School flower's personal master

Chapter 12321

However, this essay, "On the Six States," is not merely a simple application of the old ideas; it clearly demonstrates an extremely detailed understanding of that period of history.

Even if you were just an observer and witnessed the entire end of the Emperor's Race, it would be difficult to reach this level of understanding.

From this perspective, there is only one explanation.

Tang Qingxue knew Qin Shengjie.

Upon hearing this, Cao Luoshen immediately became interested: "Qin Shengjie is an extraordinary person, and this Tang Qingxue is also an extraordinary person. Extraordinary people have come together?"

Li Tianguo wasn't surprised by this: "Birds of a feather flock together; it's not impossible that they do."

At this point, someone asked, "If she writes another one, will her achievement points immediately reach 100? Will there still be a final race then?"

Everyone around was stunned.

It's always been adding 20 at a time, now it's 80, and next it might go straight to 100. It doesn't seem impossible.

Based on the experience of other character tracks, reaching 100 achievement points directly results in a level completion.

What will happen to Guo Xianggu, who is ranked first?

At this moment, Guo Xianggu had regained his composure and calmly replied, "Writing is an eternal affair. To have witnessed such a great literary figure today, I can die without regret."

"I can accept whoever ends the race."

"Just take it in stride."

His words and actions were somewhat similar to Cao Luoshen's; at least he was quite dignified in public.

However, Cao Luoshen didn't even bother to look at him.

In the room, Liu Zongyuan had just finished writing "On the Six States" when he stood up.

"Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and people have disappeared from thousands of paths. A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."

The simple song "River Snow" astonished everyone.

Not only the literary track, but the entire track lobby has turned its attention to this area.

Cao Luoshen was stunned for a long time, then suddenly slapped her thigh and blurted out two words.

"Brilliant!"

Not only him, but almost everyone was now trapped in the artistic conception of this five-character quatrain, as if they were under hard control and unable to extricate themselves.

At that moment, everyone deeply understood that sentence.

The power of words is boundless.

However, after a long time, someone still raised a question: "Isn't the requirement for achievement to be a masterpiece that lasts for eternity? Can such a short poem be considered a masterpiece?"

The crowd was momentarily at a loss for words.

In fact, until just now, this was the consensus among everyone on the Wenhao track.

If the goal is to produce timeless masterpieces, then poetry and the like are not suitable.

They did try.

After all, many of them are good at writing poetry, but they really can't write long treatises.

As it turned out, poetry was indeed useless.

This poem, "River Snow," is truly amazing; even Cao Luoshen (the author of the novel) was full of praise.

In theory, however, it should still be subject to this law.

Every track has its own rules, which will never be changed for anyone; this is basic common sense.

As a result, Tang Qingxue's name suddenly jumped to the top of the list.

One hundred achievement points.

The entire audience was stunned.

"Wait, are the track standards really that flexible? Or have we been trying things out incorrectly all along?"

Someone murmured incoherently.

To be honest, they tried more than once or twice, and some of their poems were quite impressive, but they never managed to earn a single achievement point.

Why did things suddenly change when it came to Tang Qingxue?

Cao Luoshen realized what was happening and burst into laughter: "What flexible standards? There has always been only one standard for the literary talent track, and that is literary talent!"

"A good pen can overcome everything!"

"As long as the writing is good enough, poetry and prose are still literature!"

When he said this, the crowd didn't find it abrupt at all; on the contrary, they felt it made perfect sense.

To put it bluntly, in this literary giant category, someone's poem "River Snow" is the most compelling evidence.

But this caused Guo Xianggu, who had finally managed to calm himself down, to lose control.

Not only did they lose their top spot, but they also achieved the maximum number of achievement points.

What else is there to do?

Immediately, people from all sides cast sympathetic glances their way.

Since Zhou Yu was born, why was Zhuge Liang born as well?

With Cao Luoshen, who is in a class of her own, suppressing her, she finally managed to make a name for herself by traveling off-peak, only to encounter an even more eccentric literary old lady. How can she bear it?

Just then, a public notice was suddenly issued from ahead.

"The Literary Masters Track Begins its Final Race!"

This one sentence sounded like heavenly music to Guo Xianggu's ears.

Everyone was puzzled: "Even with maxed-out achievement points, there's still a final race?"

Strange things happen every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual.

However, from the perspective of the general public, this is exactly what they want.

Everyone present was incredibly curious about Tang Qingxue, this suddenly appearing literary genius, and they couldn't wait for more matches to be played so they could enjoy the spectacle!

People like Cao Luoshen, in particular, are full of anticipation.

Every time they produce something new, it's a masterpiece. As they enter the final stages of the competition, even more outstanding works are bound to emerge.

Guo Xianggu took a deep breath and stepped onto the Wenhao track.

He knew very well that no one believed in him in today's match, not even his most loyal fans.

"Today I'll show you what it means to make a name for yourself!"

Guo Xianggu glanced back, taking in everyone's expressions. His only thought at that moment was to finish the race and slap these people in the face.

The game began quickly.

The characters created by both sides simultaneously enter the giant sandbox.

"A battle of wits! It really is a battle of wits!"

The manner of the duel was exactly as expected, and it was exactly what everyone wanted to see. Today's duel between two literary giants is destined to become a hot topic of conversation for everyone in Tianjun.

Perhaps, he will even be remembered for all time!

They lined up in formation. Guo Xianggu's side consisted of one person, while Lin Yi, who was disguised as Tang Qingxue, had eight people on his side.

It doesn't seem fair no matter how you look at it.

Ultimately, however many characters are created, the ones who actually write the story are the two sides in the game.

Who will write first?

Everyone stared intently at the sand table.

A debate is different from a fight. In a fight, everyone acts at the same time, and in the end, the winner is the winner and the loser is the loser; the outcome is immediately clear.

But literary debates are different.

Wen has no first, Wu has no second.

The literary contest places more emphasis on psychological factors, and even if Heaven is the judge, it is hard to say whether there is any preconceived bias involved.

Based on past experience, it is generally believed that in a battle of wits, it is advantageous to strike first, as it at least prevents psychological impact.

If you write well, you can put tremendous psychological pressure on your opponent and greatly affect their subsequent performance.

At this moment, Guo Xianggu was the first to make a move.

"I climb to a high place and gaze afar. It is late autumn in my homeland, and the weather is just beginning to turn crisp."

"The clear river stretches for a thousand miles like a ribbon, and the emerald peaks cluster like a group of trees."

"Sailing home in the setting sun, oars departing, wine flags fluttering against the west wind."

"Colorful boats float on the misty clouds, egrets rise amidst the starry sky; even a painting cannot fully capture their beauty."

The eyes of the crowd outside the arena lit up, even Cao Luoshen, who had always looked down on him, couldn't help but let out a surprised exclamation. (End of this chapter)