PFC Chapter 12319
Chapter 12319
Chapter 12319
While I can't write a proper article, it's much easier to just make up a few names and fabricate some so-called famous deeds.
Suddenly, everyone found the name Tang Qingxue much more agreeable.
At least it has benefited the public.
Only Guo Xianggu, the top-ranked person, had a dark expression.
"This is a crooked and heretical approach! It's a desecration of the literary talent track!"
Everyone was surprised.
Lowering the barrier to entry for the track allows more people to enjoy its benefits, which is clearly a good deed, so how did it become a crooked path?
Moreover, the finishing reward for each track is fixed and will not be reduced in the slightest just because others have accumulated more achievement points.
Both morally and logically, we should be happy to see it succeed.
After all, no matter how you look at it, it won't affect his status as the top-ranked person.
In particular, Guo Xianggu, as a talented man from humble origins, should stand on the side of the common people, which is exactly what they need most for those who lack cultural refinement.
Seeing this, Cao Luoshen curled her lip in disdain: "A perfectly good thing becomes a heretical practice in your mouth. With that air of authority, anyone who didn't know better would think you were the reincarnation of the God of Literature."
Guo Xianggu choked.
He could have retorted to anyone else's face if they had said that, but he didn't have the confidence to do so in front of Cao Luoshen.
After all, the person in front of us is the one who is recognized as the reincarnation of the God of Literature.
He was able to sit at the top of the list purely because he took advantage of traveling during off-peak hours.
It's worth noting that he did participate in the last literary competition, but under Cao Luoshen's dazzling spotlight, almost no one paid attention to him.
In front of Cao Luoshen, he, the top scholar of the day, stood like a lackey.
Even though his recent articles are brilliantly written and he has gained considerable fame for his talent with the help of some people, it is clear to anyone with discerning eyes that he is still no match for Cao Luoshen.
They are truly exceptionally talented!
Guo Xianggu's supporters chimed in, "The literary arena should naturally be defined by its writing; this place should rightfully be the purest haven for us writers."
"If this kind of opportunistic behavior gets out, it will inevitably create a mess in the future."
"Young Master Cao, isn't this a desecration of the literary talent competition?"
Everyone around looked at Cao Luoshen.
Cao Luoshen scoffed: "Articles are trivial matters. You bunch of idiots, do you really think you're so high and mighty just because you can write a few shoddy articles that imitate others?"
A large group of people immediately broke through the defenses.
If anyone else had said that, they would have been torn to shreds by them in no time.
Even Guo Xianggu lacked confidence when facing Cao Luoshen, let alone the others.
There's nothing we can do about it. Cao Luoshen could write timeless masterpieces with just his feet. In his eyes, the idea of writing something that lasts for eternity is utterly insignificant.
What can they use to refute this?
Li Tianguo, standing to the side, said with a meaningful look: "I once heard a saying that everyone who gets on the racetrack wants to weld the track shut the first thing they want to do."
Upon hearing this, Guo Xianggu and the others displayed a variety of interesting expressions.
Ultimately, this is the truest form of human nature.
Even if it has no real impact on them, they still want to monopolize this benefit.
Otherwise, how can they maintain their sense of superiority?
As they spoke, Lin Yi, having already mentioned the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, was about to unleash the classic masterpieces of these literary giants.
"The area surrounding Chuzhou is all mountains. Among the peaks to the southwest, the forests and valleys are especially beautiful. The one that appears lush and deep from a distance is Langya Mountain..."
"The old drunkard's heart is not in the wine, but in the scenery of mountains and rivers..."
"The one who can share in the joy when drunk and describe it in writing when sober is the governor."
"Who is the prefect? It is Ouyang Xiu of Luling."
He began with a piece titled "The Story of the Drunken Old Man's Pavilion," which silenced the entire room.
Cao Luoshen's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands and laughed: "Excellent! What a wonderful example of 'the drunkard's heart is not in the wine'! What a brilliant Ouyang Xiu of Luling!"
"If such an extraordinary person truly exists, I would very much like to meet him!"
Li Tianguo, standing beside him, also looked on with admiration.
Although his literary talent was far inferior to Cao Luoshen's, he was at least not lacking in basic appreciation skills.
To be honest, the two of them initially came here just because they were extremely bored.
I never expected such a pleasant surprise!
Li Tianguo laughed and said, "You can't meet Ouyang Xiu of Luling, but you can certainly have a good meeting with this Tang Qingxue."
Everyone knows that the characters in a sand table won't draw on their own.
Every article is essentially the work of the character creator.
In everyone's eyes, the author of "The Story of the Drunken Pavilion" was not Ouyang Xiu, but Tang Qingxue.
Someone couldn't help but remind her, "That Tang Qingxue is an old woman."
Cao Luoshen glanced at him: "What's wrong with an old woman? Can't an old woman write such a wonderful article? Can't an old woman make friends?"
The man was speechless.
The one who was truly embarrassed at that moment was not him, but Guo Xianggu.
Just a moment ago, they were saying that others were desecrating the literary giants' path, acting as if their sacred place had been polluted, but then they turned around and were slapped in the face by someone else's article.
This one piece, "The Story of the Drunken Old Man's Pavilion," is enough to surpass all his other works!
Guo Xianggu, however, was unconvinced and frowned, questioning, "This doesn't seem like an article an old woman could write. I suspect she plagiarized someone else's work!"
Cao Luoshen looked at him like he was an idiot: "You think it's plagiarism just because you say so? Why don't you report it to the Heavenly Dao?"
Guo Xianggu: "..."
He certainly doesn't have that ability.
Moreover, the literary talent competition does not prohibit this kind of plagiarism. Even if it is someone else's article, as long as it has not appeared in the competition, participants can still use it normally.
For this reason, Tianjun has a special article trading market, which is specifically for literary masters.
Any article with decent writing can fetch a good price.
If someone of Cao Luoshen's caliber were to make a move, it would fetch an astronomical price in no time.
Even without the background of the Cao family, a top-tier aristocratic family, Cao Luoshen could live an extremely comfortable life simply because of her extraordinary talent.
Unfortunately, he has always disdained to do so.
It's not that I have high moral character; I just look down on these three measly things.
At this moment, Tang Qingxue's achievement points had reached forty.
One article earns you twenty achievement points.
No one seemed to notice anything unusual.
If it's an ordinary article, you'd be lucky to get one or two achievement points; a better one might only get four or five at most.
Only a monster like Cao Luoshen can easily rack up double-digit achievement points.
It's worth noting that Guo Xianggu, the current number one on the list, wrote a full twenty articles to barely reach 95 points.
However, achievement points can be accumulated through sheer numbers, but finishing a track cannot.
Given Guo Xianggu's current situation, unless he can produce a groundbreaking masterpiece like Cao Luoshen did last time, he can end the race in one fell swoop.
Otherwise, he can only wait for others to catch up and start the final race.