Jing Yi, who stood on the edge of the crowd, was very surprised. He admired Zeng Yu's eight-legged essay, but Zeng Yu's poems really made him not quite complimentary. They were awkward and naive, and looked like a beginner in poetry. If Zeng Yu's calligraphy was judging from the small regular script of the "Lingfei Jing" on the bet, although it was not bad, it was not good. Why did these people even praise the good paintings, the wonderful poems, the calligraphy and painting, and the three outstanding ones. This is too exaggerated!

Jing Yi was curious and shook his arms and squeezed into the crowd, trying to squeeze to the square table to see what happened. Hearing the shouts of Juren Peng, Yi Erlinsheng, who wanted to raise Zeng Yu's poems and paintings to display, he saved his energy and looked up in place. After a while, he saw the thin Fu Linsheng standing on the square ridge, holding on to the two corners of a four-foot-long and one-foot-wide fine paper on the mountain curtain, shouting: "Don't squeeze, this is Zeng Sheng's calligraphy and painting, you can take a look first."

When Jing Yi looked at it with wide eyes, the lead mountain paper was blown by the wind. He could see the words on the paper, but he couldn't see what was drawn or what was written. He was so anxious that he shouted: "Read the poem first, you can't see it clearly."

The scholar who was also unable to see clearly around Jing Yi echoed: "Yes, yes, read it to us."

"Okay, everyone, be quiet, listen to my poems."

The student named Yi, who was surnamed Yi, recited loudly: "What can you see in heaven? I will try it for you. Where the clouds are deep and the rivers are shallow, and the chickens and dogs are confused. The true spirit position has been reduced for a long time. It is not easy to live in Guanghan, and they are willing to surrender to the world."

Jing Yi frowned and thought to himself, "My friend of Zeng is so hiding that he can't reveal it. This poem is much more brilliant than the ones he read to me yesterday. Did he know that I am Dai Lie? Liu and the other people came to test him and deliberately showed it shorter. It was simply cunning." Looking at Zeng Yu's calligraphy again, it was like the running script of Mi Yuanzhang's "Tianma Fu" in his prime. His brushwork was refreshing and heroic, and he jumped out. Compared with the small regular script on the bet, it was not done by one person.

Jing Yi was a little angry at first, feeling that he had been deceived. Zeng Yu deliberately concealed his poetry from him, revealing his clumsiness, and then he thought that he was also a traitor and deceitful person. After thinking about it, he felt relieved and wandered around to find Zeng Yu's traces. He saw Zeng Yu and the little scholar standing on the west corner of the platform, eating fruits.

Jing Yi smiled and his anger disappeared. No wonder Zeng Yu was so sure yesterday, he was really skilled and brave.

Lie Licheng shouted loudly at this time: "My poems have been written, please correct me, please correct me." The veins on his forehead burst out. He spent money and effort to hold this Yichun Taiwan Cultural Conference (Is it necessary to pay money for the two first-class students in the county school to judge), which was for himself and Liu Xingzhi to become famous, but Zeng Yu took all the limelight, so he was angry.

Fu Linsheng, who was standing on the square stele and holding Zeng Yu's poems and paintings to everyone, shouted: "This paper is not convenient to watch when it is floating, and it is still on the table. Please come and see it in turn, don't crowd it." As he said that, he jumped off the bamboo, spread the lead mountain paper in his hand on the square table, pressed it with both ends of the red sandalwood paperweight, and then moved aside for others to watch.

Jing Yi waited for a while, and finally moved to the square table to take a closer look at Zeng Yu's poem, calligraphy and painting. It was painted with a white crane floating among the clouds. A faint green mountain appeared under the clouds, and there was a fairy pavilion on the clouds. On the right half of the large white painting, a huge full moon was rising on the top of the mountain.

Jing Yi was not very interested in painting. He only looked at Zeng Yu's poems and calligraphy carefully. The poem "What can I see in the sky" was titled above the full moon. The four lines of Mi Yuanzhang's running script are vigorous and colorful, as if the osmanthus tree swayed.

Mi Fu's calligraphy has been highly respected since the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Many people have copied it, but few have learned it well, because Mi Fu's running script has a unique interest, which is not obtained by copying it. Zeng Yu's forty-character poem has five or six parts of charm. This is extremely rare.

Jing Yi secretly praised Zeng Yu for his wit. Such a clear and cool ink painting, combined with joking poetry and vigorous calligraphy, complemented each other, which is more deeply touched by a single poem.

Lie Licheng said loudly, "Don't squeeze, wait for me to recite it to you. This poem was created in cooperation with Brother Liu." Then he changed his tone and chanted: "Han Wengong Temple overlooks the riverside, the pine and cypress shade is deep, and the Beidou returns to the ancient hall when it is clear, and the southern mountains are green from Yichun. The snow fades away from the plum mountain and returns to the sun, and the rain prays to Xietang holds the painting wheel. I have always looked at the temple appearance for all ages, but the county people still recommend themselves to be fragrant apples."

After chanting, Lie Licheng looked around the people on the Yichun stage. He could not despise everyone and responded with cheers.

Liu Xingzhi quietly walked to the square table to see Zeng Yu's poems, calligraphy and paintings, and his brows were slightly frowned. He could not draw such freehand paintings, but he did not say that he would compare paintings. When talking about poetry, the conceited Liu Xingzhi did not think that his poem "visiting Han Wengong Temple" would be worse than Zeng Yu's game work. This poem was basically written by him alone. Lie Licheng only helped to figure out a rhyme. However, Zeng Yu's Mi Fu style running script was very skillful. Liu Xingzhi had to admit that he was slightly inferior. He thought that Zeng Yu was really cunning. He deliberately showed weakness in small regular script when writing a bet. Yesterday, he asked Jing Yi to test and pretended to write a naive poem. Now he has tried his best.

The arrogant Lie Liecheng was still proud and said, "Now, please ask Peng Xiaolian and the two students to judge the level."

Yi Linsheng took Zeng Yu's poems, calligraphy and paintings to the wall table, put the poems of Lie and Liu, and then said in unison with Fu Linsheng: "Please judge Peng Xiaolian."

Since Peng Juren was the leader of the gentry in the northern part of Yichun, he certainly wanted to proclaim the word "justice". Although Lie Licheng asked him to preside over this literary fight with four taels of silver, he could not be too partial to Lie Licheng, because from now on, he had not been a false statement when he had won Huang Tixue's praise, so he was twisting his short beard and wandering around the wall table with his qualities, which was quite difficult to make a decision.

The brush is very familiar to scholars, such as the axe of a carpenter, the gun of a general, and the needlework of a woman, so many people have insights into which calligraphy is better and worse. Zeng Yu's calligraphy is obviously on the list, and Liu Ersheng, and Peng Juren is not easy to fool around, but as long as the difference in poetry is not too big, it will always make a turn for the better and the poem is not clear...

More than a hundred scholars on the Yichun platform were silent, waiting for the North City Wenzong Peng Xiaolian to evaluate the quality of calligraphy and poetry of both sides. Many people know what Peng Xiaolian said.

Juren Peng coughed twice again, tapped the wall table with his knuckles, and said, "You have read the poems and books of both sides. What do you think?"

Everyone said one after another: "It depends on Mr. Peng, and it depends on Mr. Peng."

Juren Peng said to Fu and Yi Erlin student: "You two young talents are the first to evaluate them."

Fu and Yi Ersheng hurriedly said, "Peng Xiaolian is very knowledgeable and has Peng Xiaolian here, so how dare I both argue with me?" He refused to speak.

Peng Juren had no choice but to say, "Then I will comment a few words." Looking at the two large papers on the table, he said, "Zeng Sheng's calligraphy has worked hard. People in the world learn Mi Nangong running script, but it is even more difficult to look like the gods. Zeng Sheng can understand the mystery of the word Mi, which is rare."

Lie Licheng's face looked a little ugly, and he heard Peng Juren say again: "Liu Sheng's running script is also a good handwriting, but it is still slightly inferior to Zeng Sheng's calligraphy."

Lie Licheng's face became even more ugly, and his eyes also fought, despising everything.

Everyone on the stage whispered and recognized Peng Juren's juren's judging.

Zeng Yuxin, on the southwest corner, said: "Ju Peng is quite fair. If he is too biased, I will not be willing to admit defeat. The words are here, which is obvious to all. I will ask Huang Ti to make an excuse, and judge the case and review it, and investigate the scientific examination and survey."

Next is a comment on the poem. If Juren Peng evaluates the poem "What do you see in the sky" as a poem "Visiting Han Wengong Temple", then the literary battle will end. There is no need to compete in the eight-part essay, and you will win two games in three games.

Zeng Yu would certainly not be so optimistic. Sure enough, Peng Juren praised the poem and said: "Zeng Sheng's poem is talented and well-versed, but it has a major disadvantage, that is, Yan Canglang said in the poems of the Song people, "Song people like to use discussion as poems." Did Zeng Sheng have a preference for Song poetry?" When asked this sentence, he turned to look at Zeng Yu-

Zeng Yu bowed and said, "Yes, I like Su in the late age, Huang Zhi's poems." He said in his heart: "This Peng Juren is still very insightful. Mr. Qian studied the poetry of Zheng Xiaoxu and Chen Yan in the late Qing Dynasty. He advocated that writing poetry cannot be conservative of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. He highly praised the Jiangxi Poetry School. The ancestor of the Jiangxi Poetry School was Huang Tingjian, a native of the Song Dynasty."

When Peng Juren saw Zeng Yu admitting to learning poetry and learning from the Song people, he smiled and said, "Writing must be Qin and Han dynasties, poetry must be prosperous Tang dynasties. How can you achieve great success when learning Song poetry? Liesheng's poem "Where to visit Han Wengong Temple" has the image of Du Gong's Ministry of Works' 'Where to find the Prime Minister's Hall, and the cypresses outside Jinguan City'. I think Liesheng's "visiting Han Wengong Temple" is better than Zeng Sheng's "what can you see in heaven". Do you agree?"

The scholars on the stage nodded, Zeng Yu was helpless, and he was really hard to argue about this, because the current style of poetry is dominated by the seven sons in the front and back. Poetry must be prosperous Tang Dynasty and he looked down on the poems of the Song people. Although the "Han Wengong Temple is overlooking the riverside, the pine and cypress are deep and the pine and cypress are separated by the deep path" and Du Fu's "Where is the prime minister's temple? Outside the Jinguan City is full of cypresses", it is inferior to Qian's "What can I see in the sky" by Mr. Qian, but under the turmoil of a public opinion style, most people will lose their fair judgment, just like a lover's eyes appearing. As long as it conforms to the popular poetry style, even if it is written poorly, it is on the right path. On the contrary, no matter how well it is written, it is completely different. Do you know if you go to the wrong path?

Peng Juren said again: "Liesheng, Liu Sheng, Zeng Sheng, do you three have any objections to this judgment?"

Lie Licheng and Liu Xingzhi expressed his conscience, and Zeng Yu had no objection. He could not argue or disagree with poetry, as that would only lead to bad prejudice against him by the scholars on the stage.

Seeing that no one had any objections, Peng Juren was very happy. This judgment was not easy to be aware of. He could not do this without knowledge and wit. He said: "In terms of calligraphy, Zeng Sheng was slightly better. In terms of poetry, Liu Ersheng won. How should the question be given in the third eight-legged essay? "

Zeng Yu stepped forward and bowed, "Peng Xiaolian, two students in the essays, this third competition of eight-legged essays cannot be like a scientific test. A scientific essay is always one or two hours, and the scorching sun on the Yichun platform is like fire. If you write an essay here, you can't stand it for two hours. Peng Xiaolian and you are also suffering. I think you should fight quickly and decide quickly-"

Lie Licheng asked: "How to make a quick battle and quick decision?"

Zeng Yu said: "Please give the questions to the students present, and there are three questions in total. You and I will solve the questions within ten times of the wooden fish. I don't think much about which side can solve the questions quickly and it will be wonderful. What do you think?"

Zeng Yu was worried that the whole eight-legged essay was written. The experienced Juren Peng would pick his faults and secretly help him. Liu Ersheng said too much, and if the article was written too long, there would inevitably be minor omissions. Moreover, if the Juren Peng gave the topic, he was afraid that Liu and the other party would be confident, so he could not give the other party the opportunity to cheat.

All the students on the stage were excited and thought Zeng Yu had a good idea. It took too time to write the whole eight-legged essay. Who was patient and waiting for a long time under this hot sun, and the scholars on the scene gave the questions. This was interesting, so they all said that Zeng Yu's proposal was feasible. Lie Licheng and Liu Xingzhi were also conceited and were not afraid to compete with Zeng Yu to solve the questions, so they decided.

Lie Licheng was about to instruct his servant to go to the ancestral hall below to find a wooden fish. Zeng Yu had seen a wooden fish in the small grid under the wall table. He took it out and placed it on the table. The power to knock the wooden fish for time belongs to Peng Juren.
Chapter completed!