Qin Xiuman looked at the poems handed over by the students on the ninth floor.
""Spring Dawn"?"
Xu Nian also stood aside, "I heard that this poem appeared on the county Wenchang stele."
"We academy students wanted to prepare for the competition for the fifth grade of junior high school, but we ended up losing at the Wenchang Monument."
Qin Xiuman shook his head, "It's not just the county Wenchang stele? The county Wenchang stele in the following thirteen counties was also captured by this poem."
"Twenty-three students from the academy took action, and they were all suppressed."
"But...several of our students have poems and essays that have been listed on the Literary Saint List."
"But there is no trace of "Spring Dawn" on the list of literary saints."
Xu Nian was startled when he heard this, and quickly opened the Literary Saint List, "What... what is going on?"
Qin Xiuman couldn't help but take another look at the poem in his hand, "This "Spring Dawn" has reached the level of a poetry master in terms of its quality alone."
"Even if you can't reach the top of the literary saint list, you can still be ranked in the top ten."
"Under normal circumstances, it is absolutely impossible not to break into the Literary Saint List."
Xu Nian's expression changed, and after pondering for a moment he said,
"Either this person is not well-known before, and it will take a certain amount of time to accumulate pre-fame."
"Either this Meng Haoran has not communicated with the Literary Saint List at all, and it is naturally impossible for his poems to reach the Literary Saint List."
Qin Xiuman put down the paper in his hand and looked at Xu Nian, "Which scenario do you think is the most likely?"
Xu Nian looked a little serious, "Qin Zhanglou, do you feel that this Meng Haoran looks familiar to you?"
Qin Xiuman was startled for a moment, then chuckled and said, "You think so too?"
"That's right." Xu Nian nodded, "Li Changan was the same way back then..."
Qin Xiuman sighed, "But several wise men in the academy have already investigated, and that brat's literary skills have indeed been ruined."
"Even if there are poems and articles, they cannot be transformed into literary and moral cultivation."
Xu Nian frowned, "Could it be another Taibai?"
"Wait and see." Qin Xiuman said,
"No matter how famous the Wenchang monument in a county is, this afternoon, the song "Spring Dawn" will definitely appear on the list of literary saints."
"If you still haven't made the list by then, it means that Meng Haoran has not communicated with the Literary Saint List."
Poetry masters from the other three branches also had similar guesses, and they all waited patiently.
But the students below do not have this patience.
"Let's find a few classmates who are ready to take action in the tide of competition for rankings in the fifth grade of junior high school. We must not let this unknown "Tianjingsha·Qiu Si" ride on our heads."
Several Wansong students who were unwilling to fail said, and then ran off to find someone.
More and more Wansong students gathered in front of the Wenchang Monument.
"As long as I can suppress this song "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts", I will definitely succeed in entering the literary saint list this time."
"Even the big shots in the academy will look down upon us."
"Anyang County is our Anyang County of Wansong Academy. How can we let outsiders show off their power here?"
However, when a famous Wansong student took out his poems and essays, he found in despair that the top spot on the Wenchang Monument was still firmly occupied by "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts".
Their poems and prose are like water droplets that are overwhelmed by their abilities and are about to collide with the rocks.
The rocks remain motionless, but the water drops shatter them into pieces.
"How could this happen!?" These Wansong students looked at each other.
At this time, someone came over again, "I found Senior Brother Wang who has already entered the top 20 of the Literary Saint List."
"With Senior Brother Wang taking action, this song "Tian Jing Sha·Qiu Si" will definitely be suppressed."
Senior Brother Wang approached the Wenchang Monument with shouts from the front and back from the back.
Although the competition for the list has not yet reached the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the top 20 on the Literary Saints List will definitely have a place on the February Literary Saints List under normal circumstances.
It is even possible to break into the top 50 in the end.
"Senior Brother Wang will definitely take the top spot in the Wenchang Monument once he takes action."
"I've never heard of Ma Zhiyuan. I don't know where he came from."
Under the eager gaze of everyone, Senior Brother Wang was very satisfied.
Being sought after by so many people, his heart has reached an unprecedented level of satisfaction.
With literary spirit and ink, Senior Brother Wang wrote his poems and prose on the Wenchang Stele.
But the next moment,
The eager atmosphere around suddenly solidified.
The first place on the Wenchang Monument is still "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts"!
"What...what's going on!?"
A group of Wansong students looked at the Wenchang Monument with dejected faces.
"Senior Brother Wang, who is in the top thirty on the Literary Saint List, have all failed?"
"Are we really going to let outsiders take over the Wenchang Monument in Anyang County?"
Some students spread the news back to the academy.
Several poetry masters from Wansong Branch were gathering together at this time.
"These students below can't help it anymore." A poetry master smiled and shook his head.
"The words and phrases of this song "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts" are so concise that it is outrageous."
"Withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, people's houses, ancient roads, west wind, thin horses, plus the last heartbroken man at the end of the world."
"It's all scenery, but it's all love."
"This wonderful way of using words is really rare."
"How can these little guys suppress it?"
Another poetry master looked at the person next to him, "How about Brother Cao give it a try?"
"Isn't Brother Cao also going to be on the Literary Saint List in February?"
"That's right...Brother Jinyuan is also going to enter the Literary Saint List this month."
As soon as these words came out, everyone else looked at Cao Jinyuan.
Cao Jinyuan was a little hesitant. The poem "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts" was really uncertain.
"Let's give it a try. No matter what, after the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, poems and essays will appear on the list of literary saints."
After Cao Jinyuan hesitated for a moment, he nodded.
Not long after, an academy student hurried to the county Wenchang Monument with Cao Jinyuan's poems in his hands.
A quarter of an hour later,
The Qianli Telephone Note in Cao Jinyuan's hand trembled slightly.
"How?" Other poetry masters looked over quickly.
Rao is a master of poetry and prose, so Cao Jinyuan couldn't help but feel a little nervous and picked up the Thousand Miles Transmission Note.
The next moment, Cao Jinyuan's face suddenly became ugly.
The atmosphere of the crowd suddenly froze.
Poetry master, failed!?
…
In the afternoon of the second grade of junior high school,
Qin Xiuman opened the list of literary saints again, and there was still no sign of "Spring Dawn".
"really……"
"This Meng Haoran really didn't communicate with the Literary Saint List!"
"What is he thinking!?"
Just when he was confused, Qin Xiuman took out the Thousand Miles Communication Note in his arms and said in surprise,
"Master Lu? What a good day it is today, Master Lu actually wants to come to me?"
Lu Wenliang chuckled and said, "Of course I have something good to tell Qin Zhanglou."
"Master Lu, tell me." Qin Xiuman looked at the song "Spring Dawn" in front of him, "Just in time, I also have good things here to enjoy with Master Lu."
"Why don't you tell Qin Zhanglou first?" Lu Wenliang said.
"Master Lu speaks first, Master Lu speaks first." Qin Xiu's eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled.
Lu Wenliang chuckled and said, "I have a poem here that may help Dongyue Branch gain knowledge."
"What a coincidence, I also have a poem here. I can teach you how to write poems in Baixi Branch." Qin Xiuman raised his slender eyebrows.
"Oh?" Lu Wenliang's voice was a little surprised, but he was still smiling, his eyes full of confidence, "Then I'll wait and see."
The two soon exchanged poems and prose.
Qin Xiuman narrowed his eyes slightly, ""Little Pond"?"
Lu Wenliang picked up the poem he had written and asked, "Spring Dawn?"
After half a stick of incense,
The two said almost at the same time,
"Where did your poem come from?"
"Where did your poem come from?"
"Why isn't it on the list of literary saints!?"
"Why can't I find it on the list of literary saints?"
Qin Xiuman looked at the two poems placed on the table, his eyes gradually became serious,
"What's going on?"
"One song writes about spring, and one song writes about early summer..."
Lu Wenliang's somewhat surprised voice came over, "Qin Zhanglou, where did your poem come from?"
Qin Xiuman knocked on the table, "Did Master Lu's poems be copied from the Wenchang Monument?"
"It seems that the same is true for Qin Zhanglou's poems." Lu Wenliang straightened his back instantly, his expression full of confusion, "What happened?"
"Two masters of poetry and prose suddenly appeared, but neither of them was on the list of literary saints. What did they think?"
"I suspect there are more than just these two songs." Qin Xiuman said, "Ask others."
A quarter of an hour later,
Qin Xiuman's brows were tightly knitted together.
In front of me, four poems were placed side by side.
"All four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter are available..."