Chapter 50: The fifth day of the fifth day of the competition
Guan Xingren is just one of the many scribes who discussed "Ascending the Ninth Tower".
There were more scribes who found this poem.
Compared with other poems whose rankings fluctuate up and down, this poem "Ascending the Ninth Tower" is unexpectedly stable.
It has risen steadily, not affected by the changes in the Literary Saint List at all, like a rock in a turbulent river.
"Have you seen this poem? It seems straightforward, but it has profound meaning."
"It's unbelievable. This poem doesn't talk about the artistic conception, but only the way it's written. Have you noticed?"
"What's so unique about it?"
"This poem is entirely composed of antithetical quatrains," said an influential scribe.
"The former couplet uses the right-name pair. The so-called "right and wrong", the sentence is extremely neat, thick and powerful, which also shows the majesty of the scene written."
"The latter couplet uses flowing water pairs. Although the two sentences are opposite, there is no trace of antithesis. This Taibai's skill in using antithesis is very mature, which is incredible."
"I never expected that such an astonishing talent would appear on the list of literary saints in the first month of the year. This seems to be Taibai's first time on the list of literary saints."
"Maybe it's the result of previous accumulation. It's hard to say whether it's a flash in the pan. Who hasn't had a flash of inspiration?"
"As far as this poem is concerned, it is at least a master level."
"Have you noticed that Taibai seems to have not used any of the power of White Deer Academy except to indicate White Deer Academy, otherwise it would never be the current ranking."
"It shows that he is very confident in this poem. Now I really believe that he is just starting out. Otherwise, this poem should have come out during the competition for the list on the fifth day of the lunar month."
"Brother Chen is right. He is not the master Wenzong we are familiar with, and he did not appear in the competition for the fifth grade. This is the only explanation."
"This is even more terrifying. If you are just starting out, you are already at the level of a master. Could it be that in the future, you will become a person who is so talented and stunning that he soars into the sky?"
"There are too many things that hurt Zhongyong. You and I can just wait and see what happens. At least this month's list of literary saints, Taibai will definitely stir up the world."
"How domineering."
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The List of Literary Saints is a grand event in the world, and all literati are crazy about it.
Li Changan's song "Ascending the Ninth Tower" has slowly entered the attention of some people.
But after all, without the support of the academy, being able to make steady progress is the result of a group of fans spreading word of mouth, and even people like Guan Xingren who worship the literary name regardless of the consequences.
Early in the morning on the fifth day of the first lunar month,
After Li Changan finished his breakfast, he was sent off to the academy by his little sister with tearful eyes.
"Climbing the Ninth Tower" has risen to the 81st place. Every step is shaky, but it is extremely solid.
There was no drop in ranking. Although it only improved by one or two each time, it was solid enough.
Therefore, Li Changan was in a good mood. In the past few days, he could clearly feel that the star in the Wen Palace, which represented "Ascending the Ninth Tower", had undergone surprising changes.
More and more literary energy is falling from the stars. The Wen Palace was only filled with mist-like literary energy before, but now it has become more and more dense, to the point where it can block the sight.
If you want to completely cultivate a literary palace to perfection, you need to go through three steps.
The first step is to gather mist with Wen Qi; the second step is to turn Wen Qi into liquid; the third step is to condense Wen Qi into elixir.
The literary energy is gradually enriched, and the benefits are extremely obvious. Li Changan can clearly feel that his body is gradually becoming stronger.
In the past, my body was too exhausted and I suffered from chronic illness. Now I have cultivated my literary spirit and am basically as good as an average adult man.
Li Changan arrived at his desk at No. 33 in Area C on time.
At this time, the ninth floor was already covered by dark clouds, and the air was filled with an almost suffocating depression.
They went up to the master building and went down to the apprentices. They were all on the ninth floor, waiting for the official entry into the Literary Saint List at 6 o'clock today (9 o'clock in the morning).
"I've been having a good time these past few days. I see you are more energetic when walking than before. - Bing32"
Annan was sitting aside, but the atmosphere on the entire ninth floor was extremely depressing at this time, so he could only use the identity jade token to convey the message.
"How are you doing, Brother An? - Bing Thirty-Three"
"Isn't that all? Miss Caiyi from the Jiaofang Department is so tender. I will stay there these days and invite you to have a drink there another day. - Bing32"
Li Changan glanced at Annan beside him speechlessly, but saw Annan also looking over, raising his eyebrows, looking carefree.
Li Changan had to admit that although he had regarded Annan as a good buddy that he could make friends with, this good buddy was really good-looking.
"Brother An is so polite. I even doubt that if Brother An went to Miss Caiyi's place, Miss Caiyi would hide her face in shame. - Bing thirty-three"
"Oh, brother Taibai, why is he so glib all of a sudden? Even I started teasing him? - Bing32"
Li Changan turned his head and found Annan curling his lips and raising his fist.
"Haha, Brother An, I forgive you, but I miss you so much after not seeing you for a few days. There is a saying that one day without seeing you is like three autumns apart. - Bing Thirty-three"
Annan looked at Li Changan on the right. There was a strange color in Liu Ye's eyes.
"One day is like three autumns after not seeing each other... This is a wonderful saying. It seems that Brother Taibai is not honest. If he goes to the Jiaofang Department, the oiran will have to recommend himself to serve as a pillow. - Bing Thirty-Two"
"Recommend your own pillow mat? So exaggerated? The kind that costs nothing? - Bing Thirty-Three"
"Of course. Which oiran in the Jiaofang Department doesn't want a literary name? If it can be associated with such a good sentence, it can become famous all over the world. - Bing Thirty-Two"
"My heart is moved by what Brother An said... Just give this sentence to Brother An. Brother An can use it to coax Miss Caiyi. Just remember to treat me to a meal. - Bing Thirty-Three"
Li Changan showed a "you know" expression towards Annan.
"Brother Taibai is very generous. You can give away these wonderful words and sentences as soon as you say so. How about I introduce Miss Caiyi to you? - Bing32"
"Forget it, I don't have the luxury to bear it. Can we stop talking about these romances all the time? Brother An's poems are on the list of literary saints? - Bing Thirty-three"
"What? You dislike Miss Caiyi's status as the court chief? Ranked fifty-seventh! - Bing32"
Li Chang'an gave Annan a thumbs-up, and his hand was as elegant as a pen, and he kept writing for a moment.
"Brother An is awesome.——Bing Thirty-Three"
"Vulgar.——C32"
"That's awesome.——Bing Thirty-Three"
The two of them were as calm as water on the surface, both pretending to have books in front of them, but they had a lively chat about their identity cards.
Li Changan was baptized by compulsory education and has rich experience; Annan is also battle-hardened.
Every word written on the identity jade plaque consumes literary energy.
If others knew that their literary spirit was wasted in this way, they would be furious to death.
Li Changan has no idea at all. After awakening to the literary world until now, Two Stars has provided a lot of literary spirit, especially "Ascend the Ninth Tower" on the list, which exudes a strong literary spirit.
Annan simply has too much literary talent and doesn't care about consumption at all.
Just as the two were chatting enthusiastically, a beam of light shot into the sky from the ninth floor.
The time has come.
All the students and scribes on the ninth floor gathered their spirits and summoned their literary instruments.
Li Changan's eyes froze for a moment, and the list of literary saints that was still changing seemed to be a little stagnant.
The next moment, the top fifty names on the Literary Saint List all changed their names.
The competition for rankings on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year has officially begun!