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Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
The competition between literati is different from that between martial artists. In a martial arts competition, you only need to beat the opponent to pieces to be considered weak. However, literati are arrogant and disobey each other, so literati always look down upon each other.
No matter how talented you are, as long as you refuse to admit that your opponent is stronger, there is nothing anyone can do. However, with the help of judges, you can tell the difference for a moment.
As soon as the odds of the stalls opened by Piaoxianglou for various talented people were announced, everyone was talking about it. According to the display, there were only fifteen people participating in the event.
As soon as the stalls opened, everyone voted for the one they thought had the best chance of winning.
Of course, Chang Sun Chong, Cui Pu, and Lu Kangping had the most followers, so Piaoxianglou had to lower their odds again.
But many literati were very unconvinced, thinking that they were no worse than them, and formed gangs to support themselves.
Even though the odds are the highest, Yang Fan's stall is the most deserted. After all, in the eyes of these nobles, he is a rude stick.
How can a guy who can only talk with his fists write good poetry? Haha...who would believe it?
Seeing the number of people supporting him to win the championship rising steadily, it showed that his talent was recognized by most people in the scholar community. Changsun Chong couldn't help but feel confident, as if he had a chance to win.
Moreover, he felt that he was in good condition for the lyrics he had just composed, and of course he was even more proud, so he directly bet 2,000 dollars on himself to win the championship.
Looking back at Yang Fan's stall, there was no one there. He couldn't help but laughed and teased: "Uncle Zhongyi, there is no one at your stall, so why don't someone throw in a copper coin for you to support the scene?"
"Since Changsun Shaoqing wants to make money, then invest more. If you invest so much on yourself, don't lose even your underwear later. You may be able to get some capital back..." After taking a sip of wine, Yang Fan was not in a hurry.
Speak slowly and authentically.
Who doesn't know how to talk nonsense? When the tide goes out, you will find out who is swimming naked.
Seeing that Yang Fan was still so stubborn even now, Changsun Chong snorted coldly and said nothing more.
Fang Yiai and others on the side saw Changsun Chong's popularity, and they were secretly worried.
In just a short time, the money to buy Changsun Chong to win the championship was 30,000 yuan, and it was still growing. Cui Pu and Lu Kangping followed closely behind.
"What? You don't think so highly of someone?" Yang Fan glared at Fang Yiai and the others.
If they hadn't just looked like they were complaining about women, I wouldn't have written any poems, these traitors.
"I had some confidence before, but now..." Fang Yiai replied with a bitter face.
And Cheng Chumo said even more heartlessly: "Brother Yishan, although I don't think you will win, as a brother I still support you mentally and buy 10 coins... In addition, if Changsun Chong wants to bet alone, if Brother Yishan
If you want to take it, the brothers can help you share it." Then Fang Yiai and others also invested ten thousand dollars.
Seeing that several people looked at death as if they were dead, they obviously thought that he was a loser, but he was willing to help share the bet, which was considered a sense of loyalty.
So he glanced at a few people with a half-smile and said: "For the sake of your loyalty, I advise you to vote more and don't regret it after a while."
Whether they have wealth or not depends on their courage!
But Fang Yiai and the others shook their heads like drums, obviously not believing what he said.
Yang Fan curled his lips and did not try to persuade him again, but secretly cursed him as a fool.
Observing that a total of nearly 200,000 copper coins were invested at other stalls, Yang Fan couldn't help but secretly cursed that these second-generation people were really rich.
After some calculations, I directly bet myself 10,000 yuan, planning to hollow out the prize pool at the stall, and use the rest as the hard work of Piaoxianglou.
But what I didn't expect was that Xiao Shiyun also voted 1,000 yuan.
When the old bustard announced that betting was closed, he turned to Chang Sun Chong and Yang Fan and asked: "The opening of the stall this time was caused by a dispute. Do you still need to bet alone? Piaoxianglou is the guarantee."
Seeing that nearly 40% of the people voted for him, Changsun Chong's self-confidence greatly increased, and he said contemptuously: "Uncle Zhongyi, don't say that so-and-so bullied you, as long as you say in front of everyone that your poems are worse than so-and-so, so-and-so can forget the blame.
Pretend that nothing will happen."
"Chang Sun Shaoqing, don't say that so-and-so bullied you, as long as you say in front of everyone that your poems are worse than so-and-so, so-and-so can forget about it and pretend that nothing happened." Yang Fan returned Chang Sun Chong's words exactly as they were.
Seeing that Yang Fan actually mistook his 'good intentions' for nothing, Changsun Chong said angrily: "It seems you are just a bit more talkative."
Then he smiled sideways: "Uncle Zhongyi is so ignorant, you can only blame yourself for it. Don't say that I didn't give you a chance, I made a bet of 5,000 yuan with you to see whose poem ranked higher in the end. Do you dare to accept it?"
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Yang Fan glanced sideways at Changsun Chong and shook his head. Before Yang Fan could say anything, Cheng Chumo and others became anxious and tried to persuade the losers not to lose the formation. It was only 5,000 strings and they couldn't afford it.
Speechless glances at Fang Yiai and the others showed that he was no longer timid. He just thought that since the bet was on, he might as well make it bigger.
However, in the eyes of Changsun Chong and others, this situation showed that Yang Fan was being naughty, and they all burst out laughing, very arrogantly.
Before they could be proud for long, Yang Fan looked like a rich man and said to Changsun Chong with a "guilty" conscience: "5,000 Guan is too little. If you want to bet, just bet 100,000 Guan, otherwise you will lose."
Cheng Chumo and others persuaded Yang Fan not to bet so big. After all, in their opinion, the 5,000 yuan they just took was just to save face, and it would be really stupid to increase it to 100,000 yuan.
With Cheng Chumo's sincere cooperation, Chang Sun Chong became more certain that Yang Fan was holding on, and Dou Fengjie and the others accepted the bet together.
The singer collected the poems and continued to judge and appreciate each poem.
Poetry selection is generally divided into three levels: A, B, and C, and each level is further subdivided into upper, middle, and lower levels.
As time went by, Cui Pu's "Returning to the Fragrant Tower at Night" and Lu Kangping's "Sigh of the Plain Girl" were rated as lower than first-class. It is very good for temporarily created works to be rated as lower than first-class.
In the end, only the poems of Chang Sun Chong and Yang Fan were not evaluated. Although some people were a little disappointed because of the poor evaluation level, most of them were enthusiastic when they saw that the winner was about to be decided.
After signaling everyone to calm down, Chu Suiliang picked up the manuscript and read aloud:
The scenery of Chang'an is splendid, I prefer green gauze, the light smoke makes the day last forever, the orioles sing in the forest, the cranes fly in the sky, and the fairy postures are fluttering.
Because I remember the colorful phoenix in the fragrant tower, I watched the clouds in the morning, I used to sing and laugh in the past, but it will not be long in the future, and I occasionally recall the return of the alliance.
The peach blossoms on the human face are unknown, but they cover their red leaves quietly and stand speechless all day long, winning the embrace of desolation.
As soon as he read it out, Changsun Chong knew that it was his word, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.
The poems written by Cui Pu and Lu Kangping just now put him under some pressure. After all, this is about reputation.
After Chu Suiliang finished reading, he passed the manuscript to the remaining judges, while he closed his eyes and thought about it, repeating it softly, as if he was enjoying it.
He opened his eyes and glanced at Changsheng Chong, his eyes flashing, and he said secretly:
"Although this boy is a bit petty, he is really talented. He can write such good words in a short period of time. He is worthy of being the leader of the young generation in Chang'an."
After reading it softly several times and discussing it with other judges, Chang Sun Chong's poem was finally rated as Grade A.
As soon as the ratings came out, everyone immediately became excited. Although Cui and Lu were a little dissatisfied, their poems were indeed inferior to Chang Sun Chong's poems, so they had no choice but to clasp their fists in congratulations.
Seeing that his poem was rated as Grade A, Changsun Chong's heart finally dropped. He waved to everyone with a smile on his face, as if he had taken the leader into his bag, and ignored Yang Fan's poems that followed.
It's not surprising that he was like this. Even everyone present looked at Yang Fan with pity. After all, if he wanted to be better than Changsun Chong, he had to be rated as first-class.
The poems that can be rated as Grade A are all masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. How can they be written casually? What's more, in their eyes, Yang Fan is just a mallet who can only wield a sword and a gun.
At this time, even Cheng Chumo and the others beside Yang Fan had dead expressions on their faces, and murmured with hollow eyes: "It's over, it's over, that kid Changsun Chong really has a skill..."