Under the afterglow, every cloud seemed to be rimmed with gold, just like a flying flag, and it looked beautiful for a while.
This is a good sign!
In front of the Confucian Saint Temple, a group of people from Qingyun County have already gathered here. When the results of the cultural conference are about to be announced, they are also waiting for the final results.
But now on the literary list, everything is a foregone conclusion.
"Liao Zhai: A Chinese Ghost Story" has a total audience of more than 15,000, firmly occupying the first position, and no one can shake it.
As for the second-placed "Ghost Hunter", although the data for the day still increased, it no longer had any threat.
Among the crowd, everyone from Qingfeng Restaurant naturally arrived at the scene early.
Su Pingan also dressed up specially today and changed into a new set of clothes. He looked energetic and handsome.
He looked around the scene, but couldn't find Fang Zixu. At that moment, he couldn't help but joked: "Hey... where has the great scholar Fang gone? How come he hasn't arrived yet."
Hearing this, Liu Qingxi rolled her eyes at him angrily, "You guy, aren't you asking questions knowingly? In this literary competition, you declared war on the other party in public earlier, but now the result has come out, and the other party has been suppressed by you.
Let's start. Fang Zixu has always been a proud and arrogant person. Now that he has suffered such a big setback, how can you let him have the face to appear in front of everyone again?
Is it just to embarrass you in public just to see you again?!"
Seeing that his petty thoughts were exposed, Su Ping'an couldn't help but touch his nose angrily and smiled.
He always felt that if it ended in the end and he couldn't see Fang Zixu's ugly face again, then this slap in the face would be a bit incomplete.
Who made it possible for the other party to jump in first and stir up trouble this time?!
But now that's the case, forget it.
A winner should behave like a winner!
Amid all the anticipation, the county magistrate finally arrived belatedly.
The county magistrate is still dressed in casual clothes, has a gentle smile on his face, is friendly to people, and will nod and say hello to some people from time to time when passing by the crowd. He is indeed a rare good official.
Behind him was the meticulous Yan Captou.
After the two arrived, Yan Captou was the first to look at Su Ping'an in the crowd.
It's no wonder that Su Ping'an is conspicuous, it's because of his outstanding appearance and extraordinary temperament that he stands out in a crowd, standing out from the crowd.
When he looked at Su Pingan, the latter also looked at him.
Su Pingan has long been curious about Qingyun County's number one arrester. In addition, during this competition for the literary list, the other party also supported Fang Zixu and promoted it. Now that the two meet, Su Pingan will naturally think about it.
Look at each other's embarrassment.
However, he was disappointed. Yan Yan didn't pay attention to the entire essay competition. When he saw Su Pingan, he just looked away and separated.
"Five realms of scribes!"
Su Ping'an could vaguely feel the former's strength from the brief contact with his eyes just now.
The Fifth Realm of Scholars is indeed second to none in the entire Qingyun County.
Regardless of how fast Su Ping'an's cultivation had risen in the past, he felt that the fifth realm of scribes was nothing now. Cultivation was like climbing a mountain, the further you go, the more difficult it becomes. Therefore, the fifth realm of scribes was already quite a feat.
After looking at Yan Yan, Su Ping'an also took the opportunity to observe the county magistrate.
Although the county magistrate is the top leader in Qingyun County, the important thing about this top leader is his ability to govern, not how powerful his cultivation is.
After all, governing the county has nothing to do with one's level of cultivation, so the county magistrate's level of cultivation is only at the ninth level of scholar.
This strength is considered pretty good in Qingyun County, but I don't know which field of music, chess, calligraphy and painting the county magistrate is studying.
While Su Ping'an's thoughts were wandering, the county magistrate had already begun to give a speech for the conclusion of the cultural meeting.
"First of all, I would like to thank all the calligraphers and writers who participated in the cultural conference. It is your efforts that make the cultural conference better and better..."
The county magistrate first made some remarks, blah blah blah, and then got down to the main topic: "Okay, enough gossip, now I announce that the final winner of this literary competition, and the work that topped the list is... "
"Liao Zhai: A Chinese Ghost Story"!"
Wow...
As soon as this announcement was made, the surrounding area was filled with joy and shouts.
A group of book fans were even more excited, as if they were the ones who won this time, shouting one by one.
"I won, my 'Xiaoqian' finally won!"
"The crown belongs to my 'Xiaoqian', awesome!"
“When ‘Xiao Qian’ comes out, who can compete with her?”
…
Seeing this scene, the county magistrate showed a smile on his face, but before he could finish his words, he lowered his hands when he saw that everyone had finished shouting, and continued: "Of course, we also want to congratulate you for creating this work.
Literary Cultivator's "Susheng Little Dream". Congratulations to him for winning the first place in this competition, and also winning the final prize of our competition, a literary master's level treasure, a red sandalwood wolf-hair pen. Congratulations..."
After saying this, the county magistrate took the lead in applauding.
Su Pingan also immediately walked up with a blushing face.
However, the reaction of the audience at this time was completely different from the scene just now.
"Wow, broken chapter Su Niu. That's awesome, a master-level literary treasure..."
"This guy is just taking advantage of our 'Xiaoqian', so he is getting an advantage for nothing!"
"You can't say that. After all, 'Zhangzhang Su' wrote our 'Xiao Qian' so well, and there is no credit but hard work. This pen should be regarded as a reward for him!"
Hearing these words, even the county magistrate couldn't help laughing.
This is also rare for the relationship between a literary scholar and a book lover to be so harmonious and interesting.
Su Pingan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Before going up to the literary list, he took the red sandalwood wolf-hair pen from the hands of the county magistrate. He first greeted the county magistrate politely, and then he lowered his head and looked at the pen.
I saw this red sandalwood wolf hair pen, which is as long as a baby's arm and as thick as an adult's index finger. When held in the hand, it feels just right, neither heavy nor light.
The tip of the pen is clear in black and white, the barrel is moderately straight, and the whole body is ink-purple. There are also several golden vine patterns engraved on it, making the whole look low-key and a little noble, which is quite impressive.
"The nib of this red sandalwood wolf hair pen is made from the finest tuft of hair in the middle of the fang tail of a strange animal that looks like a horse. When writing, it can be more comfortable and the ink can be wielded freely. Even if this pen is the best in the entire
Qingyun County is a rare cultural treasure. I hope that after you get it, you can write more excellent works and help our Qingyun County gain glory!"
When the county magistrate saw Su Ping'an looking at the brush, he couldn't help but smile and point it out.
Su Ping'an woke up and quickly thanked him, "Thank you sir, I will work hard to write a good story!"
As soon as he finished speaking, unexpectedly, there was a strange movement in his body. After he felt it carefully, he couldn't help but feel happy on his face.
It turns out that the literary energy in his body has reached its limit after accumulating these days, and he will finally break through today!
During these times, he was writing books, singing, and painting...he practiced music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and he took up three of them at once. The feedback from the three parties of literary energy accumulated together, and finally he came to the Today Wenhui
After the announcement, it suddenly broke out like a 'paycheck'.
Su Ping'an's realm is like a galloping horse, he has directly crossed the threshold of the ninth realm of literati and entered the realm of scribes in one fell swoop.
boom!
Under the powerful burst of literary energy, a burst of heaven and earth's literary energy shook, and everyone around them felt this different energy fluctuation.
The county magistrate and Yan Yan who were beside him reacted immediately, and then locked their eyes tightly on Su Pingan, their eyes shining brightly.
"He actually broke through to the realm of scribes all of a sudden?!"
At this point, Qingyun County’s new first scribe in calligraphy was finally born, and he was also the youngest scribe in the history of the county!
