After passing Luo Yufan, Zhao Wenyuan was much happier. The many scholars present also had great confidence.

Everyone handed in their works, but Zhang Wei didn't work at this time. How could he handed in with soy sauce as the protagonist? What if his masterpiece was messed up? He had to wait until the finale before handing in.

So Zhang Wei quietly waited for others to hand in the works, but the works handed over by everyone became less and less decent, such as lilac poems and works similar to vernacular Chinese. Zhao Wenyuan was so angry that he shook his head, and Qing Mo was listless when he read these works. Seeing that everyone had calmed down, Zhang Wei decided to go up and present his masterpiece. What reward would he get then? Zhang Wei thought again: I am the Sixth Layman of Fengjianting after all. If they were shocked after reading my works and insisted on accepting me as a true disciple, what should I do? Should I go or not?

The king of fantasy was suddenly awakened by a angrily scolding. After a closer look, Zhao Wenyuan took a literati's work from Qingmo's hand, and faced the work towards everyone, scolding the author: "Look, let alone the article, just the word you are! It's vulgar, like a graffiti of a three-year-old child... After scolding that person, Zhao Wenyuan waved his right hand again, and the author flew away with tears.

Zhang Wei felt cold at this time. He just took a look and thought that the man's handwriting was good, more than ten times stronger than his. If the words were written alone were ugly, it would be a good idea. Zhang Wei had another problem. Oh my God! They wrote traditional Chinese characters and traditional Chinese characters! Zhang Wei could only understand traditional Chinese characters, but it was the result of watching more Hong Kong and Taiwan movies. He usually felt that he knew a lot more than the people around him. Although he couldn't write, he could at least understand it. Now that he was playing big, he didn't say his dog crawling characters, but he wrote simplified Chinese characters. I'm afraid that if he handed over this character, he didn't need Dean Zhao to take action. The boy named Qing Mo also exhaled himself with one palm.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei was completely disappointed and had worked hard all night in vain. At this time, he touched the "masterpiece" in his arms and felt heavy. Suddenly, he felt a little lucky. Fortunately, I didn't go up, and it was not the rhythm of being blown away by a palm, but the result of death by a palm.

After Zhao Wenyuan shouted at the scribe who had unique writing, everyone calmed down again. No one came forward to hand in his work for a while. Zhang Wei looked at the bulging "masterpiece" on his chest, and felt a little scared. If it fell out and was seen, he was a scum who insulted and was photographed to death. What should he do if the teacher in his school is better. He has written so many essays, but the teacher has not beaten him to death. Thanks to the teacher for not killing him.

Thinking about it so randomly, his feet began to move slowly. Zhang Wei quietly moved to the next to a tree, and a water tank was placed around the tree. The water tank was very close to the tree, and there was only a little gap between them. Zhang Wei slowly pulled out the "masterpiece" and stuffed it into the gap. Then he pretended to look at the tree, the water tank, and returned to his original place. At this point, a heart hanging in the air was put down.

After a while, Zhao Wenyuan adjusted his mindset and said, "Don't worry too much. My Wenju Sect is not that kind of rude sect. It's just that the sect just now was really unconventional, so I took a lesson." After hearing this, everyone nodded and said yes, but they were thinking in their hearts: Wenju Sect is indeed not a rude sect, but if you, Dean Zhao, are you a rude person, then...

Among the later scholars, another person with good literary talent was selected by Zhao Wenyuan to the outside of Wenju Gate. No works were handed over again. Seeing that time had passed, Dean Zhao announced that today's literary appreciation conference had ended. Zhang Wei walked out of the gate of Wenju Gate and felt that his head was finally pressed on his neck. Then he looked around and continued to walk into the royal city. He Dongjiang paid for him to travel to the royal city, and he would take a good look when he came.

In Wenju Courtyard, President Zhao and several monks discussed the literary appreciation meeting these days. During this period, a man in green clothes spoke: "Director Zhao, although Luo Yufan's works today are good, they actually improved the realm of several literati present, but the double tigers are paper-saving..."

Zhao Wenyuan smiled slightly, waved his hand and interrupted the other party, and said, "Director Zhou thinks my reward is too grand? Do you know where the Luo family branch has been recently?" After hearing this, Zhou said, "Donghai Aolai Country, Sanshui Sect." Speaking of this, Zhou suddenly said, "But I still don't understand, what does it matter."

Zhao Wenyuan touched his beard and said, "You will understand some things in the future and will not mention them. By the way, what are the qualifications of the outer disciples who have been included in the sect in the past two days?" Zhou Zhiyu replied, "It's not very good."

When Zhao Wenyuan heard this, he sighed, "Oh! Why can't I find a student with excellent literary insights? I haven't seen a student who has made great sentences for the ages in so many years."

After hearing this, Teacher Zhou laughed a little and said, "The so-called good sentences of eternal origin are extremely rare, and it is common to not touch them. The dean does not need to force them."

The two of them talked for a while and then they dispersed. Seeing that there was some ink on their hands, Zhao Wenyuan walked to the water tank in the yard and started washing his hands. Seeing this, the boy from Qingshi obediently took a hand towel and asked the dean to wipe his hands. As soon as Zhao Wenyuan wiped his hands clean, he suddenly saw the rice paper stacked in the gap in the water tank and gently pulled it out.

The literary scholar's works were not handed over, but were placed here quietly. He must have felt that his works were not good, so he was ashamed to come forward, or there were other hidden information, so he put them here for himself to read.

Zhao Wenyuan opened the rice paper and looked at it. He sneered in his heart. As expected, he didn't read this person's article. Even these extremely ugly words made him want to kill the author. After reading it, he saw a lot of typos. The first character "Spring" at the beginning was written in a twisted manner. The pen technique was absolutely wrong. From the brushwork, Zhao Wenyuan knew that Zhang Wei's method of holding the pen was the current method of holding the pen.

I looked down and saw that the word "Jiang" is written simply, which means that the artistic conception of the river flows without the river. How can the characters be modified randomly? Although it is convenient to write, how can they be written without its shape and meaning? It is simply nonsense.

As a great literary scholar, Zhao Wenyuan saw that the second word was changed and simply recognized it. Of course, he had to look down. When he saw the word "tide", he couldn't help but smile. It's not impossible to write it like this, but... Zhao Wenyuan looked down and his thoughts were no longer on the word "Dog Climbing" and no longer on the word "Type" in the whole article.

Qingshi was beside him, looking at the dean. Seeing the dean's face with contempt, he expected that this person's literary talent would be extremely poor. After a while, Dean Zhao's eyes were as big as a copper bell, with an incredible look on his face. After a while, Dean Zhao was excited and his hands were shaking. Qingshi was so scared that he had slowly retreated a long way. President Zhao was absolutely abnormal at this moment. Suddenly, Dean Zhao roared to the sky and began to laugh. Many teachers in the Wenju Court heard Dean Zhao's roar and arrived here in an instant. They were surprised to see that Dean Zhao's realm had improved, from the middle stage of the domain to the late stage of the domain.

As a monk at the fixed level, it is extremely difficult for Zhao Wenyuan to rely on practice to improve his realm. The best way is to read famous books and classics, but this is related to two points. One is the ability of literary monks to comprehend, and the other is the artistic conception and level of the article he saw. If Qingshi and Qingmo read this article, their two comprehension of literature is limited, and even if they read it, they will not gain much. Zhao Wenyuan has been immersed in the world of literature all his life, and his ability to understand any poems is extremely high.

Zhao Wenyuan still read the article in his hand again. At this moment, he had only read half of it and his realm had improved once. And many teachers around him dared not come forward to disturb Dean Zhao.

What was Zhang Wei's writing? It was the work of "Spring River Flower Moon Night" that overwhelmed the entire Tang Dynasty with the lonely article. Zhao Wenyuan looked at it one by one, afraid that a word would be missed. Every time he read it, he carefully savored it, and then continued to look at the next sentence. After seeing the end, the author now wrote the title at the end and looked at the title "Spring River Flower Moon Night". The five words of these five words are more, and the less are less. They are closely linked to the five scenes of spring, river, flowers, moon, and night in the article. Zhao Wenyuan was fascinated. Suddenly, Zhao Wenyuan let out another long roar, and the surrounding teachers were so shocked that their chin was almost falling to the ground. It wasn't it just improved, but why did it improve again? Oh my God! President Zhao is now at the peak of the fixed realm. Isn't that a little taller than the leader of Wenju Sect? Thinking of this, everyone wanted to see the eternal sentences on rice paper.

Suddenly, Zhao Wenyuan carefully folded the rice paper and stuffed it into his arms. Then he said to Master Zhou: "Transmission to Baixiao Pavilion to find a scholar. This scholar has a very high literary attainment. He has come to our Wenju Academy these days. When he entered the Wenju Academy, he had his works on him. During the search for clues, he must not hurt anyone. He deposited a large bottle of Viagra pill." He originally wanted to add a sentence, "This person's writing is extremely ugly", but now he regards this scholar as a treasure, and he cannot say such words that slander the reputation of a scholar.

Looking at the teachers around him, Zhao Wenyuan sent another order: "What happened just now is related to the future of our school. If anyone can spread a word, don't blame me for being ruthless."

(End of this chapter)
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