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Volume 1, Chapter 422 of Yan Cunzheng: Talent and mediocrity

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    When Qi Lusi was about to leave, it was already the end of the poetry meeting.  At noon, Guimoxuan¡¯s people ordered wine and food from a nearby store and provided them for free. Song Hui asked the soldiers to pick up a few portions, and the few of them ate in the carriage and continued to watch.  Soon after noon, someone went up to the sixth floor. The sixth floor was no longer filled with gold and silver jewelry, but a brocade box containing unknown contents.  The title has also changed from poetry, couplets, and articles to calligraphy and painting.  The treasure in the brocade box was also revealed to be Gui Moxuan's ink.  At this moment, the Poetry Club has finally advanced into a dedicated display platform for Gui Moxuan.  Mrs. Wu brought out her own high-quality ink. When painting and calligraphy, the scholars who participated in the poetry meeting came into contact with it themselves. Needless to say, even the people below could smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus.  "This ink is Guimo. It is the most common ink in our Guimoxuan. You can go to my Guimoxuan later to buy one or two. It is a good product for your own use and as a gift to your friends." The man in red is responsible for polishing the ink.  The woman just gave a brief introduction without saying much. Everyone present was an expert, so they could naturally tell the quality of ink for themselves.  "Gui Moxuan's boss has good skills." Qi Hui said, "This boss is also a talented person." He just saw that several important scholars had already gone up to the third floor, and why did they show their faces?  I felt a lot more relaxed.  "Yeah, after today, I'm afraid I won't be able to remember their ink This ink" Qi Lusi shook his head, not knowing how to describe it, "When there are fewer people later, I will go and buy two.  "Qi Hui is such a lively person. Hearing this, he winked at the soldier beside him, and the soldier ran to line up.  What does it mean to give a small gift?  When the soldier came back with a sad face, Qi Hui realized that the ink was good, but it was also really expensive "No wonder Guimexuan put ink above gold. It's really more expensive than gold"  "Qi Hui was speechless.  Guimoxuan is positioned as a luxury product, not a top-notch product, and it does not deal with ordinary literati. Those who can afford it can naturally afford it, and those who cannot afford it are all rolling up their sleeves now, planning to buy more.  Go to a competition and see if you can get an ink.  This high-end pricing has not shown its power yet. At this time, most of the wealthy masters from the major forces who will come to Tianfu to attend the college due to the Nianxian Conference have not yet arrived. However, this must be taken care of now.  Mo's reputation spread.  The salary of an official is not much, so there is no harm in giving a small gift. Giving something so valuable is a bribe. Qi Hui still doesn't know the nature of Lord Qi Lusi, so giving a gift rashly may backfire.  "There are three layers above this. Could it be that there is better ink on top?" Qi Lusi was speechless as he saw that there were fewer and fewer brocade boxes on it. When it reached the top, there was only one brocade box.  "That young man" Song Hui suddenly became speechless.  But Zi Baifeng had already finished writing a piece of calligraphy and was hanging it up for everyone to see.  There are many short-sighted people among the literati. The display is taken below and then handed over to everyone for judgment.  Qi Lusi was naturally not short-sighted. He saw the word as soon as it was hung up.  Seeing the words Zi Baifeng, Qi Lusi was also speechless.  "I have only seen one person in Zaitian Mansion with such a good character." Song Hui said.  "Wu Yunhou's name, even in Shangjing, is hard to find even in Shangjing." Qi Lu thought, he naturally knew who Song Hui was talking about.  Next, it was basically Zi Baifeng who climbed all the way to the top, but there were also some really talented people who climbed to the top one after another. Later, the rules were not so strict. It often happened that two people advanced together, and  Many people who lose will challenge again. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? After that, the cinnamon ink is another ink made by Zi Wu based on the feedback, which strengthens the fragrance of osmanthus, and makes it more refreshing, and it is suitable for those who like a richer taste.  On top of Guixiang ink, there is naturally Guiqing ink with laurel added.  When they reached the top, the host opened the brocade box and said: "The last ink is called Guibao Ink. It is the treasure of our Guimexuan town store. It is the only one in the world and is inconvenient to display. And here is a pot of ink, made by  The literati who has reached the last level are splashing ink. The pot of ink has been used up, and the poem session will end. It is a rare opportunity. Please seize the opportunity. "Guibao ink is naturally the ink produced by Xiao Guibao, although it is necessary.  There were, more or less, the entire Zhongshan Courtyard painted black, but at this moment there is only this one pot, which makes it even more precious.  "I want to go up and give it a try" Qi Lusi sighed. He was also a literati and a lover of ink.  Zi Baifeng just painted a picture casually, which showed a little bit of painting.?, instead of competing with others for a pot of ink, the literati below shouted: "Brother above, please show mercy!" and then launched an attack on the top floor.  Zi Baifeng reached the top level early. Although he came later, he was still on top because he knew all the questions at his fingertips and dealt with them with ease.  Now he is lying on the top platform, looking down.  Chi Yanbai was defeated on the penultimate level. There were indeed many talented people in Zaitian Mansion.  Chi Yanzi went to the top floor, and she didn't particularly care about the ink. Although it was good ink, if she wanted to use it, she could just ask Zi Baifeng for it.  Qi Hanshan is still fighting on the penultimate level. His opponent is Yan Xiaolei. One of them must have failed.  Xing Qulang's opponent happened to be Hu Caijun, but they were still on the third floor from the bottom.  "Master Xing Qulang wins." In the end, the two men decided the winner.  Defeated?  At that moment, Hu Caijun was a little confused.  He knew the relationship between Zi Baifeng and Gui Moxuan, but he knew that for Zi Baifeng, there was no need to cheat in this kind of place.  And there was still a gap of three levels between him and Zi Baifeng.  Is this the difference?  Really, the gap after discarding everything?  Xing Qulang didn't know Hu Caijun, but Qi Hanshan knew him. Hu Caijun's triangular eyes were so recognizable. Seeing Hu Caijun's lost look, he suddenly felt a little boring. He shook his head and looked at Yan Xiaolei seriously.  With a small face, he said: "I give up." But he didn't want to call the best student trained by Bo Feng, although he is young, really extraordinary in talent and learning. He was called "Boy Bo Feng"  , it is indeed not a false rumor.  Yan Xiaolei blushed and climbed onto the last floor excitedly. He stood side by side with Zi Baifeng. He pulled the corner of Zi Baifeng's clothes and called him sir gently.  Zi Baifeng reached out and rubbed his head, pulled him to look down beside him, and cheered for others, having a great time.  "This little kid's literary talent is also very good. He seems to know that kid." Song Hui said.  Qi Lusi nodded and said: "This boy Buyu must be related to Guimoxuan." "Master Qi, what you mean is that this boy is cheating?" "Literary talent cannot be fake, regardless of poetry or character.  , calligraphy and painting are the best choices,¡± Qi Lu thought.  After he finished speaking, he shook his head again and said, "It's a worthwhile trip." "Where is this Hu Caijun? He seems to be a good scholar." Those who can reach the fifth level or above are all extremely talented. Qi Lusi basically  They all remembered it, and Song Hui naturally did the same.  "It's just good." Qi Lu thought, Hu Caijun is not particularly dazzling, and sometimes the difference may not be too big, but because there is a stronger one in front, it makes the people behind him particularly pitiful, and they don't even get what they deserve.  focus on.  What Song Hui regrets most is that none of his young masters can reach the sixth level. They are far inferior to Hu Caijun, let alone being favored by Qi Lusi.  However, there were finally a few people who won a few compliments from Qi Lusi. Although they were not specifically mentioned, they still left an impression.  "It seems that Mr. Wen didn't come to participate. If Mr. Wen came, I don't know who is weaker and who is stronger than Mr. Wen." Song Hui said.  "Master Wen?" Qi Lusi thought for a moment and said, "In my opinion, Master Wen is better in poetry, books and articles, but in terms of calligraphy and painting, Master Wen is the winner." "Master Wen is here to participate in this event.  "It's been a long time since there have been outstanding disciples from major sects taking the exam, but it's an unexpected surprise." "There are still a lot of them, but" Qi Lusi said nothing.  But this is the first time in a place like Zaitian Mansion.  The literary reputation of Mr. Wen spreads far and wide. He is one of the core disciples of the Donghuang Sect. His practice is the way of literary talent and the book of saints. He also wants to participate in the Yinglong Sect's Nianxian Conference, so he is here.  Attend a major here.  For a leading sect like the Donghuang Sect, there is no need for official documents or anything like that. The Donghuang Sect is the closest to Shangjing, and the reputation of Mr. Wen has long been spread far and wide. Qi Lusi came here with the responsibility of being related to Mr. Wen.  This kind of task and this kind of treatment is something that others can never get.  Hu Caijun lowered his head and stepped down from the platform step by step.  In his arms, he held a box of cinnamon ink.  When he finally stepped off the platform, he suddenly felt empty.  He likes the feeling of being in the spotlight on a high platform, but it also contains a sense of crisis, but when he comes down from the high platform, he is confused again.  He and Mr. Gong had a falling out, and he was afraid that he would also lose his position in life. But what does he get now? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ????Only this piece of ink?     does it worth?  Why?  what to do?  Several questions lingered in his mind, and someone came up and asked: "Brother, do you sell this ink? I'll buy it at a high price." He didn't hear it at all, lowered his head, pushed the person away, and walked out of the crowd.  After he completely walked out of the crowd, he looked back.  A voice said to him: "Try again, try again, don't give up easily!" But he also knew that this was just because he was unwilling to fail. In fact, if he tried again, it would be impossible to achieve better results than this time.  Better.  When he was in Mengcheng, he might be the second person behind Zi Baifeng, but when it comes to the whole world, Zi Baifeng might still be the first, but he no longer knows where he fell.  This is the difference.
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