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Episode 4 The Meeting of the Eight Prefectures Chapter 127 How can you weigh my talent?

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    [Sorry, the update is late, please forgive me!  ¡¿ "It seems that Li Tu had a hard time writing this character. What character did he write?" Seeing this situation, the people watching the game became curious and very concerned.  But when they saw that Li Tu had his back turned to everyone and remained silent for a long time, the spectators became a little commotion, saying: "Isn't it right that he can't write it out? And Su Dingbang has also written it out, even more so.  It¡¯s one, two, seven, and five cents.¡± ¡°Is it possible that measuring literary talent¡­is closely related to the words written?¡± Someone asked after a while.  "This is very possible. Maybe the words he wrote are not simple and have great significance It can be seen that some words cannot be written casually, just like the word 'holy'. It represents the holy words of the saint, but the saint's  Literary talent can't be measured!" The old man from Taixue Palace nodded.  At this time, Duke Wen and Wu looked back at Su Ziyu. Although he did not say a word, there was an inquiring look in his eyes.  "How can a person's literary talents be accurately weighed? Moreover, Taiping Youxiang is just a rough guess and cannot be taken seriously." Su Ziyu nodded slightly and said, "Some words cannot be weighed."   On the road of trials.  After writing two strokes, Li Tuda frowned and found that it was difficult for him to write. He also discovered some of the mysteries and understood a little bit.  For the first time, he just wrote the simplest word "Ò»", which could be finished in one stroke. Although there was a lag when he started writing, he was highly concentrated and his thoughts were concentrated.  I just scratched it with my pen and found nothing wrong.  But this time.  But he discovered something different. The first stroke almost drained his literary energy.  In other words, it is about literary thoughts; and the second stroke is to drain out the "essence" of his "spirit and spirit".  Although not very accurate.  But that¡¯s probably what it means.  "Is this how literary talent is measured? Literary spirit, energy and concentration are concentrated in thoughts?" Li Tu frowned. Although it was difficult to write, it was not impossible to finish a stroke. He thought for a while, figured out something, and then continued  I wrote a stroke using the "Qi" in my "Jing Qi Shen".  This stroke is still very difficult to write!  Then, he wrote another stroke using the remaining word "god".  When all his energy and energy were gone, Li Tuzhen found that he really couldn't write anymore.  I found that I had nothing left to finish this last stroke.  I want to write this last stroke, but I can't. This is a very strange feeling.  Since every stroke of writing requires something from yourself, how do you explain the word "pen" written by Su Dingbang for the first time?  The strokes of the character "Bi" have far surpassed his five strokes.  But after thinking about it, Li Tu found that this was not the key point, but when he was writing this word.  Lack of something.  "What do I lack" Li Tu held the pen quietly, and the word he had not finished writing appeared in his mind.  It not only lacks the last stroke, but also lacks its essence Righteousness - I want to write the word "righteousness", a "righteousness" character that means "the world is righteous".  Instead of the word "Õý" for the first month.  The essence of the word "zheng" lies in its Qi.  Its Qi is righteousness.  What is righteousness?  The greatest and most powerful energy filling the space between heaven and earth!  It¡¯s time.  Li Tu finally understood what he was lacking.  If you don¡¯t have righteousness in your body, how can you write the word "righteousness" in an upright manner?  "Zheng" is a word of great significance.  The first stroke requires a person's literary spirit, and the second, third, and fourth strokes require a person's three treasures "jing, qi, and spirit"; then.  The last touch, of course, requires a person¡¯s righteousness.  Necessity is the last touch, but this is the essence of this "word". Without it, there would be no "righteousness".  Li Tu figured it out. He needed his own righteousness to write this last stroke.  "There is righteousness in the world!" Li Tu said silently, and a majestic aura came from the bottom of his heart. It was mighty Su Dingbang and the Grand Duke on the road to the trial suddenly felt a very pure aura of awe.  Li Tu's body was born, not from heaven and earth.  This aura of awe-inspiringness is extremely strong and powerful, yet extremely righteous.  Li Tu¡¯s last stroke was finally made The elephant screamed and roared, seeming to be very unwilling to break free from the peaceful elephant.  "Its weighttwo taels and one penny and seven centsis the talent of a great scholar!" ??"Two taels and seven cents for one pennyit actually exceeded two taels, and it was so much more than Su Dingbang. What on earth did he write that made it so heavy all of a sudden?" The spectators couldn't help but be stunned.  "It's the word 'zheng'." Someone said.  "Zhengzi? But even if the word 'zheng' is written, it shouldn't be so heavy all at once. It's a bit abnormal." Someone shook his head and said doubtfully.  Li Tu¡¯s weight this time was much higher than the first time, and it seemed that something was really abnormal.  Since we are weighing literary talents, the weighing should not be much different each time.  Literary talent, at the same time, should be a fixed value, how could there be such a big difference in measurement?  Everyone watching the battle thought of this question, and then turned to look at the woman in the bamboo hat. It seemed that she knew a lot about Taiping Youxiang and might know something about it.  Su Ziyu looked at Li Tu and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that a scholar who was not a bachelor could actually be said to be a literary talent that was beyond ordinary bachelors. Then he said to the crowd: "The little girl has already  I have said it before, how can a person's literary talent be measured accurately, and Taiping Youxiang is just a rough guess, it cannot be taken seriously" "" Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, what is this?  After listening to what Su Ziyu said, the Second Duke of Civil and Military Affairs really wanted to roll his eyes. Since this Taiping image does not accurately weigh literary talent, then you still use it to weigh it?  Now, they are 80% sure that this Taiping Youxiang was brought out by her.  "Moreover, he has also weighed the righteousness in himself. Of course, it is far more than the first time." Su Ziyu was silent for a while and then said.  "Zhengqi?" Everyone was even more shocked. Now not only Lian Wencai could weigh it like an object.  Even a person's righteousness can be measured as a literary talent.  ¡­ ¡­ On the road to the trial, Su Dingbang heard Li Tu¡¯s final weighing value.  His face was still very calm, and there was no sign of envy, jealousy, or hatred on his face "Two taels and seven cents for one cent, which suddenly makes me four cents and two cents more Wencai, Wencai, it can really be called  Do you want to measure my literary talent? Moreover, how can my literary talent be so light" Su Dingbang just spoke softly, but suddenly he exuded an aura as majestic as a mountain, and then he stood up and walked up.  Pick up the pen!  Since you claim to be able to measure literary talents, let¡¯s see how much my real literary talents are!     and.  How can my literary talent be worth one, two, seven, and five cents?     Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world!  This is my talent.  ¡­ ¡­ After Li Tu finished writing the word ¡°Õý¡±, he walked a few steps silently, his face was very calm, as calm as water.  He didn¡¯t care at all about the weight of two taels and seven cents. He believed that his literary talents could not be weighed with a scale.  Confucian.  Have the world in mind!  This is a seed quietly planted in his heart by the holy book. This sentence alone is already heavy.  And, the weight of literary talent.  It's about the people who use it.  But at this time, Li Tu was not thinking about these. The first thing he thought about was the human spirit.  The second, third, and fourth are the human spirit, and the fifth is its essence.  Human righteousness.  The second weighing seems to match the meaning of the word.  It¡¯s also about people.  So what about the third time? What does it have to do with?  At first, Li Tu also wanted to use the word "mountain" to measure it and see what it was like, but in the end he rejected it.  Moreover, in the third test, one of his own problems was also exposed.  It¡¯s not that my will is weak, but that there is a fatal flaw in my firm will.  This problem once appeared on Liangshan in Qi State, and it has appeared now.  Who are you?  The Nine Sons of the Ancestral Land, this is a vague and extremely unclear answer.  Who am I?  This made Li Tu very confused Su Dingbang picked up the pen, dropped it, then passed it across, and then stopped.  "It seems that he has also encountered the same situation as Li Tu. Could it be that his handwriting is not simple?" Everyone watching the battle was watching, very concerned about Su Dingbang's final weight and whether he could surpass Li Tu.  Two taels and seven cents a penny.  Then, they saw Su Dingbang spit out a mouthful of blood.  "He actually spurted blood" "What on earth did he write? He actually suffered a blood disaster!" Even those old people with good intentions?? was also startled and stared.  "He sprayed again. What on earth was he writing? He spurted blood" On the road to the trial, an elephant in Taiping screamed and roared, and stamped with its four hooves.  Su Dingbang watched calmly and whispered: "My literary talent can be measured in one word, and it can represent" "It weighstwo taels, seven cents and three centsit is the talent of a great scholar.  "A very hoarse voice came from Taiping Youxiang.  "Two taels and seven cents is three cents, this" This weight shocked everyone watching. It was only two cents and seven cents away from becoming a Confucian scholar, and in the entire Yanyun realm, only Xiao Rang, a scholar with master skills, was a Confucian scholar.  At this time, everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to Li Tu who was standing aside. Su Dingbang's first weighing was one two, two and three cents, the second weighing was one two, seven cents and five cents, and the third weighing was two taels.  Seven cents and three cents.  The first time Li Tu weighed it was one tael, two cents, and three cents, and the second time, it was two taels, one cent, and seven cents.  At this time, everyone is waiting for Li Tu's third weighing. Who is better in terms of literary talents and literary talent?  Li Tu did not let everyone wait, he immediately walked up and wrote a word.  When Li Tu was learning to write this character, he was very relaxed and quick, and seemed to have no restrictions.  But after he finished writing this word, he heard a voice.  "How can you weigh my talent?" (To be continued)
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