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"Xu Cijiu, my student, is well versed in the art of war, and he is a talent to make." Zhang Shen, a master of art of war, introduced that he can't compose poetry.
This sentence is pressed in my heart.
Everyone Zhang is a little strange, you can't write poetry, so what are you doing out there.
?Zhu Tuizhi, who thought that the purple jade was bound to be obtained, heard the voice, and first became vigilant, but when he saw that it was Xu Xinian, he didn't take it seriously.
Just glanced at him.
We have been classmates for several years, not to mention knowing the basics, but we still know each other's strengths and weaknesses.
Xu New Year is outstanding in strategy and theory, and he is also accomplished in the art of war, so it is difficult for his poems to be elegant.
The jade pendant is still mine.
The eyes of the students fell on Xu Xinnian. He enjoyed everyone's gaze, with a defiant look on his face, looking at the warm sun hanging in the sky:
"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun."
? Li Mubai nodded his head and stroked his beard. This sentence is just a simple description of the scenery, but his open mind is vivid on the paper.
"The north wind blows geese and snow."
It's winter now, and the snow hasn't come yet, but it's not far away. This sentence is not an exaggeration.
? At dusk and dusk, heavy snow was flying, and in the howling north wind, seeing wild geese in the distance, the sense of the picture came out immediately.
The background rendering of these two sentences is very good, which fits this farewell.
Zhang Shen was extremely surprised, carefully examined Xu Nian, and with his student's level of poetry, these two sentences and seven words must have been painstakingly written. If he can maintain his standard, he might not be able to compete with Zhu Tui.
Among the three highly respected Confucian scholars, Layman Ziyang, who has the highest level of poetry, chewed on two lines of poems, feeling a little sad for no reason.
Thousands of miles, dusk, north wind, lone geese, snow falling outlines a desolate and desolate picture.
He didn't become an official, but seemed to be demoted.
However, it really struck a chord.
This time he became an official, it seems that he was reused by the court and granted authority. But the faction from the Imperial Academy will just watch him rise to the top?
Will he be allowed to lay the foundation for White Deer Academy in the officialdom?
Going to Qingzhou this time, the future is actually uncertain and the road ahead is bleak.
Suddenly, Xu Xinian opened his arms, and his handsome face was as flawless and delicate as jade in the warm sunlight.
He raised his arms, looked directly at Layman Ziyang, and uttered the last two sentences loudly:
"Mo Chou has no confidant in the future."
"No one in the world knows you."
Inside and outside the pavilion, there was an instant silence.
In a short while, everyone present had goose bumps all over their bodies.
Zhu Tuizhi turned his head stiffly little by little, staring blankly at Xu Nian who stood proudly.
"Mo Chou has no confidant in the future, no one in the world knows the king." Li Mubai clapped his hands excitedly: "Definitely!"
?The first two sentences reveal a sad atmosphere, and the last two sentences turn around, which makes people suddenly enlightened and inspiring.
Zhang Shen looked at Xu Xinian and fell silent.
Layman Ziyang, who is good at poetry, is still caught in the artistic conception of this seven-character quatrain, and his heart is shaking.
"Good poetry, good poetry" he murmured.
"Why is there only half a que?" Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, couldn't help asking when he saw that his students did not continue to chant
Xu New Year's mouth twitched: "This poem is only half-queen."
Only half of it? !
The scholars present immediately widened their eyes, unable to accept such words. How can anyone write half of a poem? Is this still a human being?
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Ban Que is astonished as a heavenly man." Layman Ziyang calmed down and smiled deeply, "Xu Bijiu, does this poem have a name?"
"No!"
Xu New Year remained arrogant, but he really didn't know how to explain it. Only by maintaining an aloof attitude can people stop asking questions.
"Don't worry, don't worry," Ziyang Layman's smile widened, "This poem is to see me off, right?"
Xu New Year nodded.
"Why don't the old man think of one for you."
Li Mubai, a master of great power, and Zhang Shen, a master of military art, suddenly understood his intentions, like a lemon in their hearts.
"How about calling Yang Gongzhi Qingzhou at the Sheep Pavilion?" The dignified Confucian looked forward to it.
"It's okay!" Xu Xinnian subconsciously said arrogantly, and then realized that his attitude lacked respect, and added: "It's all up to the master."
"Shameless old thief."
"snort!"
The two great Confucians were even more sour.
Now that poetry is weak, if this poem spreads out, it will definitely cause a sensation among scholars and be sung by scholars all over the world.
Layman Ziyang's reputation will also rise with the tide, the key is that his operation is equivalent to binding his name to this poem.
If this poem becomes a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, the name of Layman Ziyang will also be passed down through the ages.
It is very possible that such masterpieces will be handed down to the world.
In the eyes of the two great Confucians, the most shameless thing is that Xu Xinian presented a poem to his teacher as a student. There should be no taboo in the title of the poem. Write the name into the poem.
It can be seen that this thief is already shameless in order to become famous.
What is the greatest dream of a scholar, self-cultivation, governance of the country and peace of the world? No, this is an ideal, not a dream.
For thousands of years, the greatest dream of scholars has only one: leave a name in history!
The two great Confucian scholars are about to be jealous of their separation.
As a teacher, Zhang Shen realized that this poem might not have been written by his students, but he did not expose it. It was his own good luck that the students were favored by Lay Ziyang. I am also happy to be a teacher.
Amidst the heated discussions among the students, Xu Nian coughed and told the truth: "Teacher, gentlemen, this poem was not written by me, but someone else."
The discussion stopped for a moment.
The expressions of the three great Confucian scholars were different, and Zhang Shen suddenly showed such an expression.
Li Mubai seemed taken aback, very surprised.
Layman Ziyang reacted the most. After stepping through the first two parts, he asked eagerly: "Who is it? Is it a student of our academy? Is it here?"
His eyes flicked to Xu Xinian, and he searched among the students.
"It's my brother!" Xu Nian raised his chin slightly, maintaining a proud posture.
The silent students began to discuss again:
"Xu Bijiu's elder brother?"
"Where did you study, why haven't you heard of this person before?"
"Er If I remember correctly, Xu Cijiu seems to be the eldest son?"
"Farewell to the past, your elder brother's surname is Gao, who did he study under Oh, you said, we don't know anything about this kind of poetic talent."
The students are in a hurry.
The three great scholars also looked at Xu Xinnian.
Not good, I was influenced by the rough old man, I shouldn't have told the rough old man Looking at the students with fiery eyes, Xu Xinian suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.
?Everything is inferior, but reading is high. It can be seen that scholars are proud, and so is Xu Xinian himself.
The scholars of Yunlu Academy are even more proud.
If Xu Qi'an is also a scholar, they will admire and admire him. If everyone knows that he is just a yamen servant, they will have negative emotions.
A low-ranking servant can also write the top-notch Qilu, where should we put our face?
Xu Xinnian bit the bullet: "My brotherstudies the classics at home, not in Yunlu Academy, nor in the Imperial College, he, he has a dull and uncontested personality, he doesn't like fame or success, he only wants to be famous and poor."
To be so virtuous is simply a role model for my generation, which is admirable The students of Bailu Academy were shocked, and they became friends with each other.
There was no accident in the first prize, Ziyu was given to Xu New Year, Ziyang Layman bid farewell to everyone with a red face, feeling that he had a good idea, and when he boarded the luxurious carriage, he left a sentence with meaning:
"Such a great talent, can't be dusted like a pearl, Chun Jing, sincerely, what do you think?"
The two great Confucians didn't know if they really didn't understand, or they pretended not to understand, and silently sent Lay Ziyang away. When the carriage was gone, Li Mubai suddenly grabbed Xu Xinian's hand and took him aside: "Farewell to the old man!" , the old man suddenly became interested in accepting disciples, so he has nothing to do today and took me to meet your elder brother."
Zhang Shen turned pale with shock, and said: "Farewell to the old man, if you and your elder brother worship under the old man's seat, it would be a good story."
It doesn't matter whether he writes poetry or not, the main thing is that he doesn't want to bury such a talent.
In the future, it would be great if a master can occasionally get a poem handed down from generation to generation, such as "My Teacher Zhang Shen".
Li Mubai said displeased: "The art of war is not the mainstream. A scholar should first learn the scriptures, understand the theory of strategy, cultivate one's morals and regulate one's family."
"Heh, the way of chess is the mainstream? And he is still a person who can't afford to lose, and he has no victory in Wei Yuan's hands." Zhang Shen snorted coldly.
"Old thief, shut up, don't mention Wei Yuan in front of me. This old man always cherishes talents, and this student is accepted by this old man."
"Old man, are you cherishing talents, are you greedy for his poetic talents?"
"Shameless old thief, seeing this old man's upright breath will shock you to death."
"It seems that the old man doesn't have one."
Xu New Year's scalp is numb.
The students in the distance turned pale with fright. They didn't know what was going on, and the two great Confucian scholars started arguing with red faces, and even had the tendency to fight. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)Do you cherish talents? You are greedy for his poetic talents. "
"Shameless old thief, seeing this old man's upright breath will shock you to death."
"It seems that the old man doesn't have one."
Xu New Year's scalp is numb.
The students in the distance turned pale with fright. They didn't know what was going on, and the two great Confucian scholars started arguing with red faces, and even had the tendency to fight. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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