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Chapter 727: Each shows his magical powers, and there are several branches of plums in the corner!

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    As one of the seventy-two sages of Confucianism and the dean of Baihe Academy, he is almost an existence in Confucianism.

    ?Little Shengxian Village, regarded as a place of pilgrimage by Confucianism, is the dream place for many scholars to study, and Shi Zhichang is the resident teacher there.

    Yan Hui, the Confucian sub-leader, and Shizhi are often close friends in life and death, and the relationship between the two is irreversible.

    It can be said that making a request to the old Mr. Shi Zhichang, regardless of outsiders, is a more precious prize than the Dimension Sumeru ring for all Confucianism cultivators.

    Zhao Linger even saw that many Confucianism cultivators on the fifth floor had red eyes, and was very excited.

    "For half an hour, you can write your own poems on rice paper, and don't forget to write your name!"

    "One more thing to mention is that the entire Guangling City is covered by my literary spirit. If the students write high-quality poems, they will not show the vision of heaven and earth. This is to fulfill my previous promise!"

    "I don't care whether your poems are good or not, I only look at the artistic conception of your poems. Even if your poems are ordinary poems, his poems are the highest nine-grade hymns, but the artistic conception  If not, I will still choose Fanshi!"

    This sentence gave many students great confidence.

    As we all know, Confucianism is the way, and most teachers, including sub-sages such as Yan Hui and Fu Nian, will also use the hidden "Confucianism and Taoism" as the basis when considering students' poetry attainments.

    If your poems are of the third grade and his poems are of the fourth grade, then his poems are definitely better than yours.

    But Shi Zhichang is different. His poetic accomplishments are at the top of the entire Confucianism. When he reads poems, he only looks at the artistic conception you want to describe. If he does not follow Confucianism and Taoism, he is considered an alternative.

    However, this also gave some students with low attainments in poetry great confidence.

    In terms of being a teacher, Shi Zhi often said that Confucianism is second, but Yan Hui dare not call it the first.

    Not only the Confucianism cultivator on the fifth floor, but Shi Zhichang's book boy also conveyed the old man's meaning to the four floors below.

    The Confucianism cultivators in Tianyahai Pavilion were all excited and about to go to heaven.

    This time, the Great Cold Festival is destined to cause a sensation in the entire Confucianism.

    Half an hour passed quickly, and the maid collected rice paper after sheet, and there were thousands of copies.

    Shi Zhichang didn't ask the book boy or Liu Mang and Lin Tiannan to delete some of the really inferior poems, he read them one by one at a very fast speed.

    The first place, including Zhao Linger, looked at Shi Zhichang nervously.

    Lin Yueru was no exception. She did not follow Lin Tiannan's example and entered Confucianism, but chose to practice Taoism.

    However, under the influence of her ears and eyes since she was a child, she naturally also expressed her deep love for poetry, so she also wrote a poem and handed it in.

    In Lin Yueru's heart, if she wants to be her husband, the first and most important thing is that poetry must be extraordinary.

    So even if you are number one in the world, you are a man of virtue, but you don't know poetry?  Sorry, Lin Yueru won't take another look at you.

    This is the waywardness of Miss Lin Jiabao!

    Soon, Shi Zhichang held up a piece of rice paper.

    "This person wrote a poem called "Crescent Moon Bay". If you plagiarize, I won't say the name. You leave Tianyahai Pavilion by yourself. I don't have students like you in Confucianism!"

    The students on the fifth floor all heard this sentence, and the bookboy also passed it on, and the students on the four floors below who were eager to see through it also learned about it.

    In the crowd, some people left, not just one person, those people were plagiarists!

    "You don't know, Mr. Shi Zhichang, who used great energy and painstaking efforts to engrave a copy of all the classics in the world, and collected them all in Baihe Academy, and built the most famous Confucianism'Tingshu Pavilion'.  , the old gentleman has already memorized it by heart, but he dares to copy it in front of the old gentleman, what a shame!"

    "Plagiarists are so hateful. It's a pity that I met an old gentleman with top attainments in poetry. This is kicking the iron plate!"

    "The old man is too kind. He even let those plagiarists leave by themselves. He didn't say their names. If they tell their names, those hateful people will be blacklisted by the Seventy-two Academy of Confucianism and Taoism tomorrow."  list!"

    On the fifth floor, Zhao Linger was worried about plagiarism before, but now she is relieved.

    This kind and kind old gentleman seems to have real talents.

    Bu Feifan's two poems, when they were written, caused the literary spirit to drop, which is a vision that only appears in the first poems, so Zhao Linger is not worried that the plagiarism will fall to her headsuperior.

    Soon, Mr. Shi Zhichang had already read more than half of the thousand sheets of rice paper.

    He glanced at every piece of rice paper to see whether it was good or bad. Only the rice paper he had seen would be handed to Liu Mang and Lin Tiannan by the book boy.

    There are also some well-known poems in it. Liu Mang and Lin Tiannan nodded their heads and admired them, but Shi Zhichang didn't like them at all.

    Not long after, Shi Zhichang flipped the rice paper mechanically, and then the movement of shaking his head froze suddenly.

    Everyone on the fifth floor was shocked instantly.

    It seems that Mr. Shi Zhichang has seen the poems he likes.

    Picking up a piece of rice paper, Shi Zhichang looked at it for a long time, then closed his eyes, chanted silently several times in his heart, and then nodded repeatedly.

    "Next, I will read a poem to everyone, and I ask the students to listen carefully!"

    "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.

    Far know that it is not snow, only the dark fragrance comes!  "

    "The title of the poem is "Plum Blossom"!"

    As soon as Shi Zhichang finished speaking, there was a lot of noisy discussions on the fifth floor.

    "A good poem, a good poem, with a clear artistic conception, especially the last two sentences. I know it's not snow, but only a faint fragrance. This sentence is intertwined with clarity and haze, which is really rare!"

    "Twenty characters describe the spirit of plum blossoms vividly and fascinated people. This must be at least a sixth-grade fairy poem, or even higher. It is possible to reach the level of hymns!"

    "Old Mr. Shi Zhichang is really astute. He was able to spot this one out of more than a thousand poems at a glance. Who wrote this poem? Could it be that he is a great Confucian?!"

    "It is said that Mr. Linfeng is the best to write about plums. It is really possible!"

    On the fifth floor, many people have already looked at Bu Linfeng inquiringly.

    Bu Linfeng had a slightly embarrassed expression on his face. Before he could speak, many people had already come forward to compliment him.

    "Young Master Linfeng, congratulations, this poem is at least a sixth-grade immortal, and you have created another peak!"

    "Mr. Linfeng is worthy of being the disciple of Mr. Shi Zhichang. I am far beyond my reach for such attainments in poetry!"

    "Ahem!"

    Bu Linfeng hurriedly coughed twice, and then said with a wry smile: "Everyone, I'm sorry, I didn't write this poem!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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