Chapter 20: Half of the Seven Rhythms Surprises the Great Scholar
"Xu Rui Lao, my student, deeply versed in the art of war, a promising talent." Zhang Shen, an expert in the art of war, introduced a sentence that was an inability to compose poetry.
The words were pressed into his heart.
Zhang Dazhong was a bit strange, you can't write poetry, what are you doing venturing out.
Zhu Xuanzhi, who thought that the purple jade was a must-have, heard the voice and was first wary for a moment, but when he saw that it was Xu New Year, he didn't take it seriously.
Just glanced at him.
I have been in the same class for several years, not to say that I know each other well, but I still have a good idea of each other's strengths and weaknesses.
Xu Xinxin is outstanding in strategy, also has attainments in military law, poetry is difficult to reach the hall of elegance.
The jade pendant is still mine.
The gazes of the scholars fell on Xu Xinxin, who enjoyed the attention of the crowd, his demeanor revealing no one in sight as he looked towards the sun that hung warmly in the sky:
"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sunset."
The great master Li Mu Bai nodded his head and stroked his beard, this sentence is just a simple narration of the scenery, but the open-mindedness leaps off the page.
"The north wind blows geese and snow."
Now is the beginning of winter, snow has not yet come, but not far away, this sentence is not an exaggeration.
Dusk at sunset, snow, in the north wind whistling, see the distant sky broken geese, the picture came out.
These two lines of background rendering is very good, just fit this send-off.
Zhang Shen was extremely surprised, scrutinized Xu New Year, with his student's level of poetry, these two lines of seven words, I think it must be a work of painstaking effort. If he could maintain the standard, he might be able to compete with Zhu Xuezhi.
Of the three respected scholars, the one with the highest level of poetry, Ziyang Jushi, chewed on the two lines of the poem, his mood inexplicably a little frustrated.
Thousands of miles, dusk, north wind, lonely geese, snow falling in droves .... The picture of depression and desolation was sketched out.
He is not going out to work, but as if he has been demoted.
However, it really hit the nail on the head.
This time, it seems to be reused by the court, granting authority. But the power of the State Prison from the gang, will stand by and watch him rise through the ranks?
Will allow him to lay the foundation for the White Deer College in the officialdom?
This trip to Qingzhou was in fact an uncertain future, with an uncertain path ahead.
Suddenly, Xu New Year opened his arms, his handsome face in the warm sunlight, translucent jade-like flawless and exquisite.
He lifted his arms, looked straight at the Ziyang Jushi, and spat out the last two sentences in a loud voice:
"Mo worry about the road ahead without a friend."
"Who in the world doesn't know you."
Inside and outside the pavilion, instant silence.
In an instant, goosebumps rose all over the people present.
Zhu Xiezhi stiffly turned his head a little, staring blankly at Xu New Year who stood proudly.
"Mo worry about the road ahead without a friend, who in the world doesn't know a gentleman." Li Mubai gave an exhilarating high-five: "Absolute!"
The first two lines exuded sadness and weather, while the last two lines peaked and turned, enlightening and inspiring people.
Zhang Shen Shen looked at Xu New Year and fell silent.
Ziyang Jushi, who was good at poetry, was still caught up in the mood of this seven-sentence stanza at the moment, his heart fluttering.
"Good poem, good poem ah ...." He murmured.
"Why is it only half a line?" Seeing that his student did not continue to recite, Zhang Shen, a great master of military law, could not help but ask.
...... The corner of Xu New Year's mouth twitched, "This poem only has half a que."
Only half a que?
The readers present immediately widened their eyes, finding it difficult to accept such words. What kind of person writes a poem in half, is this still a human being?
"No harm, no harm, half a line is already amazing." Ziyang Jushi calmed his emotions and smiled profoundly, "Xu Rui Lao, this poem, does it have a name?"
"No!"
Xu New Year maintained his condescension, and the committee really didn't know how to explain it. Only by remaining aloof could he stop people from asking questions.
"No hurry, no hurry," Ziyang Jushi's smile widened instead, "This poem is a farewell for me, is that correct?"
Xu New Year nodded.
"Why don't I think of one for you."
Li Mubai, a great power player, and Zhang Shen, a great man of the art of war, suddenly understood his intentions, and their hearts cha as if they had lemons in their hearts.
"How about 'Mianyang Pavilion Sends Yang Gong to Qingzhou'?" The hallowed scholar's eyes were filled with anticipation.
"Not bad!" Xu New Year subconsciously made a haughty remark, then noticing the lack of deference in his attitude, he added, "It's all up to you sir."
"Shameless old thief."
"Hmph!"
The two great scholars became even more sour.
"This is the creation." Ziyang Jushi laughed aloud, proudly bowing towards the two others.
Nowadays, with the decline of poetry, this poem circulated, will definitely cause a sensation in the Confucian Forest, and be sung by the world's scholars.
Ziyang Jushi's reputation will also rise, the key is, this operation is equivalent to his name and this poem binding.
If this poem became a masterpiece, Ziyang Jushi's name would also be passed down through the ages.
It was extremely likely that such a masterpiece would be passed down.
In the opinion of the two great scholars, the most shameful thing is, Xu New Year as a student to give poetry teacher, the name of the poem should not appear in the name of the name, should be "word" or "number" to replace the name, only peers or close friends can write their names in the poem.
Can see that this thief in order to make a name for himself has been shameless.
What is the biggest dream of a scholar, to cultivate oneself and rule the country and pacify the world? No, this is an ideal, not a dream.
For thousands of years, the biggest dream of the readers is only one: to remain famous in history!
The two great scholars are going to be jealous of the separation of the mass wall.
As a teacher, Zhang Shen realized that this poem might not be made by his own student, but he did not break it down; it was his own good fortune that his student was favored by Ziyang Jushi. As a teacher, he also felt happy.
Amidst the boiling discussion of the students, Xu Xinxin coughed and told the truth: "Teacher, two gentlemen, this poem was not written by me, there is someone else."
The discussion stopped in a flash.
The expressions of the three great scholars were different, Zhang Shen suddenly realized that this was the case.
Li Mubai appeared to be taken aback and was very surprised.
Ziyang Jushi reacted the most, crossing two steps forward and eagerly asking, "Who is it? Is it a student from our academy? Is it here?"
His eyes swept over Xu New Year and searched through the crowd of scholars.
"It's family brother!" Xu Xinxin's chin lifted slightly, maintaining his condescending stance.
The silent scholars began to talk again:
"Xu Ruixin's older brother?"
"Where are you studying, how come I haven't heard of this character."
"Eh... If I remember correctly, Xu Ruixu seems to be the eldest son?"
"Resignation Old, what is your elder brother's high name and from whom did he study .... Aigoo, why don't you tell us, such poetic talent, we don't even know anything about it."
The scholars were anxious.
The three great scholars also looked at Xu New Year.
Not good, I was influenced by the rough old man, I shouldn't have told the rough old brother .... Looking at the scholars with fiery gazes, Xu New Year suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.
All kinds of things are inferior but reading is high, it is evident that the readers are proud, Xu Xinxin himself is also.
The readers of Yunlu Academy were even prouder.
If Xu Qi'an was also a scholar, they would admire and look up to him, but if the people knew that it was only a government servant, they would have negative feelings.
A lowly errand boy can also write superb seven rhythms, where do we put our faces?
Xu New Year hardened his head: ''My brother .... At home, he studied the classics hard, not in the Yunlu Academy, not in the State Scholarship, he, he has an indifferent character, he doesn't like fame, he doesn't like success, he only wants to have his head in his hands and be poor in his studies."
It is actually so temperament, is simply a model for our generation, admirable .... White Deer Academy's students were shocked and surged with the desire to make friends.
The first chip is no accident, the purple jade gave Xu New Year, purple sun jushi red-faced to bid farewell to the crowd, feel the thoughts through, boarded the luxury carriage, meaning to leave a sentence:
"Such a great talent, can't be a pearl in the dust, pure Jing, honorable words, what do you think?"
The two great Confucian scholars do not know really did not understand, or pretend not to understand, silent send off the Ziyang Jushi, when the carriage is far away, Li Mubai suddenly tugged on Xu Xinnian's hand, took him to the side: "resignation ah, old man suddenly up to accept the disciple of the heart, today simply nothing, take me to meet your elder brother."
Zhang Shen was shocked and said out loud, "Resignation Old, if you and your elder brother worship under the seat of the old husband together, it would not be a good story."
It was not important whether he wrote poetry or not, but he mainly did not want to bury such a talent.
If in the future, if you have a hand in a poem that will be passed down to the next generation, such as "my teacher Zhang Shen" or something like that, it is also very good.
Li Mubai unhappy: "Art of war is not mainstream, readers, first of all, to learn the doctrine, through the strategy, cultivate oneself and family."
"Heh, chess is mainstream? And it's still a sore loser, not a single victory in Wei Yuan's hands." Zhang Shen snorted coldly.
"Old thief, shut up and don't mention Wei Yuan in front of me. Old me has always loved and cherished talent, this student old me will accept."
"Old piker, is that you loving and cherishing talent, you are craving his poetic talent."
"Shameless old thief, let me shock you to death with a mouthful of righteousness."
"As if the old man doesn't have it."
Xu New Year's scalp went numb.
The distant scholars were alarmed, not knowing what was going on, the two great scholars were red in the face and arguing, and even had a tendency to make a move.
Both chapters today are in the evening.
I couldn't update at lunch, mainly because I didn't have a computer at hand, and I didn't have time to start coding until the afternoon.
So today's two chapters will be put into the evening.
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