Xiao Yihan walked over, made a gesture to the Confucian student, and asked, "This fellow Daoist, I don't know how my poem is?" ”

Confucian Sheng pondered for a while, and said seriously: "There is a slight suspicion of comparison, but it can be regarded as a small elegance." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The pig in An Ruoxi's arms broke free from her embrace, and scurried into Xiao Yihan's arms, arched him affectionately, and pointed to the big dog next to him aggrievedly.

"Go ahead." Xiao Yihan gently patted Piggy's buttocks, and the latter seemed to follow behind the big dog's buttocks, eating and drinking.

"Damn, surnamed Xiao, take care of your pigs!" The big dog was stealing something to eat, and he felt as if his tail had been bitten by something, and when he turned his head, he found the pig's dark round eyes full of hope.

The big dog stuffed a beast leg into the pig's mouth, his mouth was full of ambiguity, and he said viciously: "Eat, eat, eat and fat!" Peeled your skin and ate your flesh again......"

"I think this Daoist brother's poem is very wonderful, I wonder if I can write it on this rice paper?" An Ruoxi stretched out a slender arm, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and handed it to the Confucian scholar.

Confucian Sheng was overjoyed, hurriedly took the brush in An Ruoxi's hand, and wrote the twenty words on the rice paper seriously.

Confucianism's skills are very good, the handwriting is neat and the writing is vigorous, and there is a faint charm flowing in it.

"May I ask the name of this fairy?" After the Confucian scholar finished putting down the pen, he put the brush on the inkstone and asked An Ruoxi with a sincere expression.

An Ruoxi glanced at Xiao Yihan, and after finding that the latter had nothing to say, she seemed to be negative, and said to the Confucian student: "An Ruoxi, a native of the Eastern Wilderness, in addition to coming to Middle Earth, I heard about the poetry meeting in Zhengyang City, so I came to visit. ”

"It turned out to be a fairy from the Eastern Wilderness, and it was ...... below"

"Quiet is like a delicate flower shining on the water, and action is like a weak willow supporting the wind." Gongsun Ce came to chant the poem, made a gesture to the Confucian student, and asked, "Can I ask this senior, how is this poem?" ”

"This should be part of the poem written by Cao Xuezhu, which talks about the delicate and feminine meaning of women, and it is indeed a good poem." Confucian replied fluently, and instantly remembered.

"Yes, a sentence: a generation of alluring flowers, Wu Gongkong Yi'er's family. Xiao Feng Mo smiled at the girl in the east, and the head was still full of yarn by the white stream. I don't know how many young men are confused. Gongsun Ce said with a smile.

"No, I think the poem "Luo Shen Fu" is amazing: fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a dragon, Rong Yao Qiu Ju, Huamao Chun Song. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind. A delicate woman, from far to near, from the shape of her own appearance, the artistic conception is vividly described. "Confucianism.

The two casually found a table and chair, boiled warm wine, and talked to each other.

An Ruoxi was stunned for a moment, and then like a deflated ball, her pink cheeks puffed out, and a small hand pinched it directly.

"Look at some pigs for me, I'll go over there." Xiao Yihan said softly.

"Hey, why should I ......" Without waiting for An Ruoxi to say anything, Xiao Yihan walked away directly.

……

The Confucius Temple in Zhengyang City is one of the landmark buildings and the most important building.

As the founder of Confucianism, Confucius once dominated an era, and during his reign, there was no saint in the world! No one but Him is worthy to be called 'holy'.

In the ancient years, various schools of thought competed, with hundreds of millions of different ideas, and in that era, civilization developed to the extreme, and countless classic poems and ink anthologies were all from that era.

Until...... The king of Qin rose, swept Liuhe, unified Middle Earth, proclaimed himself the first emperor, opened up the first Qin Empire, burned books and pit Confucianism, and forced Confucianism to the danger of extinction.

A number of years have passed, and there are only 100 schools left in the 10,000 schools of thought that year, and many kinds of ideas have disappeared, some have been eliminated, and some have been erased by force, without any trace.

"The First Emperor not only cheated Confucianism, but also pitted other schools of thought by the way!" There is a great Confucian who sighed like this.

After two years of recuperation, the hundred schools of thought became stronger and stronger, and gradually became the mainstream of thought, and it was impossible to restore the grandeur of that period.

"Kong Sheng is gone, and there is no new saint in the world! Who can tolerate the rise of other schools of thought and share their own cups? Confucian was sentimental, and when he said this, he actually cried and said: "Only the Confucian Immortal Master is selfless, just like the Immortal Emperor of the ancient ages allowed other Dao to challenge his own Immortal Dao, the two saints are in the same world, the sun and the moon are the same day!" It is a blessing to mankind and all living beings! ”

According to rumors, the Immortal Emperor was made in the early years of the Holy Gu, and at that time, Confucius had already begun his career of honoring and opened up the Holy Ancient Era.

If the rumors are correct, the Immortal Emperor and Confucius are indeed "the sun and the moon are the same day" for a period of time.

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"The ancient wood is dry, and this wood becomes firewood; Women are good, girls are even better! ”

"Before the south, before the north, before the north, before the north and south; Spring Reading, Autumn Reading, Spring and Autumn Reading Reading! ”

"Folding stems is admirable, and entering the room is self-contained. When the frost is on the road, the snow is ready to open in the cold? ”

“…… The beauty is empty, who is the fragrance for? The quality is proud and frosty, and the fragrance contains autumn dew. ”

A large number of literati gathered together, burned a glass of warm wine, and talked and laughed; Talk about the past and the present, and be coquettish.

"Singing by the moonlight, let's help Yaxing with a beautiful poem?" A Confucian scholar proposed.

"Okay, then I'll come first!" A slightly younger, good-looking Confucian scholar was the first to stand up, but after a breath, he chuckled and said, "Who will burn the smoke and scatter the vertical and horizontal ties; Listen to the broken strings, break the three thousand obsessions. ”

"The past covered by the flickering years, the white horse passed through the gap, and it was hurriedly cast into a touch of sadness." Another is a Confucian monk in his twenties.

"The poems sung by the two Taoist brothers are too sad...... a Confucian student stood up, took a sip of warm wine, made a gesture to the Confucian students present, and said loudly: "I sing: Illusory and vast, once encountered, it will never be forgotten." Smile when you meet the owner, if you don't know each other, what's the matter? ”

"The flowers in the dream are gone, this love is not young, this intention is unforgettable, although the strings are broken, the song is still beautiful?"

"At the two ends of life, we stand on each other's shore, the sky is vast, holding the prosperity and sadness, between the bent eyebrows, fate is destined to become the ...... of the past"

"Although fate is determined, it is still reversible, but the past can come?!" A cold word came from the side, and all the Confucian scholars glanced over and saw an ordinary-looking man, alone, sitting in front of a small desk drinking and admiring the moon.

A Confucian student said in a somewhat displeased tone, "Please teach this senior." ”

"Month, is it really a month? Night, is it destined to be without the sun? Xiao Yihan asked in a cold voice.

"The moon is naturally the moon! There is a poem written by my Confucian Hongru: The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time! A Confucian scholar argued passionately.

But there are also Confucian Confucian sages who once said: When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? …… On the bright moon, on the world, on this day, on this earth, this Confucian saint all raised questions, in heaven and on earth, why did he choose the latter? Xiao Yihan drank the liquor in the cup, left the small case a little distraught, bathed in the cool moonlight, and somehow, his heart seemed to tremble.