Obviously, these people are still in the habit of seeing the board, and they use the way of doing homework to write, even Xiao Hurwind's poems are no exception, look at the signature, Xiao Hurricane's poems are still written softly and weakly, and at first glance, they should have asked a woman to write it for a long time.

Although there are pens hanging on the small table next to this board, there are rows of pens of all sizes, such as wolf's hair, sheep's hair, rabbit's hair, and so on.

Zhang Jingtao didn't care what these pens were, he only picked up the largest one, dipped it in the thick ink that had been sharpened in the inkstone of a basin on the table, stretched out his arms, and inscribed poems on the wooden board.

The thick ink horizontal, like a boulder crossing the valley, crushed those little poems!

The first word was written, and there was already a scolding around him, some scolding this rudeness, some scolding not knowing what to say, some scolding frivolous prodigals, in short, everything.

Yang Wei rushed over in a hurry and scolded: "Damn! That's the poem I wrote, Zhang Zheng! What do you mean? ”

Xiao Fengfeng also said coldly: "There is also mine!" Are you trying to provoke? Then it's better to go to the martial arts arena with me, and let's compete again! ”

Zhang Jingtao sneered: "Your poems have been used, if they are really good, the students present will definitely remember them, and they will be widely circulated for you, if they are not good, then there is no value in existence, just to make you embarrassed, so, I will care about you!" ”

The two of them were stunned and had nothing to say.

And in the main hall of the school palace, it is forbidden to do it.

Zhang Jingtao continued to write, only to feel that after cultivating the Holy Master Dao, writing calligraphy was like a feeling of making a finger in his arm, and recently he practiced swords, so he fused the sword momentum in his chest into the words.

But the poems he wants to write are peach blossom poems, and he is not going to write something majestic, for this reason, even if a single stroke is clumsy and simple, as silent as heavy snow, but when the big pen moves again, the ink is very light in the tactful and agile.

The flying white between the strokes is more natural, or there is no collusion between the words, and it seems that there is also a momentum connection.

Seven words later, there was a lot of discussion around, and the calligraphy alone had already suppressed these students.

Gu Shan said: "If you go down with one stroke, you still think there will be a lot of momentum, pretending, it's just like a woman's words are written bigger." ”

Xiao Hurry froze, his pupils shrank sharply, and said, "Definitely!" This person's sword path is light and agile, and he is also imposing! ”

Zhang Jingtao didn't think about it so much, the big pen went vertically and horizontally, completely crushing these people's poems.

After concentrating and moving again, after going down in one breath, the pen and ink are flying, but the poetry is very elegant.

It is exactly a peach blossom poem:

Taomei Lianli is not afraid of the cold, the fragrance is full of mountains on the fifteenth day, and the spring breeze is swept away, and the flying snow is dazzling.

He threw the pen away and read it aloud.

The eyes of the women on the gimbal were confused, and they seemed to have been dazzled by the flying peach blossoms.

It seems that they have all seen the beautiful scene of the spring breeze sweeping and the peach blossoms like snow.

Immediately applauded.

Who says vernacular poetry can't be beautiful?

Zhang Jingtao turned his head to look, showed his little white teeth, caught a girl's eyes, and smiled at her.

The woman was as cold as an iceberg, but at this moment, her eyes were lowered, and her snow-white neck was between the collars, reflecting her pink cheeks, as beautiful as a peach blossom.

It was Mao Runxue.

Because she unconsciously followed with a sigh of praise.

Zhang Jingtao knew that he had passed.

Unexpectedly, just thinking so, a person walked out of the side door of the school palace and said: "Is this also a poem, pure as the vernacular, no reference to the plain, no classic borrowing, pure as a children's game, can't pass!" ”

Indeed, except for the agricultural civilization, the rest of this poem is not exquisite, and it can be described as a vernacular poem.

And the so-called vernacular, in fact, is what normal Chinese people say, it is human language.

The rest is nonsense that people will not understand.

Zhang Jingtao looked at it, this person had a hairstyle with a big back, his eyes were deeply buttoned, his beard was flowing, although he was an oil adult, his face was still elegant, obviously he had the modern blood base of the Chinese, and he wore a long sword at his waist.

When Liu Gongyan saw this person, he bowed down and said, "Assistant Teacher Cai." He straightened up and introduced, "This is Cai Wenyan's teaching assistant, there are many literary works, Zhang Zheng should be polite when he speaks, don't be as unmeasured as before!" ”

This assistant teacher, in the gate valve indoctrination system, means vicara.

Below, there are priests and godfathers.

In a city, the largest is the bishop.

Within a few cities, there will also be an archbishop.

On top of that, there is the high priest, the holy woman, and the holy king of the Confucian general altar, and its holy king is a bit like the prime minister in the noble system.

The Handan School Palace is naturally the main school in several cities, and the highest Confucian magnate here is the archbishop.

Cai Wenyan bowed to Lilibai first, then straightened up, nodded with a righteous face, and said: "If you know your mistakes, change them, and give them a chance to compose poems." ”

Zhang Jingtao thought of the difficulty of the bird language in the flood wilderness, and even had to use gestures to speak.

Looking at this moment, the words created by Ah He for the benefit of mankind were actually used so indiscriminately, and anger suddenly rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but sneer: "If you know your mistakes, change them?" The existence of these ignorant literary sayings will only hinder the spread of Chinese civilization and language. ”

Liu Gongyan was immediately unconvinced, and said: "Zhang Zheng, don't talk nonsense, it's really unlearned!" Language is only called sophisticated. ”

Zhang Jingtao sneered: "Isn't it so clever that most people don't understand?" ”

Liu Gongyan smiled contemptuously: "This is that most people don't have enough knowledge!" ”

Zhang Jingtao plans to refute it, this is not for these oil adults, but for the students present.

He said, "If most people don't understand, then how can I spread it?" If it can't be disseminated, the language will soon be replaced by other languages, that is, it will be destroyed, and if this language is Chinese, then do you think it's good that the Chinese language will be destroyed? ”

Cai Wenyan said: "If everyone in the world doesn't learn and don't know how to do it, then the language will be destroyed, and it will be better to use other languages." ”

Zhang Jingtao said angrily: "If you use other languages, the Chinese will become flower people, grass people, day people, moon people, star people, etc., and there will be no cohesion." ”

Cai Wenyan said with a righteous face: "It's really an evil way, and it is a disaster that disturbs people's hearts!" Shaft, I don't care to talk to you much, those crude vernacular articles and poems are just as ignorant as children! If you say more, your tongue is vulgar! ”

Zhang Jingtao ignored it, thinking of the earth's shocking changes, and said loudly: "Everyone, who loves to be Chinese or not, and who can inherit the true civilization of mankind, the kid doesn't care, but I want to tell you that only the true civilization of mankind, the Chinese civilization, cares about our environment and will bring a safe environment to our descendants, and the rest of the barbaric culture, which respects profit, and has not even figured out astronomy, such an evil way will definitely bring the world to danger." ”

"Cut, no matter what good and evil black and white, after a hundred years, it will eventually return to the loess, it is better to do it casually and laugh proudly." Xiao Fengfeng laughed.