The first question is drawn, and the next second question explains the scriptures, and it is Luo Mu's turn to ask the question first.

Not surprisingly, Luo Mu's title really came from the Analects.

The reason why it is not "The University", "The Mean" and "Mencius" is because the "Analects" is the most subtle and meaningful, and the words of the Holy Master can not only be taken literally, but not seriously considered, combined with the core ideas of the Most Holy Teacher, often come to the opposite conclusion.

For example, Meng Wubo asked for filial piety. Zi said: "Parents are only worried about their illness. ”

If it is only taken literally, most people think it is ridiculous, and even the trivial matter of physical health has to worry about the parents How can it be said that it is filial piety?

However, is this really the case? If we think about it more deeply and combine it with Confucius's views, then we can draw another conclusion: Confucius believed that parents' love for their children is meticulous, and when parents do not have to worry about anything for their children, and parents only have to worry about their children's health, then it is filial piety.

Luo Mu searched his intestines and scraped his stomach for half a cup of tea, and finally thought of a sentence with a simple literal meaning and profound meaning from the "Analects", and then read it out in public for Xu Xian to explain.

Xu Xian did not hesitate to recite it according to the explanation in the "Commentary on the Analects".

The students listened, dumbfounded, and silent, because Xu Xian's "interpretation" of the scriptures reached an unbelievable level, even if it was Mr., he could not reach such a high level, it was completely the level of Confucianism.

Luo Mu wanted to cry without tears, and he knew that he would come up with a simpler one, so that Xu Xian would not have room to play.

Xu Xian finished explaining the scriptures and said to Luo Mu: "Luo Mu, explain your scriptures, and let everyone evaluate whose interpretation of the scriptures is more reasonable and thorough." ”

"I, I ......" How dare Luo Mu explain his scriptures, compared with Xu Xian's, his interpretation of the scriptures is simply superficial and ignorant, like a child's babbling, which will only attract the ridicule of all students.

"The interpretation of this sentence is that you speak better than me." Luo Mu was ashamed and indignant and admitted in public.

Xu Xian smiled faintly and said, "Then, it's my turn to ask the question......

"Wait!" Luo Mu interrupted and shouted, "You don't have to ask the question, the scriptures explain that I admit defeat in this game." ”

In view of Xu Xian's explanation and answer to the scriptures just now, he knew very well in his heart that his understanding of the scriptures was far worse than Xu Xian's, and there was no need to humiliate himself on this.

"Haha, so I won a game." Xu Xian laughed loudly.

Bang Bang Bang ......

A thunderous applause rang out, and the students began to discuss excitedly.

"It's amazing, I didn't expect Xu Xian's understanding of the Analects to reach such an astonishing height!"

"yes. Luo Mu didn't dare to fight in interpreting the meaning of the scriptures. This is called a soldier who surrenders without a fight! ”

"Whoever dares to say in front of me that Xu Xian is unlearned, I will definitely slap him in the mouth. When I'm a fool! ”

……

Qin Jie looked at Xu Xian, his face was full of shock, he never expected that this little junior brother's talent was so high, far from his expectations.

"It's no wonder that the Han Wen virtuous brother can say the eight words 'unity of knowledge and action, stop at the best', not for a while, but for a while, but for a long time!" He sighed in his heart.

As for Tang Wanrong, she applauded desperately with a pair of little hands as white as frost, while forgetting that her daughter was happy, and she was sincerely happy for Xu Xian.

Luo Mu listened to the deafening applause, and felt remorse in his heart, he was completely humiliated by himself, and became a stepping stone for Xu Xian to become famous.

However, he didn't run away, and there was still a game, composing poetry!

"We have to win, we have to save face!" He hated in his heart.

He was very confident that he would win, because it just so happened that he had recently written a poem about bamboo cultivation. He pondered and revised this poem for more than a month, and originally planned to release it at the March Sanxi Lake Poetry Conference, but because the topic at the poetry meeting was not suitable at that time, he did not have the opportunity to release it.

So, in order to fight back, in order to stop those piercing applause, in order to put pressure on Xu Xian, so that he could not calm down and compose poems, he read his poems aloud:

"The gold is trivial at night, and the breeze blows the jade exquisite......"

Sure enough, the applause soon stopped, and all the students listened attentively to his poems.

“…… The cold year is not very fucky, not the same as ordinary grass and trees. ”

As he finished reading the poem, the students were silent for a while, and then let out an exclamation of "Wow-" and shouted good poetry.

The gentlemen who were watching from a distance also stroked their beards and nodded, praising them: "Good poetry, good poetry." ”

Then he turned his head to Luo Hai and said: "Brother Luo, let my nephew's "Yongzhu" be done very well, enough to leave the county." ”

Luo Hai, whose face was like a black pot just now, finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a rare smile on his face, and pretended to be modest: "False praise, false praise." ”

Luo Mu saw the reaction of the students and knew that his song "Yongzhu" was right, so he immediately swept away the decline just now, held his head high, and said arrogantly: "Xu Xian, it's your turn." You proposed to compose a poem on the theme of bamboo cultivation, so you won't be unable to write it, right? ”

Good poems are rare, the articles are natural, and Qin Jie and the students have no hope that Xu Xian can make a poem comparable to Luo Mu's "Yongzhu".

In fact, Qin Jie is no longer worried about Xu Xian's reputation, even if he loses in poetry, it will be a draw. You Luo Mutang Class A student, you are over thirty years old, and you are only sixteen or seventeen years old Xu Xian, who is only sixteen or seventeen years old, it is self-evident who is embarrassed.

"What are you proud of? Xu Xian's poems are much smarter than yours! Tang Wanrong couldn't get used to Luo Mucai's triumphant appearance when he had the upper hand, and couldn't help but glare.

Luo Mu pretended to smile generously and shook his head, not arguing with Tang Wanrong.

This made Tang Wanrong so angry that her teeth itched, and she turned to Xu Xian and said, "Xu Xian, you quickly make a peerless poem and let him cry!" ”

"Hahaha......" Luo Mu finally couldn't help laughing.

And at this moment, Xu Xian read aloud unhurriedly:

"Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. ”

For a while, Luo Mu's laughter was dumb, and all the students fell silent, while Qin Jie's eyes widened to the extreme, and even his mouth was open enough to fit a duck egg.

"Boom-"

After a few breaths, the students suddenly burst into deafening screams.

"Good poetry, peerless poetry!" Tang Wanrong screamed excitedly, hugged Xu Xian in a hurry, and constantly jumped excitedly.

Regarding everyone's reaction, Xu Xian had already expected that this was the most famous poem of Yongzhu in ancient Chinese poetry, and the author was Zheng Banqiao, so he was very calm.

It's just that Tang Wanrong suddenly hugged him and jumped up, making him unable to calm down anymore.

The faint scent of virginity penetrated into his nostrils and into his lungs with his breath, making him unable to control himself. In particular, his chest was rubbed against two strange masses of softness, which made his whole body swell with blood and breathe heavily.

"This poem is absolutely amazing...... "The gentlemen standing in the distance couldn't help but sigh, "the minimum is enough to spread the world!" ”

"Not bad! In time, Xu Xian will become famous, and this poem is very likely to be famous for centuries! Zhao Wenyuan, vice president of Muyang Academy, commented, "I didn't expect Xu Xian to have such a poetic talent, if it weren't for Zhang Gonghui's eyesight, my Muyang Academy would have lost a good talent, and my old Zhao would have been guilty." ”

Luo Hai listened to these words, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he hated Zhang Wenyuan in his heart. If it weren't for you, Zhao Wenyuan, who arranged Xu Xian to the Ding class, how could I, Luo Hai, lose face in front of the students twice or three times, and how could my nephew Luo Mu lose face in public and lose his reputation?!