By the time Lu Ming and Cao Shi had finished discussing the release of "Liweng Rhyme", it was already noon, and the two were talking very speculatively. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"That's probably it, Lu Xuecai, let's talk about it here first. Cao Shi said.

"Good. Lu Ming nodded.

"Keep your manuscript with me for the time being, and I'll send someone back to you in a few days. ”

"No problem, it's not too early, the students will leave first. ”

"Walk slowly, don't send. ”

Lu Ming arched his hand, and then left the office, thinking, "Strange, why do I have a bad feeling?"

But then, Lu Ming put down this thought and didn't think much about it.

In the office, the smile on Cao Shibian's face quickly subsided, and then turned into sarcasm and sneer.

"Lu Dacai, you said that you wrote "Liweng Rhyme", that is what you wrote? Unfortunately, "Liweng Rhyme" will not belong to you from now on!"

"Yan Gongzi is trying to harm your name, and I have no choice, who made Yan Shoufu my mentor?"

"This time, I will be a favor, not only to repay the teacher, but also to ruin your reputation, no! We will let you die in public, and there will be no grievances!"

Cao Shibian laughed evilly, and then held his official seal and sent a letter to the Yan family.

After a long time, the official seal was shaken and received a reply from the Yan family.

After reading the letter, Cao Shi sent another letter to the Lu family.

After a long time, Lu Qishan, the head of the Lu family, replied: "Brother Cao is really smart, since this is the case, let Lu Wenjie become the author of "Liweng Rhyme"!"

Seeing this, the smile on Cao Shibian's face became more and more intense: "He is worthy of being the first scribe in Suzhou, and he can actually come up with such a clever plan to let Lu Wenjie release this book as the author of "Liweng Rhyme", Lu Ming will definitely make a big fuss in the Academy of Literature, as long as Lu Wenjie does not admit it, Lu Ming will not be able to help him!"

"Haha...... Moreover, if Lu Ming can prove that he is the original author of "Liweng Rhyme", the person who will be punished must be Lu Wenjie, and the Yan family will not be involved in any case. ”

And Lu Qishan will definitely hide this secret and obey the Yan family, it's ridiculous that this Lu Qishan, short-sighted and unambitious, actually agreed directly, haha...... When the Yan family annexes the Lu family, then the entire Shaoming Mansion will be our world!"

Cao Shi couldn't help laughing, his face full of pride.

"Lu Ming, thank you for giving me this opportunity, when this matter is done, my teacher will definitely reuse me!"

......

On the shore of the East China Sea, south of Mount Tai.

There is an upside-down mountain, the tip of the mountain is down into the ground, and on the top of the mountain stands countless pavilions, cranes fly together, and the clouds and mist are shrouded, like a fairyland.

This is the famous inverted peak mountain, Confucius's Qufu Academy was built on it, since the death of Confucius, Qufu Academy was renamed the Holy Academy, with the supreme Confucian status.

In a room full of articles in the Holy Courtyard, a middle-aged Confucian scholar and an elderly Confucian student were sitting together and discussing, and the articles on the table were from the Seven Kingdoms.

At this time, a clerk walked in with a stack of papers, carefully placed it on the table, and then saluted the two Confucian scholars: "This is a poetry article recommended by the states of the Liang Kingdom, please look at the two Confucian scholars." ”

"I know, you go down", the old Confucian said slowly.

"Yes. The clerk respectfully withdrew.

The old Confucian waved his sleeves, and a breeze suddenly blew in the void, rolling up the paper on the table.

Some of the papers shimmered and jumped, and naturally returned to the table, while the rest of the paper fell to the other side.

"Eh, that's ......."

The old Confucian looked up and found that the top piece of paper was just vibrant, exuding a golden light.

"There is such a strong talent, it is ......"

The old Confucian had some speculation in his heart, and waved over there, and the piece of paper immediately flew into his hand and began to read the poem.

After a while, the old Confucian clapped the case: "Good! good!"

The old Confucian suddenly said three "good" words, which suddenly made the middle-aged Confucian look shocked, because when the old Confucian took a fancy to the literary poems, he usually only said one "good" word, but now he said three in a row, which shows that there is a major discovery.

"Why are you so surprised today?"

"I really didn't expect that there are still people who can write Zhenguo poems today!"

"Zhenguo poem?"

The middle-aged Confucian student's face was shocked, he immediately took the paper and looked at it, and said in surprise after a while: "It's actually a travel poem! Many scholars write travel poems at most, but the travel poems written by this scholar named 'Lu Ming' can reach Zhenguo, which is definitely a precedent for travel poems." ”

The old Confucian said: "Yes! I thought that the person who wrote this poem should be a talented scholar, but I didn't expect that it was actually a scholar, and this person will become a scholar in the future, or even a Confucian student!"

"Scholar?"

The middle-aged Confucian looked down at the introduction, and sure enough, Lu Ming's current position was written on it, and his face was surprised and happy: "It's actually still a heaven-given literary position, and it's really a rare genius in a century!

The old Confucian nodded: "Well, this poem will not only be on the "Holy Dao", but also the headline of next month. ”

"The headlines? are amazing! It's amazing! Tsk! The headlines of travel poems are absolutely unprecedented!"

"This travel poem has a great tone, few people will write their own ambitions in the travel poem, and it is really rare to have such ambitions at such a young age. ”

The old Confucian suddenly shook his head helplessly: "Travel poems can town, hey...... It seems that we are all old, and it is really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves!"

"Huh...... Scholars just have to keep improving. ", the middle-aged Confucian smiled.

......

Two days later, the Fuwen Academy ended the enrollment period and officially started classes.

There are many courses in the Fuwen Academy, "Poems", "Books", "Rites", "Music", "Yi" and "Spring and Autumn" are all compulsory courses, and in addition, you must be proficient in the five shots, which are the white arrow, the Shen Lian, the Yan Note, the Xiang Ruler, and the Jingyi.

White arrow, the arrow pierces the target and the arrow is white, indicating that the arrow is accurate and powerful.

Participate in the connection, put a arrow in front, and the last three arrows go in a row, and the arrows belong to each other, if the beads are connected.

It is said that the arrow is sick, the aiming time is short, and the arrow is released and hit.

Xiang ruler, the minister and the king shoot, the minister and the king stand side by side, let the king retreat one foot.

The well, the four vectors are coherent, and they are all in the right direction.

There is also a calligraphy class that requires students to practice their characters well.

Wang Xizhi, who is known as the "Saint of Calligraphy", borrowed the "Lanting Collection Preface" to seal the semi-saint, second to the sub-saint, so since Wang Xizhi was canonized, the Holy Academy has required every reader to practice calligraphy.

Through the cultivation of calligraphy, readers can cultivate their minds, and every time they celebrate the New Year, readers will also have the habit of writing Spring Festival couplets, so the readers in the Holy Forest Continent must write well, otherwise they will be laughed at by everyone.

Wang Xianzhi, the son of a scholar, has been learning calligraphy since he was a child, and this allusion has always inspired every reader.

The gentleman in the first class of the East Branch is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a dark blue Hanlin robe, and he is a well-known Hanlin, known as Mr. Ouyang.

At this time, it was the class of five shots, Mr. Ouyang led a class of students to the shooting range, and said to everyone: "Five shots is one of the six arts of a gentleman, and it is also a compulsory course for every reader. ”

After finishing speaking, Mr. Ouyang took the bow in one hand and the arrow in the other, and put it on at a very fast speed, and the whole bow was directly pulled by him to almost a "full moon".

"That's a lot of strength!", everyone thought to themselves.

"Whew!"

The arrow departed from the string, as fast as lightning, turned into a flash of cold light, and after just a breath, it shot a target a hundred steps away, hitting the red heart.

"Good!", the crowd applauded fiercely.

"It's actually a hundred-step flying arrow!Mr.'s five-shot attack is definitely not simple, if you go to the battlefield, I'm afraid you can also kill the East Demon and Zhu Nanyi!"

"Just kidding! Scholars can kill the enemy with poetry or punch lines, and use bows and arrows, isn't it far-fetched!"

"That's right!"

Lu Ming nodded silently, agreeing with this point of view, after all, a scholar is not an archer.

"Hmph, isn't it just archery, I don't think there's anything special!", Qin Xu sneered disdainfully.

"It's easy to say, if you have the ability, you can try it first!", said one of them.

"I'll come, I'll come!"

As he spoke, Qin Xu picked up his bow and arrow and walked a hundred steps away from the target.

"He also wants to fly arrows in a hundred steps, what a joke! Who does he think he is!", Yan Weiqing on the side sneered.

"That's right, I think with Qin Xu's strength, it can only be fifty steps at most, and a hundred steps is absolutely impossible!"

"Oh, do you really think so?", Qin Xu asked.

"That's right, that's it!", Yan Weiqing clasped his hands.

"I'm short-sighted, I really don't know how you do it. ”

Qin Xu sneered, and at a very fast speed, he took the arrow, pulled the bow, and opened the string.

"Whew!"

was in the bull's-eye a hundred meters away, and immediately afterward, Qin Xu quickly wound up the arrow, just aiming slightly before opening the bow.

The three sounds of "sigh" started with three sounds, and the three arrows hit one after another, and the whole action was smooth and smooth.

"This ......", Yan Weiqing's face sank.

"Four arrows are coherent, Qin Xu, this guy has actually reached the level of Jingyi, amazing!"

"There are two hits!", Mr. Ouyang put his hands behind his back and nodded silently,

Qin Xu raised his head slightly, "I have been practicing martial arts with my father since I was a child, and I have long been proficient in Wuji, if someone is not convinced, you can come and teach me at any time." ”

"Hmph, what are you proud of!", Yan Weiqing's eyes were cold.

"Brother Yan, don't pay attention to this arrogant guy, let's practice while we go!"