The second level of the poetry competition is arranged on the ninth floor of the Packer Horse Tower, which is an architectural design that cannot be ignored with a height of the Packa Horse Tower, the height of the first floor is about seven feet, and the ladder is made of solid cedar wood.

Before they reached the fifth floor, two or three students were panting, and their speed slowed down all of a sudden, dragging them behind, while Chen Jianchen, who was originally at the end, overtook them step by step without hesitation.

"Today's competition, why do you have to arrange it in the pack mata?

"Who knows how they arranged it?"

"I heard that the idea came from Mr. Yokoqu. ”

"Mr. Hengqu, who has always been known for his strictness, is a new scholar?"

"Not really. ”

When Mr. Hengqu's name was mentioned, everyone immediately stopped talking and did not dare to criticize again. It seemed that a serious master suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, upright and solemn, and the momentum was overwhelming.

Chen Jianchen has heard about Mr. Hengqu and knows that he is the leading Confucian in the literary circle of Zhejiang and the dean of Kaitai College.

The position of the dean of Kaitai College is different from the position of the dean of Minghua Academy, and the people who can sit on it are by no means idle people. This Mr. Hengqu surnamed Zhang, the name "Tong" character "three changes", he was forty years old high school champion, and he became a scholar of Hanlin Academy when he was the highest. However, due to his xìng Gejī Jin, which was inconsistent with the imperial decree, he was not appreciated by the emperor, so when he was sixty-five years old, he automatically wrote a letter to the old man and returned to his hometown, returned to his hometown of Zhezhou, and served as the dean of Kaitai Academy, concentrating on educating people.

Mr. Hengqu is a typical doer, strict with others, but also strict with himself, and the education policy he advocated is also quite different from the current situation, one of which is to require students not only to study to the death, but also to take care of physical exercise. In the rules of Kaitai College, there are relevant regulations that require students to practice "Five Fowl Opera" every day.

Not only that, but he also put forward the theory of "applying the scriptures and practicing etiquette", as well as the ethical thought of "the people and the people", opposing empty talk of metaphysics, and more clearly expressing his position against the Buddha.

Mr. Hengqu is very knowledgeable, faintly self-contained, and his name is Xinxue.

It's just that this new school has not been valued by the imperial court, and it is often attacked by other Confucian schools: it is said that a scholar is a scholar, and a scholar should have the dignity of a scholar, so why should he practice martial arts?

Practicing martial arts, that belongs to the martial arts, and the courage of the husband is not enough to mention: because Mr. Hengqu's "General Practice" advocates that readers focus on knowledge and practice, they should participate more in the craft industry and apply what they have learned. It provoked even more fierce attacks, saying that these theories were simply "misleading", you must know that in the Tiantong Dynasty, the identity of craftsmen belonged to the "lower people", and scholars generally looked down upon: how could they surrender their identities and get mixed with them?

It's just nonsense.

When he came to Kaitai Academy, Chen Jianchen heard many rumors about Mr. Hengqu and admired him very much, and from his standpoint, the other party's ideas were extremely wise and far-sighted, and there were many things that coincided with the theories of his previous life, and he was full of insight.

Chen Jianchen had also seen Mr. Hengqu from afar, he was a middle-sized old man, dressed plainly, with three long wisps of beard, and a long whisk in front of Xiōng, his roots were snow-white, and he looked a bit like a handful of dust. However, there is a huge disparity in their identities, but they can't talk about it.

From this, Chen Jianchen probably also knows why Mr. Hengqu arranged the place for the poetry competition on this tower, in addition to asking the students to climb the height and practice, I am afraid that it will have something to do with the origin of the tower itself.

Chen Jianchen walked fast, and it didn't take much time to reach the ninth floor, and halfway through, Zheng Shuliang and the others saw that they were overtaken by him, and immediately gritted their teeth unconvinced and sped up. It's a pity that no matter how hard they try, they can only fall behind in the end. I could only comfort myself in my heart: Chen Jianchen was born in the mountains, and he must have done a lot of rough work since he was a child, so he has such physical strength. In a word, Yamano Xiu is

...... ，

The master surnamed Zhang, who was sitting on the ninth floor, was sitting on a chair at this time, looking at the ten people who came up in turn, his eyes swept away, and his brows couldn't help frowning: he thought that there would be about twenty representatives of the students who came up, and it seemed that a lot of them were eliminated in the first level, so he coughed lightly at the moment, stood up, connected his fingers, pointed to the first five people who came to the tower, and said, "You guys, you can go up to the top of the tower." ”

One pointed to the back five: "You guys, you can go down." ”

"What?"

"What's going on?"

"What kind of fame?"

Everyone climbed up to the ninth floor, and the sweat was too late to wipe it, and they were worried that they would not be able to concentrate on the exam when they heard the judges say that whoever passed the test and who was eliminated was like a dull stick on the head, and they didn't have time to react at all, but their faces were full of astonishment and solidified on their faces, and they looked at each other.

The five people who were named and approved by Zhang Fuzi were except for Chen Jianchen and Zheng Shuliang.

Only Mo Yuan was shortlisted... The remaining two are all student representatives from Kaitai College.

"Master, the student dares to ask, what the hell is going on, why don't you judge the result by comparing the poems?"

Chenyi stepped out and asked loudly.

Not to mention him, even Chen Jianchen felt that this matter had developed to this extent, it was too embarrassing.

In other words, the whole process of the so-called "World's No. 1 Talent Competition" has a sense of non-conformity.

Master Zhang spread his hands: "This is the rule of my level, the first five people to go up directly pass the level, as for the lagging ones, they can only go down Don't ask me, this rule is set by Mr. Hengqu." "Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Chenyi was angry, I really didn't expect that there would be such a ridiculous competition rule, they were here to compare talents, not to compare anyone's footsteps.

Master Zhang also said a little helplessly: "If you are dissatisfied, you can go back to the academy directly to find Mr. Hengqu to protest." But for now, you'd better go down first. ”

"I will definitely make this matter public, hmph! If such a rule spreads, Kaitai Academy will definitely become the laughing stock of the world!"

Those who go down go down, and those who go up go up of course continue to go up.

After all the students left, Master Zhang sat back on the chair and said with a wry smile: "Zhang Sanchang, Zhang Sanchang, you have to be angry with the saint, but you shouldn't pull us into the water, why bother?"

The five people who didn't say it felt wronged and aggrieved, and even the five people who went up were confused, and they had a sense of ridicule.

When Mo Yuan saw Zheng Shuliang's thoughtful expression, his heart moved, he hugged his fists, and asked, "Brother Zheng, what do you know about this matter?"

Zheng Shuliang smiled: "Mr. Hengqu is a unique way and is famous for his peculiar style, even if such rules are formulated, there is nothing strange about it." Mo looked at his god from afar and knew that he had something to hide.

Mo Yuan is not a stupid person, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he thought of something, thinking that it was likely to involve the battle above the temple, he was suddenly silent, and he didn't dare to ask more. It's an eventful time now, and it's better not to ask what you shouldn't ask. He has also heard a lot about the political discord between the Xinxue and the imperial court represented by Mr. Hengqu.

It can be inferred from this: the 300th anniversary of the establishment of Kaitai College was originally a major event, but the holding of this "world's first talent competition" with great fanfare, coupled with the plaque given by the Holy Emperor today, is of high standard, which is really rare in a hundred years.

It's not easy!

Kaitai College, backyard, winding path leading to secluded, there is a small Qingtao building.

This building, the name of the building: Mr. Building, is the residence of Mr. Hengqu, the president of Kaitai College. At this time, Mr. Hengqu was meeting guests in the hall.

If you say it's a guest, you should actually say it's a student.

Back then, Feng Niange had studied Shiwen with Mr. Hengqu for three years: "Sir, you have already read the Holy Decree, and I hope Mr. will think twice." ”

Mr. Hengqu's face was awe-inspiring: "Reciting the song, today's saint is young, his blood is strong, and he will inevitably have lofty ambitions, and he wants to create a grand cause." However, the speed is not reached, and in this way, it will be taken advantage of by jiān, causing all kinds of disasters to happen to the country and the people. What do I do when I read the books of the sages? I must not go with the same stream and see the wind to make the rudder. ”

Feng Nian's song face changed: "Sir, those who know the times are Junjie." ”

Mr. Hengqu was expressionless: "I am not a handsome man, just a scholar." Reading the song, after tomorrow, the old man will naturally resign from the position of the president of Kaitai Academy, so that those above can rest assured. Feng Niange said regretfully: "Why should Mr. be like this? In fact, the saint still admires Mr. Scholar's knowledge, and he wanted to invite Mr. to Beijing a few years ago to participate in the Dharma Propagation and Zen Discourse." ”

Hearing this, Mr. Hengqu laughed: "I don't practice meditation, how can I talk about words? Anyway, I just want to say that the Holy Lord wants to take advantage of the 300th anniversary of the founding of Kaitai Academy to hold this so-called genius first talent competition, the intention is far-reaching, I understand." But since I am the dean, everything must be set by me, and there is no room for negotiation. As for who gets the title of "the world's first talent" in the end, it will depend on their ability. ”

Feng Niangge saw that he was resolute and had no room for maneuver, so he raised his nose and left.

In the hall, thinking of the content of the Holy Lord's edict, Mr. Hengqu was still angry, and suddenly shouted: "Pen and ink are waiting!"

Immediately, a scholar came out and spread out the four treasures of the study on the bookcase, grinding the thick ink. Mr. Hengqu picked up the pen and ink, and wrote on the paper with a brush, eight big characters: "If you don't know, you don't know, you don't know!"