Su Yi calmed down, entered the training ground, and found that a large amount of gold dust fell from the sky, condensed into a wooden frame at the right foot of the self-statue, on which hung a one-person-high bronze bell, and the surface was engraved with the poem that Su Yi had recited earlier. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Su Yi took out a wisp of his mind and hit the morning bell, but he didn't have the slightest reaction, and suddenly remembered that the morning bell was only effective when it rang in the early morning, so he had to withdraw from the training ground.

When he opened his eyes, Su Yi found that everyone in the room was staring at him nervously, and smiled helplessly.

"How's it going?, has the morning bell been formed?" Jiang You, who was at the same table, couldn't wait to ask.

"Living up to expectations. Su Yi smiled and nodded.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their faces were filled with twelve points of joy, and they were happy for Su Yi from the bottom of their hearts.

"Nephew Su Xian, you haven't learned to hide the sword in your smile yet, and the power you accumulate when you ring the bell every morning will gradually drain away, and you can only keep about thirty percent, but you don't know when you will be admitted to the samurai, if you can ring the bell every day and accumulate considerable strength before that, your first time you will have the power of hiding the knife in your smile! The Imperial Court admonished.

Su Yi nodded, Jiang You heard this, and he felt even more excited, so he got up directly and said, "Su Shichou, I implore, when you learn to hide a knife in your smile in the future, please be sure to use the first knife to contribute to the human race!"

"Okay! When I start with a sword hidden in my smile, I will definitely take a high-level barbarian sacrifice flag!"

Hearing Su Yi's assurance, everyone present thundered.

Su Yi asked curiously: "With the morning bell, is there still a dusk drum?"

"You guessed right. The Imperial Priest nodded, "The Twilight Drum can only be created when it forms the spectacle of 'One Drum Strength', and the sound of the Twilight Drum every evening can accumulate morale due to the quality of the Twilight Drum, but this is also a one-time thing, after a battle, the morale accumulated by the Twilight Drum will disappear whether it is used or not." ”

"Isn't it more useful to build up morale at dusk than to raise the morning bell with a sword in your smile? Jiang You asked.

"How can it be so simple, a drum of wonder will only appear when the army is decisive, not a personal force can be triggered, so the shaping of the twilight drum is much more difficult than the morning bell; listen to the old Yuanrong guess that when a person gathers the morning bell and the twilight drum, it will cause a greater spectacle, but the morning bell is the main love, the twilight drum is the main killing, the love stops killing, killing ruthlessly, it is difficult for a person to have both, so no one has ever created the morning bell and the twilight drum at the same time for thousands of years, so no one knows what kind of spectacle will be caused. The Imperial Court said.

Hearing this, everyone was full of concern.

"Fish is what I want, and bear's paws are also what I want; you can't have both, and you can't have both, and you can give up fish and take bear's paws." The elder directly quoted the famous sentence of "Mencius and Gaozi I" to comfort everyone, which eased the atmosphere a little.

Afterwards, several scholars lowered their heads and carefully tasted the poems written by Su Yi earlier, and their faces were as intoxicated as if they had tasted old wine.

One of them said: "Let's not talk about the morning bell and the dusk drum, let's talk about this poem! This poem is free and open-minded once in a century, and it is also extraordinary, and it will definitely be entered into the "Chinese Studies"! Su Shichou, you might as well title this poem, right?"

"This poem was written by me to relieve the boredom in my heart and entertain myself, so I call it 'self-dispatch'. Su Yi smiled.

"Self-deferred...... Yes, the title is poetic, it's a good name!"

"What is "National Studies", Su Yi asked.

The elder replied: "The book "Chinese Studies" is a serialized classic compiled by the National Academy of Sciences' Feiwen Pavilion, and a volume is issued every year, which includes excellent poetry and articles, hundreds of classics, technical crafts and so on in the past year, which is a rare collection. ”

"A magazine of Chinese culture that publishes one volume a year?" Su Yi thought to herself.

"I remember that more than 800 copies of 'Chinese Studies' have been distributed, right?" asked one person.

"That's right, the first volume includes "Lisao" by the sage Qu Yuan, which is extremely classic!"

Su Yi thought that Qu Yuan lived in the Warring States Period, which was about 800 years ago, that is to say, "Guoxue" began to be published at that time, but papermaking had not been invented at that time, so the first volume of "Guoxue" only included "Lisao", and the bamboo slips were complicated, so the circulation was also very small, and almost every volume was an heirloom of the Jiangmen family.

"And another volume will be released in March this year, hehe, Su Shiqiao first tried to make ambitious poems in the county, and then wrote "Drunken Death War" in the subsequent celebration banquet to form a military text, and now this "Self-Dispatch" has formed a favorite spectacle, and it is also a classic poem, and it will inevitably be on the "National Studies"!"

"That's right, after the release of "Chinese Studies" next month, Su Shichou will definitely go down in history! Outsiders always laugh at me that all the people in Sushui County have no ink in their chests, and no one has been on "National Studies" for thousands of years, and now they can finally raise their eyebrows!"

"But I heard that "Chinese Studies" was finalized and copied a month before it was released, and the three poems written by Su Shiqiu were all in February, I'm afraid I can't catch up with this volume, right?"

Hearing this, everyone was silent.

Another person said, "If you don't make this book this year, you will definitely be able to do it next year!"

Everyone laughed and said yes.

"My generation is determined to kill barbarians, and to talk about heroes with military merits, it is naturally a good thing that Su Xian's nephew's three poems are on "National Studies", but even if you can't get it, you don't need to be guilty of it. ”

"That's what the county lord said. ”

The affairs of the Huangfu Yuan pressed the tiger talisman with his hand, connected his mind to the Wu Temple, and said: "In short, Su Xian's nephew has made such a strange poem that is enough to be recited for thousands of years, whether it can be published in this volume of "National Studies" or not, I will definitely submit it to the Feiwen Pavilion of the National Academy as soon as possible." ”

After that, the affairs of the Imperial Fu Courtyard separated a wisp of mind, turned into hundreds of words, and sent them to the review room of Feiwen Pavilion through the dragon vein channel.

Almost at the same time, an article appeared on the examiner's desk, on which was written the poem "Self-Dispatch" that Su Yi had just written, and the background of the poem's creation.

Curious, the reviewer picked it up and looked at it, his eyes lit up, and he hurried to the compilation room with the poem in hand.

Several of the compilers were arguing in the room.

"This last position of "National Studies" must be given to Luo Jialuo Yiran's "Persuasion of Weng Learning"!"

"Must? Is this compilation room your own decision?" One person sneered, "This article written by Luo Yiran is not talented on the one hand, and the truth is shallow, what qualifications do you have to be on the "National Studies"? In my opinion, the "Killing Barbarian Strategy" written by the old lady Qian of Pingman County is thousands of times better!"

"What Brother Liu said is not right, although Mrs. Qian's poems are excellent and ambitious, but the whole text is full of murderous spirit, like enemies meeting and scolding each other's mothers, I am afraid that this blood will stain the page of "Chinese Studies"!" said a middle-aged man, "I think the "Youyou Peasant Song" written by Lu Yu'an in Jingzhou is the most catchy, and the pastoral scenery jumps in front of me." ”

"No, no, no, I think it's still ......"

Because the last few psalms were so good, the compilers had been arguing from the evening to the end of the day, and they still did not come up with a result.

An old man sitting at the head opened his eyes slightly, and sighed secretly.

At this time, an examiner stumbled into the compilation room, and while raising the page of poetry in his hand, he shouted with a red face: "Su Shiqiao has a new poem again!"

Everyone present was shocked.

"Wouldn't it? Su Shicai already has two poems that will be featured in "National Studies", and it has only been a few days since the county exam, and there are new poems?" said one person in surprise.

"Take it and take a look!"

One person hurriedly snatched the page of the poem from the examiner's hand, lowered his head to read it, and immediately applauded!

"Good poetry!"

When everyone saw this reaction, they were even more curious, and they got up one after another and came over, and when they looked at the page of the poem, their faces immediately flushed!

"There is wine today, and there is drunkness today...... Okay!Okay! This sentence alone is enough to be passed down through the ages!" An old man excitedly ripped off a strand of white beard.

"This sentence seems to really make my mouth smell of wine, and the depressed mood that I had been arguing about the finalization of the draft has suddenly cleared!"

"I have read countless poems in my life, and the first two poems of Su Shichou seem to have everyone's style, and the open-mindedness in this poem is almost at its peak, which is really the only one I have seen in my life!"

"The free and easy feeling in this poem jumps on the paper, and it is indeed a superior poem! And it is not inferior to the two poems "Determination" and "Drunken Death Battle" written by Su Shichou before, which can be regarded as classics, and can be used in "Chinese Studies"!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

"Then let this poem be on the "National Studies" together with Su Shichou's first two poems?" said one person tentatively.

One of them said, "Isn't this very good?" Each volume of "National Studies", a person can only have two works included in it at the same time, which has always been the case, and if you want to read three poems by the same person at a time, I am afraid that the rules will be broken." ”

"What's so good or bad, the restrictions of the two works were originally imposed by later generations, and the ancestor who founded Feiwen Pavilion has never set such rules. One pouted.

"And Su Shicuo won the Ten Chips through the ages, and I heard that he broke the two-star martial arts myth of the Hanmen Shu clan before, and it is no longer a rule that can bind him. ”

"I don't think it's right to let Su Shichou's three poems be published in "National Studies", once released, I am afraid that readers will say that we are abusing power for personal gain. ”

"What do you think, Lord Editor-in-Chief?"

Everyone turned their attention to the old man sitting at the top, Ruan Van Hai, who was more than 100 years old and the most knowledgeable person in the audience, and his position was the chief editor, referred to as "editor-in-chief".

Editor-in-chief Ruan took the page of poetry handed over by one person, read it for a long time, and everyone was anxious and hurriedly asked him to evaluate it.

I saw that the editor-in-chief Ruan was silent for a long time, and suddenly stood up and read in his mouth: "Good poem!"

Then, Editor-in-Chief Ruan closed his eyes again, shook his head, as if he was carefully reading the charm of the poem, for a long time, smiled and nodded, and said: "Good poem!"

This good poem dragged on for a long time, as if with an infinite aftertaste, and everyone looked at each other, thinking: "What about the comments?"

In the end, the editor-in-chief Ruan seemed to be disgusted, stared carefully at the page of poetry in his hand for a long time, exhaled a long breath, and said again: "Good poem!"

Everyone's hearts are in their hearts, the editor-in-chief Ruan is full of poetry and books, and the words in his heart can be turned into the ocean, and he has been the editor-in-chief of Feiwenge for more than 40 years, but he has never shown such an expression, let alone praised a poem three times "good poem".

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(ps: The last episode comes from the allusion of "Three Good Teas" by the tea saint Lu Yu, interested comrades-in-arms can check it out, and maybe the "Book of Tea" will also be used in this book in the future~ In addition, there will be two more today, ask for a recommendation vote~)