When Yue Heng really re-talked about "Prodigy Poems", the literati who heard this poem for the first time were all surprised and inexplicable, and they were overjoyed in their hearts, thinking that it was the first time they heard a long poem that completely praised the reader's resonance.

Only the Ministry of Culture of the Chu State and the few old men in the knowledge of the Chu State Academy Palace looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

"Lord Fang, this poem is not ...... back then," an old man asked carefully in the ear of Fang Shangshu of the Ministry of Culture.

Fang Shangshu smiled bitterly: "Who else is there besides him?" Although it was not the old man who was on duty back then, but now that I think about it, even if the old man was on duty, when I heard this article, I would definitely give the end of the ban......

The old man shook his head and sighed: "Also, the "Prodigy Poem" made by a third-level bachelor and the "Prodigy Poem" made by an eighth-level master are handed over to outsiders for judgment, and the conclusion is probably completely different. ”

Fang Shangshu sighed: "Cheng Ye, ordinary people rarely judge an article by really understanding its meaning, understanding its heart, and understanding its feelings, most of them consider the author's title, I have to say that it is really a irony." Only the gods of Fuxi judged impartially, and this article resonated back then, and now it is no exception. It's a pity that today is not the first work.,I have regrets when I have time.,But I can't go back......"

Fang Shangshu knew very well in his heart that this black history of the Ministry of Culture of Chu State was probably one of the important reasons for Yue Heng's dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Culture, and it was the practice of the Ministry of Culture to wave the flag and shout for interest groups, and this kind of rotten system of the Ministry of Culture could not be changed for a day, and Yue Heng would not sincerely join the Ministry of Culture for a day.

On the pulpit, Yue Heng finished speaking a small part of "Prodigy Poems", looked at Mengtong and his parents and said: "Every Mengtong's talent is different. There are people whose body balance and explosiveness are amazing. Some people are sensitive to poetry and songs. Some people have strong thinking and creative ability with others, and some people are quite talented in mental perception and control.

My students must be able to resonate with my heart, so today's school palace is open, just a preliminary selection of suitable Mengtong, if it is not with me, please don't complain, Li Tong Academy and the school palace There are other lecturers and colleagues, they are also rare masters of education in Chu State. Each Mengtong will be assigned to a suitable class, and Yue will often share his experience in educating people with his colleagues. ”

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

"Even if we lose, we won't complain!"

"It is very rare for Yue Zhangjiao to put down his body to teach us children, and no one dares to talk about Yue Zhangjiao!"

"Everything is still up to Sect Yue to decide!"

Parents expressed their attitudes one after another, even if they had some regrets in their hearts, but Yue Heng explained the situation, how could they dare to force each other?

Yue Heng breathed a sigh of relief, and Chen Zhenchu also put down a stone in his heart, this was a happy situation.

Yue Heng said: "Then next." Please listen patiently, I will recite a set of mantras. Let's see how many you can write down!"

The Meng Tong present all sat up straight obediently, staring intently at Yue Heng on the pulpit.

Together with his colleagues and lecturers, they all widened their eyes and pricked up their ears, not daring to miss every word Yue Heng said.

Yue Heng lowered his speed of speech and said slowly: "The clouds are against the rain, the snow is against the wind, and the evening shines against the clear sky. Laihong is against the swallow, and the bird is against the songworm. Three-foot sword, six-jun bow, Lingbei to Jiangdong. The summer palace in the world, the wide cold palace in the sky. On both sides of the strait, the smoke and willows are green, and the spring rain in a garden is red. Two sideburns wind and frost, the morning of the journey, a cloud of smoke and rain, the night fishing by the stream. ”

This long paragraph is taken from the enduring poetry enlightenment textbook "Music and Rhythm Enlightenment", written by the Qing Dynasty Renche Wanyu, divided into single word pairs, double word pairs, three-character pairs, five-character pairs, seven-character pairs, eleven character pairs, sound and rhyme coordination, catchy, is an excellent Mengtong training book.

Many of the three hundred Mengtong began to learn to read and write at the age of three or four, and they were dedicated to taking the literati route, and most of these Mengtongs suddenly realized and wrote down what they said after hearing Yue Heng's deliberate slow explanation.

More Mengtong is ignorant, there are countless homophonic and polyphonic words in the Zhongyuan world, and they have not been systematically trained, so I am afraid that they can't even understand what they hear, so they have to memorize the pronunciation by rote in order to be selected by Master Yue.

It was not Meng Tong who was most shocked, but those fellow lecturers and literati of the Ministry of Education.

"Poetry can be written like this!" A fourth-level Confucian scholar was dumbfounded, this person was already in his sixties, and he had long lost the motivation to rise in literary rank, because his poetry level could not be improved, and he could only rely on a little military merit to slowly become a fourth-level Confucian scholar.

"I feel...... The past 20 years have been in vain!" a lecturer at Lai Tong College in his thirties was full of regret.

"Why do I feel faintly sad? Why didn't Yue Zhangjiao be born thirty years early? If I could have worshiped Yue Zhangjiao as a teacher thirty years ago, how could I be a fifth-level scholar today? It is not difficult to be a seventh-level scholar!" A poetry lecturer in the Chu State Academy had a sad face.

"Think about what I've taught over the years, that's it, I'll resign as a lecturer and live in seclusion in the countryside......" An old scholar was quite shocked, he had taught poetry for thirty years, maybe in small places more detailed than Yue Heng said, but like Yue Heng summed up in large paragraphs, and it was catchy, he asked himself if he could do it.

Chen Zhenchu, the sixth-level auxiliary hall of the Chu State School Palace, was silent, and waited for Yue Heng to finish reciting the three sets of mantras, and after stopping, he muttered: "This is the best way to teach Mengtong, if this article is full of it, it will definitely resonate with the stars, the temple will be enshrined, the world will sing, and Yue Zhangjiao will become the teacher of Mengtong in the world!"

Fang Shangshu stood aside, not feeling that what Chen Zhenchu said was too exaggerated, he sighed: "What Master Chen said is extremely true, in less than ten years, the number of Mengtong who have embarked on the path of literati because of this precept will be ten times that of now!"

"The people of the world follow their teachers!"

"Not an exaggeration!"

Parents and a small number of literati only think that this mantra is easy to remember and catchy, and they can't see the deeper meaning.

Only colleagues who have been teaching for a long time know the significance of this mantra.

All this that Yue Heng has done will definitely revitalize the literati, the Chu State, and the human race!

The resonance vision around Yue Heng looms, this is because "Music and Rhythm Enlightenment" is not complete, he said three groups, and there are close to three hundred words, so that the children who are just five or six years old can memorize, which is already rare.

The three hundred Mengtong have different expressions, their expressions are particularly cute, some are looking at the sky with their cheeks puffed up, some are chattering with their eyes closed, some are constantly scratching their heads and racking their brains to think, some are shaking their heads and reciting words, some close their eyes and drool, and they actually fell asleep!

Yue Heng has his own method of selection, his divine sense has already covered the entire Meng Tong body, and those children have a sense of his explanation, and he can understand it. (To be continued.) )