The capital, at the feet of the emperor, of course, is singing and dancing, and it is hot.

Soon after, the day of the World Poetry Club, which lasts for a month, will be announced.

The flow of people from all directions converges into the capital, and the inns and teahouses in the inner and outer cities, and the Goulan Washe are all overcrowded.

Syllable!

With a startled slap on the storyteller's desk, he began to spit and tell the story.

"The saint invites the world to enjoy the magnificent scenery of the capital and create poems for the ages.

You can all know that there are so many people and writers in the world, but there are very few who can stand out in this poetry meeting.

Old man, I'm going to talk about those Confucian and Taoist geniuses for the big guys today. ”

The old storyteller said this, holding the teacup and moistening his throat unhurriedly.

"Harm, this old man can't open the gold mouth if he doesn't see the coin!"

The audience in the audience is familiar with this routine, those who have money have a hot field, and those who have no money have a hot field.

The atmosphere of the teahouse was immediately warm.

The old man smiled, and instead of going straight to the topic, he asked:

"Do you know how the old man judges the genius of Confucianism and Taoism?"

Someone in the audience praised: "Naturally, it is age, cultivation, and fame." ”

"Yes, but there is another one - that is, whether there is a heritage poem in the pen!"

After the old man finished speaking, the audience shouted: "This standard is too high." ”

Haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run? Inheritance poems are so easy to make.

"Do you know who is the author of the White Inheritance Poem of Bai Lanxuan and the Purple Inheritance Poem of Mirror Lake?"

"Isn't it the work of some Master of the Holy Courtyard?"

Everyone had seen the vision of a huge purple vortex hovering over the capital.

But there were too many poems that followed, and who wrote them didn't spread.

At the railing of the teahouse, Li Mengsheng drank tea quietly alone.

The main reason is that the life of the prince is too simple and unpretentious, so he drinks tea, listens to music, tastes wine, and pets foxes.... Nothing more.

Now Daji is still asleep, he is not used to it at all, and always wants to masturbate something.

Now when I came out for a walk, I didn't expect to hear the book on my head, just like eating melons and eating my own, there was a different kind of excitement.

So he dismissed the plan to go to the hook bar to listen to the music.

It doesn't matter if you listen to books or not, the main thing is that you like to drink tea.

The old man shook his head and said:

"The poet is dressed in white and fluttering, and his waist is tied with a small jade pot, and he is graceful.

There is no cultivation, and I have never heard of being admitted to the hospital to study, but the first poem has been eternal.

He even improvised and wrote, "The sunset is infinitely good, but the purple inheritance poem near dusk alarmed the Confucianism of the Holy Academy." ”

This person is none other than the prince of Beiyuan, Li Mengsheng! ”

The tea guests exclaimed that it was impossible: it contained the impossibility of the son of the world to write a heritage poem and the impossibility of such a poetic talent.

The combination of the two is even more impossible! That's what the old man wants.

"Therefore, the prince is one of the people who are expected to win the laurels in this poetry meeting."

The atmosphere at the scene exploded directly-

Smack-

The startled wood suppressed the voices of the crowd, and the old man began to get down to business:

"In addition to the dark horse prince who has emerged, there are three categories of Confucian and Taoist geniuses in the world."

"Those three?"

"One is the Tianjiao of the Holy Academy, the second is the talents of various states, and the third is the descendants of the Confucian and Taoist families."

"Today's old man only talks about poetry, not about anything else."

Confucianism and Taoism contain a lot, and not all Tianjiao are good at composing poetry.

"The person who is the best at poetry in the Tianjiao of the Holy Academy, everyone is familiar with it, it is the little apprentice of the dean of Bailu - Lu Jing.

Three years ago, the seven-character quatrain of the Holy Academy's assessment shook the capital, and the scene of being rushed by the three deans to accept the apprentices is still in my heart. ”

"And the first talent in each state is the talented girl in Qingzhou.

Kyushu in the world, Qingzhou is the birthplace of Confucianism and Taoism, and the people are outstanding and spiritual, which cannot be compared with other states. ”

The other eight states are: the northernmost state of Bukwonju; the easternmost state of Dongzhou;

Liangzhou, the southernmost state, is also the most barren state; the Western Wilderness Prefecture adjacent to the Tianqiong Mountains;

Wealthy Qian State; There are also Shuzhou, Yuzhou and Wuzhou - martial arts are the most prosperous.

"The talented girl of Qingzhou is the daughter of Yibo, who was promoted to Confucianism not long ago, Eliza.

Here the old man has to say more, Eliza is not only talented, but also born with a pretty face.

The lips are red and the teeth are white, the skin is like congealed fat, slim and elegant, and it is a rare beauty embryo. ”

Everyone in the audience pursed their lips and had a deeper understanding of the reputation of Qingzhou's talented women.

After saying so much, the old man took another sip of tea to moisten his throat, which also gave the audience time to relax.

"Not all of the great Confucians in the world are willing to open academies or join the sacred institutes to teach and educate people, and not all of them come from the sacred institutes.

Therefore, there is a family of Confucianism and Taoism, who live in seclusion in the mountains and forests and enjoy a leisurely life.

All the people don't know about them, since the saint invited the world, these families also came forward, thinking that they were going to be born, and they were no longer on the side of peace.

To get back to the point, it is the Leng family sisters and brothers who are famous in the descendants of the family this time.

It is rumored that the elder sister is eighteen, Confucianism and Taoism are six grades, and the younger brother is two years younger and is a seventh-grade Confucian. ”

There was an uproar in the audience, and even Li Mengsheng was surprised, this Confucian talent was better than Eliza.

"Of course, the above is the old man's humble opinion, just for reference."

"Since ancient times, there is no first, and there is no second. The old man doesn't dare to rank himself, and they have to make a real chapter by themselves!"

Smack-

"End of book—"

As the old man's hand fell, the teahouse resounded with applause.

…………

"Two days after tomorrow, the World Poetry Conference will be held under the Haoran Tower."

"The three deans are here, and there are other great Confucian ...... It's unprecedented. ”

"With the amount of Haoran's qi as the standard, those who win the first place can enter the palace to face the saint!"

"I'm more interested in the direct admission quota of the Holy Academy......"

Some people were puzzled: "You can stand out among thousands of students, but are you still afraid of the assessment?" ”

Unexpectedly, the people around him looked at him with a caring and mentally handicapped look.

"The difficulty in the examination of the Holy House is that the questions are uncertain, varied and comprehensive.

Can you guarantee that you are omniscient? This is the advantage of the powerful born in the capital.

They have a Master who understands the assessment...... All of them accounted for half of the places.

We are waiting for the march to change the way we are assessed! ”

The man nodded ignorantly, it was indeed a little unfair.

"Isn't there going to be reform this year?"

"Then who knows what it has changed, I'm afraid it's still a prophet of the powerful."

The quota parade was suppressed, but it was not resolved, and now most of the out-of-town scholars have a breath in their hearts.

It is necessary to take advantage of the world's poetry to spit out, and to make the Confucians pay attention to their existence.

The three deans who can really promote the assessment reform are now exhausted, but the smiles are on their faces.

Zhao Ru said with a smile: "Even if the refining is over, no, this old bone will also be refined." ”

Hua Ru touched his goatee and quipped: "Do you want me to give you a needle to keep you refreshed." ”

"I'm afraid that you will send Old Man Zhao to the West with one shot. Hahaha......"

The three of them are relaxed and joke with each other.

Before, because he wanted to refine qi wholeheartedly, after coming back, Yi Bai did not inform a few people about the affairs of the capital during this time.

He coughed a few times, attracting the attention of several old urchins: "The juniors have a few things to say to the seniors......

After hearing the turmoil in the capital, the three Confucians jumped to their feet in anger.

"Is it true that the Holy Courtyard is the only three of us who are alive? Everyone is silent, and things are still developing! ”

"The seniors are angry, and the starting point of the march is also to be more fair and just.

It's the way students fight for their rights, and there's nothing wrong with that. but used by traitors......"

Ibber sighed, he couldn't remember how he had returned the student's body to their parents, and he didn't want to remember it.

Su Ru also sighed: "It's our negligence, I only considered the fairness of assessment and recruitment before, but I didn't expect that there are regional differences and background differences." ”

Whether it is the magnates of the capital or the students from other places, they are not wrong.

But how can there be a foolproof way to ensure the fairness of the world?

Several great Confucians immediately set off for the capital, and everything had to wait for the restoration of the Confucian statue before considering it.

…………

"What the fuck ——!"

A white tiger guard yawned, because he was wearing a mask, and couldn't help but rub his dry eyes.

"Shouldn't the patrol guys do the patrol vigil?

Damn, I can't sleep in the middle of the night now, and I have to be on duty tomorrow!"

Another person comforted: "You bear with it, just for two days."

I heard that Xuanwuwei also took it out and came to patrol the streets. ”

When the person who had just complained heard this, he felt a little better in his heart, so he said:

"Hey, don't you say that this poetry will be just a group of little ladies and little ministers writing and drawing, what's the danger?"

"Whatever the leader says, I will do."

"Hey, you idiot. Patrolling the streets with you is torture. ”

Ever since Wei Xian had caught the people of the Ancient Spirit Sect in Qingshan Academy, he had stepped up his patrols, day and night.

Prevention is better than prevention, if the ancient spirit sect really understands what is involved behind the poetry meeting.

"I smell blood......"

The atmosphere was tense instantly, and the two looked at each other, drew their waist knives and covered each other into the dark alley.

The oblique moonlight shone down the alley, and with the faint light, the two saw a crawling monster frantically biting at a broken corpse.

Hearing the footsteps of the two of them, the monster's head turned back sharply, and with a click, they saw the monster's face clearly.

It turned out to be a distorted human face.

"What a bad ——!"

The white tiger guard spat at the monster that was on all fours, rapidly approaching them in an eerie and incongruous posture.

"I feel it too."

The other did not refute.

Whew, two sounds—

The two waist knives slashed through the perfect curve and slashed towards the humanoid monster that flew at it.

But the monster was faster, spinning and moving in the air, easily dodging the wall of two knives.

Not only that, the moment it dodged, its five fingers instantly stretched out into bone blades, scratching the shoulders of the two of them.

"I'm a mother, it's a Gu monster on a dog day."

"I think it's weird—"

"Damn, it's so boring to fight you......"

After saying this, the two of them rushed forward, sword light and blood shadow.

In this narrow alley, three black shadows come and go.

It seems like a long time, but in fact it is only a dozen breaths.

The two of them added a few more wounds, but the Gu monster had already been cut into several pieces.

"Tell the chief, hiss--get into it-"