"That's it......" The chrysanthemum man pondered for a long time, crossed his hands, bowed down, and said sincerely: "Mr. Xie Zhulin solves the doubt!" After speaking, the chrysanthemum man turned around and left, and a scholar asked curiously: "Li Lianhua, what's wrong, why did you turn around and leave?" ”

"No, I just feel like a clown!" The chrysanthemum man didn't reply, and the faces of the people were stiff, no one was a fool, Li Lianhua said that he was like a clown, and the big guy was even more.

"What do I do next?" One asked softly.

"This Mr. Zhulin grew up in the Four Books and Five Classics, and he is very familiar with the interpretation of the classics, and some guys have excellent memories, so they have to start from other aspects."

"Which?"

"Look at the urgency, don't test the memory."

"Strategy?"

"If you don't talk about an hour or two in a policy, how can you waste that time!"

"What about poetry?"

"Yes!"

"Agreed?" Chai Tiannuo asked with a chuckle, Li Lianhua's figure in the distance was especially visible, although she was a little sissy on the surface, but she was a decisive person on the inside, which made people feel good.

"Okay, it's more than poetry, I don't know if Mr. Zhulin dares to fight?"

"Why don't you dare, but it doesn't hurt to say it."

"Just take your place number as the title and write bamboo!"

"What is the victory?"

"The poem is continuous, just rhyme before and after."

"You and others are not ashamed of me alone?" Chai Tiannuo is happy, twenty or thirty people fight by themselves, these guys are really shameless!

After thinking about it for a while, I felt that it was really bad, and even if I won, I would leave criticism, so I said generously: "As long as you can write ten bamboo-related poems, you will win, how about it?" ”

"Then there is no need to compare." Chai Tiannuo shook his head lightly, and came as soon as he opened his mouth: "A section of the dragon is thousands of miles away, and the number of stems is hanging from the sea and six sorrows; It is more necessary to plant in front of the waterfall peak, and the clouds have dried up the sub-you. ”

"This one, can it be counted?" Everyone nodded, full of charm, how can it not be counted?

"The bamboo shadow and the poem are thin, the plum blossoms are fragrant in the dream, pity the moon tonight, and refuse to go down to the West Chamber."

"Countable?"

“…… Count"

"The old people are separated from the rivers and seas, separated by mountains and rivers several times, and at first glance they turn over doubtful dreams, and they are sad and ask each other for the year."

"The lonely lamp is cold and rainy, the wet bamboo is dark and smoky, and the Ming Dynasty hates it, and it is a pity to leave the cup."

"Countable?"

"Count." Chai Tiannuo told the story, the poems had already exceeded ten, everyone was shocked at first, then at a loss, and in the end, only admiration remained.

Looking at each other and sighing, all the scholars arched their hands together: "Mr. is only eight buckets high, I am waiting for admiration, and the poems are not comparable." ”

"Really?"

"Convincing." High-spirited, eclipsed, An Qisheng was very happy, but Chai Tiannuo showed a thoughtful expression.

"When they came, they were so arrogant, but twenty or thirty people were suppressed by the master alone, see if they can raise their heads in the future!" An Qisheng said happily, Chai Tiannuo patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "This is the problem of Wendao, the literati are light, and they remain unchanged for eternity." After that, Chai Tiannuo looked at the group of somewhat gloomy figures, and said softly: "It seems that the private school in Fuke Jincheng is not having a good time." As soon as he heard this, An Qisheng also showed a thoughtful look, thinking about it, it is possible for a few people to be idle and bored to find trouble, and twenty or thirty people must come together, there must be a reason.

Mr. Zhulin's reputation is even better because of this, he is the indisputable first person in the Cheshi area, and the identity of the celebrity has indeed been confirmed, and over time, the status of the Great Confucian will not be able to escape.

On this day, Li Lianhua and others were in class, looking at the absent-minded students in the hall, they were also full of helplessness, people's hearts were scattered, and the team was really not easy to lead.

"Sir, someone is looking for you!" A student who was slipping away pointed out of the house and shouted, Li Lianhua turned her head and couldn't help but be stunned, it was the old servant in black who was fighting in the Bamboo Forest Academy.

Swallowing and foaming, Li Lianhua walked out of the house a little timidly, saluted with her crossed hands, and asked in a low voice: "Old man, I don't know what to do with students?" ”

"The Bamboo Forest School will be expanded, in preparation for the establishment of the Bamboo Forest College, and I want to choose a private school as a subordinate school, and from tomorrow my father-in-law will personally teach at night as a teacher."

"After twenty lessons, those who pass will be taken, but those who continue to study until they pass." Luo Hu said calmly, Li Lianhua was happy at first, and then her face darkened, and she shook her head a little depressedly: "Mr. Zhulin's course is more exciting, but it's a pity that we need to make a living, if we don't cultivate, we can't support our family at all." ”

"So it seems that we have to make another plan."

"You're thinking too much." Luo Hu shook his head, and the Lord of the Heart Dao really thought clearly.

"Except for the free teaching of the poor in the main house, the other subordinate schools are still operating as usual, you need to understand the good intentions of my lord!" Hearing this, Li Lianhua showed surprise on her face and bowed deeply to Luo Hu.

Rahu is solemn and returns the salute with his hands forked, this is a salute on behalf of the host, and the etiquette must be observed. On the second day, the classroom of the Bamboo Forest School was brightly lit, and a total of 51 private school gentlemen from the surrounding counties and prefectures were all in the first place, and the disciples saluted: "Meet Mr." Chai Tiannuo did not stop it, and calmly accepted the gift.

Since this day, the reputation of the Bamboo Forest School has become even better, and with the first batch of private school gentlemen who have passed the assessment to go to all directions, the title of the holy land of the literary world has faintly taken shape.

Since then, the training courses have been held several times, and the subordinate schools of the Bamboo Forest School have not only spread to the 17 counties and 33 military states in the entire Cheshi area, but also spread sharply to the 100 counties under the Dadu Protectorate, and the farthest has entered the nearest 100 countries.

On June 6, the weather was as dry as a bath in fire, and Mr. Qianlong, a Confucian from the Northland, who lived in the Half Moon Mansion of Xiao Lanshan in the Frost Kingdom, one of the hundred countries in the Northern Regions, arrived outside Fukejin City.

He traveled thousands of miles just to meet Mr. Zhulin and see if it was really possible to produce a Wenzong in the north!

The two literary celebrities saw each other very happily, and after three days of exchange and exchange, Mr. Qianlong asserted: "Mr. Zhulin is highly talented, and he is in charge of the Northern Regions Wendao Niu Er, and he is not weak in Shenzhou Wenzong!" One sentence shocked the entire Northern Regions, and many people couldn't believe that the Northern Regions, known as the Wendao Desert, could really give birth to Wenzong?

When the doubts arose, after traveling the world for eleven years, Fang Zeru, a famous Confucian from Dahua, also rushed to the outside of Fukejin City.

Three days later, Fang Zeru asserted from the pulpit, causing a sensation in the entire Northern Regions!

"Mr. Zhulin's talent is comparable to that of Shenzhou Millennium Tianjiao, Chai Tiannuo!"

"And compared with Chai Tiannuo, who has become an immortal, Mr. Zhulin is too ruthless, and more wise and gentle, although he can't become an immortal, he will definitely be holy in the future!" Compared with Mr. Qianlong, who is also a great Confucian in the Northern Regions, the words of Fang Zeru from the hinterland of Shenzhou are obviously more convincing.

But no one expected that his opinion of Mr. Zhulin would be higher than that of Mr. Qianlong! When the news spread, countless scholars from the Northern Regions immediately packed their bags and went to visit the Bamboo Forest Academy, and the future saints of the literary world were there, how could they not go to worship!