On the north side of Yashan Academy, there is a waterfall viewing platform, which is the best scenic spot in the whole Yashan, and it is also the place where the previous Yashan Poetry Club was held.

The waterfall viewing platform was originally a huge mountain, but the peak was later cut off by the sword of the Confucian sage, and now it looks like a flat mirror from a distance.

The Confucian saint enlightened here, and the history is called Yashan enlightenment.

Below the waterfall viewing platform is the famous Confucian forest of Yashan Academy, where the peach blossoms bloom luxuriantly, and the fragrance of flowers spreads.

Standing on the waterfall viewing platform, there is a turbulent sound coming, looking up, there is a hundred-zhang waterfall across the sky like a match. When you come here, no matter how small your strength is, you will be open-minded by this heroic momentum.

These are two of the most famous landscapes of Yashan Academy, the Confucian Forest and the Yashan Waterfall.

At this time, the waterfall viewing platform was already full of people, in addition to the disciples of Yashan Academy, there were many literati who came to admire it.

The literati gathered with each other, or talked loudly, or played on the harp, or drunk and crazy books, quoted and sang, or fought poems, and the laughter was endless, and the bursts of talent soared into the sky.

For example, there is no fixed form for such a large-scale group gathering, accompanied by pianos, chess, books, and paintings, and wine, tea, flowers, and beautiful scenery to help the fun, and there are no rules and restrictions.

The end is a freehand free and easy.

Li Boyan drove the scroll and flew Su Mu into the waterfall viewing platform, which immediately attracted the attention of many people in the venue.

"It's Mr. Li here!"

"Huh? The person standing next to Mr. Li seemed to be Mr. Su. ”

"That's him, I know his bird!"

"This is the son of the Confucian sage? The appearance and bearing are really extraordinary, I don't know what kind of Confucianism and Taoism realm it is now. ”

"Needless to say? Surely he has already cultivated Haoran righteousness! ”

"Having said that, Su Gongzi entered Yashan Academy to study, and I will be classmates with him in the future, wouldn't we be able to study together every day? Ha ha! ”

"You've already failed the graduation exam twice, and if you fail the last graduation exam this year, you'll be expelled from the academy, so let's have a snack."

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"I've seen Mr. Lee."

After seeing Li Boyan land, all the students came over to salute him.

Li Boyan greeted them and introduced to Su Mu: "I have three thousand disciples in Yashan Academy, divided into three grades, and these are all first-year students. ”

"Although you are the son of a Confucian saint, since you have entered my academy, you have to start studying from the first grade......

Yashan Academy adopts a graded teaching system formulated by Confucianism.

There are three grades, and different things are learned at different stages.

As soon as Su Mugang heard the familiar name of the first grade, he was muttering in his heart.

"It's still divided into grades, how can this be the same as going to school in the previous life?"

Li Boyan said: "A poetry meeting is being held here, so you can get acquainted with your classmates here, and the old man will go through the enrollment matters for you first." ”

With that, he took up the scroll again and rose into the air.

As soon as Li Boyan left on his front foot, Su Mu was suddenly surrounded by the academy disciples who rushed up from all around.

"Master Su, you win in Xia Pingyang Mansion. I have heard the name of Su Gongzi for a long time, and I finally saw it today. ”

"In Xiajingbei Liuqi, fortunately!"

"Master Su, I am the son of Wu'an Hou, and my father has an old ...... with your father Don't squeeze me, okay? ”

"Su Gongzi ......"

The disciples of the academy scrambled to introduce themselves.

Su Mu listened to them report their identities one by one, and they all wanted to get acquainted with and even befriend themselves, and their posture became more and more upright.

This is the treatment of the son of Confucianism, all eyes are on the moon, and the stars hold the moon, just like a big star traveling!

The red-haired big bird, who was excluded, couldn't help but blush a little when he saw Su Mu being so popular.

Immediately shouted loudly: "A group of uninformed guys, Master Bird, I am Su Changqing's sworn brother, why don't you come and see Lord Bird." ”

But everyone's attention was on Su Mu, and no one paid attention to his nonsense at all.

"Don't be impatient, don't embarrass Su Gongzi."

Just as the scene gradually became chaotic, a scholar said loudly.

The man seemed to have a lot of authority, and as soon as he spoke, the students quickly fell silent.

Su Mu raised his eyes and saw the scholar who was talking.

This is a young scholar in his twenties, tall and tall, with a resolute face and a piercing gaze.

The young scholar walked up to Su Mu, smiled heartily, and said, "Huo Yuanyi, Master Su, has long admired the name of Huo Yuanyi in Xiajinmen. ”

After Su Mu heard this name, he subconsciously asked, "Xinghui, dare to ask Huo Yuanjia who you are?" ”

Huo Yuanyi's eyes lit up, and he said with some excitement: "It is in the lower brother, Su Gongzi and his brother know?" ”

"No, no, it's just something I've heard."

Su Mu hurriedly waved his hand, he just asked casually, but he didn't expect that there was really Huo Yuanjia.

Huo Yuanyi had a smile on his face, "That's right, the names of my two brothers were obtained by Confucian Sheng himself." Su Gongzi may not know that my father and Confucian Sheng are best friends.

It's a pity that we have been a Confucian cultivator and have revered Confucianism for a long time. But it is a pity that the Confucian saint has traveled all over the world for many years, and he has never had the opportunity to see the holy face. ”

Most of the first-year students are teenagers under the age of eighteen, and their minds are pure, and they are the most worshipping of Confucianism.

In the hearts of those who read all over the world, Confucianism is spiritual belief!

Scholars all over the world flock to Yashan Academy, and regard it as a holy place for reading, and most of them come for the reputation of Confucianism.

But it's a pity that the Confucian saint traveled all over the world fifteen years ago, and even if he entered the academy, he couldn't see the Confucian saint.

So when Su Mu, the son of a Confucian saint, appeared, the readers present were very excited.

"My father gave me a name?" Su Mu was surprised in his heart, looked at Huo Yuanyi and smiled slightly, "It turned out to be Brother Shi." In the future, we will all be classmates, and if there is something we don't understand, we need to ask my brother and you for advice. ”

Those who can enter Yashan Academy are either from an extraordinary family background, or they are talented and can be called geniuses.

He is really under pressure to mix in this group of geniuses as a newcomer, so it is better to keep a low profile before copying out a piece of the sky.

After all, according to his identity, if he accidentally provokes a certain wastewood boy, he may become an experience package.

But Su Mu's words and deeds fell in the eyes of everyone, without the arrogance of the son of a saint at all, but very approachable, which made them feel more and more admired.

"He is worthy of being the son of a Confucian saint, not arrogant or impatient, not arrogant at all, really approachable."

"I'm ashamed, if my father was a Confucian saint, I would never be able to be so peaceful as Su Gongzi."

"Is this the state of mind that has been settled in sixteen years?"

The students secretly discussed and sighed.

Su Mu's approachability made them all dispel their sense of distance, and they came forward to talk to him one after another.

In the process of talking with everyone, Su Mu learned that Yashan Academy had a total of 3,000 disciples, and there were 1,000 people in each grade, and this 1,000 people were divided into ten classes.

Among them, Huo Yuanyi is the squad leader of the third class of the first grade, a seven-grade Confucian cultivator, and was born in a family of military cultivators in Jinmen.

He revered Confucianism since he was a child, so he gave up inheriting his father's military path and entered Yashan Academy by hard work.

Most of the other students in the class are of good status, and many of them are descendants of important ministers in the court.

For example, the son of the commander-in-chief of the Demon Division, the son of Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, and the son of Wu Anhou......

Of course, there are also some commoners' children, which is also a scene only in the Great Yan Empire, and commoners also have the opportunity to get ahead and be able to study together with the sons of princes and nobles.

Unconsciously, the place where Su Mu was located became the center of the entire poetry club.

Huo Yuanyi said with great interest: "Brother Su, I heard that you have been studying in the mansion for many years, and we have been friends with you for a long time. Today's rare poetry meeting, literati gather, Brother Su might as well write a poem, let me wait to pay tribute to Brother Su's talent. ”

These words were immediately agreed by the others present, and they all spoke in agreement.

"Back then, the Confucian saint wrote "Wangya Mountain Waterfall" here, Su Gongzi is the son of the Confucian saint, you might as well follow the example of the Confucian saint and inscribe a poem, it will definitely be a good story!"

"Please ask Su Gongzi to compose a poem!"

"Master Su, don't shirk, don't be afraid of tormenting us."

"I came to the poetry meeting today to watch Su Gongzi compose poems!"

For a moment, everyone was excited.

They are all looking forward to what kind of amazing poems Su Mu, the son of a Confucian saint who has been cultivating in the mansion for sixteen years, will make!

Su Mu, who was being watched by everyone's blazing eyes, also instantly cheered up at this time, and excitement flashed in his eyes.

He had waited too long for this sentence.

Because he is the son of a Confucian saint, his identity is there, and he takes the initiative to recite poetry and pretend to be too deliberate, only by waiting for others to put it forward, and then showing his poetic talent, so as to achieve the best pretending effect!

Finally!

Now it's finally time for this opportunity!

Although he couldn't hold it back in his heart, Su Mu was still modest: "I am mediocre in poetry, and I have been in the house for sixteen years, and I have not put my mind on poetry......

Before he finished his modest words, he was interrupted by Huo Yuanyi: "Brother Su is too modest, if Brother Su's poetry is mediocre, then wouldn't it be unsightly for me to wait?" Everyone is waiting, Brother Su must not live up to our expectations. ”

Huo Yuanyi's tone was extremely sincere, and everyone nodded one after another, their faces full of anticipation.

"Hey~ I'm really not good at writing poetry. Compared with the scriptures and classics, compared with the teachings of the sages, poetry is really a small way. ”

Su Mu looked embarrassed, and after hesitating again and again, he reluctantly set his eyes on the huge waterfall in front of the waterfall viewing platform.

From the moment he came to this waterfall viewing platform, he already had a poem to copy in his heart.

Such a magnificent waterfall is in front of him, and he feels sorry for Li Taibai if he doesn't copy a poem about the waterfall!

Mortals from another world, get ready to welcome the baptism of Chinese culture, and prepare to tremble under Li Bai's famous poems!

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, Su Mu stood still, turned his back to everyone, looked at the Yashan Waterfall from afar, and recited in a heroic voice:

"Purple smoke from the sunshine incense burner,"

"Looking at the waterfall in the distance."

"Three thousand feet down!"

"It is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days!"

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