In front of the waterfall viewing platform, the Baizhang Waterfall hangs upside down like the Milky Way, and the momentum is magnificent and vast.

Su Mu stood on the waterfall viewing platform with his hands behind his back, his posture was as tall as a pine, and with a voice full of emotion, he recited Li Taibai's first magnificent masterpiece through the ages.

After reciting the poem, Su Mu posed and still turned his back to everyone, but his ears had already been erected, ready to listen to the cheers and admiration of the world.

At the same time, he secretly observed the celestial phenomena.

According to the Confucianism and Taoism novels he read in his previous life, most of these ancient masterpieces must be auspicious from the sky and golden lotus from the earth, which is in line with Li Taibai's poetry.

A masterpiece of this level, it's not too much to have a vision that can be clearly seen within a radius of thousands of miles, right?

Of course, it is better to let him fly in the sky and stand above the nine heavens overlooking the world......

Su Mu imagined the scene of the vision in his mind, but after waiting for a long time, there was no change in the surroundings, and there was no celestial phenomenon at all.

There was silence behind him, not a word of applause or praise.

"It's just a poem, you can't be so shocked that you can't speak, right? Alas, I don't want to pretend at all, I have to pretend, I can't help you. ”

Su Mu smiled indulgently, it seems that he took Taibai's poems at the beginning, which is indeed a bit excessive, this is a dimensionality reduction blow.

After a while, he slowly turned to look behind him, but said modestly: "Everyone, I'm really not good at poetry......

Everyone looked at each other, stunned in place, and a little incomprehensible to Su Mu's behavior.

The scene was extremely quiet, and the scene was slightly awkward.

"Bang Bang Bang ——!"

Suddenly, a white-clad academy student holding a paper fan and looking extremely sassy applauded vigorously and exclaimed excitedly: "Good! Good poetry! Good poetry! ”

Su Mu's expression softened slightly, this reaction was right.

He looked at the other party and recognized that this academy student was the son of the Ministry of Works, who seemed to be called Zhuge Bin.

The person is a young man, but the hairline is a little high, and he looks like he is young and bald.

Su Mu smiled slightly, waved his hand, and just wanted to be modest, he heard the other party speak again.

"This Confucian sage's "Wangya Mountain Waterfall", no matter how many times I read it, it still makes my heart surge."

"The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days. How heroic, how magnificent! ”

"Good poetry! What a poem! ”

Zhuge Bin clapped his hands and praised, his tone full of admiration.

As soon as he said this, others praised the poem.

"That's right, the world's waterfall poems, there is no one who can produce the right of this poem in terms of artistic conception!"

"Whenever I read this poem, I can't help but burst into tears, wanting to look up to the sky and howl and express my heart."

"It is worthy of the poems written by the Confucian saints, each of them is so amazing."

The scene was noisy, and everyone praised endlessly.

But after listening to it, Su Mu was directly stunned, what was the situation, when did he read his father's poems?

Didn't you just recite "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall"?

Thinking of this, Su Mu was taken aback.

"Wait! Wanglu Mountain Waterfall, Wangya Mountain Waterfall...... Could it be the same poem?! ”

"No, it can't be! This is obviously Li Taibai's poem, how can it be my father's poem? ”

Su Mu was shocked and unbelievable.

He even wondered if he had misheard.

After everyone praised him, Huo Yuanyi said with a smile: "This poem of Confucianism is indeed remarkable, Brother Su recited this poem to pay tribute to Confucianism, right?" ”

"But I'd like to hear your poems. Brother Su, please start. ”

Huo Yuanyi made a gesture of please.

Now, Su Mu can finally determine that "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall" and "Wangya Mountain Waterfall" are really the same poem!

But at this moment, he couldn't care about the shock in his heart, let alone the reason behind it.

Because now everyone is watching him, waiting for him to come up with a new poem!

Su Mu was in a cold sweat behind his back, he almost couldn't maintain his expression, let him compose poetry, he would be a fart!

The point is that after the incident just now, his mind is now in chaos, and he can't think of any other poems at all.

"Brother Su, what's wrong with you, why don't you speak?"

Huo Yuanyi looked at Su Mu with a puzzled face.

"Alas......"

Just when everyone was puzzled, Su Mu had a lot of thoughts, and he thought of an excellent way to get rid of the current embarrassing situation.

He turned around slowly, pretending to sigh, and his tone was lost: "Don't you understand? ”

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A question mark was put on everyone's heads.

What do you know?

Su Mu raised his head and looked around at everyone's faces, and said in a deep voice: "I said, poetry is just a small way, and I am not good at poetry." ”

"Compared with poetry, I think we should put our limited life on unlimited causes, such as studying the classics of saints, such as how to fight against the demon clan."

"In this way, when we look back on the past when we are old, we will not regret that we have wasted our time, nor will we be ashamed of our inaction."

"Can poetry rule the country and level the world? You're too attached to it. ”

Su Mu's tone was heavy, and his face was full of disappointment.

After he finished speaking, the audience fell silent.

"Well said!"

After hearing this, a disciple of the academy was shocked, and he couldn't help but speak loudly.

Then he walked out of the crowd, faced everyone, and said bitterly: "I have long felt so, the poems have been written by Confucian saints to the extreme, what else do we have to write?" ”

"We should focus more on the classics rather than the poems!"

"I, Tao'an, am the first to support Su Gongzi!"

Tao An slapped his chest with a shocking sound, and he said that he pulled Zhuge Bin out, "Abin, are you right?" ”

"You tap!"

Tao An's hand was too strong, Zhuge Bin was pinched by him and grinned, glaring at him fiercely. echoed: "No matter how well the poems are written, they can't surpass the old man of Confucianism." ”

"All the poems in the world have been written by Confucian saints, can we still create better war poems than Confucian saints?"

He also very much agreed with Su Mu's point of view.

With the two of them taking the lead, many of the academy disciples and scholars present nodded in approval one by one.

Yes, no matter how well the poems are written, they can't surpass the Confucian saints, and the poems they write can't be compared with the Confucian saints at all.

If the poems of the Confucian sages are the noble white clouds in the sky, then what they write is the soil on the earth.

In that case, what is the purpose of obsessing with poetry? In the final analysis, it is just a moaning without illness, and what they really need to invest their energy in should be the classics of their predecessors and the teachings of the sages!

"To be honest, the reason why I am immersed in poetry is to show off my literary talents. Now that I am repentant, compared with Su Gongzi, we are too superficial, and we are blinded by poetry. ”

"Su Gongzi said before that he was not good at poetry, I thought he was humble, but I didn't expect that he was really not good at it, he focused all his energy on studying knowledge."

"This is the real reader!"

"The Confucian sage once said to study for the rise of the human race, but we have all forgotten it......"

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations! Compared with the ambition of Confucianism and the ambition of Su Gongzi, I am ashamed to be a scholar! ”

"From tomorrow onwards, I will study and never write poetry again!"

All the readers were deeply ashamed, and some even had red eyes and burst into tears.

Su Mu listened to their conversation, his mind blank.

Isn't this the four sentences of Hengqu? Isn't this the words of Zhou Weiren? How...... How did they all become Confucian saints?!

Su Mu's face turned a little pale, and he also had a faint guess in his heart.

But he didn't dare to think deeply, and his heart was confused for a while.

"Brother Su."

Huo Yuanyi walked over, threw Su Mu to the ground, and choked up: "I'm too shallow, I would like to ask Brother Su to be my teacher!" ”

He thought that he had asked Su Mu to compose poems before, and he felt ashamed, he was too shallow, and he read the sage book in vain!

Su Mu came back to his senses, put his father's affairs behind him first, stretched out his hand to help Huo Yuanyi and said: "Brother Shi is serious, I am younger than Brother Shi, how can I be a teacher?" ”

Huo Yuanyi shook his head and said: "The Confucian sage once said that there is no order of learning from the eldest and youngest, and the master is the teacher, so why care about age." ”

That being said, I really can't do it......

Su Mu knew that he was a few catties and a few taels, and for these people who had really read the books of sages for more than ten years, his knowledge was really nothing.

However, the familiar saying that the master is a teacher, why did his Confucian father once say it?

Su Mu's head was as big as a bucket, and there were only two words in his mind: broken.

In another corner of the waterfall viewing platform, a boy in Tsing Yi looked at Su Mu in the center of the crowd from a distance, his eyebrows raised slightly, and a little surprise appeared in his eyes.

"This Su Mu has some meaning."

The boy in Tsing Yi hugged the bee waist of a plump beauty with his left hand, her appearance was extremely delicate, and at this time, she looked even more moving than the beautiful woman around her when she smiled.

She originally thought that Su Mu had been in the mansion for sixteen years, and he was a nerd who was dead studying. But this is not the case today, and the words and deeds are extraordinary.

He is worthy of being the son of a Confucian saint.

Retracting his gaze from Su Mu, the young man in Tsing Yi reached out and slapped the plump buttocks of the beautiful woman beside him, causing the beautiful woman to exclaim.

"Don't mess around, there's a lot of people here."

The beautiful woman slapped lightly on the chest of the boy in Tsing Yi with disgust, and her eyes rolled.

The boy in Tsing Yi leaned into the beautiful woman's ear, exhaled like an orchid, and laughed in a low voice: "Naturally, I want to eat peaches." ”

The beautiful woman's whole body is snuggled in the arms of the boy in Tsing Yi, her eyes are like silk, and she looks more and more beautiful and attractive.

"Hahaha~"

The boy in Tsing Yi laughed, hugged the beautiful woman and walked towards the Rulin, and gradually went deeper into the peach blossom forest.

……

Due to Su Mu's vignette, this poetry meeting could not be continued, and many of the readers present lost interest and left one after another.

What kind of poetry is comparable to the great cause of revitalizing the human race?

Their goal should be the vast texts of their predecessors, the teachings of the sages, not the waste of time on poetry!

After the poetry meeting ended, Su Mu said goodbye to everyone, asked the direction of the academy's library pavilion, and hurried over.

He had something urgent to look through the books of this world to confirm.