Everyone's eyes looked at Cao Wei, and their faces were full of shock.

A gust of wind blew through the hall, and in an instant, everyone's minds began to imagine the scene of Cao Wei under the bright moon.

"The poetry is undulating and almost natural!"

"But why?"

"Why can he make such a poem and be so calm?!"

"Not only that, if it is according to Mr. Fang Cai, the artistic conception of this poem is definitely no less than the previous one!"

"In just half a day, a word of poetry is so wonderful, the poetry is undulating and almost like heaven!"

And the most terrifying thing is that he actually said that he copied it! If this poem was born, how could we not have heard it? ”

"Don't talk about us, even Mr. hasn't said that he has heard of it, how can it be copied!"

Even Shi Zizheng's face was shocked.

Self-reliance, self-destruction, self-reliance.

Alone but not alone, from not alone to alone.

He deeply felt the artistic conception in the poem, but he never expected that in just half a day, Cao Wei would actually make such a subtle poem.

Inhuman!

This son is inhuman!

At least.

Even if it was Shi Zizheng himself, he would never be able to write such poems at Cao Wei's age!

This realization, this state of mind, is from the hands of young people!

He seemed to see the hope of being sanctified with poetry.

In the whole Great Departure, there is almost no one who can talk to him in terms of poetry.

But Cao Wei seems to be able to!

He began to hesitate a little, wondering whether he was qualified to be Cao Wei's gentleman!

Maybe.

Compared with teachers and students, it seems that being a Taoist friend can allow him to discuss with Cao Wei with peace of mind!

Except for him.

And Murong Fu's heart, who was sitting next to him, was dripping blood.

If the poem that Cao Wei wrote in the Qinglou before was really a plus because it was appropriate to the situation, then this poem, he is not responding to the situation, but can forcibly pull you into the situation.

Murong Fu regretted that even his intestines were blue.

Once his daughter asked him to give the recommendation to Cao Wei, but he didn't give it.

During the poetry meeting, Cao Wei wrote the lyrics and sent them, but he didn't see them in person, so that he lost face in front of everyone just now.

Now.

Not to mention losing face, I'm afraid many people will say that he doesn't have the ability to know talents.

After so many years as an official, he still miscalculated for the first time!

Anyway.

As the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, he naturally would not take the initiative to bow to Cao Wei.

So I had to pretend to be careless, and try my best to end this luncheon as quickly as possible.

Out of sight, heart not broken.

But compared to Murong Fu's regret, Wang Yuan's eyes were dull at this time, and the whole person was like a wooden pestle there, not moving.

If the poem written by Cao Wei broke his cognition of Cao Wei's children, Cao Wei.

Then this poem absolutely shattered all the disobedience in his heart, and then let him swallow it alive.

There is no way to refute it.

Copyed.

Whose copy was it?

Even Shi Zizheng didn't speak.

Just now, he suddenly felt like a clown jumping off the beam.

As a Confucian student, it shouldn't be like this.

But now he.

Confidence in Cao Wei has been lost.

But it's not so much a loss of faith as a loss of faith!

That's right.

Now he is not worthy of being an enemy of Cao Wei at all!

Even Cui Zhe, who was quiet, looked at Cao Wei with a look full of complexity this time.

If a word is an incomparable state of mind for him.

The same is true of this poem!

Why.

Why can Cao Wei have such a state of mind?

He couldn't figure it out!

But compared to them.

Murong Qing opened her mouth and stared at Cao Wei deadly, she seemed to want to see through how much Cao Wei still had not revealed.

"You have also seen it now, the old man's proposition, Cao Wei's poems, whether they were copied or not, everyone must know in their hearts."

Shi Zizheng's voice fell, and no one refuted.

His face was full of red light, he slowly stood up, and looked at Cao Wei: "Now, the old man has begun to hesitate whether to accept you as a protégé, because the old man feels that he can not teach you much......

This......

Exclamations erupted.

It is undeniable that Cao Wei's poetry is absolutely unique.

But.

Shi Zizheng's words raised Cao Wei to a height they couldn't imagine.

Shi Zizheng, who is most likely to be consecrated with poetry, said that he could not be Cao Wei's husband.

What does that prove?

Is it difficult for Cao Wei to really be able to complete the sanctification that Shi Zizheng has not completed until now through poetry?

Although everyone knows it in their hearts.

The so-called sanctification is actually entering the semi-sainthood.

But now the apex of Confucianism and Taoism is the dean Ji Yunzi, who is a half-saint.

Compared to martial arts.

From the Great Confucian to the Half-Saint, it is definitely a Dao Heavenly Trench, and compared to the half-step perfection of the Martial Dao, it is much more difficult.

A nineteen-year-old son of a poor family has the opportunity to be sanctified with poetry!

The more Shi Zizheng said this, the more remorseful Murong Fu who was sitting next to him felt even more regretful!

He was temperate and had no physical weakness.

But at this moment, his palms were all sweaty!

The person who was expected to become a saint was actually missed by him like this!

"Mr. Bowang!"

Cao Wei's voice finally sounded, and everyone's eyes looked at him.

I saw that he slowly put down the wine jug, bowed to Shi Zizheng, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Cao has a sentence, I don't know if I can say it." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to speak!"

"Okay."

Cao Wei bowed slightly, and then said: "Cao believes that there is no one in the world who can make friends with people because of their shortcomings. Look at the length of people, everything in the world is the teacher of our generation. Cao is still young, and Mr. is a Confucian, there must be a place for Cao to learn, and I hope Mr. will not hesitate to teach! ”

"Look at the shortcomings of people, there is no one in the world who can make friends. Look at the length of people, everything in the world is the teacher of our generation......"

Shi Zizheng muttered to himself, then took a deep breath and looked out of the hall with his eyes.

Everyone also spoke, and their eyes looked out of the hall.

Followed by.

The wind was blowing, and suddenly the fallen leaves on the ground were rolled up like a tornado.

Click.

The wind ruffled up broken branches, and the doors and windows of the entire lobby were crackled.

"Vision!"

Murong Fu's face was shocked.

Everyone was shocked when they heard these two words, and even Cao Wei couldn't help but glance back.

"This is a vision! This is Confucianism! Cao Wei was shocked.

Then.

Murong Fu's eyes were bright, as if he was rejuvenating the new year, and said excitedly:

"The practice of righteousness is to use the righteousness in the heart as a guide, which can be used as a poem of righteousness, words of righteousness, and deeds of righteousness, so as to communicate with heaven and earth and produce visions!"

Everyone looked shocked and stared closely at the vision outside the hall.

Cao Wei also frowned: "In other words, what is the word and deed of poetry is the medium?" ”

"Yes!"

Murong Fu glanced at Cao Wei deeply and said, "The only way to enter the saint is to ...... Only after entering the sanctification, even every move, word and deed, can produce visions. Only by entering the sanctification can the vision of heaven and earth be truly directly used by people! ”

"Only by entering the sanctification can the vision of heaven and earth be truly directly used by people!" Cao Wei's face was stunned.

Murong Fu's eyes showed a look of remembrance, and he said again:

"When Brother Zeng Zizheng was an official, he wrote a poem about the fortune of the country, and it also caused a vision, how spectacular it was. But in the end, it was also the world that communicated by the poems themselves, but ...... But now, Brother Zizheng has not written poetry! ”

Come to think of it.

Murong Fu's pupils shrank sharply, and he hurriedly looked at Shi Zizheng beside him, and exclaimed:

"Could it be because of what Cao Wei said just now?"

"Brother Zizheng, you want to become a saint?!"