Everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Han.

Yuan Bin took a pen, handed it over and said, "Brother Jiang, please." ”

Jiang Han said with a smile: "Why do you need to use a pen to recite an article." ”

This remark shocked everyone again, the difficulty of writing an article with a pen is not the same as reciting an article, an article of several hundred words, if you write with a pen, you can write while writing words, if it is reciting, the difficulty is even higher.

Everyone is holding their breath and waiting for his "Phoenix Terrace".

Jiang Han took a step forward in the eyes of everyone, swept his gaze over the Phoenix Terrace, and said loudly:

"Jia Wangqi guards Yunmeng City, the government is harmonious, it is a new Phoenix Terrace, a literary meeting, inviting people to compose poems, and the rest of the composition is to remember it."

Many scholars nodded slightly, these words are why Jiang Han wrote this article because he was invited by Jia Wang.

Yin Zhili listened to the disdain on his face, and the beginning of this paragraph was cliché and unremarkable.

Jiang Han paused slightly, but Fan Zhongyan's "The Story of Yueyang Tower" came to mind, although this is not Yueyang Tower, and this place is not Baling, but that article only needs to make slight changes, and it can also respond to the topic.

"Yuguanfu Phoenix Terrace is victorious, on the bank of Yunmeng. Distant mountains, swallowing the Yangtze River, Haohao soup soup, boundless, sunrise and sunset, the weather is thousands, this is the grand view of Phoenix Terrace! ”

When everyone heard this, their faces changed slightly, and their eyes were bright.

Jia Zhifu was extremely surprised, carefully examined Jiang Han, this paragraph used four four-word words to describe the beautiful scenery of Phoenix Terrace, and a huge and heroic aura suddenly rushed to his face.

If you can finish this article at this level, it will not be inferior to the one that Yin Zhuli wrote.

Jiang Han walked out and said loudly: "If the husband is obscene and rainy, the moon does not open, the yin wind roars, the turbidity waves are empty, the sun and stars are hidden, the mountains are hidden, the business travel is not good, the trees are devastated, the twilight is dark, and the tiger roars and the ape cries." Dengslou also, there are people who go to the country to cherish their hometown, are worried and fearful, full of gloom, and feel extremely sad. ”

The smile on Yin Zhuli's face suddenly froze, and the others were also full of surprise.

With the literary brilliance of this paragraph alone, Jiang Han's talent is not inferior to Yin Zhuli.

Jia Zhifu couldn't help but look at Jiang Han differently, this son is outstandingly talented, and this writing is much better than Yin Zhili writing on paper!

Jiang Han continued to walk, looking out the window, as if he had flown outside, condescendingly looking at the beautiful scenery of Yunmeng:

"To Ruochun and Jingming, the waves are not alarmed, the sky is up and down, a blue sky, the sand gulls soar and gather, the brocade scales swim, the shore Zhi Tinglan, lush and green.

And or the long smoke is empty, the moon is thousands of miles, the floating light is golden, the still shadow is sinking, and the fishing songs answer each other, what a joy is this! “

Hearing this, many scholars couldn't help but whisper applause.

This paragraph of four words and sentences is full of the sonorous beauty of the rhythm, with a sense of picture, as if people are in the scene!

It's just beautiful!

Jiang Han's voice was sonorous and powerful, and he was loud:

"Whew! To taste the heart of the ancient benevolence, or the difference between the two, what is it? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself. ”

"If you live in a temple, you will worry about its people, and if you are far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about its king."

“…… The worries of the world are worried, and the joy of the world is happy! ”

With the last sentence thrown, the entire Phoenix Taichung was silent!

There are even many people who have a spirit, their scalp is numb, and goosebumps fall to the ground.

Zhongli's expression changed greatly, his pupils shrank, he got up, and said, "What a good one, don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself!" ”

"What a worry and worry in the world first, and joy in the world after the world!"

"Jiang Han, the old man has been taught!"

Hearing Zhongli Daru's words, everyone was taken aback, and Jia Zhifu also looked at Jiang Han with a look of disbelief.

He Jia Wang has been running around all his life just for fame, but in the end, his vision and mind are not as good as a hairy boy.

He can't be happy with things, not sad with himself, and even more worried about the worries of the world first, and happy with the joy of the world after the world.

But this kid ...... With such a mind at such an age, he is ashamed of himself.

Jia Wang looked at Jiang Han with his eyes flickering.

Such a good talent, a virtuous talent, it would be nice if he could become his son-in-law.

Zhongli said without worry: "Governor Jia, what do you think of this article?" ”

Jia Zhifu pondered and said: "Excellent, it will be able to be spread in the literary world." ”

Zhongli smiled without worrying: "No! This article is enough to pass on! ”

Jia Zhifu was taken aback, since ancient times, it is difficult to pass on articles, and there are very few works that can be handed down, Zhongli Daru actually thinks that this article can be passed on?

But Confucianism will not let go of empty words.

"What does Daru think this son will achieve in the future?"

Jia Zhifu thought about it and asked, this sentence was to test Zhongli Wuwu, to test whether he would accept Jiang Han as an apprentice.

Zhongli smiled mildly: "Although I am a great Confucian, but I am also disturbed by external things, I am happy because of things, and I am worried about myself, this kid is only a few years old, but he is in his early twenties, and the old man is still intoxicated with the famous sword at his age." ”

"He has a peerless talent, but he can endure and hide for 20 years, at first I thought he wanted to be in the world for a while, but now I know that it is his character who does not like things and does not mourn himself. Therefore, I am inferior to him, and his future achievements will not be lower than mine. ”

In the last sentence, Zhongli Wuwu's voice was very small, only enough for Jia Zhifu to know.

Jia Zhifu's heart was turbulent, he originally didn't understand why Jiang Han had such a talent but had to hide it for so long, but now after Zhongli Daru said it, he realized that he was not clumsy, but had reached a very high realm.

He remembered the literary meeting in Ning Guofu and regretted it, regretting why he didn't hold one, otherwise Jiang Han would be his son-in-law.

And now, he needs to grab this son-in-law with Qin Zhong.

Jiang Han looked at the people around him throwing all kinds of complicated glances at him, and knew that he should accept it when he saw it, and left the scene in time, leaving a deep impression on them, so he arched his hand and said: "Jiang Han thanks the prefect for inviting me to participate in this literary meeting, and I am also grateful to Zhongli Daru for his comments, but now Jiang Han still has something to do, so he and Miss Qin left first." ”

Jia Zhifu said: "Hey, wait, Jiang Han, you are the leader of this literary meeting, and it stands to reason that you should marry my daughter." ”

Qin Muqing frowned, what do you mean? Pry the corner of the wall in front of this girl?

Jiang Han said with a smile: "The prefect should also know that I am married to Miss Qin, and the marriage date is imminent, how can there be any reason to marry her?" Please also ask the prefect to forgive me. ”

Jia Zhifu sighed regretfully.

"Zhongli Daru, Jiang Han will visit you another day!" Jiang Han arched his hand.

"Okay, the old man is waiting for you."

Everyone watched Jiang Han and Qin Muqing leave, although Zhongli Wuwu did not say who he wanted to accept as an apprentice, but with his attitude towards Jiang Han, the result was already obvious.

Yin Zhuli's face sank like water, and the anger in his heart surged, and then he glared at Pan Zhi fiercely.

It's all this dog thing! If it weren't for him, how could he force Jiang Han to make this article!

The fierce gaze made Pan Zhi tremble and chill all over.