Outside of Kyoto, Sheep Pavilion!

A few lavish carriages stopped at the edge of the pavilion, and the cold wind was cold in the suburbs, and the rolling hills were light brown.

The sun is warm and warm, and in the early winter days, people feel a trace of warmth that is not inferior to Naiko.

The Ziyang monks of Yunlu Academy are about to come out.

It is a great joy for Yunlu Academy, which is declining in officialdom.

The gentlemen of the college sang and sang the festival, and the students rejoiced, and they all felt that the day of their future was coming.

In the pavilion, three old men sat opposite each other and drank tea, one of them was wearing a purple robe, and his temples were frosty white, and he was the protagonist of this send-off.

Yang Gong, the word Ziqian, the number Ziyang layman, the champion of Yuanjing for 14 years. In the following year, he returned to Yunlu Academy to study, and in 22 years, he became a world-famous Confucian with peach and plums all over the world.

He should have a better future, and it was okay to enter the cabinet to worship the prime minister, but he left the officialdom gloomily at the peak of his prime. Regarding this matter, there are many opinions among the scholars, and some people say that he has offended His Majesty, so he has to pay tribute.

Some people say that he offended the head of the court, and his means were not as good as others, so he rolled up and rolled people.

But no matter what, twenty-two years later, he finally came out of the mountain again. He went to Qingzhou to serve as a political envoy.

A true feudal official.

The status of the other two is also not low, not to mention their status in Yunlu Academy, just because of their reputation outside, they will not lose to the Ziyang monks.

Wearing a gray robe and growing a goat's beard, Li Mubai, a big player, once known as the first in the world of chess, five years ago and Wei Yuan Wei Gongshou talked about three games, all lost, angrily slammed the chessboard, and never played chess again.

The man in the blue robe is called Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, and the "Six Sparse Art of War" written in his early years is still a must-read publication for military attachés and generals.

He is the only master of the art of war who can be compared with Wei Yuan.

There was a group of students standing outside the pavilion to see them off, all of whom were potential students of Yunlu Academy.

Xu New Year is among them.

"Mr. Ziyang has finally come out of the mountain, if we can be appreciated by him, we will definitely have prosperous official fortunes in the officialdom in the future. A familiar classmate whispered: "Say goodbye, are you ready to write a poem?" ”

My brother prepared a ..... for me And it's half a song of the Seven Laws .... Xu Xinnian looked at the pavilion and said lightly: "Scribbled half a head, Uncle Yong, you are too utilitarian." ”

The seven-rule poem has a strict rhythm, requiring the number of words in the poem to be uniform, consisting of eight sentences, each sentence of seven words, and every two sentences for a couplet, a total of four couplets.

Xu Qi'an gave him only two copies of the Seven Laws. Xu asked after dinner, and his cousin diverted the topic, that is, he did not give the last two couplets.

"This is not utilitarian, learning the sea is the same as the sea of eunuchs, working hard to make boats, and drilling camps for pulp. My friend said that he seemed to know that Xu Xinnian was not good at poetry, so he didn't ask much.

"Uncle Yong is right, now the officialdom is corrupt, the officials cooperate with the corrupt officials and the people, and there are natural disasters for many years, if you want to change the situation, you have to be more active. Another student was involved in the conversation.

The student named Uncle Yong nodded and looked at Xu Xinnian: "You always say that poetry is a small way, but no matter how well you do your article, who will remember you decades later? ”

Poetry is a small way, which cannot govern the country and benefit the people, and it is a vassal elegance..... Xu Erlang just wanted to say this, considering that he was now preparing to please the old-timers with a vassal and elegant way, he swallowed the words back and hummed vaguely.

Uncle Yong looked at him in surprise, he didn't even raise the bar!

Li Mubai, a great player, sighed: "Brother Yang, if you want to have their general delicacy back then, you won't waste more than 20 years." ”

The Ziyang Monk smiled.

"That's not right," Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, smiled and drank tea: "Brother Yang is ambitious, and he is paving the way for the 'life' realm. ”

Hearing this, Ziyang Jushi sighed: "After all, I was still squeezed out of the officialdom." ”

"It's not your problem, the people from the Guozijian will not watch our Yunlu Academy turn over. ”

"Hmph, a group of villains who only know how to bully and flatter and play tricks have made the world like this in less than two hundred years. ”

This has an interesting history.

Confucianism originated from sages, and Bailu Academy, as an academy founded by the great disciples of sages, prides itself on Confucian orthodoxy. And so it is.

But two hundred years ago, because of the incident of fighting for the country, he was completely disgusted by the emperor at that time.

At this time, there was a traitor in White Deer Academy, and White Deer Academy itself thought so.

That traitor was originally a teacher at Bailu Academy, and took this opportunity to set up his own door, please the emperor with the concept of 'preserving heavenly principles and destroying human desires', and with the support of the emperor, he established Guozijian and became a generation of grandmasters.

After that, Guozijian replaced Yunlu Academy and became the main transportation agency for imperial court officials.

The dispute over Confucian orthodoxy thus lasted for two hundred years.

Ziyang Jushi said in a deep voice: "I'm going here to expand the territory of Bailu Academy and lay the foundation of officialdom, but if I want to revive the past style of the academy, I am not enough alone, I need to work together, and I need excellent young people." ”

Li Mubai and Zhang Shen looked at each other and smiled, the latter turned his head and looked at the students outside the pavilion: "Is there anyone willing to write a poem and send a Ziyang monk?"

"Poetry has to be colorful, otherwise it will be boring. The Ziyang monk took off a purple jade from his waist: "Those who win the top prize can get a jade pendant." ”

The purple light of the jade pendant flows, and the gods are extraordinary.

The eyes of the students outside the pavilion lit up, and the great Confucian jade pendant was baptized by talent, which contained magic, and if they could get it, it would definitely be of great benefit.

At the same time, Ziyang monks use purple jade as color heads, and there is a deeper meaning.

The things that the elders carry with them are only given to juniors and students, that is to say, take this jade pendant, little brother, you are my person.... My student too.

"The student is willing to write a poem to see off the Ziyang monks. A tall student wearing a cyan Confucian shirt and a jade pendant around his waist strode out and bowed his hand towards the three great Confucians in the pavilion.

Li Mubai said with a smile: "This is my student Zhu Huizhi, who is quite a poet. ”

The Ziyang monk smiled and bowed.

After the student named Zhu Huizhi recited the send-off poem, the smile on the face of the Ziyang monk became more and more profound, obviously very satisfied.

"Not bad. Zhang Shen praised the art of war, and did not comment more, the two great Confucians present are more talented than him.

But a good beginning may not have a good ending, and the next scene can probably be described as a dog's tail and mink.

The poems in the back are unsatisfactory and barely qualified.

Li Mubai said with emotion: "Since Guozijian has re-annotated the classics of the saints, saving the principles of heaven and destroying people's desires, students in the world can only stick to the classics and bury their heads in the words. Over time, they fell into the situation of 'shackles and fragmentation' and could not extricate themselves. The poetry of the article is no longer spiritual. ”

Speaking of the back, the heartache arises.

This is also the reason why Confucianism began to weaken in modern times, and two hundred years forward, the famous words of Confucianism are: Buddhism is great, Taoism is very good, dwarf oil, and warlocks are also good. The Gu master wizard who has found another way is also very spiritual and deserves praise.... Oh, vulgar Takefu, please go out, it's a gathering of urbane people. By the way, take away the aliens of the demon clan together. The rest of you, with all due respect, are rubbish!

That's how Confucianism hung at the beginning.

What now?

Major cultivation systems: What's the matter, little brother?

Confucianism shuddered: MMP.

The Ziyang Monk sighed, "That's it, don't mention this." Students, who else would like to write poems?"

There was no one for a while.

Zhu Huizhi stared at Ziyu, his eyes were blazing, and he felt that this was something in his bag.

"Sir, I have a poem. Xu Xinnian walked out of the crowd and came to the pavilion.

He was deliberately silent until now, he was low-key and humble, and he didn't want to embarrass his classmates by throwing out good poems too early. It definitely has nothing to do with the fact that he once spat fragrant with Zhu Huizhi.