The three Confucians tacitly did not answer, but exchanged glances with each other.

Seeing this, Dean Zhao Shou reached out and took the folded rice paper, slowly unfolded it, and then he fell into a long silence.

Sensing Zhao Shou's abnormality, Zhang Shen said tentatively: "Dean?"

But the dean ignored him, muttered in a low voice, and fell into some kind of emotion, unable to get rid of it for the time being.

After a long while, Zhao Shoufu smiled: "Good poem! This poem, I want to engrave this poem in the Ya Temple with my own hands, so that it will become a part of Yunlu Academy, and future generations will look back on this history in the future, and this poem will be enough."

"Tonight, you all come to my Yaju to drink, and we will drink until dawn. ”

The three great Confucians felt incredible, how could Dean Zhao Shou, as a Confucian leader today, be so out of shape because of a poem.

Even for such amazing masterpieces as "Dark Fragrance Floating Moon Dusk" and "A Boat Full of Dreams Pressing the Galaxy", the dean only smiled and praised it.

"See for yourself!" Zhao Shou handed over the paper.

Zhang Shen took it and watched it with the two great Confucians, the expressions of the three of them froze, and they were also immersed in a certain emotion like Zhao Shou before, and they couldn't get rid of it for a long time.

"It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, it's divergent, it's safe now. There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea. Li Mubai suddenly burst into tears and said sadly:

"This poem is written by our Yunlu Academy. ”

Zhang Shen and Chen Tai, the two great Confucians, clenched their fists, they understood why the dean was out of shape, Li Mubai was right, this poem was written for Yunlu Academy.

Looking back on the two hundred years since the establishment of Guozijian, Yunlu Academy has entered the darkest era in history.

I can't eat when I stop the cup and throw the spoon, and I am at a loss when I draw my sword and look around!

And these last two sentences are simply a stroke of genius, which makes several great Confucian heroes suddenly angry and excited.

The biggest charm of poetry is empathy, which completely pokes the hearts of Zhao Shou in the courtyard and the three great Confucians.

"Dean'......."

Zhang Shen coughed, got rid of the agitated emotions, and said in a low voice: "Xu Ci is my disciple, and I taught it with hard work. ”

"Excuse me, hard work, hard work. Zhao Shou said with relief.

"To cultivate talents for the college, I Zhang Jinyan has an unshirkable responsibility, and it is hard to talk about it. Zhang Shenyi said rhetorically:

"However, I have a small request that I hope the dean will meet. ”

Chen Tai and Li Mubai instantly became vigilant.

Zhao Shouwen said, "What requirements?"

"When you engrave the poem by hand, remember to write a few small words after the old signature: Shi Zhang Shen, the word is sincere, Jingzhou people. ”

Before Zhao Shou could answer, Chen Tai and Li Mubai preemptively said, "I object!"

Zhang Shen was furious: "The poems written by my students, what do you care about, and it is your turn to oppose them?"

"Bullshit!"

The two great Confucians blew their beards and glared, and unceremoniously debunked: "What level are your students, you don't know what you have in your heart? Who wrote your poem, do you dare to say that you don't know?"

Of course, Zhang Shen knew that Xu Ci was his student, and his own students knew better than anyone else how many catties and taels he had.

As for how Xu Cijiu guessed the question, Zhang Shen's idea was that Xu Qi'an asked Wei Yuan for help.

“？”

Zhao Shou flashed a question mark in his heart, waved his hand to cut off the hearing of the students who reported the news on the side, and said in a deep voice: "What did you just say?

Chen Tai snorted: "Xu Ci is good at strategy, and his poems are mediocre, how to make such an inspiring masterpiece." ”

Li Mubai continued: "It's not my student Xu Qi'an's work. ”

"When will you be your student again? Zhang Shen sneered: "That's also my student, so no matter how you write my name, it's not wrong." ”

The three big confucians quarreled with each other.

Dean Zhao Shou listened for a moment and probably understood that this poem was not written by Xu Ci, but by his cousin, who was praised as a poet by Rulin.

In this way, Xu Ci is also cheating.

"By the way, what is our Huiyuan in charge of?" Zhao Shou asked.

Confucianism pays attention to character, the higher the rank of Confucian, the more attention is paid to the firmness of character, to put it bluntly, every Confucian has a very high personality ethics.

But this does not mean that all the Confucianists have the "life" of the Holy Mother, unless it is the "life" of the Holy Mother of the Virgin when establishing the destiny realm, otherwise, the subsection can be lost, and it is not a big problem.

But cheating isn't a subsection.

"Governing the country and the art of war!" said Zhang Shen, who was originally a Confucian known for his art of war.

Governing the country is a "skill" that every Confucian student must learn, and on this basis, Confucian students can choose 1-2 major "courses".

Some students are in charge of "The Book of Rites", some students are in charge of "The Mean", and Xu is in charge of "The Art of War".

When Zhao Shou heard this, he nodded reassuringly, if he was in charge of the "Art of War", there would be no problem, and it would not affect his future promotion.

"You don't have to argue about a poem, I think that Xu Qi'an borrowed the hand of his cousin to give this poem to the academy. That's the biggest reward for us. Zhao Shou said.

"That's what the dean said. The three great Confucians said in unison.

Later, I will ask Xu Ning for a banquet to ask for a good work......... The three Confucians thought to themselves at the same time.

In addition, they added in their hearts very tacitly: Despicable villain Yang Gong!

..........

The next day, the Xu Mansion held a banquet to entertain relatives and friends, according to the meaning of the New Year, the Mansion was divided into three areas for three parts of the guests: the front yard, the back yard, and the atrium.

In the atrium sat his classmates and friends, and it was inconvenient for outsiders to enter the backyard, so it was people of the same clan who sat down. In the front yard are the colleagues of Second Uncle Xu and Xu Qi'an.

The three waves of guests were perfectly divided, drinking and blowing on their own, and the scholar ignored the rude martial artist, and the martial artist did not care about the reader's pretense.

"Erlang is worthy of being a scholar, and the arrangement is well organized. Xu Qi'an sighed while accompanying the little brother to toast around.

"Why didn't our teacher come to participate?" asked Xu Qi'an.

Xu Erlang drank a few glasses of wine, his face was slightly red, he vomited wine, and said helplessly: "The subordinate who sent the invitation this morning brought back the news, saying that the teacher had a fight with the two Confucians and was injured. ”

"Fighting again?" Xu Qi'an said, are the scholars of Yunlu Academy so hot-tempered.

The brothers went to the inner courtyard, where they were all clansmen, and the aunt and second uncle stayed on the table to accompany the Xu clansmen. A few well-fed children were playing in the courtyard, envious of the courtyard of the Xu Mansion.

Xu Lingyin was ashamed to be with her friends, eating from beginning to end, and not moving to death.

The Xu clan was overjoyed, Xu Dalang had just been knighted a while ago, and the second uncle Xu was immediately in the middle of the Yuan, and the Xu family was a sign of rising.

While the younger generation is happy, they think more about relying on this big tree, and they may not be able to soar in the future.

The happiness of the older generation is more pure, and the old tears say that the ancestors have appeared, and the Xu family is going to become a big family.

"Donkey Erdan," a clan elder got up, patted the back of Xu Pingzhi's hand, and said with relief:

"Da Lang and Erlang can become successful, you have contributed a lot. Every article and martial arts have been cultivated by you. You are more powerful than those masters, I happen to have a pair of grandchildren at home, how many years will you help me take care of them?"

Donkey Erdan is the milk name of the second uncle, and Xu Qi'an's father's milk name is Donkey Big Egg.

This is what the old people in the clan can call me.

"Hahaha, okay, no problem, uncle just send those two little cubs. Xu Pingzhi was proud and a little floating. even felt that Xu Ci and Xu Ningyan could become successful, which was his credit.

You have a fart credit, you are obviously not the son of Xu Pingzhi......... Xu Qi'an smiled and complained in his heart.

Dad really has no self-knowledge, you're just a vulgar martial artist....... Xu Xinnian was slandered in his heart.

In the area of educating children, no one praised herself, which made the aunt very angry, but thinking of the previous festival with her nephew, she felt that if she stood up to ask for credit, she would definitely be scolded by her nephew.

..........

The capital, the west gate.

The soldiers guarding the city suddenly heard a Sanskrit sound that seemed to be absent, and it seemed to come from the sky.

A soldier gouged out his ears and found that the Sanskrit sound was still echoing in his ears, "Hey, did you hear any strange sounds........

As soon as he finished asking, he saw that the colleagues opposite him and his colleagues were also gouging out their ears.

At this time, someone on the city wall shouted: "Buddha light, there is Buddha light in the west......"

The soldiers under the city wall subconsciously clenched their spears and looked into the distance vigilantly, and after a few seconds, they saw the golden light of the Buddha rising from the west.

It's like the rising sun...... No, purer and more affinable than sunlight.

Unconsciously, they let go of the spears they were holding tightly and raised their eyes to the pure Buddha light, their eyes pious and gentle, as if their hearts had been cleansed.

The thousand households who defended the city bit the tip of their tongue hard, and the pain stimulated his brain, and he gained a brief lucidity as a way to fight against the "piety" in his heart.

He staggered away from the foolish soldier, grabbed the drum hammer, and struck it again and again.

Knock knock knock.........

The dull sound of drums spread throughout the four fields, reverberating in the hearts of the soldiers guarding the city and the hearts of the people in the eastern city.

..........

"It's coming!"

Xu Qi'an, who was raising his glass to toast, heard the whispers of the monk Shenshu in his mind.

It's coming, what's coming?

He was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized that the envoy group of the Buddha Gate had arrived.

Finally........ The Buddhism of the Western Regions has finally arrived in Beijing.

They came for the Sambo case, for the monk Shenshu.

The comers are not good.

He has been in this world for more than half a year, and he is about to come into contact with the Buddhist monks of the Western Regions for the first time.

The supervisor has shielded the sky for me, and the Buddhist monks should not be able to see through the existence of the Shenshu monk........ As the host of Sambo, I certainly can't avoid dealing with the monks........ I've heard that Buddhism has all kinds of weird powers, such as "his mind" and so on, if that's the case, can they hear my thoughts?

Xu Qi'an is like a great enemy.

............

PS: No, right?,Just glanced at the character card.,The little mare already has 6000+ refills?Hey,Don't be like this.,If it surpasses the male and female protagonists.,How do I do it at the starting point.。

This chapter is a little less, and to move on to the next plot, I have to think about it well, although there is a detailed outline.

Change first, then change.