"Xu Ci, my student, is well versed in the art of war, and is a material that can be made. "Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, introduced a sentence, he can't compose poetry.

This sentence pressed in my heart.

Zhang, everyone is a little strange, you don't know how to write poetry, what are you doing when you come out.

Zhu Huizhi, who thought that Ziyu was bound to win, heard the voice, first vigilant, and saw that it was Xu New Year, so he didn't take it seriously.

Just glanced at him.

has been classmates for several years, not to mention knowing the roots, but still have a number of strengths and weaknesses for each other.

Xu Xinnian is outstanding in strategy and theory, and he is also accomplished in the art of war, so it is difficult for poetry to be elegant.

The jade pendant is still mine.

The eyes of the students fell on Xu Xinnian, he enjoyed the gaze of everyone, his expression revealed no one in his eyes, and looked at the sun hanging in the sky:

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight. ”

Li Mubai, a big hand, stroked his beard, this sentence is just a simple description of the scenery, but his open mind jumps on the page.

"The north wind blows geese and snow. ”

It's winter now, and the snow hasn't come yet, but it's not far away, which is not an exaggeration.

At dusk, the snow is falling, and in the north wind howling, seeing the wild geese in the distant sky, the picture sense comes out.

These two sentences are very well rendered, which fits the send-off.

Zhang Shen was extremely surprised, and carefully examined Xu Xinnian, with the level of poetry of his student, these two seven sentences must be painstakingly worked. If you can maintain the standard, you can't say that you can't compete with Zhu Huiyi.

The three respected Confucians, the Ziyang monks with the highest level of poetry chewed two lines of poetry, and their mood was inexplicably a little stunned.

Thousands of miles, dusk, north wind, lonely geese, snow falling.... outlines a bleak picture of Xiao Suo.

He was not a man, but a degraded person.

However, it really hit the verve.

This time he seemed to be reused by the imperial court and granted authority. But the forces from Guozijian will watch him rise to prominence?

Will he be allowed to lay the foundation for White Deer Academy in officialdom?

This trip to Qingzhou is actually an uncertain future and a bleak future.

Suddenly, Xu Xinnian opened his arms, and his handsome face was as flawless and delicate as jade in the warm sunlight.

He raised his arms, looked directly at the Ziyang monk, and spit out the last two sentences loudly:

"Don't worry about the road ahead. ”

"No one in the world knows you. ”

Inside and outside the pavilion, there was instant silence.

Oh, everyone present had goosebumps.

Zhu Huizhi turned his head stiffly a little bit, and looked at Xu Xinnian who stood proudly in a daze.

"Don't worry about the road ahead without knowing yourself, no one in the world knows you. Li Mubai high-fived excitedly: "Absolutely!"

The first two sentences reveal a sad atmosphere, and the last two sentences turn around, which makes people suddenly enlightened and inspiring.

Zhang Shenshen looked at Xu Xinnian and was silent.

The Ziyang monk, who is a good poet, is still trapped in the artistic conception of this seven-character quatrain at this moment, and his heart is shaking.

"Good poetry, good poetry...," he muttered.

"Why is it only half a que?" Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, couldn't help but ask when he saw that his students did not continue to chant.

...... The corners of Xu Xinnian's mouth twitched: "This poem is only half a que." ”

Only half a que?!

The eyes of the scholars present immediately widened, and it was difficult to accept such words. How can anyone write poetry and write half of it, is this still a human being?

"It's okay, it's okay, Banque is already shocked. Ziyang Jushi calmed down his emotions and smiled profoundly, "Xu Ci, this poem, can it have a name?"

"Nope!"

Xu Xinnian remained arrogant, but he really didn't know how to explain it. Only by maintaining a lonely posture can people stop asking.

"Don't worry," Ziyang Jushi's smile widened, "This poem is for me, right?"

Xu Xinnian nodded.

"It's better for the old man to think of one for you. ”

Li Mubai, a great master, and Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, suddenly understood his intentions, and their hearts were like lemons.

"How about calling it "Sheep Pavilion Sending Yang Gongzhi Qingzhou"?"

"It's okay!" Xu Xinnian subconsciously said arrogantly, and then noticed that his attitude lacked respect, and added: "It's all up to Mr. ”

"Shameless old thief. ”

"Humph!"

The two great Confucians were even more sour.

"This is creation. The Ziyang monk laughed loudly, and proudly waved at the two of them.

Now that the poetry is weakened, this poem will definitely cause a sensation in Confucianism and be sung by students all over the world.

The reputation of the Ziyang monk will also rise with the tide, and the key is that his operation is equivalent to binding his name to this poem.

If this poem becomes a work of hand-me-down, the name of the Ziyang monk will also be passed down through the ages.

It is very possible that such a masterpiece will be passed down to the next generation.

In the eyes of the two Confucians, the most shameless thing is that Xu Xinnian gave the poet teacher as a student, and the name of the poem should not appear in the name, and it should be called by "word" or "number", and only peers or friends can write the name into the poem.

It can be seen that this thief is no longer cheeky in order to become famous.

What is the biggest dream of a scholar, to self-cultivation and rule the country and level the world? No, this is an ideal, not a dream.

For thousands of years, there has been only one dream of readers: to leave a name in history!

The two great Confucians are going to be jealous of the quality wall separated.

As a teacher, Zhang Shen realized that this poem may not have been written by his students, but he did not debunk it, and the students' ability to get the favor of Ziyang monks is his own creation. I am also happy to be a teacher.

In the boiling discussion of the students, Xu Xinnian coughed and told the truth: "Teacher, two gentlemen, this poem is not written by me, there are others." ”

The discussion ceased.

The expressions of the three great Confucians were different, and Zhang Shen suddenly showed such an expression.

Li Mubai seemed to be taken aback, very surprised.

Ziyang Jushi reacted the most, stepped across the first two parts, and eagerly asked: "Who is it? Is it a student of our academy? Is it here?"

His eyes swept over Xu New Year, searching among the students.

"It's my brother!" Xu Xinnian raised his chin slightly, maintaining a proud posture.

The silent student began to talk again:

"Brother Xu said goodbye?"

"Where did you study, why haven't you heard of this person. ”

"Uh... If I'm not mistaken, Xu Cijiu seems to be the eldest son?"

"Say goodbye to the old, your brother's surname is high, who is the teacher.... Oh, you say, we don't know anything about this kind of poetry. ”

The students were in a hurry.

The three great Confucians also looked at Xu Xinnian.

It's not good, I've been influenced by the rough daddy, I shouldn't have said the rough guy.... Looking at the students with fiery eyes, Xu Xinnian suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.

Everything is inferior, only reading is high, it can be seen that the reader is proud, and so is Xu Xinnian himself.

The readers of Yunlu Academy are even more proud.

If Xu Qi'an is also a scholar, they will admire and admire, but if everyone knows that he is just a servant, he will have negative emotions.

A low-ranking errand can also write the Seven Laws of Excellence, where do we put our faces?

Xu Xinnian stubbornly said: "Brother.... Studying the classics hard at home, not in Yunlu Academy, nor in Guozijian, he, he has a weak personality, he doesn't like fame, he doesn't like merit, he just wants to be poor. ”

is so virtuous, it is simply a model for my generation, which is admirable.... The students of Bailu Academy were shocked and felt a desire to make friends.

There was no accident in the first place, Ziyu gave Xu New Year, Ziyang Jushi said goodbye to everyone with a red face, felt that his thoughts were clear, and when he boarded the luxury carriage, he left a sentence meaningfully:

"Such a talent, you can't be dusty, pure, cautious, what do you think?"

The two Confucians didn't know if they really didn't understand, or pretended not to understand, and silently sent away the Ziyang monk, and when the carriage was far away, Li Mubai suddenly grabbed Xu Xinnian's hand and took him aside: "Say goodbye to the old, the old man suddenly has the heart to accept the apprentice, and today is simply fine, take me to meet your brother." ”

Zhang Shen was shocked and said loudly: "Say goodbye, if you worship under the old man's seat with your brother, it will not be a good story." ”

It doesn't matter if you write poetry or not, the main thing is that you don't want to bury such a talent.

If in the future, if you come across a poem that has been handed down to the world, such as "My Teacher Zhang Shen" and the like, it would also be excellent.

Li Mubai said unhappily: "The art of war is not the mainstream, and those who read must first learn the scriptures, general strategies, and self-cultivation." ”

"Heh, chess is the mainstream, and he is a person who can't afford to lose, and he has no victory in Wei Yuan's hands. Zhang Shen snorted coldly.

"Old thief, shut up, don't let Wei Yuan be in front of me. The old man has always cherished talents, and this student and old man have accepted it. ”

"Old horseman, do you cherish talents, you are a poet who is greedy for him. ”

"Shameless old thief, look at the old man's righteousness and shock you to death. ”

"It's as if the old man didn't. ”

Xu Xin's scalp was numb.

The students in the distance were shocked, and they didn't know what was going on, so the two Confucians quarreled with red faces, and even had a tendency to do it.