Speaking of which, the Confucian method of cultivating the spirit of Haoran has not been handed down for a long time, but it was created by a Confucian sage thousands of years ago, and it has only been more than a thousand years.

In terms of the life of the monk, this was not a long time.

However, mortals have experienced changes in the sixties and seventies, especially in the past five hundred years, the strength of Confucianism has developed extremely rapidly, and some great Confucians have become chapters, and their strength is quite amazing, and they have been more and more valued by various countries.

After all, Confucianism has great advantages, it grows extremely fast, has a large range of cultivation, and consumes few resources.

The main disadvantage is that the life span is too short.

Therefore, many great Confucians have cultivated both Taoism and Buddhism, seeking new paths to break through the limits of lifespan.

Jiang Yunhe sat at the top, looking at the many Confucian students below, and many thoughts turned in his heart.

But those have nothing to do with him, and when the time comes, you have to pay attention to who among these people has any doubts, and maybe you can find those people who are demonsy.

The scholar below also paid a small amount of attention to him.

In just a few words, everyone knew that this was a monk, and his strength was not weak.

Most people are just curious.

There are also a few people who feel the crisis.

For example, the monk who played the piano who was noticed by Jiang Yunhe flashed a haze in his eyes.

Seeing Jiang Yunhe, he subconsciously felt that the other party was beating Ji Shize's idea.

The daughter of the king of the county, a real person, with such an identity, there are naturally many people who want to fight her idea.

Although the starting point was wrong, he was right, Jiang Yunhe's goal was also Ji Shize.

Jiang Yunhe sat and watched for a while, and then saw a group of maids placing a box on each person's side, which contained pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and immediately knew that the poetry meeting was about to begin.

"Every poetry meeting is a three-topic question, choose one, and this time is no exception. Ji Shize said with a smile. "This time, the two gentlemen will take one each, and I will take one, I guess you have no opinion, right?"

"Naturally, no. The students below immediately laughed.

This Lanyuan poetry club was originally run by Ji Shize, everyone came here to increase their knowledge and make friends, and secondly, to write good poems in this poetry club, and it is easy to become famous under word of mouth, and thirdly, there are excellent people, Ji Shize will recommend, and fourthly, the top three in each poetry meeting are given a lot of money.

As for the last point, everyone knows that Ji Shize likes poetry, and many people want to get close to her, maybe they can get into her eyes, so they will have to fight for 30 years.

No matter what era people are, they want to take shortcuts.

Jiang Yunhe didn't want to, not at all.

After a while, three topics came out, namely sword, fishing, and wild fun.

Ji Shize's topic is sword, which is somewhat unexpected.

Jiang Yunhe's heart moved a few times, as far as he knew, Ji Shize has always liked leisurely, wild, and comfortable poetry.

And the sword is a weapon of murder.

Although it does not meet her long-term preferences, Ji Shize may not have a reason for coming up with this topic.

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Yunhe felt that it was probably Ji Shize's murderous spirit and dissatisfaction.

It can make Ji Shize dissatisfied in his heart, but he is pressed in the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Yunhe felt that it was very likely to be an internal matter of the Ji family.

"Brother Jiang, are you interested in writing a poem as well?" Ji Shize turned his head and smiled at Jiang Yunhe.

Many monks are worthy of everyone in their skills in poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially Jiang Yunhe, who likes the way of poetry.

Jiang Yunhe smiled at each other, looked at Ji Shize, and looked at it calmly, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a trace of depression between your eyebrows.

"Jiang Daoyou looks at me like this, could it be that I have flowers on my face?" Ji Shize asked with a smile.

"Nature is a flower. Jiang Yunhe said with a smile.

Without waiting for Ji Shize to ask, he continued:

"Beautiful as a flower, smiling like a flower, like a flower like jade, a flower looks like a moon, and the moon is shy of flowers. ”

Jiang Yunhe blurted out a series of idioms, and finally said with regret: "When the words are used, there is little hatred." ”

Seeing Jiang Yunhe's regretful appearance, Ji Shize suddenly chuckled.

There are many people who flatter her, but the same words are said by different people with different effects.

Such as Jiang Yunhe, and Zhiyue, Su Xiaoxiao, who had scandals, and Zhuo Rumeng, who he saw with his own eyes, which one is not stunning?

And a series of idioms followed by a regretful expression, which does not seem frivolous at all.

Therefore, the words he said were particularly useful, and the knots between Ji Shize's eyebrows unfolded.

"Daoyou has a good reputation. Ji Shize said with a smile.

"Whether it is too famous, you know, I know, God knows, and the earth knows. Jiang Yunhe pointed at the other party and himself, and then pointed to the heaven and the earth, and said with a smile.

"Jiang Daoyou, can't we all be blind?" Ji Changyu said jokingly.

Ji Shize suddenly covered his mouth and chuckled.

The two sides already have their own thoughts and intentions to get acquainted, and Jiang Yunhe made a few jokes, and the two sides were a lot more cordial.

"But since you are invited, then I will give it a try. Jiang Yunhe closed his eyes and thought, since he guessed Ji Shize's thoughts, then this poem has eyebrows.

Although I am not very good at writing poetry, my level of copying poetry is still good.

Not far away, the man who played the piano before picked up the smiling appearance of Ji Shize and Jiang Yunhe, and his heart suddenly became unhappy.

It took a lot of thought for him to get close to Ji Shize, but the other party never smiled at him like this.

"Bastard!"

boasted that his appearance was not inferior to that monk surnamed Jiang, and he wasted so much effort, inquired about Ji Shize's preferences, and spent a lot of energy studying poetry and piano skills, and it took more than a year to get a little closer.

"Isn't it because I'm from a humble background? If it weren't for the fact that the sect was too weak to provide me with more resources, how could I spend so much effort to please you?"

The man's heart was depressed, and he simply closed his eyes, and it took a long time to calm himself down.

Anyway, you have to choose a question...... Is it written about "swords" or "wild fun"?

Although the sword is the subject of Ji Shize, Ji Shize has always liked wild fun, and it is easier to impress her if it is wild fun. What's more, I had already guessed that there would be such a topic, and I had been preparing for a long time.

"As long as I can suppress him in poetry......" The man saw at a glance that the clothes on Jiang Yunhe's body were not ordinary, and he was obviously from an extraordinary background, but as long as he could suppress him in poetry and could enter the eyes of the princess, he would have a chance.

In addition to him, there were several people with twinkling eyes and made up their minds to compete for the jackpot and give the guy a good look.

Those who can be here are confident in their own poetic attainments, and naturally they will not feel weaker than others.

......

The time for composing poems for everyone at the poetry meeting is two pillars of incense, that is, one hour.

However, most of the people had already prepared, and before a stick of incense was reached, several people sat there after writing it, their faces beaming.

Like the man who played the piano before, when he saw Jiang Yunhe sitting there with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, he immediately sneered in his heart.

What if you cultivate to a high level?

Writing poetry is no better than anything else.

There is less than a stick of incense time, three topics, I haven't started writing until now, I'm afraid I don't have much attainment, even if I write a poem in a hurry, how can I compare to how long I have been preparing for so long?

The thought of being able to step on this Qi Sea Cultivator's face for a while made him feel quite happy in his heart.

It wasn't until the time when the two pillars of incense were about to pass that Jiang Yunhe opened his eyes and walked around the paper with a pen and wrote a poem.

Everyone didn't care when they saw it, this kind of temporary rush to the end of the time limit, the general quality is not high, it can only be regarded as a number.

"The time has come. Less than half a cup of tea after Jiang Yunhe put down his pen, the second incense that had been lit before had also reached the end.

"I don't know who came first?" asked Ji Shize with a smile.

Everyone looked at each other a few times, and a Confucian said with a smile: "Then I'll throw bricks and lead the jade first." ”

"Since it's Brother Wanli who wants to attract jade, I won't throw it away. The Confucian student not far away suddenly smiled.

This person's name is Cheng Peng, the word is thousands of miles, and his reputation among the scholars of Yongcheng is not small.

There was a maid next to her who pinched the two corners of the paper with both hands and lifted it up and read word by word: "Sitting on the jade pan under the sun, the peach blossoms in the lake are artesian, the bamboo poles are endless, and I don't know who swallows my hook." ”①

"What a hook that I don't know how, Brother Wanli, a good poet. Everyone was immediately appreciative, and took the piece of paper and passed it around.

Yupantou is somewhere in this Yupan Lake, and there are peach blossoms along the coast, which have just bloomed not long after this time.

Especially the last sentence, which can be said to be the finishing touch.

This poem is a direct expression of fishing fun and can be regarded as a masterpiece.

When Cheng Wanli's poem came out, many people suddenly secretly said that it was not good, this pearl and jade were in front, and they couldn't take it out.

Suddenly looked at it with some resentment.

The poems of the next few people are really worse than Cheng Wanli.

It wasn't until the tenth person that another amazing poem about "wild fun" came out, but it was much worse than the previous one by Cheng Wanli.

Many people think that today's top spot is probably Cheng Wanli.

"I'm ugly. The twenty-third man, the man who played the piano before, said with a smile.

This person is called Jiao Zuo, with outstanding appearance, excellent piano skills, excellent poetry, and a monk, seeing him speak, even Ji Shize paid a lot of attention.

In fact, Ji Shize was already feeling a little tired at this time.

With her status as a Qi Sea Realm cultivator, she was naturally not physically tired, but just a little stuffy.

Originally, in the past two days, I was a little bored and disgusted by some things, so I used "sword" as the theme.

However, almost all of the people present are "fishing" and "wild fun", and only the two who write swords are also mediocre, and it is difficult to relieve the boredom in their hearts.

At this time, a few who gave up were removed, and there were few people left.

Seeing Jiao Zuo speak, Ji Shize's beautiful eyes suddenly looked over.

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(1) Changed from Tang, Chang Jian: Drama on the Lake