Confucian and Taoist scholar

After Qin Wenlin finished speaking, many people in the Liao state became happy and seized this opportunity to issue a just denunciation.

"Jun Yunqi, it's in vain that we respect you as the literary monarch of our human race, but we didn't expect you to be so presumptuous. Just because you want to comment on the poems that have been spread all over the world? Who do you think you are?"

A young Jinshi from the Liao Kingdom spoke triumphantly, looking at Du Ning with eyes full of contempt and disdain. He did not take Du Ning seriously at all.

"Well said! Only a half-sage is qualified to comment on the works spread all over the world. How can I allow you, a great scholar, to comment on it? Ridiculous! Are you qualified for this?"

"I didn't expect that Du Jun, as a civilized monarch of the human race, would be so ignorant of etiquette. He is simply called a civilized monarch in vain."

"If Du Jun were to be canonized and comment on the poems that were transmitted to the world, I would have nothing to say. However, you are obviously not qualified to comment on the poems that have been transmitted to the world!"

Many people in the Liao Kingdom stood on the moral high ground and scolded Du Ning.

Many Yun people present were immediately angry and wanted to refute, but found it difficult for them to refute the words of those Liao people, because as those Liao people said, only semi-sages can comment on the world's poems. As a great scholar, Du Ning not only commented on

Not qualified, and very disrespectful.

"What nonsense!"

Hong Li said: "Yunqi Jun is the master of the apricot altar of Lanzhou Academy of Literature and a semi-saint teacher. How can he not be qualified to comment on poetry spread all over the world?"

Qin Wenlin said contemptuously: "Of course Yunqijun is the master of Xingtan. We do not deny this. But now, Yunqijun does not preach in Xingtan, but participates in the literary society in the name of a scholar. As long as he is above the literary society

, Mr. Yunqi is a scholar with the same status as us. As a scholar of Confucianism, how can he evaluate the poetry and prose spread across the world?"

"You..."

Hong Li looked ugly and didn't know how to refute for a while.

Qin Wenlin smiled slightly and did not say anything more. It was not that he was unwilling to say it, but that he did not bother to say it anymore.

Qin Yingkong, who was next to him, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, glanced at Hong Li lightly, and sneered with great disdain, looking down on Hong Li from the bottom of his heart.

"Ridiculous! Who said I am not qualified to comment on this poem?"

Du Ning glanced over, with a bit of coldness on his face.

"I'm here!" Qin Wenlin said without hesitation.

"Me!" Qin Yingkong immediately agreed.

"And me!"

"Me too!" Others spoke one after another.

At this moment, many people in the Liao people expressed their opinions that Du Ning was not qualified to comment on Zhang Shisong's poems. Not only that, they looked at Du Ning with expressions full of ridicule and disdain.

The students of the Yun Kingdom were very unhappy. It didn't matter that they were aggrieved, but they absolutely could not tolerate the people of the Liao Kingdom despising Du Ning. After all, Du Ning was from the Yun Kingdom, and he was a human king who came out of the Yun Kingdom. If even Du Ning was treated by the Liao Kingdom,

The people of the country despise them, so where do they put these students from the Yun Kingdom?

Du Ning said calmly: "It's just a poem that has been passed down to the world. It's not like I haven't written it before. Have you read "Out of the Fortress"? When students from the Ke family in the Liao Kingdom came to Suzhou in the Yun Kingdom to fight, I wrote "Out of the Fortress".

"War Poems Chuan Tianxia" defeats the students of the Ke family. As a person who can write "War Poems Chuan Tianxia", do you think I am not qualified to comment on Mr. Zhang Shisong's "Zhuan Tianxia Poems?"

Qin Wenlin's expression changed greatly, Qin Yingkong's expression changed greatly, and the expressions of many Liao people present also changed greatly.

Du Ning's words caught these Liao people off guard.

They only knew that the great Confucian scholars were not qualified to comment on the poems of Chuan Tian Xia. They forgot for a while that Du Ning was also the one who wrote the poems of Chuan Tian Xia. He even wrote an article of Chuan Tian Xia. It was more than enough to comment on the poems of Chuan Tian Xia. How could it be said that Du Ning was not qualified to comment on the poems of Chuan Tian Xia?

Qualifications?

From this point of view, those Liao talents who say that Du Ning is not qualified to evaluate the poetry and prose that spread to the world are truly rude and truly unqualified!

Fan Ruxian said loudly: "Yunqijun is right! If it were another great Confucian, he would naturally not be qualified to comment on Chuantianxia poems, but Yunqijun himself had written Chuantianxia poems. Not only that, when he took part in the imperial examination in Yun State

He has also written articles that have been handed down from generation to generation, so how can he not be qualified to comment on Mr. Zhang Shisong’s poems? If he doesn’t even have this qualification, those semi-saints may not have this qualification either.”

"Well said! You said that Mr. Yunqi is not qualified to comment, so he is not qualified to comment? Why? Can you deny Mr. Yunqi with just your mouth? But it's ridiculous. Who do you think you are?" Ding Weibu

Be polite.

"Presumptuous!"

Many Liao people were furious and roared hysterically. They couldn't bear that Ding Wei actually said such words to them. This was simply a great shame and humiliation!

"You are so presumptuous! Where is this place? This is the Lanzhou Academy of Literature, my apricot altar holy land, how can you roar!"

Du Ning suddenly slapped the table, stretched out his hand and pointed at the scholars of Liao Kingdom and said: "Since you look down on me, I will not make things difficult for you. I will give you thirty breaths to get out of the academy. I will not tolerate it in my apricot forum."

You young people are running wild here. If you don’t leave after thirty breaths, then you don’t have to leave.”

As soon as the words fell, the breath in the sky suddenly became cold.

Those scholars in the Liao Kingdom suddenly felt as if there was an invisible knife hanging on their necks, which could kill them on the spot anytime and anywhere.

Wenjun's wrath!

Many people from Lanzhou who were sitting on their seats stood up, many students from the Yun Kingdom stood up, and a large number of people stood up. They all looked at the Liao people, and some even opened their mouths, with sword lights flashing in their mouths, as if

There is no need for Du Ning to give orders. As soon as thirty breaths have passed, those sword rays will all come out to kill, leaving those scholars from the Liao Kingdom to stay here forever.

Seeing this scene, those Liao people were finally afraid. They might believe that Du Ning, as Wenjun, would not take action personally, but Du Ning's students would not hesitate to be such a villain, not to mention that this was still in Du Ning's apricot.

In the land of the altar, even if Du Ning personally kills some people, I am afraid that the Holy Court will only turn a blind eye.

Qin Yingkong shut his mouth and did not dare to talk nonsense anymore.

Qin Wenlin held up his hand to Du Ning and said, "Du Jun, calm down, this matter..."

"Twenty-five breaths left!" Du Ning reminded.

"You..."

Qin Wenlin was so angry that he almost burst out of his lungs. Even a saint would not interrupt a great scholar for no reason, but Du Ning interrupted loudly. This simply did not take him, a great scholar of the Qin family, seriously.

They didn’t take the Qin family of Liao State seriously.

"Hmph! Mr. Yunqi is so majestic. In front of scholars from other countries, he actually humiliated us Liao people. Anyway, since Mr. Yunqi looks down on us, let's just leave!" After a Liao man finished speaking,

Then he angrily walked outside the literary college.