Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

While speaking, Bai Ye's eyes were also cast into the courtyard, "Junior Brother Ci, remember what I said, here, don't hide your talent, just go all out to show your talent."

As soon as the voice fell, Bai Ye's eyes also became dim and lost their spirit.

"Go all out to show? I'm afraid this tea mountain can't bear it." Ci Song murmured, and followed the gazes of several people to look into the courtyard again.

The next second, the scene in front of Ci Song changed again. This time, he found himself in the courtyard. Ci Song saw a middle-aged man in a green robe sitting on the main seat. In front of him was a huge tea stove. On the tea stove, a pot of clear tea was steaming.

"Literary luck soars to the sky, dragons and phoenixes sing in harmony, blessings and disasters depend on each other, such a talent, it's a pity." The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Ci Song and said.

"Who are you?"

"You can call me silent." The middle-aged man replied, "Looking at your chaotic six arts talents, I think you should be a person of miscellaneous ways."

"Miscellaneous ways?" Ci Song was slightly stunned. He had never heard of the word "miscellaneous ways".

"Besides the six arts, everything else is miscellaneous." The middle-aged man explained, "Three chances, if you can make the tea stove boil, you will pass the test."

After that, the middle-aged man closed his eyes and ignored Ci Song.

"Ah? That's all you said?"

Ci Song was confused. Why did this man only say half of what he said? How can he make the tea stove boil? I walked over and kicked the tea stove. It moved. Does it count?

Of course, Ci Song just complained in his heart.

"This test shouldn't be difficult. I'll copy a poem related to tea and try to see if it can resonate with it."

Soon, Ci Song thought of a pagoda poem that impressed him deeply in his childhood, which came from "One to Seven Words Poems·Tea" written by Tang poet Yuan Zhen. Then Ci Song recited it directly to the tea stove.

"Tea,

Fragrant leaves, tender buds.

Admire poets, love monks.

Grind and carve white jade, weave red gauze.

The pot boils yellow stamens, and the bowl turns the dusty flowers.

Invite the bright moon at night, and face the morning glow alone in the morning.

Wash away the tirelessness of ancient and modern people, and you will know how to boast after being drunk."

This one to seven-character poem, commonly known as the pagoda poem, is relatively rare in ancient Chinese poetry, which is one of the reasons why the Ci Song Dynasty was deeply impressed by it.

This pagoda poem by Yuan Zhen, like a senior tea grower, slowly expresses his deep feelings for tea.

First, he used the green nature of tea to bring out people's great love for tea. Every piece of tea is like a natural jade, exuding a fresh fragrance, like a gift from nature, which can make people feel comfortable and peaceful no matter when and where.

Then, Yuan Zhen talked about the brewing of tea and people's tea drinking customs. The process of brewing tea is like boiling a culture and a life.

The blending of water and tea leaves, and the rising heat, have also become a ritual and enjoyment in people's lives. Whether it is refreshing in the morning or relieving heat and thirst in the afternoon, tea has become an indispensable good partner for people.

As for the last sentence "Wash away the tiredness of ancient and modern people, and you will know how to boast after being drunk", it shows that tea can wash away the tiredness of ancient and modern people, so how can the drunkenness of tea not make people fall in love with it?

The ancients made friends with tea and expressed their feelings with tea. Every piece of tea leaves carried the emotions and wisdom of the ancients. And now, on this quiet tea mountain, Yuan Zhen's pagoda poem describes the word "tea" vividly.

Each word is like a note, spit out in the mouth of Ci Song, and each note is full of emotion and power. And the boiling tea, as if infected by the poems of Ci Song, keeps rolling, and the hot steam seems to form a magnificent picture scroll, which sets off the entire tea room with antique fragrance.

Just as Ci Song finished reciting the last word, the huge tea stove suddenly made a "puff" sound.

The lid of the pot at the top instantly flew into the air, revealing a huge space. In the space, crystal clear tea beads were constantly rolling, exuding waves of tempting aroma.

"It was so easy to ignite the tea stove?"

The green-robed man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the tea stove that was already boiling at this moment, his heart was full of horror.

He originally thought that Ci Song would take a long time to brew, after all, he only had three chances, but he didn't expect that Ci Song seemed to be prepared in advance, and he opened his mouth to compose a poem, and it was an extremely strange poem that was neither a poem nor a poem. . . Poem?

The green-robed man couldn't understand that the verses recited by Ci Song had exceeded his cognitive range. At least in the past thousands of years, there had been no such type of poems.

But he also heard the praise of tea in this poem. The description has a moving fragrance: fragrant leaves, a delicate shape: tender buds, quchen flowers, and vivid colors: "carved white jade, woven red gauze. Boiled in a pot with yellow stamens". When drinking tea, it should be accompanied by the bright moon at night and the morning glow before dawn. It is really enjoying a happy life like a fairy.

The green-robed man widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. It seems that this little boy can come here. It is indeed extraordinary.

Although he sat on the main seat, his mind was always wandering outside. The young man in front of him reminded him of a genius who also wrote in miscellaneous ways decades ago. That genius also opened his mouth to recite poems, and instantly caused the teapot to boil. That genius's cultivation at that time was higher than that of the young man in front of him. He was a scholar.

"First test, perfect pass." The slightly indifferent voice of the green-robed man reached Ci Song's ears.

"Ah? I thought it was over, but this is only the first test? Sir, how many tests are there in this test?" Ci Song asked curiously.

"Two tests in total. Second test, defeat me."

As soon as the words fell, the scene in front of Ci Song changed again. The two of them appeared in the vast grassland. The whole world was left with only the middle-aged man and Ci Song.

"You are a boy, so this test will be based on the boy."

He released a strong green talent, which was as precipitous as a thousand-year-old tree and as agile as rippling green waves. In his palm, there was a green long sword, which seemed to be carved from the most delicate jade, and the blade was flowing with a vigorous breath of life.

The long sword pointed to the sky, which was a blue and boundless sky. As if being pulled by some kind of force, the sky began to change, and a huge green dragon condensed like magic. The dragon's body was a hundred meters long, winding and agile.

The dragon's eyes are as big as wheels, revealing a sharp and deep light, as if it can see through all the secrets of the world. The dragon's claws are extremely sharp, like a blade that can tear everything apart, and the dragon's tail is as long as a whip, and the sound of breaking through the air echoes when it dances.

Ci Song looked at the giant dragon in front of him and was dumbfounded: "Ah?? You are so fierce, right?"

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