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

"It should be him. The rich talent in calligraphy and painting contained in this poem. Only someone with a certain understanding of calligraphy and painting can write such a poem. If you say this person is not Fang Zhongyong, who is he?"

The rice paper used in the exams at Yan Sheng Academy is very special. It has been blessed by the talent of the current dean of the academy. After all candidates write their names, they will be hidden by the rice paper. The person marking the papers cannot see the candidates' names. This reduces some of the risk of fraud.

"That's true."

After hearing the old man's explanation, several other people were a little surprised, because in their opinion, a genius with such a high reputation like Fang Zhongyong should be selected by people from other academies, such as Zilu Academy, and they would be happy to accept Fang Zhongyong as one. Under the door.

"Ahem, everyone, you also know that although Fang Zhongyong is talented, his father Fangyuan is a rogue. If Fang Zhongyong's mother had not tried her best to stop him, I am afraid that this child would have been sent to a gambling house by his father. , but thanks to Fang Zhongyong’s uncle, who is a rich man, he took him to his side and let him study hard, otherwise we might not be able to see him. "

The old man said slowly, "It is precisely because Fang Zhongyong has such an experience that his character has some flaws, but this does not prevent him from becoming famous at the age of twelve. Now that he has arrived at our Yan Sheng Academy, if he is allowed to be like an ordinary child After studying for several years, I’m afraid his subsequent achievements will be even more immeasurable.”

Hearing this, several other old men also nodded.

"I'm talking about Ning Ping'an, why can such a genius appear in your examination room? But not here?" One of the old men complained.

Hearing this, Ning Ping'an smiled slightly and said to everyone: "This is nothing, look at it

"real?"

Several old men came over one after another and looked at the second poem:

"In the past, there was a crazy visitor who called me an immortal."

"The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods."

"From then on, the reputation became great and it spread all the time."

"The literary talent is extraordinary and its spread will be unparalleled."

After several old men read these lines of poetry, they were all shocked by the majestic momentum of the poetry. They all opened their eyes wide and stared at the pieces of rice paper, as if they wanted to read them from beginning to end. Just like a hole.

"This one is even more terrifying."

Ning Ping'an slowly picked up a quill, looked at the poem on the second piece of rice paper, and said: "You see, the talent contained in this poem is even more terrifying than Fang Zhongyong's. This is already a return to nature. ”

"Return to nature? Ning Ping'an, did you get it wrong? This poem was obviously written by a great talent. How does it look like returning to nature?" One of the old men said unconvinced.

Ning Ping'an smiled softly and shook his head, "Look carefully, although the talent contained in this poem is majestic, it does not lose its delicacy. Every word and word seems to have been carefully polished, and you Look at the artistic conception of this poem, does it feel familiar? "

After Ning Ping'an's reminder, a figure in white appeared in everyone's minds. He was a mad man who was so arrogant that he wanted to fight with the sky and the earth. He was a person who tried to subvert the rules of the entire world.

"Does this poem describe that person?" One of the old men said in surprise.

"It should be right. Who else can be worthy of the words 'The pen falls in the storm and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods'? Who else but that person?"

Ning Ping'an slowly put down the quill in his hand and sighed slowly: "If I guess correctly, the person who wrote this poem should be his son."

"His son???" The faces of several old men were full of shock. One of them looked at Ning Ping'an in confusion and said, "I said, Old Ning, are you confused? His son is not the number one dude in Daliang. Is it a blessing that such a person can recite the first sentence of "The Analects of Confucius"? Can he write such a poem?

Ning Ping'an also sighed and said: "I actually thought it was strange at first, but the appearance of that child is exactly the same as that of back then. Those eyes, the straight bridge of the nose, and the stubborn corners of the mouth, They all look exactly like him when he was young.”

"This..." After hearing Ning Ping'an's words, all the old men were shocked and speechless.

"How is this possible?" One of the old men couldn't accept this fact. In recent years, Zhongzhou has become the "biggest dude in the world". How could they allow such a person to take the academy examination?

"After he finished writing this poem, even the weather was affected. If I hadn't dispelled it, there would have been a storm." Ning Ping'an slowly picked up the rice paper in his hand and carefully of study.

Others present fell into a strange atmosphere, perhaps surprised by Ci Song's talent, or perhaps thinking of the arrogant man back then.

"Do you have any objections to this poem being ranked first in this preliminary test?" Ning Pingan turned around and asked everyone.

"This..." The old men looked at each other, and they all saw shock in each other's eyes.

After a moment, one of the old men spoke: "Ning Ping'an, you should know what our Zhongzhou City thinks of the 'number one dude in the world'. How can such a person become a student of our academy? What's more, he is still the son of a sinner. ?” “Yes, yes.” Several other old men also agreed.

Ning Ping'an sighed softly and said slowly: "Of course I know how the people in Zhongzhou City view him, but the poem he just wrote has proven his ability, even if his father is that Even though he is a crazy student, his talent cannot be wiped out.”

"Confucius advocated 'teaching without distinction', and Yan Sheng has been advocating this principle throughout his life. As teachers of Yan Sheng's School, do we want to violate the righteousness of the saint?" Ning Ping'an looked at the crowd and said, "What's more, what if I If you really reject him, even if his father doesn't come in person, what should we do if the people around him come to seek justice for this child? "

Several old men were stunned after hearing this. They looked at each other and fell into silence.

"That's it. I guess there won't be any better answers than this in the next test paper. Maybe this kid just wants to be a man of letters like his father, so he writes in the image of his father. This poem is the best answer for this preliminary test.”

Seeing that everyone present no longer objected, Ningping Ping handed the rice paper to one of the old men, "I know you have concerns. Please show this to the dean. If he agrees, we will Just take this child."

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