Nightwatcher

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

This sentence is pressed in my heart.

Everyone Zhang is a little strange, you don't know how to write poetry, so what are you doing out there.

Zhu Tuizhi, who thought that Ziyu was bound to be obtained, heard the voice, and first became vigilant, seeing that it was Xu New Year, he didn't take it seriously.

Just glanced at him.

We have been classmates for several years, not to mention knowing the basics, but we still know each other's strengths and weaknesses.

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

The jade pendant is still mine.

The eyes of the students fell on Xu Xinian. He enjoyed everyone's attention, and looked at the sun hanging in the sky with a look of contempt:

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun."

Li Mubai nodded his head and stroked his beard, this sentence was just a simple description of the scenery, but his broad mind was clearly on the paper.

"The north wind blows geese and snow."

Now is the winter season, the snow has not yet come, but it is not far away, this sentence is not an exaggeration.

At dusk and dusk, heavy snow fell, and in the howling north wind, seeing wild geese in the distance, the sense of the picture came out immediately.

The background rendering of these two sentences is very good, which fits this farewell.

Zhang Shen was extremely surprised, carefully examined Xu Nian, and with his student's level of poetry, these two lines must have been painstakingly written. If he can maintain his standard, he might not be able to compete with Zhu Tui.

Among the three highly respected Confucian scholars, Layman Ziyang, who had the highest level of poetry, chewed on two lines of poetry, feeling a little sad for no reason.

Qianli, Dusk, Beifeng, Lone Wild Goose, and Xueluo all sketched a desolate and desolate picture.

He didn't become an official, but seemed to be demoted.

However, it really struck a chord.

This time as an official, it seems that he was reused by the court and granted authority. But the faction from the Imperial Academy will just watch him rise to the top?

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

Going to Qingzhou now, the future is actually uncertain, and the road ahead is bleak.

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

He raised his arms, looked directly at Layman Ziyang, and uttered the last two sentences loudly:

"Mochou has no confidant in the future."

"No one in the world knows you."

Inside and outside the pavilion, there was instant silence.

In a short while, everyone present had goose bumps all over their bodies.

Zhu Tuizhi turned his head stiffly little by little, staring blankly at Xu Nian who stood proudly.

"Mochou has no confidant in the future, and no one in the world knows the king." Li Mubai clapped his hands excitedly: "Definitely!"

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

Zhang Shen looked at Xu New Year and fell silent.

Layman Ziyang, who is good at poetry, is still caught in the artistic conception of this seven-character quatrain at this moment, his heart is shaking.

"Good poetry, good poetry," he murmured.

"Why is there only half a que?" Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, couldn't help asking when he saw that his students didn't continue to chant.

The corner of Xu Xinian's mouth twitched: "This poem is only half-queen."

Only half Que? !

The scholars present immediately widened their eyes, unable to accept such words. How can anyone who writes half a poem, is this still a human being?

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Ban Que is astonished as a heavenly man." Layman Ziyang calmed down and smiled deeply, "Xu Bijiu, does this poem have a name?"

"No!"

Xu Nian remained arrogant, but he really didn't know how to explain it. Only by maintaining an aloof attitude can people stop asking questions.

"Don't worry, don't worry," Layman Ziyang's smile widened, "This poem is to see me off, right?"

Xu New Year nodded.

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

Li Mubai, a master of the great power, and Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, suddenly understood his intentions, as if they had lemons in their hearts.

"Then how about calling it "Yang Gong's Qingzhou at the Sheep Pavilion"?"

"It's okay!" Xu Nian subconsciously said arrogantly, and then realized that his attitude was not respectful, and added: "It's all up to the master."

"Shameless old thief."

"snort!"

The two great scholars became even more sour.

"This is good fortune." Layman Ziyang laughed loudly, bowing to the two triumphantly.

Now that the poems are weak, if this poem spreads out, it will definitely cause a sensation among scholars and be sung by scholars all over the world.

Layman Ziyang's reputation will also rise with the tide, the key is that his operation is equivalent to binding his name to this poem.

If this poem becomes a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, the name of Layman Ziyang will also be passed down through the ages.

It is very possible that such masterpieces will be handed down to the world.

In the eyes of the two great Confucians, the most shameless thing is that Xu Xinian presented a poem to his teacher as a student. There should be no taboo in the title of the poem. Write the name into the poem.

It can be seen that this thief has no shame in order to become famous.

What is the greatest dream of a scholar, self-cultivation, governance of the country and peace of the world? No, this is an ideal, not a dream.

For thousands of years, scholars have only one greatest dream: to leave a name in history!

The two great Confucianists were about to part with jealousy.

As a teacher, Zhang Shen realized that this poem might not have been written by his students, but he did not expose it. It was his own good luck that the students were favored by Lay Ziyang. I am also happy to be a teacher.

Amidst the ebullient discussions among the students, Xu Nian coughed and told the truth: "Teacher, gentlemen, this poem was not written by me, but someone else."

The discussion stopped for a moment.

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

Li Mubai seemed taken aback, quite surprised.

Layman Ziyang reacted the most. He crossed the first two parts and asked eagerly, "Who is it? Is it a student of our academy? Is it here?"

He glanced at Xu Xinian and searched among the students.

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

The silent students began to discuss again:

"Xu Cijiu's elder brother?"

"Where do you study, why haven't you heard of this character?"

"If I remember correctly, Xu Cijiu seems to be the eldest son?"

"Farewell, your elder brother's surname is Gao, who did you study under? Oh, you said, we don't know anything about this kind of poetic talent."

The students are in a hurry.

The three great scholars also looked at Xu Xinnian.

No, I was influenced by the rough old man. I shouldn't have told the rough old man. Looking at the students with fiery eyes, Xu New Year suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.

All things are inferior, but reading is high. It can be seen that scholars are proud, and so is Xu Xinian himself.

The scholars of Yunlu Academy are even more proud.

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

A low-ranking servant can also write the top-notch Qilu, where should we put our face?

Xu Nian bite the bullet: "My brother is studying classics at home, not in Yunlu Academy, nor in the Imperial College. He, he has a dull and uncontested personality. He doesn't like fame or achievements. He only wants to be famous and poor."

To be so virtuous, he is simply a role model for my generation, which shocked the students of Bailu Academy who admired him, and they became friends with each other.

There was no accident in the top spot, Ziyu was given to Xu New Year, Ziyang Layman bid farewell to everyone with a red face, feeling that he had a clear idea, and when he boarded the luxurious carriage, he left a meaningful sentence:

"Such a great talent, can't be as bright as a pearl, Chun Jing, be honest, what do you think?"

The two great Confucians didn't know if they really didn't understand, or they pretended not to understand, and silently sent Lay Ziyang away. When the carriage was gone, Li Mubai suddenly grabbed Xu Xinian's hand and took him aside: "Farewell to the old man!" , the old man suddenly became interested in accepting disciples, so he has nothing to do today and took me to meet your elder brother."

Zhang Shen turned pale with shock, and said: "Farewell to the old days, if you worship under the old man's seat with your elder brother, it might not be a good story."

It doesn't matter whether he writes poetry or not, the main thing is that he doesn't want to bury such a talent.

It would be great if a master in the future gets a poem handed down by chance, such as "My Teacher Zhang Shen".

Li Mubai said displeased: "The art of war is not the mainstream. A scholar should first learn the classics, understand the theory of strategy, and cultivate himself."

"Heh, the way of chess is the mainstream? And he is a person who can't afford to lose. He has no victories in Wei Yuan's hands." Zhang Shen snorted coldly.

"Old thief, shut up, don't mention Wei Yuan in front of me. This old man always cherishes talents, and this student is accepted by this old man."

"Old man, are you cherishing talents, are you greedy for his poetic talents?"

"Shameless old thief, seeing this old man's upright breath will shock you to death."

"It seems that the old man doesn't have one."

Xu New Year's scalp was numb.

The students in the distance turned pale with fright. They didn't know what was going on, and the two great scholars began to quarrel with red faces, and even had the tendency to fight.