Nightwatcher

The three great scholars did not answer tacitly, but exchanged glances with each other.

Upon seeing this, Director Zhao Shou reached out to take the folded rice paper and unfolded it slowly. Then he fell into a long silence.

Sensing Zhao Shou's abnormality, Zhang Shen asked tentatively, "Dean?"

But the dean ignored him, murmured in a low voice, and fell into a certain emotion, which he couldn't get rid of temporarily.

After a while, Zhao Shou caressed his beard and smiled: "Good poem! I want to engrave this poem on the Yasheng Temple with my own hands, and make it a part of Yunlu Academy. In the future, future generations will look back on this history. enough.

"The three of you come to my Yaju to drink tonight, let's drink until dawn."

The three great Confucians found it inconceivable that the dean Zhao Shou, as the leader of Confucianism today, would lose his composure so much because of a poem.

Even for the amazing masterpieces such as "Dark Fragrance Floating Moon Dusk" and "Full Boat Full of Clear Dreams Over the Galaxy", the director only praised them with a smile.

"Look for yourselves!" Zhao Shou handed over the paper.

Zhang Shen took it and watched it together with the two great scholars. The expressions of the three of them suddenly froze, just like Zhao Shou before, immersed in a certain emotion, unable to get rid of it for a long time.

"The road is difficult, the road is difficult, and there are many divergent roads. Today is safe. When the wind and the waves break, there will be times when the clouds and sails will be hung directly to help the sea." Li Mubai suddenly burst into tears, and said sadly:

"This poem is about our Yunlu Academy."

Zhang Shen and Chen Tai, two great scholars clenched their fists, they understood why the dean lost his composure, Li Mubai was right, this poem was written for Yunlu Academy.

Looking back on the two hundred years since the establishment of Guozijian, Yunlu Academy has entered the darkest era in history.

Stopping the cup and throwing the chopsticks can't eat, draw the sword and look around in a daze!

And these last two sentences are simply a stroke of genius, which made several great Confucian scholars feel proud and excited.

The greatest charm of poetry is empathy, which completely touched the hearts of Dean Zhao Shou and the three great scholars.

"Dean"

Zhang Shen coughed, got rid of the turbulent emotions, and said in a low voice: "Xu Cijiu is my disciple, and I taught him so hard."

"Sincerely, you have worked hard, you have worked hard." Zhao Shou said comfortingly.

"Cultivating talents for the academy, I, Zhang Jinyan, have an inescapable responsibility, so why bother?" Zhang Shen said righteously:

"However, I have a small request that I hope the dean can meet."

Chen Tai and Li Mubai immediately became vigilant.

Zhao Shouwen said, "What request?"

"When you engrave the poem by yourself, remember to write a few small characters after the signature of the old man: Teacher Zhang Shen, words with caution, from Jingzhou."

Before Zhao Shou could answer, Chen Tai and Li Mubai said first, "I object!"

Zhang Shen was furious: "What do you care about the poems written by my students, it's your turn to object?"

"Shit!"

The two great Confucian scholars blew their beards and stared at each other, and said unceremoniously: "You have no idea what level your students are? Who wrote this poem, do you dare to say that you don't know?"

Of course Zhang Shen knew that Xu Cijiu was his student, and a teacher knew better than anyone how much his students were.

As for how Xu Cijiu guessed the right question, Zhang Shen's idea was that Xu Qi'an asked Wei Yuan for help.

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A question mark flashed in Zhao Shou's heart, and he waved his hand to cut off the hearing of the students reporting to him, and said in a deep voice, "What did you just say? Isn't this poem written by Xu Cijiu?"

Chen Tai snorted: "Xu Cijiu is good at strategy and theory, and his poems are mediocre, how can he make such an inspiring masterpiece."

Li Mubai continued: "It's not my student Xu Qi'an who did it."

"When did you become your student again?" Zhang Shen sneered and said, "That's also my student, so no matter how you write my name, it's correct."

The three great Confucians started chattering.

The dean Zhao Shou listened for a while, and probably understood that this poem was not written by Xu Cijiu, but by his cousin, who was praised by scholars as the top poet.

In this way, Xu Cijiu also cheated.

"By the way, what does our Huiyuan rule?" Zhao Shou asked.

Confucianism pays attention to character, and the higher the level of a great Confucian, the more attention is paid to the firmness of character. To put it bluntly, every great Confucian has a very high personality.

But this does not mean that all members of Confucianism are holy mother whores, unless the "fate" of the holy mother whores is established when setting up the fate, otherwise, the small details can be lost, and the problem is not big.

But cheating is no small matter.

"Governing the country and the art of war!" Zhang Shen said, he was originally a great Confucian known for his art of war.

Governing the country is a "skill" that every Confucian student must learn. On this basis, Confucian students can choose 1-2 major "courses".

Some students attended "Book of Rites", some students attended "The Doctrine of the Mean", and Xu Cijiu attended "The Art of War".

Zhao Shou nodded reassuringly when he heard this. If he is in charge of "The Art of War", then there is no problem and it will not affect his future promotion.

"You don't have to argue about a poem. I think that Xu Qi'an donated this poem to the academy through his cousin. This is the greatest reward for us," Zhao Shou said.

"What the dean said is true." The three great scholars said in unison.

Later, when I was looking for Xu Ning to have a banquet to ask for a masterpiece, the three great scholars thought at the same time.

In addition, they tacitly added in their hearts: Despicable villain Yang Gong!

The next day, Xu's mansion held a grand banquet for relatives and friends. According to Xu New Year's intention, the mansion divided three areas for three groups of guests: the front yard, the back yard, and the atrium.

The seats in the atrium were his classmates and friends, and it was inconvenient for outsiders to enter the backyard, so the seats were people of the same clan. In the front yard are Xu Ershu and Xu Qi'an's colleagues.

The three waves of guests were divided perfectly, drinking and bragging on their own, the scholar ignored the rude martial artist, and the martial artist ignored the scholar's pretentiousness.

"Erlang is worthy of being a scholar, and the arrangements are well-organized." Xu Qi'an accompanied his younger brother to toast everywhere, and sighed with emotion.

"Why didn't our teacher come to participate?" Xu Qi'an asked.

Xu Erlang drank a few cups of wine, his face turned reddish, breathed out, and he said helplessly, "The servant who delivered the invitation this morning brought back news that the teacher had a fight with two great scholars and was injured."

"Fighting again?" Xu Qian said with confidence, are all the scholars in Yunlu Academy so violent.

The two brothers diverted to the inner courtyard, where there were all clan members, and my aunt and second uncle stayed at the table to accompany the Xu clan members. A few full children were playing in the yard, envious of Xu's compound.

Xu Lingyin was ashamed to be with her little friends, she ate from start to finish, and would not move when she was beaten to death.

The members of the Xu clan were overjoyed. A while ago, Xu Dalang had just been ennobled, and Second Uncle Xu was awarded Huiyuan immediately afterward. This is a sign that the Xu family is about to rise.

While the younger generation is happy, they think more about relying on this big tree, and they may not be able to flourish in the future.

The happiness of the older generation was more pure, and the old tears said that the ancestors showed their spirits, and the Xu family was about to become a big family.

"Donkey bastard," a clan elder stood up, patted the back of Xu Pingzhi's hand, and said gratifiedly:

"Dalang and Erlang are able to become talents, you have contributed a lot. You have cultivated every article and martial arts. You are better than those masters. I happen to have a pair of grandchildren in my family. Erdan, how many years will you help me?"

Donkey Erdan is the second uncle's baby name, and Xu Qi'an's biological father's baby name is Donkey Dadan.

This title can also be called by the old people in the clan.

"Hahaha, okay, no problem, just send those two little brats, uncle." Xu Pingzhi felt complacent, a little flustered. He even felt that Xu Cijiu and Xu Ningyan's success was due to him.

You have a fart credit, you are obviously not a son of man Xu Pingzhi Xu Qi'an smiled and complained in his heart.

Dad really has no self-knowledge, you are just a vulgar martial artist, Xu Nian cursed in his heart.

In the area of ​​educating children, no one praised herself, which made her aunt feel very angry, but thinking of the holidays with her nephew in the past, she felt that if she stood up and asked for credit, she would definitely be scolded by her nephew.

Capital, Ximen.

The soldiers guarding the city suddenly heard a faint Sanskrit sound, as if it came from the sky.

A soldier dug his ears and found that the mantra was still echoing in his ears, "Hey, did you hear any strange sounds?"

As soon as he finished asking, he saw that the colleagues on the opposite side and beside him were also digging their ears.

At this time, someone shouted on the city wall: "Buddha's light, there is Buddha's light in the west..."

The soldiers under the city wall subconsciously clenched their spears and looked into the distance vigilantly. A few seconds later, they saw the golden Buddha's light rising from the west.

It's as if the sun is rising... no, it's purer and more intimate than the sun.

Unknowingly, they let go of the spears they were holding tightly, and raised their eyes to look at the pure Buddha light. Their eyes were pious and gentle, as if their hearts had been washed.

Qianhu, who was guarding the city, bit the tip of his tongue hard, the pain stimulated his brain, and gained a brief sobriety to fight against the "piety" in his heart.

He staggered and pushed away the soldiers who were looking around dazedly, grabbed the drum hammer, and hit it hard again and again.

boom boom boom

The muffled sound of drums spread throughout the wilderness, shaking the hearts of the guards and the people of Dongcheng.

"coming!"

Xu Qi'an, who was raising his glass to toast, heard the ravings of Monk Shenshu in his mind.

What's coming?

He was taken aback for a moment, then immediately realized that the envoys from the Buddhist sect had arrived.

Finally, the Buddhism of the Western Regions finally arrived in Beijing.

They came for the Sangbo case, for the monk Shenshu.

The visitor is not good.

He has been in this world for more than half a year, and he is about to meet the eminent monks of Buddhism in the Western Regions for the first time.

The supervisor has blocked the secrets for me. Buddhist monks should not be able to see through the existence of the monk Shenshu. As the organizer of Sangbo, I must not avoid dealing with monks. ’ or something, if that’s the case, can they hear my thoughts?

Xu Qi'an seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.

PS: No way, just looked at the character card, the little mare already has 6000+ refills? Hey, don't be like this, if it surpasses the hero and heroine, how should I be at the beginning.

This chapter is a little shorter, and I have to think carefully about the next plot, although there is a detailed outline.

Change first and then change.