Chapter 19: Sending Off Poem

Outside of Kyoto, Sheep Pavilion!

Several luxurious carriages were parked by the pavilion, the countryside was cold and windy, and the rolling hills were a light brown color.

The sun hung warmly, giving a hint of warmth not unlike Neko’s on an early winter’s day.

Ziyang Jushi of the Yunlu Academy, is going to be an official.

For the Cloud Deer Academy, which is declining in the official world, it is a great joy.

The academy’s gentlemen sang and sang, and the students rejoiced, all feeling that they had raised their eyebrows and that the day of their emergence was approaching.

In the pavilion, three old men were sitting opposite each other drinking tea, one of them was wearing a purple robe with frosty temples, he was the protagonist of this send-off.

Yang Gong, Ziqian, Ziyang Jushi, was a scholar in the 14th year of Yuanjing. In the following year, he returned to the Yunlu Academy to study, and in twenty-two years, he became a world-famous scholar.

He should have had a better future, and it would not have been a problem for him to join the cabinet and pay respect to the prime minister, but he left the officialdom at the peak of his career. The scholarly community was divided over this matter, with some saying that he had offended His Majesty and had to leave his post.

Some people say that he was offended by the first minister of the dynasty, the means is not as good as people, only gray roll cover roll people.

But anyway, twenty-two years later, he finally got out again. He traveled to Qingzhou to take up the post of Minister of Prefecture.

A real seal of approval.

The status of the other two was equally not low, not to mention their status in the Cloud Deer Academy, their reputation outside alone was not inferior to Ziyang Jushi.

Wearing a gray robe, a goat beard called Li Mu Bai, a big country player, once claimed to be the best in the world of chess, five years ago and Wei Yuan Wei Gong hand to talk about three games, all lost, angrily slammed the board, and since then no longer play chess.

The man in the blue robe is called Zhang Shen, a great master of the art of war, and his early book “The Six Treatises on the Art of War” is still a must-read publication for military officials and generals of the Dabong.

He was the only great master of the art of war in Dafeng who could be compared to Wei Yuan.

Outside the pavilion stood a group of schoolchildren who were seeing them off, all of whom were quite promising students from Yunlu Academy.

New Year’s Hsu is in the middle of it.

“Mr. Ziyang has finally come out of the mountains, if we can gain his appreciation, we will definitely have a prosperous official career in the future.” A familiar fellow student whispered, “Resignation, have you prepared your poem.”

My brother prepared it for me ….. And it is half a seven rhymes …. Xu New Year looked into the pavilion and faintly said, “Scribbling to prepare half a song, Uncle Yong, you are too utilitarian.”

Seven-line poems have a strict meter, which requires the number of words in the stanzas to be neatly organized, and consists of eight lines with seven words in each line, and every two lines are a couplet, making a total of four couplets.

Xu Qi’an gave him only two couplets. When Xu New Year asked after dinner, his cousin stammered and digressed, but he just wouldn’t give the last two couplets.

“This is not utilitarian, the sea of learning is the same as the sea of eunuchs, suffering as a boat, drilling as a pulp.” The good friend said, seems to know that Xu New Year is not good at poetry, so he did not ask more questions.

“Uncle Yong is right, and nowadays, the official culture is corrupt, the Xu officials are cooperating with the corrupt officials to fish and flesh the people, and there have been years of natural disasters, if you want to change the situation, you need to be more lively in your mind.” Another scholar participated in the conversation.

The scholar called Uncle Yong nodded and looked at Xu Xinxin, “You always say that poetry is a minor path, but no matter how well you do with your articles, who will remember you in a few decades? But poetry, it’s something that can be passed on.”

Poetry is a small way, can not rule the country, can not benefit the people, is attached to elegance ….. Xu Erlang just wanted to say so, considering that he is now preparing to please the old-timer with the small way of attaching to elegance, he swallowed his words back and gave a vague hmmm.

Uncle Yong looked at him in surprise that he didn’t lift a finger!

Li Mubai, a great power player, sighed, “Brother Yang, if you were half as luscious as they were back then, you wouldn’t have wasted more than twenty years.”

Ziyangju smiled.

“That’s not true,” Zhang Shen, a great master of military arts, lost his smile and sipped his tea, “Brother Yang is ambitious and is paving the way for the ‘Lifelong’ realm.”

Upon hearing this, Ziyang Jushi sighed tersely, “After all, he has been sidelined from the officialdom.”

“It’s not your problem, the gang from the State Prison won’t watch our Cloud Deer Academy turn over.”

“Hmph, a group of villains who only know how to pander to the top and bully the bottom, and play with power, and in less than two hundred years, they’ve scourged the world into this state.”

The matter involves a very interesting piece of history.

Confucianism originated from the sages, and the White Deer Academy, as an academy started by a great disciple of the sages, prided itself on the orthodoxy of Confucianism. This is also true in fact.

However, two hundred years ago, because of the incident of the dispute over the state capital, it was completely disliked by the emperor at that time.

Just in time, there was a traitor in the White Deer School, as the White Deer School itself thought.

That traitor was originally a teacher of the White Deer Academy, took the opportunity to set up his own school, to ‘save the reason of heaven and extinguish the desire of man’ concept to please the emperor, in the emperor’s support to set up the State Council, become a generation of masters.

After that, the State Prison replaced the Yunlu Academy as the main delivery institution for court officials.

The dispute over Confucian orthodoxy thus continued for two hundred years.

Ziyang Jushi said in a deep voice, “I’m going here to open up the territory for the White Deer Academy and lay the foundation of the officialdom, but if you want to revitalize the academy’s past elegance, I’m not enough on my own, and it needs us to work together, and it needs even more outstanding young people.”

Li Mu Bai and Zhang Shen looked at each other and smiled, the latter twisted his head, looking at the scholars outside the pavilion, “Is there anyone who would like to compose a poem to send off Ziyang Jushi?”

“Chanting poems has to be colorful, otherwise it’s no fun.” Ziyang Jushi took off a purple jade from his waist, “Those who win the first prize will receive a jade pendant.”

The jade pendant’s purple light flowed, divine and extraordinary.

The eyes of the scholars outside the pavilion lit up in unison, the jade pendant accompanying the great scholar was baptized by talent and contained magic within, if they were able to obtain it, it would definitely be of great benefit.

At the same time, there is a deeper layer of significance for Ziyangjushi’s use of purple jade as a colorful symbol.

Elder s belongings are only given to juniors and students, that is to say, after taking this jade pendant, little old brother, you are my person …. My student now.

“The student would like to compose a poem to send off Ziyang Jushi.” An upright scholar in a green colored Confucian shirt with a jade pendant around his waist stepped out and arched his hand towards the three great scholars in the pavilion.

Li Mubai laughed and said, “This is my student Zhu Xuanzhi, quite a bit of poetic talent.”

Ziyang Jushi smiled and nodded.

After the scholar named Zhu Xuanzhi recited his farewell poem, the smile on Ziyang Jushi’s face grew deeper and deeper, obviously very satisfied.

“Not bad.” Zhang Shen, a great man of military law, praised him without much comment; the two great scholars present were both more talented in poetry than him.

But a good start doesn’t necessarily have a good finish, and the next scene can probably be described as a dogfight.

The latter verse is poor and barely passable.

Li Mubai lamented: “Since the State Council re-collected the annotations for the saints’ canonical books, and stored heavenly principles to eliminate human desires, the world’s scholars can only be stuck in the classics, buried in the words and chapters. Over time, they have fallen into the ‘shackles of the rhetoric, detached from the tedious’ situation can not be extricated. Articles and poems are no longer spiritual.”

It was painful to say the least.

This is why Confucianism has started to weaken in recent times, and going back two hundred years, Confucianism is famous for saying that Buddhism is great, Taoism is awesome, and short of that, warlocks are good too. The alternative parasitic sorcerers are also very spiritual and worthy of praise …. Oh, coarse martial artists please get out, this is a gathering of the civilized. By the way, take the demonic deviants with you. The rest of you here are, with all due respect, trash!

Confucianism was such a hang-up in the beginning.

Now what?

All the major cultivation systems: what’s with the fertilizer, little old me?

Confucianism shudders: mmp.

Ziyang Jushi sighed, “That’s all, let’s not mention this. All the scholars, who else is willing to compose a poem?”

No one was there in the middle of the day.

Zhu Xiezhi stared at the purple jade, his eyes blazing, feeling that this was his bag.

“Sir, I have a poem.” Xu New Year walked out of the crowd and came to the side of the pavilion.

He was purposely silent until now, he was low-key and humble and did not want to embarrass his fellow students by throwing out good poems too early. Definitely not half related to the fact that he had once mouthed fenghuang to each other with Zhu Xiezhi.