Chapter 20: Half of the Seven Rhythms Surprises the Great Scholar

“Xu Rui Lao, my student, deeply versed in the art of war, a promising talent.” Zhang Shen, a great man of the art of war, introduced himself as one who could not compose poetry.

The words were pressed into my heart.

Zhang everyone is a little strange, you do not know how to write poetry, venture out for what.

Zhu Retreat, who thought that Ziyu was a must-have, heard the voice and was first wary for a moment, but when he saw that it was Xu New Year, he didn’t take it seriously.

Just glanced at him.

After several years of study together, not to say that we know each other well, but we still have a number of each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

Xu New Year excelled in strategy and was accomplished in the art of war, but his poetry was hardly elegant.

The jade pendant is still mine.

The gazes of the scholars fell on Xu Xinxin, who enjoyed the attention of the crowd, his demeanor unobtrusive as he looked towards the sun that hung warmly in the sky:

“Thousands of yellow clouds and twilight.”

The great master Li Mu Bai nodded his head and stroked his beard, and this sentence is just a simple narrative of the scenery, but the open-mindedness leaps off the page.

“The north wind blows snow on the geese.”

It’s the beginning of winter and the snow isn’t here yet, but it’s not far off, and that’s not an exaggeration.

At sunset and dusk, the snow flies, in the north wind, see the distant sky broken geese, the sense of the picture came out at once.

The background of these two lines is nicely rendered and fits right in with this send-off.

Zhang Shen was extremely surprised, scrutinized Xu New Year, with his student’s level of poetry, these two lines of seven words, I think it must be a work of heart and soul. If you can maintain the standard, it is unlikely that you can compete with Zhu Xuezhi.

Of the three highly respected great scholars, Ziyang Jushi, who had the highest level of poetry, chewed on two lines of poetry, and his mood was inexplicably a bit despondent.

Thousands of miles, dusk, north wind, lonely geese, snow falling in droves …. The picture of depression and desolation is sketched out.

It’s not like he’s out of the service, it’s like he’s been demoted.

However, it really hit the mark.

This time out, it seems to be reused by the court, granting authority. But the gang of forces from the State Prison, will stand by and watch him rise through the ranks?

Would he be allowed to lay roots for the White Deer School in the official world?

This trip to Qingzhou is in fact an uncertain future and a long way ahead.

Suddenly, Xu New Year opened his arms, and his handsome face was flawless and delicate like beautiful jade in the warm sunlight.

He raised his arms, looked straight at the Violet Sun Jushi, and spat out the last two sentences in a loud voice:

“Much ado about nothing.”

“Who in the world doesn’t know you.”

Inside and outside the pavilion, there was instant silence.

In a moment, the crowd in the room had goosebumps.

Zhu Retreat Zhi stiffened a little and turned his head, staring blankly at Xu New Year who stood proudly.

“There is no one in the world who doesn’t know you.” Li Mubai cheered and high-fived, “Absolute!”

The first two lines reveal the sadness of the weather, and the last two lines turn around, making people clear and inspiring.

Zhang Shen Shen looked at Xu New Year and fell silent.

Ziyang Jushi, who was good at poetry, was still caught up in the mood of this seven-sentence stanza at the moment, and his heart was shaking.

“Great poem, great poem ….” He muttered.

“Why is it only half a que?” Seeing that his student did not continue chanting, Zhang Shen, a great master of military law, could not help but ask.

The corner of …… Xu New Year’s mouth twitched, “This poem is only half a poem.”

Only half a que?

The readers present immediately stared wide-eyed, finding it difficult to accept such words. What kind of person writes a poem in half, is this still a human being?

“No harm no foul, half a que is already astonishing.” Ziyang Jushi calmed his emotions and smiled profoundly, “Xu Rui Lao, this poem, does it have a name?”

“No!”

Xu New Year maintains a high and proud attitude, the commission does not know how to explain. Only by remaining aloof can people stop asking questions.

“No hurry, no hurry,” Ziyang Jushi’s smile widened instead, “this poem is a farewell for me, is that correct?”

Xu Xinxin nodded.

“Why don’t I think of one for you.”

The big country hand Li Mubai and the art of war everyone Zhang Shen suddenly understood his intention, heart cha lemon like.

“Then how about ‘Mianyang Pavilion Sends Yang Gong to Qingzhou’?” The hallowed scholar’s eyes were filled with anticipation.

“Not bad!” Xu New Year subconsciously made a haughty remark, then noticing the lack of respect in his attitude, he added, “It’s all up to you, sir.”

“Shameless old thief.”

“Hmph!”

The two great scholars were even more sour.

“This is creation.” Ziyang Jushi laughed aloud, proudly bowing towards the two others.

Nowadays, when poetry is in decline, this poem will be circulated, and it will certainly cause a sensation in Confucianism and be sung by all the scholars in the world.

Ziyang Jushi’s reputation would also rise with it, and the key was, with this maneuver, he was equivalent to binding his name to the poem.

If this poem becomes an heirloom, the name of Ziyang Jushi will also be passed down through the ages.

It is highly probable that such a masterpiece will be passed on to the next generation.

In the opinion of the two great scholars, the most shameful thing is that Xu New Year as a student of the poem teacher, the name of the poem should not appear in the name of the name, when the “word” or “number” to replace the name, and only peers or close friends can put the name in the poem.

It can be seen that this this thief has lost his face for the sake of fame.

What is the biggest dream of a reader, to cultivate oneself and rule the country? No, it’s an ideal, not a dream.

For thousands of years, readers have had only one biggest dream: to make a name for themselves in history!

The two great scholars are going to be separating their mass walls in jealousy.

As a teacher, Zhang Shen realized that this poem might not be made by his own student, but he didn’t dismantle it; it was his own good fortune that his student could be favored by Ziyang Jushi. As a teacher, he also felt happy.

In the boiling murmur of the students, Xu Xinxin coughed and told the truth: “Teacher, two gentlemen, this poem was not made by me, but by someone else.”

The discussion stopped all of a sudden.

The expressions of the three great scholars varied, and Zhang Shen suddenly realized that this was the case, revealing an expression of determination.

Li Mubai appeared to be taken aback and surprised.

Ziyang Jushi reacted the most, crossing two steps forward and eagerly pursuing, “Who is it? Is it a student from our academy? Is it here?”

His eyes swept over Xu New Year and searched through the crowd of scholars.

“It’s family brother!” Xu New Year’s chin was slightly raised, maintaining a condescending stance.

The silent schoolchildren began to talk again:

“Xu Rui Lao’s older brother?”

“Where are you studying, how come I haven’t heard of this character.”

“Eh… if I remember correctly, Xu Ruilao seems to be the eldest son?”

“Resignation, your elder brother s high name and name, from whom he studied …. Aigoo, you tell us, such poetic talent, we unexpectedly know nothing about it.”

The scholars were in a hurry.

The three great scholars also looked at Xu New Year.

Not good, I was influenced by the rough old man, I shouldn t have told the rough old brother …. Looking at the students with fiery eyes, Xu New Year suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.

All kinds of things are inferior but reading is high, so it is evident that the readers are proud, and so is Xu New Year himself.

The readers of Yunlu Academy were even more proud.

If Xu Qi’an was also a scholar, they would admire and look up to him, but if the crowd knew that it was nothing more than a magistrate, they would have negative feelings.

A lowly errand boy can write a superb seven rhymes, where can we put our faces?

Xu New Year hardened his head, “My brother …. At home, he studies the classics hard, not in Yunlu Academy, not in the State Scholarship, he, he has an indifferent character, he doesn’t like fame, he doesn’t like success, he just wants to have his head in the clouds.”

To be so temperate, it is simply a model for our generation, admirable …. The students of White Deer Academy were shocked, and their hearts surged with the desire to make friends.

The first prize was no accident, Ziyu gave Xu New Year, Ziyang Jushi red-faced to bid farewell to the crowd, feeling the thoughts through, boarding the luxury carriage, meaning to leave a sentence:

“Such great talent cannot be lost in the dust, Pure Jing, Honorable Yan, what do you think?”

The two great Confucian scholars do not know whether they really did not understand, or pretended not to understand, silently sent away Ziyang Jushi, when the carriage is far away, Li Mubai suddenly tugged on Xu Xinnian’s hand, took him to one side: “resignation ah, old man suddenly got up the heart of the acceptance of the disciple, today simply nothing, take me to meet your elder brother.”

Zhang Shen was startled and said out loud, “Resignation, if you and your elder brother worship under the old man together, it would not be a good story.”

It doesn’t matter if you write poetry or not, the main thing is that you don’t want to bury such a talent.

It would be great if in the future I could come up with a poem that would be passed down to the next generation, such as “My Teacher Zhang Shen” or something like that.

Li Mubai displeased: “The art of war is not the mainstream, readers, first of all, to learn the scriptures, through the strategy, cultivate the body and family.”

“Heh, the chess path is the mainstream now? And it’s still a sore loser, with not a single victory in Wei Yuan’s hands.” Zhang Shen snorted coldly.

“Old thief, shut up and don’t mention Wei Yuan in front of me. Old me has always loved talent, this student old me will take.”

“Old pipsqueak, is that love of talent, you’re craving his poetic talent.”

“Shameless old thief, let’s see me shock you to death with a mouthful of Haoran Zhengqi.”

“As if the old man didn’t.”

Xu New Year’s scalp went numb.

The distant scholars were shocked, not knowing what was going on, the two great scholars were red in the face and quarreled, and even had a tendency to make a move.