I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

"Flying into the plum blossoms and not seeing them?"

Shangguan Zongyuan muttered to himself.

He then recited the entire poem together.

"One slice, two slices, three or four slices, five slices, six slices, seven or eight slices. Nine slices, ten slices, and eleven slices, flying into plum blossoms and disappearing..."

His eyes gradually lit up, and he praised one after another: "Good poetry, good poetry!"

"Grandpa, it's just that the last sentence sounds good, can it be considered a good poem?" Shangguan asked in a little doubt.

Although she also felt that Chu He's last sentence was incomparably exquisite, but the first three sentences were only of that level, so what's the use of the last sentence.

Shangguan Zongyuan had a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It is true that there is a saliva poem in front, but did you hear a sentence describing snowflakes?"

Shangguan shook his head a little, indeed there were no snowflakes, it was just a child counting.

"But the last sentence revitalizes the first three sentences, just like the finishing touch, wonderful, wonderful!"

The more Shangguan Zongyuan thought about these lines, the more interesting they became.

Although it is not an ancient quatrain, it is definitely a rare good sentence. The most important thing is that it is full of fun and catchy.

In the crowd, Guan Ming was stunned for a moment when he heard the last sentence, and then he couldn't help but sneer and said, "Chu He, your last sentence is pretty good, but the first three sentences, can they be considered poetry? You lost this game, Better kneel down and kowtow to me obediently!"

The people around thought this poem was good at first, but after hearing Guan Ming's clamor, no one dared to speak, and even felt that this poem was a bit of a joke.

As soon as Guan Ming forced Chu He to kneel, Wang Yingjun became anxious immediately, and was about to step forward to scold him, but Chu He stretched out his hand to hold him back.

"Brother, he humiliated you so much that he made you kneel down. Brother, I must kill him today!" Wang Yingjun said angrily.

"No need." Chu He waved his hand, and then stepped forward, but the contempt in his eyes grew stronger.

"I thought you were well-read poems and books and could understand some good lines. Now, it seems that you are a bunch of trash. You don't know shit and call yourself students all day long. You should go back and learn from the enlightenment book again."

As soon as he said this, all the students immediately exploded.

"Chu He, how do you talk? Even a three-year-old child can compose your poor poems. Don't you want to make up for it?"

"That's right, you lost yourself, so it's fine if you don't want to kowtow, but you still slander us, it's ridiculous!"

"..."

Seeing the crowd rising up to attack, Guan Ming's face revealed a look of joy.

He pressed his hands and said, "Everyone, stop arguing. As long as Chu He is willing to kowtow three times, that's fine. After all, we are scholars, so there is no need to argue with a low-level person like him."

"There is no distinction between good and bad, and you dare to pretend to be a scholar." Chu He couldn't help sneering when he heard this.

Guan Ming said angrily: "Chu He, even if a great Confucian came here today, this is just a poem of saliva, you must kowtow on this one today!"

"Unexpectedly, Confucianism and Taoism in Pingyang City have not fallen to such a level that they can't even tell the good from the bad. No wonder there hasn't been a great Confucian in these years."

A vicissitudes of life sound suddenly came from behind the crowd.

Guan Ming snorted coldly, and scolded: "Who dares to criticize my Confucianism Cultivator in Pingyang City!"

"Old man Shangguan Zongyuan!"

An invisible force pushed away the crowd, and then an old man in a white robe walked over, followed by a pretty girl, who was the number one talented woman in Pingyang City, Shangguan Xiaoxiao.

Shangguan Zongyuan, everyone didn't react when they first heard the name, but when they saw Shangguan was young, they vaguely guessed the identity of the old man.

Shangguan's Maple Leaf Academy once walked out of two great Confucian scholars, one has returned to dust, and the other, whose full name is Shangguan Zongyuan!

Guan Ming only felt his whole body trembling, and his brain was buzzing.

What frightened him even more was that just now he actually scolded this great scholar.

Chu He was also shocked, but then calmed down again. Great Confucianism is no different from ordinary people, they have two arms and two legs.

"Old man, I just heard from you that what Chu Xiaoyou just wrote is not a poem?" Shangguan Zongyuan looked gentle, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

Guan Ming was so frightened that he couldn't speak, he hesitated for a long while without letting out a fart.

Shangguan Zongyuan turned his gaze to Chu He, and said with a smile, "Little friend, can I explain to you?"

Being called Xiaoyou by a great scholar, Chu He was flattered, and hurriedly said: "Don't bother Mr. Shangguan to explain, since they don't understand my poem, just write a few more."

He also had his own little plans in mind, and with the presence of great Confucians, this was not a good opportunity to publicize his reputation.

Rather than dwelling on the last poem, it is better to write a few more poems. If there are great Confucian scholars reciting it, the blessing of literary spirit will be even greater.

Shangguan Zongyuan's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he said with a smile, "Little friend Chu, do you have any good sentences?"

Chu He respectfully said: "The junior still has a few little poems, please taste the old man."

"Green Ant's new fermented wine, a small red clay stove. It's going to snow in the evening, can you have a glass?"

"Birds fly away in a thousand mountains, and people disappear in thousands of miles. A lone boat and hat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow."

"Mei Xue is fighting for the spring but is not willing to fall, and the poet puts down his pen to comment on the chapter. Mei Xu is three points inferior to Xue Xue, but Xue loses Mei Duanxiang."

"..."

Chu He eloquently, every step of the poem, even the students around can hear the subtlety of it.

The shock in Shangguan Zongyuan's eyes became more and more intense. He seemed to see a monster, and his hands hidden in his sleeves were trembling.

One step at a time, one step at a time, the export will become a chapter, great talent! Absolutely a great talent!

Unexpectedly, Chu Yun, a mere fifth-grade master, would give birth to such a monstrous son.

Chu He recited more than 20 poems one after another, and the mighty cultural energy poured into his body as a torrent.

Some came from the surrounding students, most of them came from the stunned old man in front of him.

"Old man, this junior has made a fool of himself, please comment."

Chu He felt that he was almost in place, and saluted Shangguan Zongyuan with his hands clasped together.

Shangguan Zongyuan only felt a little dryness in his throat, which made him swallow his saliva.

He suppressed the shock in his heart, and said solemnly: "Little friend Chu is so talented that even the talented scholars in the capital may not be able to match them. Although these twenty or so poems did not arouse literary visions, each capital is enough to be recited by the world. Even an old man may not be able to do it."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Shangguan, a great Confucian of the third grade of self-cultivation, even said that his poetry is not as good as Chu He. If they hadn't heard it with their own ears, they would never believe it to be true.

"The old man praised you, but the younger generation just did it casually." Chu He said modestly.

His modesty is artificial in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Shangguan Zongyuan, it is a respect for his older generation.

Shangguan Zongyuan looked at Chu He with more gentle eyes, as if looking at his own junior.

He laughed and said, "Don't talk about one old man, from now on you will call me Grandpa Shangguan, and I will call you Xiao Chu, how about it?"

"Grandpa Shangguan, I will obey you." Chu He immediately agreed.

To have a great Confucian as a backer is something that one can only wish for.

"Xiao Chu, come to Grandpa's house to play when you have time. You and this little girl are about the same age, so you can discuss poetry and study songs. I have heard little mentions of you a lot in the past two days." Shangguan Zong Yuan laughed.

Chu He glanced at the blushing Shangguan Xiaoxiao, and hurriedly said: "When I am free, I will definitely visit Grandpa Shangguan."

Shangguan Zongyuan nodded: "I remember what you said. The old man saw that you seemed to have something to deal with, so I left first. If anyone bullies you, just go to Shangguan's house to find me."

After finishing speaking, the old man turned around and left with Shangguan Xiaoxiao, leaving only the students looking at each other in blank dismay.

In just a short time, Chu He recognized a great Confucian as his grandfather? Why didn't such a big opportunity fall on them.

Witnessing this scene with his own eyes, Guan Ming, who was aggressive towards Chu He just now, was already frightened and started to wobble.

Seeing him like this, Chu He didn't bother to worry about it anymore, and turned around with Wang Yingjun to Donglai Bookstore.