Da Bong fights more people

What now?

Major cultivation systems: How fat is it, little brother?

Confucianism shudders :p.

Layman Ziyang sighed, "Forget it, don't mention these things. Students, who else is willing to write poems?"

There was no one for a long time.

Zhu Tuizhi stared at Ziyu with fiery eyes, thinking that it was his possession.

"Sir, I have a poem." Xu Nian walked out of the crowd and came to the pavilion.

He has been purposely silent until now, he is low-key and humble, and he doesn't want to embarrass his classmates by throwing out good poems too early.Absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he and Zhu Tuizhi exchanged fragrance.

Chapter 20 Half Que and Seven Laws Surprise the Great Confucian

"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 he was 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 sunlight.

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

"Don't worry about the lack of confidants 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.

"Why don't I 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."

"Humph!"

The two great scholars became even more sour.