The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2420 Who on the river is called a poet?

The old drunkard looked thin, but he was very strong, and the boat quickly moved away from the shore.

When the boatman picked up the silver and swam ashore, the boat was only a faint shadow on the lake.

The boatman held the silver tightly and looked confused.

Someone on the side said: "Don't be upset. This man is the crazy man in Yueyang City recently. He acts crazy after drinking. When he wakes up, he will return your boat. If it is lost, you can go to the Yamen sue him."

The boatman stretched out his hand to wipe the water from his face and asked: "I have seen this old madman a few times. It stands to reason that in places like Dongting Lake and outside Yueyang Tower, officials would not allow such people to cause trouble. Is there something fishy?"

"I just heard that he is a poor man, and he has not done any serious evil. If he wakes up, he will pay compensation for all the bad things, and the compensation will be a lot. Some people are eager for this old madman to torment them."

The boatman smiled and said: "I see, then I hope he will scuttle the old ship and get a new one."

Everyone laughed it off.

The misty waves of Dongting Lake reflected the starry sky at night, just like the sea. The old drunk rowed to the depths of Dongting Lake, stood up unsteadily, stood on the bow of the boat, untied his pants, faced the sky and the earth, and released the water.

The old drunkard's body trembled, and he let out a comfortable hum. Tiredness surged over him, and he lay on the boat in a daze, falling asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, the boat shook, and an ordinary painted boat gradually approached. The sound of the piano on the painted boat is sweet, elegant and clear.

The old drunkard's brows moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, and the stars in the sky came into view.

The drunkenness in his eyes disappeared and became extremely clear.

"well……"

A sad look flashed across Ji Anchang's face.

In order to defeat Li Wenying, Ji Anchang practiced hard in the ancient land, and finally returned quietly to Shengyuan Continent, hoping to defeat Li Wenying at the Shengxing Wenhui and return home in glory.

He originally left a way out for himself, so he just wanted to keep a low profile at first, but he didn't know that Zong Jia Qingguo and Fang Yun Jingguo were already in power. As soon as they appeared, Zong Xueyan and others put him on a high ground, asking him to Become the hope of the entire Qingguo people. At that time, he thought he was sure of victory and lost his vigilance. He considered himself the leader of Qingguo's literary circle and challenged Li Wenying and Jingguo.

It was indeed smooth at first, but after Li Wenying finished writing "The Gift of Fang Luck", just the sentence "One sword frosted fourteen states" alarmed the entire human race, not to mention the various visions and the legendary infinite treasure light.

Since then, there has been only one song in the world, "Giving Fang Luck", and no one else dares to use this as a title.

After being suppressed by Li Wenying, Ji Anchang left in despair. The first thing he received was not comfort, but the blame from Zong Xueyan and others, who accused him of pretending to be fat despite his lack of strength and embarrassing the Qing Kingdom.

Not only that, some scholars from other countries who had an old relationship with him also accused him, thinking that by going to fight Li Wenying at this time, he was disturbing the human race and severing ties with him.

What made him most unbearable was that the Ji family had been prepared to welcome him home with a grand gift. However, as soon as this incident came out, the Ji family removed all the arrangements, and the old man of the Ji family became angry and fainted.

The dignified "three top scholars in one discipline, four bachelor's degrees in father and son" became the laughing stock of the Qing Kingdom and even Shengyuan Continent.

On the discussion list, all kinds of ridiculing remarks continued. Especially Jingguo scholars, especially those of the same generation as Ji Anchang, were ridiculed and humiliated by Ji Anchang many times back then. Now old and new hatreds have surged together, and they have been attacking Ji Anchang on the forum for many days in a row.

Under multiple pressures, Ji Anchang finally found it difficult to stick to his true intentions and became disheartened.

Faceless to see his elders in Jiangdong, Ji Anchang had nowhere to go, so he simply changed his clothes, covered his face with disheveled hair and dusty face, and drank heavily in Yueyang City to numb himself.

The reason why Ji Anchang did not leave was because he had another thought in his heart, which was to get up wherever he fell, find an opportunity to defeat Li Wenying again, show the power of the Qing Dynasty, and return to the Ji family as a winner.

However, Ji Anchang repeatedly analyzed Li Wenying's poem and could not find any power beyond that poem. Even if this poem is not a war poem, it can be ranked among the top just based on the spirit of the poem, let alone a handed down war poem. , and also created an unprecedented treasure light.

Theoretically speaking, this poem is not a completely new form. After all, the essence of this poem is a war poem praising famous figures. Therefore, Li Wenying cannot be regarded as the ancestor of poetry. However, in the minds of everyone, Li Wenying's title as the ancestor of poetry is definitely worthy of his name.

Ji Anchang tried his best to deduce it, but couldn't find any hope at all.

If there must be hope, it is canonization.

However, if even Li Wenying, the inner demon, cannot be defeated, how can he be canonized?

Ji Anchang fell into a strange circle. When he was sober, he tried to think of ways to suppress Li Wenying. But the more he thought about it, the more hope he felt was slim and his heart was upset, so he drank to drown his sorrows and kill his will. When he woke up, he was unwilling to give up and continued to think of ways, repeating the cycle... …

Ji Anchang wanted to survive more time by being drunk, but unexpectedly he was awakened by the sound of the piano and the waves of the water. He couldn't hold back the energy of getting up and glared at the boat.

The boat was very ordinary, more than ten feet away from Ji Anchang's boat. The water waves caused by the boat made the boat shake constantly, making the hungover Ji Anchang even more irritable.

However, Ji Anchang was basically sober at this moment. Although he was unhappy in his heart, he would not curse at will like when he was drunk.

Ji Anchang took a deep breath, ignored the boat, and observed his situation.

Only then did Ji Anchang realize that the boat had left Dongting Lake and reached the river between Dongting Lake and the Yangtze River.

A great scholar would not forget things, but he has been drinking these days and deliberately gave up his great scholar power to resist the drunkenness. His mind is not as sharp as usual, and his perception of the outside world is particularly slow. He needs to rest for several days to recover.

After a few breaths, he remembered the ridiculous things he did yesterday, and a guilty look appeared on his face.

He looked at the wooden boat under him, recalled the place where the boat was sailing and the boatman, and decided to row back to the boatman and give him another five taels of silver as compensation.

At this time, a messy sound came from the painting boat, as if the people on the boat were talking about poetry and essays, and the sound was a little louder.

Ji Anchang listened with his ears tilted, frowning.

Although they were too far away, the sound of the piano and the waves disturbed them, and his hearing was poor after being drunk, so the voices of those people were a little distorted, but Ji Anchang still heard some obviously flattering words.

"Master of the time", "famous all over the world", "good poems" and so on.

Ji Anchang took another look at the painted boat. It was very ordinary and did not look like a boat used by real celebrities. It was obviously just a gathering of ordinary scholars, at most Hanlin. Most university scholars would not bother to ride on such a painted boat.

Ji Anchang snorted coldly, looked at the direction, and rowed towards the lake, but suddenly stopped, a cold look appeared on his face, and a little sarcasm was revealed in his eyes.

Because he heard someone actually praised another person as "the sage of poetry", and the others actually agreed and echoed.

In the Shengyuan Continent, some flattery and compliments are not important, like the previous "master of the time" or "famous all over the world", such compliments can be seen everywhere, but any title related to the word "sage", even if it is flattery, cannot be spoken casually, otherwise it will inevitably cause trouble.

Although it is harmless to say "sage of poetry" in private, it must not be made public.

Ji Anchang snorted heavily and said loudly: "Who is calling the sage of poetry on the river? Let me take a look at the splendid article!"