One Punch Monk

Chapter 63
Tongtian eight years, the sixth day of June.

It was midsummer, and there were both lush forests and bamboos, as well as clear and turbulent streams. Two artificial canals were chiseled out for the purpose of flowing cups.

The artificial canal is several miles long, with clusters of flowers and willows on both sides. Countless literati and poets from all over the world gather here.

Among them are not only the children of Guanlong nobles in Zhongdao, but also the sons of aristocratic families from the feudal towns of Hedong and Hebei, as well as the nobles of Henan and Shandong.

In a sense, the traditional concept of "Kandong clan" has more people coming than the local wealthy clan in Guanlong.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand that although the Great Sui Dynasty demolished the city of Ye, some heritages that have been passed down for hundreds of years will not be demolished.

In this era, the clans are the civil and military integrated ruling class who have mastered the monopoly of knowledge and inherited practice for generations. For hundreds of years, you can be the emperor. He is a member of the clan.

Even if the Empress Daxing imperial examinations and Guangjian County Schools, just a dozen years can't change the phenomenon that the aristocrats still control the monopoly of knowledge.

It has almost become a social practice that everyone knows that the children of the powerful family worship the immortals as young adults and become officials as adults.

In this era when most were born cattle and horses all their lives, and a small number were born in Rome, if you want to engage in the profession of "literati and poet", you must be a local tyrant who dominates a county or a poor family of poets and books, otherwise It cannot be cultivated.

Because of this, people who come to Liushang Poetry Club have a common problem.

— Hypocritical.

He eagerly wants to gain fame, contacts, and political capital from the five-year grand event.

He also extravagantly hopes to maintain the character of a literati, to talk with dignity and elegance when meeting important people, without being so obvious.

Shangguan Guan'er said that she was tired of it.

Not even willing to maintain a smirk, Shangguan Guan'er coldly brushed aside a young man from Bohai Town, Hebei Province, a young man who was likely to become a descendant of Bohai Town in the future.

Shangguan Guan'er tied her loose black hair with a hairpin and asked with a cold face.

"How did you arrange this Liushang poetry meeting?"

"In the morning, it is customary to meet friends with literature, and in the afternoon to enjoy drinking water, and the person who has the most flying flowers in his hand will win the lottery of Haoran Academy, a ground-level spiritual weapon."

The so-called making friends through literature is nothing more than free activities on both sides of the canal to meet some friends, which is equivalent to providing a social circle for literati and poets from all over the world.

In the afternoon, when the flowing cups and qushuis pass through the two rivers and canals, when the flowing cups stop, two people are selected to recite poems. The meaning of the competition is relatively stronger, and the winner will get the flying flower order.

Of course, there has been no first in Chinese since ancient times.

It is normal for literati to favor each other, so Feihua Yaji is actually a points system, and whoever has the most Feihua orders wins.

In other words, you don't need to beat everyone one by one, you just need to insist on winning the most rounds when you get the wine bottle.

However, Shangguan Guan'er had inside information that this year's Liushang Poetry Fair might not go very smoothly.

Princess Taiping told her personally that she got the news from Dean Song that Shi Gui would definitely come to the appointment of Jiazi.

Even after retreating for a long time, Dean Song is still not sure of victory.

At that time, Shangguan Guan'er asked, "How sure are you of winning?"

Princess Taiping only gave a vague estimate,

"Five or five."

Shangguan Guan'er originally relied on Shi Wen Wushuang, and this time she would definitely win the top prize to get the earth-level spiritual weapon, but now that she knew that Shi Gui might disrupt the situation, she was quite disturbed.

Accidentally, he hit a passerby on the side of the road.

"What do you think."

Just when she was about to reprimand him for walking without eyes, she raised her head.

Shangguan Guan'er was stunned for a moment, and the corner of her mouth pulled up a stiff smile for the first time.

".It looks familiar?"

Shen Budu asked suspiciously:

"Benefactor, has the little monk seen you?"

Seeing that Shangguan Guan'er didn't answer for a long time, Shen Budu clasped his hands together and saluted, apologized and left the place.

"Shangguan Sheren?"

"what?"

Shangguan Guan'er came back to her senses, but the little monk had already disappeared into the crowd.

"Oh, I was just thinking about what to say."

The people next to him looked at Shangguan Guan'er in disbelief, this is the most talented woman in the inner court.

Originally Shangguan Guan'er was the daughter of a criminal official and was going to be sent to the Jiaofang Division. However, the Empress heard about her talent and name, summoned her who was only 14 years old, and gave her a quiz on the spot.

Shangguan Guan'er's prose was written without adding anything, and the meaning of the text is smooth and the words are gorgeous. It really seems to have been constructed long ago.The empress was overjoyed after seeing it, and immediately ordered her to be exempted from her status as a servant and let her participate in the imperial edict as a sacrificial servant.

Now how could this talented woman with quick writing and quick thinking not even know what to say?

Naturally, Shangguan Guan'er didn't mention her remorse, but Shen Budu squeezed next to the little fat guy Yi Yuzhong under the incredulous gazes.

Under the shade of the tree, the chubby Yi Yuzhong stretched out his hand, pointed at Shen Budu tremblingly and asked.

"Master, do you know who the person who just spoke to you is?"

"The monk doesn't know."

Shen Budu took it for granted.

The little fat man Yi Yuzhong stomped his feet, the fat on his face trembled again and again.

"That's the number one talented woman in the inner court, Shangguan Guan'er! Princess Taiping's close friend, and the celebrity around the saint!"

"Oh."

Several people who came in with poems all sighed together.

This little monk is really a weirdo. So many people dare not even go up to say hello.

If I knew it earlier, I also bumped into someone on purpose!
Shen Budu just read a Buddhist scripture and said casually.

"Amitabha, a man who is a Taoist is like an ox carrying a heavy load. He walks in deep mud. He is so tired that he dare not look left and right. When he gets out of the mud, he can take a rest. A recluse should observe lust, which is more important than mud. If you recite the Tao with a straight mind, you can avoid suffering. .

Dear benefactors, life practice is like wading through mud and crossing a river. Female sex and external objects are all whirlpools. Don't be obsessed with this. Only when you are strong is the right way. "

Yi Yuzhong and the others were obviously not predestined people who could cross, so they didn't listen at all.

An expression of "ah yes yes yes, you are lofty and you are amazing, we still want to save 20 years of struggle".

The rest of the time was lackluster, apart from meeting various literati, poets, and powerful disciples from afar under the guidance of the little fat man Yi Yuzhong, he basically chanted scriptures and meditated.

Until after lunch, the jade fou was knocked.

The two sides of the canals that were very close to each other suddenly became quiet.

There were about hundreds of people, each sitting in a small circle on the lawn.

In an almost aboveboard manner, the regions and seats were divided from north to south.

Of course, according to the default rules, the vast majority of them are not eligible to compete for the Feihua Token.

Wu Lanshan was invited by Princess Taiping to sit on the northernmost side, while Shen Budu followed Yi Yuzhong and others to sit almost on the southernmost side of the canal.

A middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt appeared in midair out of thin air.

This person has a square face and sharp eyes, it is the person who was looking for characters that Shen Budu saw that night.

"Everyone."

Dean Song's deep voice sounded, and the scene was completely silent.

"Today, all the sages have arrived, and the young masters have gathered together. Song, on behalf of Haoran Academy, announced that the Liushang Poetry Club will officially begin!"

(End of this chapter)