My Confucian Father

Chapter 8 Poetry
On the north side of Yashan Academy, there is a waterfall viewing platform, which is the best scenic spot in the whole Yashan, and it is also the place where previous Yashan Poetry Conferences were held.

The Waterfall Viewing Terrace was originally a huge mountain, but the peak was cut off by a Confucian sage with a sword, and now it looks like a flat mirror from a distance.

Confucian saints enlightened Taoism here, which is called Yashan Enlightenment in history.

Below the viewing platform is the well-known Confucian forest of Yashan Academy, where the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the fragrance of flowers permeates the air.

Standing on the waterfall viewing platform, there is the sound of turbulent waves. Looking up, there is a waterfall of Baizhang running across the sky like a horse.Coming here, no matter how narrow-minded a person is, his heart will be stretched by this heroic aura.

These are the two most famous landscapes of Yashan Academy - Rulin and Yashan Waterfall.

At this time, the Waterfall Viewing Platform was already full of people. Apart from the disciples of Que Yashan Academy, there were also many literati who came here admiringly.

The literati gathered with each other, or talked loudly, or played the piano, or drunkenly read, sang, or faced poems and poems. The laughter was endless, and the bursts of talent went straight to the sky.

There is no fixed form for such a large group of poetry gatherings. They are accompanied by piano, chess, books and paintings, accompanied by wine, tea, flowers and beautiful scenery. There are no rules and restrictions.

The end is a freehand style.

Li Boyan drove Su Mu into the waterfall viewing platform with the scroll, and immediately attracted the attention of many people in the venue.

"Mr. Li is here!"

"Huh? The person standing next to Mr. Li seems to be Mr. Su."

"It's him, I know his bird!"

"This is the son of a Confucian sage? His appearance and demeanor are really extraordinary. I don't know what kind of Confucianism and Taoism he is in now."

"That's needless to say? You must have cultivated a righteous spirit!"

"By the way, Mr. Su entered Yashan Academy to study, we will be classmates with him in the future, can't we study together every day? Haha!"

"You have already failed the graduation exam twice. If you fail the last graduation exam this year, you will be expelled from the academy. You can take care of yourself."

……

"I met Mr. Li."

After seeing Li Boyan landed, all the students came to salute him one after another.

Li Boyan nodded to them, and introduced to Su Mu: "My Yashan Academy has three thousand students, divided into three grades, and these are first-year students."

"Although you are the son of a Confucian sage, since you have entered my academy, you have to start studying from the first grade..."

Yashan Academy adopts the graded teaching system formulated by Confucian saints.

There are three grades in total, and the things learned at different stages are also different.

As soon as Su Mu heard the familiar name of the first grade, he was muttering in his heart.

"There are grades, why is this the same as going to school in the previous life?"

Li Boyan said again: "A poetry meeting is being held here, you should get acquainted with your classmates here, the old man will go ahead and handle the admission matters for you."

After he finished speaking, he sacrificed the scroll again and soared into the air.

As soon as Li Boyan left, Su Mu was immediately surrounded by the academy disciples who rushed up from all sides.

"Mr. Su, Gao Sheng is in Xiapingyang Mansion. I have heard about Mr. Su's name for a long time, and I finally got to meet him today."

"I'm next to Jingbei Liu Qi, nice to meet you!"

"Master Su, I am the son of Marquis Wu'an, my father is old with your father...don't squeeze me, can you?"

"Master Su..."

All the disciples of the academy rushed to introduce themselves.

Su Mu listened to them reporting their identities one by one, wanting to get acquainted or even curry favor with him, and his figure became more and more upright.

This is the treatment of the son of a Confucian sage, with all the attention and stars holding the moon, just like a big star traveling!
The big red-haired bird, who was excluded, couldn't help being jealous when he saw that Su Mu was so popular.

Immediately shouted loudly: "A group of ignorant fellows, Master Bird, I am Su Changqing's sworn brother, come and see Master Bird soon."

But everyone's attention was on Su Mu, and no one paid attention to his nonsense.

"Be safe and don't be impatient, don't make Mr. Su difficult."

Just as the scene gradually became chaotic, a scholar said loudly.

This person seemed quite authoritative. As soon as he opened his mouth, the students quickly fell silent.

Su Mu looked up and saw the scholar who was speaking.

This is a young scholar in his twenties, tall and tall, with a resolute face and piercing eyes.

The young scholar walked up to Su Mu, smiled generously, and said, "Huo Yuanyi, Mr. Su, has long admired his name in Xiajinmen."

After Su Mu heard the name, he asked subconsciously: "It's a pleasure to meet you, may I ask Huo Yuanjia who are you?"

Huo Yuanyi's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "It's my brother, Mr. Su and brother know each other?"

"No, no, I just heard about it."

Su Mu waved his hand quickly, he just asked casually, but he didn't expect Huo Yuanjia to be there.

A smile appeared on Huo Yuanyi's face, "That's right, Confucian Sage got the names of my two brothers himself. Mr. Su may not know that my father and Confucian Sage are best friends.

It's a pity that we, as Confucianism cultivators, have revered Confucian saints for a long time.However, it is a pity that Confucian saints have traveled all over the world for many years and have never been able to see the holy face. "

Most of the first-year students are young men from within, their minds are pure, and they are the age that most worship Confucian saints.

In the hearts of scholars all over the world, Confucian saints are spiritual beliefs!
Scholars all over the world flock to Yashan Academy and regard it as a sacred place for reading, most of them come here for the reputation of Confucian saints.

But it's a pity that Confucian saints traveled all over the world 15 years ago, and even if they entered the academy, they could not see Confucian saints.

So when Su Mu, the father and son of a Confucian sage, appeared, all the scholars present were very excited.

"My father got the name?" Su Mu was surprised, and looked at Huo Yuanyi with a slight smile, "It turned out to be the elder brother. In the future, we will all be classmates. If there is something that I don't understand, I still need to ask the elder brother and everyone for advice."

Those who can enter Yashan Academy are either extraordinary family backgrounds or outstanding talents, who can be called geniuses.

He really feels pressured to join this group of geniuses as a newcomer, so it's better to keep a low profile before copying out a piece of the sky.

After all, according to his status, if he accidentally provokes a good-for-nothing boy, he might become an experience bag.

But Su Mu's words and deeds fell in the eyes of everyone, and he did not have the arrogance of the son of a saint at all. On the contrary, he was very approachable, which made them all feel more admirable.

"Worthy of being the son of a Confucian sage, he is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and he is not arrogant at all. He is really approachable."

"Ashamed, if my father was a Confucian sage, I would never be able to be as peaceful as Mr. Su."

"Is this the state of mind that has settled down in 16 years?"

The students secretly discussed and expressed emotion.

Su Mu's approachability made them all dispel their sense of distance, and they all came forward to chat with him.

In the process of talking with everyone, Su Mu learned that Yashan Academy has a total of 1000 disciples, 1000 students in each grade, and these [-] students are divided into ten classes.

Among them, Huo Yuanyi is the squad leader of the third class of the first grade, a seventh-rank Confucianism cultivator, and he was born in a family of military cultivators in Jinmen.

He worshiped Confucian saints since he was a child, so he gave up inheriting his father's military skills and entered Yashan College through hard work.

Most of the other students in the class are of good status, and many of them are descendants of important officials in the court.

For example, the son of the commander-in-chief of the Zhenyao Division, the son of the Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, the son of Wu'anhou...

Of course, there are also some common people's children, this is also a phenomenon unique to the Great Yan Empire, common people also have the opportunity to make their mark, and can learn together with the sons of princes and nobles.

Unknowingly, the place where Su Mu was located became the center of the entire poetry club.

Huo Yuanyi said enthusiastically: "Brother Su, I heard that you have been studying in the mansion for many years, and I have been waiting for you for a long time. Today is a rare poetry meeting, where literati gather. Brother Su might as well compose a poem. Let me wait to pay my respects." Take a look at Brother Su's great talent."

These words immediately got the approval of other people present, and they all spoke in agreement.

"Back then, the Confucian sage wrote "Wangya Mountain Waterfall". Mr. Su is the son of the Confucian sage. You might as well follow the example of the Confucian sage and write another poem. It will surely become a good story!"

"Let Mr. Su write a poem!"

"Young Master Su, don't refuse, and don't be afraid to discourage us."

"Today, I came to the poetry meeting just to watch Mr. Su compose poems!"

For a while, everyone became excited.

They are all looking forward to what kind of amazing poems Su Mu, the son of a Confucian sage who has been cultivating in the mansion for 16 years, will write!
Su Mu, who was stared at by everyone's fiery eyes, cheered up instantly at this moment, and excitement flashed in his eyes.

He had waited too long for this word.

Because he is the son of a Confucian sage, and his status is there, it is too deliberate to take the initiative to recite poems and pretend to be coquettish. Only by waiting for others to propose, and then showing his poetic talent, can the best pretense effect be achieved!
at last!

Now is the time to wait!
Although he couldn't hold back in his heart, Su Mu still spoke modestly: "My poetry is mediocre. I have been in Fuzhong for 16 years, and I haven't put my mind on poetry..."

Before he could finish his modest words, Huo Yuanyi interrupted him: "Brother Su is too modest. If Brother Su's poetry is mediocre, wouldn't it be unsightly for me to wait? Everyone is waiting, Brother Su But don’t disappoint my expectations.”

Huo Yuanyi's tone was extremely sincere, and everyone nodded their heads with anticipation.

"Hey~ I'm really not good at composing poems. Compared with classics and books, compared with the principles of sages and sages, poetry is really trivial."

Su Mu looked embarrassed, and after hesitating again and again, he reluctantly turned his gaze to the mighty waterfall in front of the waterfall viewing platform.

Ever since he came to this waterfall viewing platform, he already had poems to copy in his mind.

Such a magnificent waterfall is right in front of him, he would feel sorry for Li Taibai if he didn't copy a poem about the waterfall!
Ordinary people in another world, get ready to be baptized by Chinese culture, and tremble under Li Bai's famous poem through the ages!
Under everyone's expectant eyes, Su Mu stood still, with his hands behind his back facing the crowd, looking at the Yashan Waterfall in the distance, and recited aloud in a heroic voice:
"Rizhao censer produces purple smoke,"

"Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of the river."

"Flying down three thousand feet!"

"It is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days!"

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