My Confucian Father

Chapter 9 Scalp tingling
In front of the waterfall viewing platform, the Baizhang Waterfall looks like the Milky Way hanging upside down, and its momentum is magnificent.

Su Mu stood on the waterfall viewing platform with his hands behind his back, his body tall and straight like a pine tree, and in a voice full of emotion, he read Li Taibai's first magnificent masterpiece through the ages in a cadence.

After reading a poem, Su Mu settled his posture, still facing away from everyone, but his ears were already pricked up, ready to listen to the cheers and admiration of the world.

At the same time secretly observe the sky.

According to the Confucianism and Taoism novels he had read in his previous life, the recitation of this kind of masterpiece through the ages probably required auspicious auspiciousness from the sky and golden lotus from the earth, which was in line with Li Taibai's compulsion to be a poet.

For a masterpiece of this level, a vision that can be clearly seen for thousands of miles around is not too much, right?

Of course, it is best to let him fly into the sky, standing on the nine-day sky overlooking the world...

Su Mu imagined the scene of the vision in his mind, but after waiting for a long time, there was no change in the surroundings, and there was no sign of the sky.

There was even more silence behind him, without a word of applause or praise.

"It's just a poem, won't you be so shocked that you can't speak? Sigh, I don't want to pretend at all, okay, let me pretend, I really can't help you."

Su Mu smiled fondly. It seems that he took Taibai's poems at the beginning, which is indeed a bit too much. This is a dimensionality reduction blow.

After a while, he slowly turned around and looked behind him, but said modestly: "Everyone, I'm really not good at poetry..."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, stunned in place, a little incomprehensible to Su Mu's behavior.

The scene was extremely quiet, and the scene was a little awkward.

"Clap clap-!"

Suddenly, a college student dressed in white and holding a paper fan, who looked extremely flamboyant, applauded vigorously and exclaimed excitedly: "Good! Great poem! Great poem!"

Su Mu's expression softened slightly, which was the right reaction.

He looked at the other party and recognized this academy student, who was the son of Minister of the Ministry of Industry, who seemed to be called Zhuge Bin.

The person is young, but the hairline is a little high, as if he was young and bald.

Su Mu smiled slightly, waved his hand and was about to say a few words of modesty when he heard the other party speak again.

"No matter how many times I read this song "Wangya Mountain Waterfall" by Confucian saints, it still makes my heart surge."

"Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls nine days. How heroic and majestic!"

"Good poetry! Good poetry!"

Zhuge Bin clapped his hands and praised, his tone full of admiration.

When he said this, others also praised the poem.

"That's right, among the waterfall poems in the world, there is no one who can surpass this poem in terms of artistic conception!"

"Whenever I read this poem, I can't help but burst into tears. I want to cry up to the sky and express my heart."

"As expected of the poems written by Confucian saints, every capital is so amazing."

The scene became noisy, and everyone praised it endlessly.

But Su Mu was stunned after listening to it. What's the situation? When did he read his father's poems?

Didn't you recite "Wanglushan Waterfall" just now?

Thinking of this, Su Mu was startled.

"Wait! Wanglushan Waterfall, Wangyashan Waterfall... Are they the same poem?!"

"No, it's impossible! These are obviously Li Taibai's poems, how could they be my father's poems?"

Su Mu was shocked and couldn't believe it.

He even wondered if he had heard it wrong.

After everyone praised, Huo Yuanyi said with a smile: "The poem of Confucian saints is indeed remarkable. Brother Su recited this poem to pay tribute to Confucian saints, right?"

"But I still want to hear your poems. Brother Su, please start."

Huo Yuanyi made a gesture of invitation.

Now, Su Mu can finally confirm that "Wanglushan Waterfall" and "Wangyashan Waterfall" are really the same poem!
But at this moment, he could no longer care about the shock in his heart, let alone investigate the reasons behind it.

Because now everyone is watching him, waiting for him to write a new poem!
Su Mu's back was sweating coldly, and he could hardly maintain his expression. Ask him to compose a poem, and he will do a fart!
The key is that after the interruption of the incident just now, his mind is so chaotic that he can't think of other poems at all.

"Brother Su, what's wrong with you, why don't you speak?"

Huo Yuanyi looked at Su Mu with doubts on his face.

"Ugh……"

Just when everyone was puzzled, Su Mu's thoughts changed a lot, and he had an idea to think of an excellent way to get rid of the current embarrassing situation.

He turned around slowly, pretended to sigh, and lost his tone: "Don't you guys understand?"

?

Everyone raised a question mark above their heads.

Know what?
Su Mu raised his head and looked around everyone's faces, and said in a deep voice: "I said, poetry is just a little trick, and I'm not good at poetry."

"Compared to poetry, I think we should put our limited lives on infinite careers, such as delving into the classics of saints, such as how to fight against demons."

"In this way, when we look back on the past when we are old, we will not regret for wasting our time, nor will we be ashamed of doing nothing."

"Can poetry rule the country and the world? You are too obsessed with it."

Su Mu's tone was heavy, his face was full of disappointment.

After he finished speaking, the audience was silent.

"well said!"

An academy student was shocked after hearing this, and couldn't help but speak loudly.

Immediately afterwards, he walked out of the crowd, faced everyone, and said with a broken heart: "I have felt so for a long time. Poems have been written to the extreme by Confucian saints. What else can we write?"

"We should put more energy on the classics, not the poems!"

"I, Tao An, are the first to support Mr. Su!"

Tao An slapped his chest loudly, and he pulled Zhuge Bin out as well, "Abin, are you right?"

"Take it easy!"

Tao An's hands were too strong, Zhuge Bin grinned and gave him a hard look.He echoed: "No matter how good the poems are, they can't surpass Confucian saints and other old people."

"All the poems in the world have been written by Confucian saints, can we still create better war poems than Confucian saints?"

He also very much agrees with Su Mu's point of view.

With the two of them taking the lead, many academy disciples and scholars present nodded in approval.

Yes, no matter how good the poems are, they can't surpass Confucian saints. The poems they write are simply incomparable with Confucian saints.

If the poems of Confucian saints are pure white clouds in the sky, then what they write is the soil on the ground.

That being the case, what is the purpose of being obsessed with poetry?In the end, they were just moaning about nothing. What they really wanted to put their energy into should be the ancient books and the principles of sages and sages!

"To be honest, the reason why I was immersed in poetry was to show off my literary talent. Now I regret it, compared with Mr. Su, we are really too superficial, and we were blinded by poetry."

"Mr. Su said before that he was not good at poetry. I thought he was self-effacing, but I didn't expect that he was really not good at it. He put all his energy into learning."

"This is the real scholar!"

"The Confucian sage once said to study for the rise of the human race, we all forgot..."

"Set up a heart for the world, a life for the living and the people, for the sages to inherit the knowledge, and to bring peace to all generations! Comparing the ambitions of the Confucian saints with the ambitions of Mr. Su, I am ashamed to be a scholar!"

"From tomorrow onwards, study knowledge and never write poetry!"

All the scholars felt deeply ashamed, and some even had red eyes and burst into tears.

Su Mu listened to their conversation with a blank mind.

Isn't this the four sentences of Hengqu?Isn't that what Zhou Weiren said?How...why have they all become Confucian saints? !
Su Mu's face turned pale, and there was a faint guess in his heart.

But he didn't dare to think deeply, and his mind was in a mess for a while.

"Brother Su."

Huo Yuanyi came over, bowed to Su Mu, choked up and said, "I'm really too shallow, I would like to ask Brother Su to be my teacher!"

He felt extremely ashamed when he thought that he had asked Su Mu to compose poems before. He was too superficial to read sage books in vain!
Su Mu came back to his senses, put his father's matter behind him first, stretched out his hand to support Huo Yuanyi and said, "Brother Shi is serious, I am younger than Brother Shi, how can I be a teacher?"

Huo Yuanyi shook his head and said: "The Confucian sage once said that there is no seniority in learning, and those who have mastered are teachers, so why care about age."

That's what I said, but I really can't do it...

Su Mu is well aware of how much he weighs. Compared with these scholars who have really read sage books for more than ten years, his little knowledge is really nothing.

But why is it that his Confucian sage father once said the familiar saying that a master is a teacher?
Su Mu's head was as big as a bucket, and there were only two words in his mind: broken.

In another corner of the waterfall viewing platform, a young man in Tsing Yi looked at Su Mu in the middle of the crowd from a distance, his brows were raised slightly, and there was a little bit of surprise in his eyes.

"This Su Mu is interesting."

The young man in Tsing Yi put his left arm around the waist of a plump and beautiful woman, she was extremely delicate, and when she smiled at this moment, she looked even more attractive than the beautiful woman beside her.

She originally thought that Su Mu had been in the mansion for 16 years, and he was just a bookworm.But looking at it today, it is not the case. This speech, words and deeds are extraordinary.

He is worthy of being the son of a Confucian sage.

Looking away from Su Mu, the young man in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand and slapped the plump buttocks of the beautiful woman beside him, causing the beautiful woman to exclaim.

"Don't mess around, there are many people here."

The beautiful woman patted the young man in Tsing Yi's chest coquettishly, her eyes rolling.

The young man in Tsing Yi leaned close to the beautiful woman's ear, breathed out like blue, and laughed in a low voice: "Of course I want to eat peaches."

The beautiful woman was nestled in the arms of the young man in Tsing Yi, her eyes were like silk, and she looked even more beautiful and alluring.

"Hahaha~"

The young man in Tsing Yi laughed loudly, walked towards the Confucian Forest with the beautiful woman in his arms, and gradually went deep into the Peach Blossom Forest.

……

Due to Su Mu's episode, the poetry meeting could not continue, and many scholars present lost interest and left one after another.

What poetry is comparable to the great cause of revitalizing the human race?

Their goal should be the vast ancient classics, the principles of sages and sages, instead of wasting time on poetry!
After the poetry meeting ended, Su Mu bid farewell to everyone, asked the direction of the Library Pavilion of the academy, and hurried over.

He has some urgent matters that need to be checked through the books of this world.

(End of this chapter)