River Tuluo Xian

Chapter 101
The place chosen by the Poetry Club is the seat of the county school.

When Jiangling arrived, there were not less than this number of people from the magistrates to the foot traffickers in Qingyang County.

With such a card, it really gave the "Southern Talent" a lot of face.

It's just that when we got here, ordinary people waited and failed to enter.

I can only look in through the fence,

Those who are allowed to enter must meet two requirements.One is a scholar, and the other is a poem.

The poems chanted must be related to spring, and those who meet both can enter.

The traffickers and pawns outside and the ordinary households of the Li people certainly don't have this culture.It's just seeing how lively this place is, and feeling fresh, so I look at each other, looking curiously.

Zhu Xiaolian and Meng Longtan were nowhere to be found outside, they probably had already entered.

The gate of the county school is guarded by Jiaoyu himself, probably because the county magistrate asked him to do so.

He placed a table in front of the door, and on that table was a scroll, and every person who entered would leave his name and the title of the poem he sang.

Latecomers must chant different lines before they can enter.

For a while, many students scratched their heads, because most of the verses had been chanted by others first, and they fell behind, and could not find other verses related to spring.

Occasionally, I saw someone suddenly feel something and thought of a song. After listening to it, he secretly slapped his thigh, hating himself for not thinking of it?

As the number of entrants increases, there are fewer and fewer poems left to chant.

"What should I do? Brother Zhang, have you thought of the poem?"

Brother Zhang scratched a few strands of hair from the top of his head, which was not rich at all: "I can't remember it in a short time."

"It's a pity that Shen Feibai is inside, but because I came a step late, I was stuck in poetry and couldn't enter this door. What a pity!"

"Who says it's not? It's just that there are probably only so many verses related to spring. Those who can be chanted have already been chanted. It's unfair for you and me to fall behind."

As more and more people were obsessed with this idea, they were all arguing that it was not fair. The teacher smiled and said suddenly: "The poems I chant are not limited to the ancient poems of the predecessors. You can come. If you meet the standard, you can still enter."

As soon as this remark came out, some people were happy and others were sad.

Those who are happy are mostly those who have written Wing Chun poems before, and now they can just show off and make up for it.

Those who are worried are those who lack poetic talent, just like Brother Zhang, even if the hair on the top of his head is plucked, he may not be able to squeeze out half a line of poetry.

But looking at the scroll of teachings, there were already 86 people entering at this time.

Follow-up talent, Duoka is here, scratching his head and scratching his head, and no one will be able to go in for a while.

"Master, there is still poetry to be read here, so why can't we get in?"

Xiaoying Ning also understands some poems, but it is relatively simple, probably taught by the ghost mother in the past.

It is precisely because she knows poetry that she knows that it is extremely difficult to compose poetry and lyrics.

Unless there are those who are naturally talented, it is almost impossible to write a Wing Chun poem above the standard in a short period of time.

On the scroll in front of the teaching, it is true that the extant ancient poems of the predecessors have almost been written.

Those who want to enter this door in the future can only create one by themselves.

In terms of poetic talent, she is lacking.

Although she has spirituality, she hasn't learned this way deeply, so she can't create it.

As for Jiang Ling, Ying Ning felt that if one were to talk about Ren Xia's skills, the master would be suitable.But the master of this poem may not be profound.

After all, it seems that the master is more like a martial artist.

"Sister Xiaoqian, you have also been familiar with poetry, can you help the master think of poems that have not been sung before?"

She whispered into the luggage.

Nie Qian pondered for a while, then shook her head: "The verses I can think of are almost all written on the teaching scroll. Others, I can't think of them for the time being."

Seeing that the two of them were conspiring for him, Jiang Ling smiled back, walked forward, and said to the teacher: "The wind and rain bring spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It is already a cliff with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches..."

Although this divination poem is about plum blossoms, it is in line with the meaning of spring and is within the requirements.

After hearing that, the instructor nodded slightly: "Although this divination operator is a bit delicate, but the rhyme is acceptable, you are allowed to enter, and report your name."

It should be known that ancient and modern values ​​are very different. This divination operator is highly regarded by later generations, but here, it may not be pleasing to the people.

In this oracle, only rhyming is acceptable.

Jiang Ling didn't say much, he didn't care much as long as he could enter this gate.

Every person who enters can bring a child with him.

Xiao Yingning followed him like a maid, so he was let go.

Entering inside, there are hundreds of long tables in the wide courtyard.

There is a kneeling futon for each position.

Judging from the number of this long table, today's reception is probably full with only a hundred people.

After all, this poetry meeting will last for three days.There are hundreds of people every day, which is not less.

Jiang Ling randomly found a table and sat down, looking forward, Meng Longtan and Zhu Xiaolian were in the fourth row in front.

His place is already in the eighth row, and there is still a long way to go.

"Just sit here."

I wanted to find the two of them together to get acquainted.

But the seats in front were already full, so it was inconvenient to go again.

Xiaoying Ning was very diligent, and immediately knelt down and helped to pour tea: "Master, drink tea."

Jiangling laughed and drank it,
When the sun was up, Shen Feibai, a talented student from the south, still didn't show up.

On the contrary, a lot of officials from the county appeared, citing scriptures and allusions on the high platform to talk.

The scholars below were fascinated by what they heard and applauded.

After a while, amidst the discussion among the crowd, a white-clothed scholar finally showed up.

He holds a folding fan in his hand and looks graceful.

As soon as he appeared, he performed a scholar's ceremony with everyone.

Then he also said a set of scene words,

But it made the students below extremely excited.

"Shen Feibai, this is Shen Feibai, a talented student from the Southlands. It's an honor to meet him. This time Qingyang County really didn't come in vain."

"This person really has an extraordinary demeanor. I thought I was at least three points comparable to him. Now that I see him, it's far away. I feel ashamed."

Listening to the people around him talking, Jiang Ling frowned and smiled.

Shen Feibai's talent has not yet been revealed, how do you know if he is a real talent or a fake one?

Just seeing him once, I feel that his demeanor is extraordinary, is it far away?There are quite a lot of plays!

Here is a large group of so-called talented people, in his opinion, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are idiots.

However, think about it.

If all scholars were intelligent, then the ancients would not have the word "nerd".What's more, Qingyang County is only a small county in the south, and most of them are mediocre, which is normal.

Especially the scholar on the left side of Jiangling, looking at Shen Feibai, just like looking at a beautiful woman, with an infatuated expression on his face.

I don't know whether he is infatuated with his talents or his appearance.

He was curious and asked, "My dear friend, are you familiar with that Shen Feibai?"

The man glanced at him, feeling bored, it would be nice if someone had something to say.

Then he replied: "I can't talk about acquaintance, it's just that I have been friends with him for a long time. It is said that Shen Feibai can sing at the age of two, can chant at the age of three, and learned one skill at the age of four and five. He is so talented, so I consider him a half adopted son. I have wanted to see him for a long time, but it is a pity that he has been traveling and studying abroad, and this time I met him in Qingyang County by coincidence. Speaking of it, I am really lucky."

(End of this chapter)