Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

One by one, the students began to concentrate and prepare to show their talents. Zhang Wuyan, who was sitting on the second step, stood up first and saluted to the five gentlemen, saying: "I am a scholar from Zigong Academy, Zhang Wuyan. Let me throw a brick to attract jade."

"Under the moon, a lonely shadow, with three or two friends.

How much lace should be, young people look forward to fragrant tea.

Lin Han knows my intention, the mournful cry of the swans in Hua Ting.

Where does the peak end, the sun sees the end of the road."

As Zhang Wuyan finished reciting the poem, the talent above turned into the image in the poem, and a scroll of the moonlit night scene slowly unfolded. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the clear light spread all over the earth. A lonely shadow wandered under the moon, alone.

In this scroll, three or two friends gathered together, some chanting poems and drinking, or admiring the moon and stars, a harmonious scene.

"Good poem!" After Zhang Wuyan finished reciting the poem, the teacher was the first to applaud, and then the other gentlemen followed suit. "

Zhang Wuyan's poem is concise and profound, and it incorporates his feelings about the moonlit night and his understanding of friendship, which makes people sigh." The teacher commented, "This poem has the qualifications to become a famous piece."

"Thank you for your praise, sir." Zhang Wuyan replied flattered.

"What a wonderful sentence 'Under the moon, a lonely shadow, people follow three or two friends.' This sentence is really wonderful!"

Zeng Huaigu couldn't help but praise it, and at the same time he was a little confused. With Zhang Wuyan's talent, entering Zigong Academy is indeed buried. It's better for him to come to Zengsheng Academy.

As for other teachers, they also praised Zhang Wuyan. In their opinion, Zhang Wuyan's talent is really good for being able to write such poems at his age.

Seeing that several gentlemen were praising Zhang Wuyan, Ci Song couldn't help but sigh: "Zhang Wuyan's talent is really good."

Bai Ye nodded in agreement: "Indeed, Junior Brother Ci, when do you decide to show it?"

Ci Song smiled and said: "When everyone has shown their works, I will talk about my own works."

Bai Ye nodded. In his opinion, Ci Song has always been a person with a lot of ideas, which is a good thing. He looked up at the stage, and another student stood up at this time.

This student came from Zengsheng Academy. He did not recite poems like Zhang Wuyan, but began to talk about one of the "rituals" he mastered, and explained his understanding and perception of Confucius.

"The use of rituals is harmony. Rituals are the body; harmony is the way. The body is inseparable from the way, and the way is inseparable from the body."

While explaining, the student drew some figures in the air with his hands. These figures are all based on the theme of "rituals" and contain various cultural elements, such as mountains and rivers, sun and moon, stars, etc.

"What a good saying 'The purpose of etiquette is harmony.'"

The teacher nodded on the stage and said, "This student has a very thorough understanding of the 'etiquette' of Confucius, and can integrate it into his own talent and show it vividly. The pictures he depicted during his explanation also contain profound cultural connotations, which shows his profound talent."

Other teachers also nodded and praised, and gave their own evaluations of the student's performance.

As time went by, more and more students stood up to show their talents. These students either sang songs, or told stories, or painted on the spot, showing their strengths.

In the entire banquet hall, with the students' performance, the talent continued to rise, and the colorful talent condensed in the air, forming a series of beautiful paintings, which made people dazzled.

It's just that the talent banquet stipulates that each student can only show his talent once, and the seventy-three students of Yansheng Academy did not participate in the talent banquet, so the scene soon became cold.

"Junior sister Mo Yao, aren't you going to show off?" Bei Yuan asked Mo Yao who was standing by.

Mo Yao nodded and said, "Three senior brothers, you should prepare well for the literary battle, and leave the talent banquet to me."

Mo Yao stood up, took out a jade flute, blew air into the flute, and suddenly a clear and melodious flute sound rang out, spreading in the air.

As the flute sounded, the originally quiet talent in the banquet hall began to fluctuate, and the colorful talents rushed to Mo Yao as if guided.

These talents continued to condense under Mo Yao's control, and finally formed a series of beautiful scrolls, which were either cranes flying in the sky, or dragons and phoenixes presenting auspiciousness, or landscapes like paintings, or tigers crouching and dragons coiling.

Each scroll contains profound cultural connotations, which are dazzling. "So beautiful!" "This is the real talent!" "As expected of a disciple of Confucius Academy, he is truly extraordinary!" ...

The students present were amazed at this scene. These scrolls not only contain profound cultural connotations, but also show Mo Yao's extraordinary talent and skills.

Bai Ye watched Mo Yao's performance, and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes, "It seems that Junior Brother Ci's wife has a deep attainment in music, but I believe that Junior Brother Ci will definitely be able to come up with more talented poems than Junior Sister Mo Yao."

"Brother Bai, please don't tease me." Although Ci Song was answering Bai Ye's words, his eyes were always on Mo Yao.

At the end of the song, Mo Yao put away the jade flute, smiled slightly, and said, "Excuse me for showing off my skills."

The dean of Zigong Academy, Duanmu Weili, watched Mo Yao's performance on the stage, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, "This woman's attainments in music are indeed good. Her extraordinary talent and skills are indeed rare in a century."

Zilu Academy dean Zhongbo also nodded and said, "

What Brother Duanmu said is absolutely true. Junior Sister Mo Yao's talents and skills are indeed extraordinary. Such students joining the Confucius-Sheng School will undoubtedly be even more powerful for the school. "

Ning Ping'an also spoke slowly at this time and gave his first and first evaluation, "This woman is as talented as Qi Bai."

As soon as these words came out, the deans of the other three academies were stunned. They had no idea that Ning Ping'an would give such a high evaluation. The master on the side said to smooth things over: "Mo Yao is still young, so he can only say It’s a promising future.”

Ning Pingan did not respond, but turned his attention to Ci Song. He was looking forward to what kind of surprise his disciple would bring him this time.

Ci Song naturally felt his teacher's gaze. He looked at his teacher and nodded slightly.

Everyone present was emotionally aroused by the sound of Mo Yao's flute, but most of the students here except Yan Sheng Academy had finished their presentations, so they had no choice but to wait.

"No one from Yan Sheng Academy stood up. Do you want to give up this talent banquet?"

A harsh voice came from the highest place. Everyone turned around and saw Zhou Ge, a student from Zilu Academy wearing a yellow Confucian robe with a mocking look on his face.

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