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

Just when Ci Song was thinking about it, the master appeared beside Ning Ping'an at some point. When all the students present saw this, they all saluted the master.

"I could sense the literary energy fluctuations emanating from the poem monument from a distance, so I guessed that it must be you who took this child to participate in the trial."

The Master smiled slightly, looked at Ci Song standing in front of Qu Shengxu's shadow and sighed.

"Sure enough, just like his father, he is a genius who writes poetry into ink. If Ci Kang has such a descendant, I'm afraid he will burst into laughter if he is not under the nine springs."

Hearing this, Ning Ping'an nodded slightly, and then continued: "It depends on how many tests Ci Song can pass."

"As long as you pass four tests, you will be directly recognized by Qu Sheng when you break through the ranks of literary giants. It's just that his father couldn't succeed in the first time. It just depends on whether he can really outperform others."

For a time, everyone's eyes were focused on Ci Song, looking forward to what kind of poems he would write next.

"Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless.

It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.

There is no intention of struggling for spring, and once everyone is jealous.

It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same. "

Ci Song spoke slowly. The one he chose this time was Lu You's most classic "Bu Suanzi: Yong Mei", which is also one of Ci Song's favorite poems.

After listening to the poems of the Song Dynasty, Qu Sheng actually sighed slightly and said: "I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will be jealous of all the flowers. It is scattered into mud and crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same. If I only write 'plum' poems, I will Not as good as you."

"Did I hear it wrong just now? Sage, did the sage say that he is not as good as Ci Song?" The disciples who were watching were all dumbfounded, thinking that they had heard wrongly.

"You heard me right, it was Qu Sheng who said it." The master spoke slowly, with a strange look in his eyes.

"But, what a compliment this is."

The students present could hardly believe their ears. Are they inferior to saints? What kind of praise is this? It can make a saint. Who is not the most eye-catching figure of that era? Their talents are not inferior to anyone else, but the saint in front of them actually said that his talent is not as good as Ci Song, even if it is only in a specific area, it is enough to put countless literary giants to shame.

"Qu Sheng, that's ridiculous." Ci Song bowed his hands to Qu Sheng's shadow.

At this time, the master also expressed his doubts: "What on earth has this child gone through to write a poem like this? He was obviously born in a golden house, so why does he allude to his rough life experience?"

"Master, don't you know what Ci Song was called by outsiders before?"

"Of course I know. It seems that the title of the No. 1 Dandy in Daliang is the reason why this kid is alive today."

The master seemed to understand everything and said: "If I find out who is framed Ci Qibai and his children, I will definitely not let him go."

"But before that, he still has to rely on himself." Ning Ping'an said slowly: "As long as he passes three tests, he will be blessed by the saint, and those little ones can no longer harm Ci Song."

At the same time, other students present had already finished analyzing the poems of Song Dynasty, and they were all addicted to the second half of the poem, especially the sentence "It fell into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same" brought to them. In shock.

When plum blossoms are in the world, they have no intention of showing off their beauty, nor do they want to be vulgar or attract bees and butterflies, so they stay far away in time, neither competing with the colorful flowers in spring, nor sharing the autumn glory with chrysanthemums. Open alone in the ice and snow.

But this still cannot get rid of the jealousy of Baihua, and it ignores its insults and misunderstandings, but lets it go. Even if it withers and turns to mud and dust, its fragrance remains the same.

The disciples present were completely conquered by Ci Song's talent. They wanted to know what Ci Song had gone through before to be able to write such a moving poem.

I saw a beam of talent flying out of Qu Sheng's palm again and sinking into Ci Song's eyebrows. This time Ci Song didn't feel much discomfort except that his body felt a little hot.

"The second test has passed, can we do the third test?" Qu Shengxuying asked Ci Song Dao again.

"certainly."

Although Ci Song didn't know how many exams there were, he knew that the more exams he passed, the more benefits he would get. Naturally, he would not let go of such an opportunity to gain the wool or the wool of a saint. .

"With the title of 'Lovesickness', it lasts for one moment." Qu Shengxuying said again.

"Ah? I thought it was going to be a poem in five steps, but why did it become a quarter of an hour?"

Ci Song murmured in his heart that he didn't particularly understand whether it took more time to write a poem in five steps or a quarter of an hour when composing poetry in ancient times. But according to the difficulty gradually rising, it should be a poem in five steps. A little longer.

When Ci Song heard the title "Lovesickness", the sentence he often heard when watching short videos in his previous life had already appeared in his mind:

"This is not an ordinary red bean, this is the red bean from Wang Wei's time. Haven't you heard of Wang Wei's "Lovesickness"?"

"It's good to watch short videos during your leisure time." A smile appeared on Ci Song's lips.

"Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, they will sprout a few branches."

"I hope you will pick more of them. This is the most loved thing."

While he was reciting, a picture he had often seen before appeared in his mind, a picture of a poor young scholar chatting about red beans with a wealthy lady from an extraordinary family background but a kind heart.

"It's a pity that although the ending of the story is satisfactory, it is not satisfactory."

Ci Song shook his head slightly, shaking all these distracting thoughts out of his mind, waiting for Qu Sheng's comments.

When he recited the last sentence, he felt that the wind around him stopped flowing, as if listening to his poems.

"Lovesickness." Qu Sheng's shadow slowly spoke, as if he was also touched by Ci Song's poem.

At the same time, the students also started a discussion.

"Red beans are produced in the south. They are bright red and round, as crystal as coral. The Chu people often use them to inlay ornaments as mascots."

"The opening sentence is plain. It seems that there is no poetic flavor when it is spoken in colloquial language?"

"The second sentence starts with 'For whom?' followed by 'How many branches?', which naturally makes the question uneven and rhymed. The image of red plum blossoms blooming on overlapping branches is repeated in this way, and the third and fourth sentences echo it. On the surface, it seems to ask people to miss each other, but on the back, it deeply implies the weight of their own lovesickness."

"The concluding sentence uses the synchronic method to use two 'Jun' characters in parallel, so that the other party naturally enters a specific scene and feels this lovesickness personally."

The disciples who were watching analyzed the various artistic conceptions of this poem, but this poem did not completely resonate with others, because some people could not understand the artistic conception of red beans.

As a native of Chu, Qu Sheng naturally knew that red beans were also called acacia beans.

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