Song Menghua: At the beginning, ask to marry Sheng Minglan

"I often think of the demeanor of Mr. Zulai back then, and I am very yearning for it."

"It's just a pity."

"It is inevitable to overcorrect."

"In order to abandon the rhetoric of Xikun style, Zulai Gong blindly simplified the text and pursued adventures, but went to another extreme."

"It is the Taixue body today."

"Taixue style is neither as plain and simple as ancient prose, nor as elegant and gorgeous as parallel prose. It can be said that both ends do not occupy one end."

"It completely lost the literati's pursuit of the way and beauty of the article."

"It can be said."

"If the style of Taixue is not eliminated, if scholars all over the world follow suit, then the literary world in the Song Dynasty will definitely go mad, and there will be no cure for medicine and stone!"

Wang Anshi expounded in detail the evolution of Xikun style and Taixue style.

And a comprehensive analysis of their respective characteristics, in-depth criticism.

It doesn't matter whether the nearly thousand students on the long street recognize it or not, and accept it or not.

They all had to admit that without exaggerated knowledge far beyond ordinary people, they definitely couldn't say such profound and simple words.

Everyone knows that Wang Anshi is the number one scholar.

At least this night.

He lived up to the No. [-] pick.

So, I don't know whether I am thinking about Wang Anshi's words, or I am overwhelmed by his amazing talent. At this time, nearly a thousand students are silent.

Su Shi and Su Zhe's eyes were filled with admiration.

In addition to admiration, Zeng Gong also felt a little sour.

As for Qi Heng——

He didn't respond.

He knew very early on that since the people from the Taiyuan College chose to reason with Wang Anshi and Ouyang Xiu, they would be grasshoppers after autumn.

— What a joke.

——At least in the matter of verbal disputes, even if scholars from all over the world are moved here, and they fight for a few days and nights, no one may be able to argue with them.

……

at this time.

The door of Ouyang Mansion, which had been closed all along, finally opened slowly.

Not surprisingly.

All eyes were on the man walking through the door.

Ouyang Xiu was wearing a light blue robe, his expression was exactly the same as before, neither angry nor sad, just indescribably free and easy.

He walked to Wang Anshi's side with his hands behind his back, and looked at him, the proud disciple who only wore a jacket, with complicated eyes, but he still didn't say much after all.

Just patted him on the shoulder lightly.

He indicated what he said just now, and he heard it all.

Wang Anshi remained indifferent.

The two of them are both teachers and friends, so there is really no need to say it deliberately.

only.

The appearance of Ouyang Xiu inevitably made those students excited again.

"That's the old man!"

"The cruelty ruined their ten-year cold window!"

"Such a deep hatred, the great truth cannot be covered up!"

Some students cursed angrily on the spot.

"Ouyang Pifu, how dare you come out?"

"I thought you could hide at home for the rest of your life!"

Zeng Gong and Su Shi immediately frowned and stepped forward.

But Ouyang Xiu quickly waved his hand to stop them.

He just looked at the countless students on the long street and smiled.

"So you thought I didn't dare to come out?"

"You are wrong."

"I'm just sorting out..."

As he spoke, he also raised his right hand behind his back, and there was a stack of crumpled papers.

"These."

"You all tied it to a rock and threw it into my house just now."

"It's a mess, I sorted it out for a long time before I hurriedly read it."

Liu Ji, Liu Fengshan and the others were a little bit taken aback.

Obviously, they didn't know what was written on it either.

For Qi Heng and Su Shi, no one knew about it.

Even Bao Zheng and Wang Anshi looked at the stack of papers in his hand curiously.

Fortunately.

Ouyang Xiu didn't play charades either.

He looked at those things casually, and said casually: "Some called me a bastard, some called me stupid, and some cursed me to die...々."

"And the eulogy written for me, the memorial."

"It's too much, I won't read it."

Bao Zheng and Wang Anshi suddenly became gloomy.

Su Shi and Zeng Gong gritted their teeth even more.

Eulogy!

funeral oration!

This is too vicious!

Not to mention that Ouyang Xiu was originally a leader in the literary world, a member of the imperial court, even if he was just an elder, how could he suffer such an attack?

"You... are too much!"

"It's just insulting to Sven!"

Bao Zheng scolded angrily.

Liu Ji and Liu Fengshan were startled for a moment, then they could only bow their heads and remain silent.

Regardless of whether this vicious idea has anything to do with them, since his college is the initiator of this disturbance, they cannot get away with it!

however.

Ouyang Xiu didn't mind at all.

He waved his hand, but smiled and said, "Xiren, don't get angry."

"to be frank."

"When I saw these things, instead of being angry, I was delighted."

"Where does the joy come from?"

"Because I found out that none of your eulogies and sacrificial essays has a Xikun style or Taixue style."

"Either it's ancient or white."

"What does this mean?"

"It means that when you are emotional and just want to vent your emotions—"

"The subconscious mind still feels that it is more hearty to express emotions in ancient Chinese."

"Of course it's a good thing!"

So many students scolded him.

So many students cursed him.

But the focus of his attention is still on the literary world of Song Dynasty.

Don't care about the rest.

His kindness alone is enough to make everyone present respect him.

Including nearly a thousand students on Long Street!

"Actually."

"You're right to write it that way."

"After all, what is the purpose of writing articles?"

"It's just a way and a tool for us scholars to express emotions, remember things, and reason."

"When we regard this tool as a means, a skill to show off literary talent."

"That's a violation of the original intention, and it's a big mistake."

"It comes down to it."

"He, Qi Yuanruo, is right in what he said."

"Poetry is used to express ambition, and writing is used to convey Tao."