Saint of the Confucian way

In the Mochi Academy in Zhucheng, an old scholar stood on the podium, facing the Mongolian children in the school.

"I'm afraid you've heard the poem" Chunwang ", but you don't know the true meaning of this poem. All poems can be generally divided into two categories: war poems and non war poems. War poems are divided according to the position and are easy to understand. Then, who knows how to classify non war poems? Romon, tell me."

A little Mongolian boy stood up and said in a clear voice, "yes, sir. Non war poetry can improve the literary name from low to high. They are out of the county, Da Fu, Ming Zhou, Zhen Guo and spread all over the world. There are also higher saints. Generally speaking, poetry does not startle saints. Only if the article is well written can it startle saints."

The old scholar nodded and said, "sit down. Romon answered very well. Among these two kinds of poems, there is a very special kind of poetry called 'handed down'. All non handed down war poems can be called strange poems. What is handed down? Dong Daan, tell me."

I saw a simple and honest child touching his head, standing up, blushing and saying, "I don't understand."

Many children cover their mouths and laugh.

"Sit down," Lao Xiu asked kindly, "who knows the origin of 'handed down'?"

Many children shook their heads.

The old scholar said, "it's normal that you haven't even finished learning the Confucian classics. It's handed down two words, Xunzi, including jundao There is a saying that "if you keep your duties and follow your career, you dare not make profits and losses, but you can pass it on to the next generation". This is the lowest level of inheritance, nothing more than leaving a name for future generations. However, the inheritance of poetry in handed down Poetry not only means that poetry can be passed on to future generations, but also means that the power contained in such poetry can be passed on to others. The human race will not perish, and handed down poetry will last forever! "

Many children slowly straighten out their chests and are influenced by the words of old scholars.

The old scholar raised his head and continued with great pride: "Originally, only people from Shengyuan could write poems handed down from generation to generation, but we in the literary circles have always looked up to others for thousands of years and have never really been on an equal footing with people from Shengyuan. However, since yesterday, a poem handed down from generation to generation has appeared in the literary circles of Kong Shengyuan! Yes, this poem is not a war poem and can not directly kill the enemy; yes, this poem can only be used by Han Lin at least, and can not be used by every scholar. However, The purpose of this poem is no less than any war poetry! For the first time, people in our literary circles have far exceeded Shengyuan in one respect! "

Many children flushed with excitement, clenched their fists, and their eyes were full of pride.

The old scholar cut the nail and cut the railway: "from today on, you will begin to recite Chunwang. Remember this poem. Remember this man named Zhang Longxiang. He may be framed to death by the Marquis of lumen or the king of Chu, but remember that the homesickness of hundreds of millions of soldiers for thousands of years will be solved by one person! Today, I don't learn anything else, just learn Chunwang." ! as a native of Chu and Zhucheng, if you can't recite this poem, don't be a scholar! "

On the second day after the appearance of spring hope, the poem was like a prairie fire, which spread wildly in the literary circles of Confucius. 90% of the students taught their students this poem in the classroom that day.

This is the first handed down poem of Kong Shengwen.

Once this poem is published, it will rain.

Instead of staying in the military camp in Nancheng, Fang Yun took a carriage to the east outside the city and went to another courtyard belonging to the Marquis of the Pearl River.

Last night, Zhang Qingfeng and other generals loyal to Zhujiang Hou came to congratulate, but it was inconvenient to celebrate in the military camp. Lumen Hou's ears and eyes were everywhere in Zhucheng, so they made an appointment to come to the Phoenix other courtyard by the sea.

This other courtyard was Zhang Wankong's favorite place in those years.

There are several hills by the sea ten miles away from the Pearl City, including a phoenix mountain about 100 feet high. This mountain and all the fields nearby are the property of the Marquis of the Pearl River.

When the carriage arrived at the foot of Fenghuang mountain, Fang Yun said, "stop. I walked up the mountain with my father. Since then, I don't take a car up Fenghuang mountain."

"Yes, sir."

Fang Yun lifted his robe and stepped out of the carriage.

Just ahead is a hill with jagged rocks and lush trees. A winding mountain road leads to the hillside and reaches a courtyard.

Fang Yun's eyes left Fenghuang Mountain and looked to the East.

The nearest is the light green farmland, neat, with farmers and buffalo busy. In the distance is the blue ocean. The sea breeze blows, the waves are sparkling, and the sound of seagulls is pleasant and crisp.

The sky is clear and transparent, and the hot sun shines on the earth and ocean.

Fang Yun glanced at the farmland and farmers. Because of yesterday's dangerous experience, he suddenly envied this leisure life.

Last night, Fang Yun got the exact news that lumenhou really wanted to cause Ying Xiaozhi to commit a felony. However, as soon as Chunwang came out, all the soldiers' letters flew directly to their hometown. All the anger accumulated by the soldiers not only dissipated, but also Fang Yun got their gratitude.

Just last night, some family letters flew directly from afar to Pearl City and reached the hands of the receiving soldiers for the first time.

Now, Fang Yun's prestige is not only unprecedented in Zhucheng, but also tall and majestic in the eyes of all soldiers in the state of Chu, the literary world and even the Shengyuan continent.

The crisis was temporarily lifted, and Fang Yun finally saw through the first test of Shushan.

It is not the so-called rectification of the Pearl River Army by old man Shushan, but the killing of the king of Chu!

Two tests, one bright and one dark, the test in the dark is more steep.

"The king of Chu will not kill me immediately, so I can relax and rest for a few days." Fang Yun was about to walk to the other courtyard of Fenghuang when a peasant couple came along the road.

The two farmers are not beautiful. Their skin is dark because of the sea breeze and work. They greeted with a smile and called Mr. Hanlin orally, but they were different from ordinary people. They were not humble at all, nor did they call Mr. Hanlin adults. They were more like respecting scholars than senior officials.

Fang Yun liked the attitude of the two farmers. He smiled and said, "how was the harvest last year?"

When they stopped, the farmer answered with a smile.

Fang Yun chatted with them for a while. When they parted, the farmer invited Fang Yun to eat at home. Fang Yun promised that he would visit.

Fang Yun walked along the mountain road, near the Fenghuang other courtyard, and looked back down the mountain.

The two farmers walked leisurely forward, slowly and steadily.

"Maybe I can stay here these days..."

Fang Yun thought in his heart and continued to walk to the other hospital of Phoenix.

There were many carriages parked at the gate of Fenghuang's other courtyard. Without waiting for Fang to transport them to the door, two old Hanlin led by Zhang Qingfeng and Wang Li came out to meet them with seven Jinshi generals.

Fang Yun strode forward, joking with them and walking inward.

This is just a seemingly ordinary party, but it is not ordinary for everyone present.

For the nine generals, they have completely sided with Fang Yun.

For the other party, he finally had a fixed team and mastered 40% of the Pearl River Army.

Ten people sat in the Phoenix courtyard, drinking tea and chatting in the pavilion, facing the sea breeze and overlooking the sea.

After an hour, Zhang Qingfeng frowned and said, "the meeting is not over yet. I'm afraid it's too noisy in the hall."

The crowd nodded gently and looked at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun calmly picked up the teacup and drank it slowly, as if he were out of it.

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