Saint of the Confucian way

The old drunkard looked thin, but he was so strong that the boat quickly moved away from the shore.

When the boatman picked up the silver and swam ashore, there was only a faint shadow of the boat on the lake.

The boatman clenched the silver and looked confused.

There was a man on one side: "don't be angry. This man is a crazy man in Yueyang City recently. He plays crazy after drinking wine. When he wakes up, he will return your boat. If he loses it, you can go to the Yamen and sue him."

The boatman reached out to wipe the water on his face and asked, "I've seen this old madman several times. It's reasonable to say that in places like Dongting Lake and outside Yueyang Tower, officials won't let these people make trouble. Is there something strange?"

"I just heard that he was a poor man, but he didn't do any great evil. All bad people's goods will be compensated when they wake up, and they will pay a lot of compensation. Some people want the old madman to toss himself."

The boatman said with a smile, "I see. I hope he will sink the old ship and replace it with a new one."

Everyone laughed off.

The smoke of Dongting Lake is misty. At night, it reflects the starry sky like the sea. The old wine ghost rowed to the depths of Dongting Lake, staggered to his feet, stood in the bow of the boat, untied his pants, faced the world and released the water.

The old drunkard shook his body and gave out a comfortable hum. He was so tired that he lay on the boat and fell asleep.

I don't know how long later, the boat shook and an ordinary boat gradually approached. The piano sound on the boat is pleasant and elegant.

The old drunkard's brow moved slightly, slowly opened his eyes and saw the stars all over the sky.

The intoxication in his eyes disappeared and became incomparably clear.

"Alas..."

Ji Anchang's face flashed a sad color.

In order to surpass Li Wenying, Ji Anchang tried his best to cultivate in ancient times. Finally, he quietly returned to the Shengyuan continent and wanted to press Li Wenying in the shengxingwen society and return home in gold.

He had left a way back for himself, so he just wanted to keep a low profile at the beginning, but he didn't know that Zong Jiaqing and Fang Yunjing had been in great momentum. As soon as they appeared, they were held high by Zong Xueyan and others, making him the hope of the whole Qingguo people. At that time, he thought that the victory was in hand and lost his vigilance, so he regarded himself as the leader of Qingguo literary world and challenged Li Wenying and Jing Guo.

It was really smooth at the beginning, but after Li Wenying wrote the "gift of fortune", the single sentence "one sword frosts 14 states" shocked the whole human family, not to mention all kinds of visions and the legendary infinite treasure light.

Since then, the only song in the world is "gift party transportation", and others dare not use it as the title again.

After being pressed by Li Wenying, Ji Anchang left in a daze. The first thing he got was not comfort, but the blame of Zong Xueyan and others, accusing him of his lack of strength, but playing a fat face and humiliating Qingguo.

Moreover, some scholars from other countries who had an old relationship with him also criticized him one after another, believing that he was disturbing the human race and cutting off his robe and righteousness by fighting Li Wenying at this time.

What he couldn't bear most was that the Ji family had already prepared to welcome him home with a grand gift. As a result, the Ji family removed all the arrangements as soon as the matter came out, and the Ji family old man was angry and dizzy.

The "three top scholars in one school and four bachelors from father and son" has become a laughing stock in the Qing Dynasty and even the Shengyuan continent.

On the list, all kinds of sarcasm continued. In particular, Jingguo scholars, especially Jingguo people of the same generation as Ji Anchang, were repeatedly ridiculed and humiliated by Ji Anchang in those years. Now new hatred and old hatred have surged up together and attacked Ji Anchang in the discussion list for many days.

Under multiple pressures, Ji Anchang finally found it difficult to stick to his original heart and was discouraged.

Having no face to see Jiangdong and his father, Ji Anchang had nowhere to go. He simply changed his clothes, disheveled his hair, covered his face with dust, hid his appearance, drank heavily in Yueyang City and paralyzed himself.

The reason why Ji Anchang didn't leave was that he had another idea in his heart, that is, he would get up wherever he fell, find a chance to surpass Li Wenying, Yang Qingguo's power, and return to Ji Jia as a winner.

However, Ji Anchang repeatedly analyzed Li Wenying's poem and couldn't find any power beyond that poem. Even if this poem is not a war poem, it can be ranked at the top by its spirit alone, let alone handed down war poetry. Moreover, it also created an unprecedented treasure light.

Theoretically speaking, this poem is not a new form. After all, the essence of this poem is still a war poem praising famous scholars, so Li Wenying is not the ancestor of poetry, but in people's hearts, Li Wenying's name of the ancestor of poetry is absolutely worthy of its name.

Ji Anchang tried his best to deduce, but he couldn't find any hope at all.

If there must be hope, it is canonization.

However, even Li Wenying, an evil spirit, cannot be defeated. How can he be canonized?

Ji Anchang fell into a strange circle. When he was sober, he tried to pressure Li Wenying, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt hopeless and upset, so he used wine to drown his worries, kill his will, wake up unwilling, continue to think of ways and go back and forth

Ji Anchang wanted to stay drunk for more time. Unexpectedly, he was awakened by the sound of piano and water waves. He couldn't get up and glared at the boat.

The boat was very ordinary. It was more than ten feet away from Ji Anchang's boat. The waves raised by the boat made the boat shake constantly, making Ji Anchang more upset with a hangover.

However, Ji Anchang is basically sober at the moment. Although he is unhappy, he will not drink and scold at will when he is drunk.

Ji Anchang took a deep breath, ignored the boat and observed his situation.

Ji Anchang found that the boat had left Dongting Lake and came to the river between Dongting Lake and the Yangtze River.

The great Confucian would never forget things, but these days he kept drinking and deliberately gave up his strength to resist drunkenness. His mind was not as sharp as usual and his perception of the outside world was particularly slow. He had to rest for a few days to return to normal.

After a few moments, he remembered the absurd things he had done yesterday, and a look of shame appeared on his face.

He looked at the wooden boat under him, recalled the place where he set out and the boatman, and decided to row it back to the boatman and send another five liang of silver as compensation.

At this time, a messy voice came from the boat. It seemed that the people on board were talking about poetry and papers, and their voice became louder.

Ji Anchang listened and frowned.

Although they were too far apart, disturbed by the sound of zither and water waves, and lack of hearing after being drunk, their voices were somewhat distorted, Ji Anchang still heard some obvious flattering words.

"Everyone in the world", "famous all over the world", "good poetry" and so on.

Ji Anchang took another look at the painted boat. It was very ordinary. It didn't look like a boat used by real celebrities. It was obviously just that ordinary scholars were gathering. At most, it was just Hanlin. Most college students disdained to take this kind of painted boat.

Ji Anchang snorted coldly, looked at the direction and rowed to the lake, but suddenly stopped. A cold look appeared on his face and a little ridicule appeared in his eyes.

Because he heard that someone praised another person as "a poet", and the rest agreed.

In Shengyuan mainland, some flattery doesn't matter. Such praise can be seen everywhere, such as "everyone in the world" or "famous all over the world". However, any title related to the word "Saint" can't be exported at will, even if it is flattering, otherwise it will inevitably cause trouble.

Although it is harmless to say privately that "the sage of poetry", it must not be published to the public.

Ji Anchang snorted coldly and said in a loud voice, "who is called the saint of poetry on the river? Let's borrow the beautiful article!"