Saint of the Confucian way

Poetry becomes a town, ink fragrance thousands of miles.

The four people on the same stage with Fang Yun looked at each other, shook their heads together, and then walked down the stage together.

"I knew it would be the result!" one whispered.

"Will you jump Yushan?" one joked.

"Convinced of the loss, I still don't jump."

"This makes me understand that I should never participate in the cultural conference with Fang Yun."

"But if there is no square luck, what will the text mean?"

"That's what I said, alas..."

The people at the right table praised one after another. Many scholars who are not in the capital of their hometown expressed the most emotion. The sentence "thinking of relatives every festival" expressed everyone's sadness and missing.

Although the people on the left stood up to show respect, few people praised them, but they were silent. Most people were thinking about this sentence silently.

A person in the left seat sighed: "every festival, I miss my relatives twice. This sentence must be famous for thousands of years. I have no regrets if I get this sentence in my life."

A person nearby coughed and motioned him not to talk nonsense.

"Alas..." some people sighed and thought that the leader was Fang Yun.

Xiaoguogong refused: "Nangong great Confucian has also made several Zhenguo poems. The winner of this cultural meeting is unknown!"

Lei Yuanting secretly glanced at the great Confucian Nangong Leng, and then said, "what the Duke of Xiaoguo said is reasonable! This poem is too simple..."

"Shut up!" Tong Luan suddenly whispered and forced Lei Yuanting back. Lei Yuanting blushed and realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Others also looked at Lei Yuanting with strange eyes. When the great Confucian Nangong Leng was young, he was most famous not only for his poems, but also for his attitude towards poetry. He once had a good talk of "asking poetry to servants".

When Nangong Leng finished writing poems, he often asked a servant who didn't read much. If he didn't understand a poem or a strange word, he would correct it immediately, so he wrote many popular poems. His poems often seem simple, but they directly point to the true meaning of his poems, do not affectate, do not pursue gorgeous words, and are more real and emotional. This is the reason why Nangong Leng became famous.

Fang Yun also heard Lei Yuanting's words and Tong Luan's drink, and shook his head secretly. However, the man forgot the original meaning of the poetry. Not to mention the rhetoric, even the rhythm was second, and the poetry was still the most important meaning and emotion after all.

Fang Yun couldn't help thinking of Bai Juyi. Bai Juyi is known as "the devil of poetry" and "the king of poetry", and Bai Juyi has a good story that "old women can understand", which means that every time he writes a poem, an ordinary old woman will listen to it. If the old woman doesn't understand it, he will change the poem.

Jian Ming hurriedly said, "Mr. Nangong, why don't you comment on this poem?"

Nangong gave Jian Ming a cold, expressionless look. He was so frightened that Jian Ming raised his hand and slapped himself in the face. He said, "students talk nonsense, students know their mistakes." then he bowed his head deeply.

"Nonsense! Nangong guru is the one who wants to win the first prize. How can he comment? Let Nangong guru think about Chongyang poems first, don't disturb him!" Si Yueqing scolded.

"Yes," the others nodded.

On the stage, the master of the Wei family was smiling. As the organizer of this year's Chongyang cultural society, the better the poetry appeared in the cultural society, the more helpful it would be to the reputation of the Wei family. As the master of a rich family, it's not worth bragging about how much money he made and who he knew, but a Zhenguo poem appeared at the cultural society he presided over, which can be boasted for a lifetime.

Lord Wei looked down at the audience and said, "who would like to comment on this poem?"

"My heart is itchy. I'll come," said Jiang Hechuan. He raised his right foot and walked forward. He was like a fairy. He flew to the Wentai to resist the wind. When his right foot landed, he was already standing by Fang Yun's table.

Fang Yun bowed his hand and stepped back.

Everyone immediately listened solemnly. Jiang Hechuan was the cultural Minister of a country. He was in charge of the education of the whole country and was the "acting master". The monarch worshipped him when he saw him. He didn't have to worship the monarch.

Jiang Hechuan nodded slightly and said: "I don't need to say more about the phrase 'I miss my family twice during the festival'. I read countless poems, but I haven't seen such a refined and perfect summary. It's close to the poem. Just now someone said that it's true to be a town of the country. Thousands of years later, Jiang Hechuan will be forgotten, but this sentence will continue to be mentioned. Even as long as it's a festival cultural meeting, this sentence will inevitably appear. This sentence is the power of simplicity, that is True poetry. "

"I like this sentence, but I prefer the following two sentences. Fang Yun's first two sentences express his thoughts directly, and if you and I write the latter two sentences, I'm afraid I will continue to write about how he thinks about his hometown. However, Fang Yun's last two sentences suddenly changed the world, not talking about himself, but reading for thousands of miles, wrote that his brothers, relatives and friends also climbed up in a distant place. They inserted dogwood everywhere, but found that Fang Yun was missing. I was very happy after hearing this sentence I feel inexplicably lost. "

Many people didn't know the last two sentences of the poem, but they could hear the explanation of Wen Xiang, which was vaguely understood.

Jiang Hechuan deliberately paused for a few seconds to give everyone time to think, and then said, "the last two sentences are that Fang Yun pushed himself to others after 'thinking about relatives' and hoped to see" one less person " His relatives and friends should not be sad about him. The subtlety of his intention is really rare. However, if you think about it carefully, it will be sad for all his relatives and friends to lack him. What if he lacks so many relatives and friends? This sentence echoes the previous sentence "being a stranger in a foreign land alone" and shows the feeling of being far away from friends and hometown. Fang Yun's talent is beyond my ability. Where are these poems I'm afraid that if you can't write it for decades, you can't write it. "

Lei Yuanting blushed more and more when he heard it. Just now he was preconceived that the poem was simple, but Jiang Hechuan explained it. Since the town is the country, there is the truth of the town!

Lei Yuanting also found that great Confucianism would never speak poetry like this, but it was said in such detail that it was similar to Nangong Confucianism's "asking poetry for servants", because there were many women and children in the venue. If poetry terms were used to explain, they would not play any role in addition to showing off. This is the difference between great Confucianism and ordinary scholars. They have reached the realm of returning to nature.

The little Duke on one side wiped his sweat secretly. His face was hot. Fortunately, he was not stupid enough to blame the poem, otherwise he could only find a ground to drill in at the moment.

Then, Jiang Hechuan analyzed the wonderful use of the words "independence" and "difference" in the poem, and finally praised it as a stroke of genius.

"This poem is not only wonderful in structure and profound in meaning, but also unique in calligraphy. It is such a masterpiece that when it is consecrated in the Jingguo school palace for three years, people all over the world will know that Jingguo students are not inferior to any other country."

After Jiang Hechuan finished his speech, he smiled and threw a fist at the people, then without fireworks, stretched out his fingers and pinched the memory of the brothers of the holy ruins on September 9, which was included in the seashells of the lake. His movements were natural and unrestrained.

The whole audience was stunned.

Fang Yun almost rolled his eyes. Looking at the action, he knew that Wenxiang must cover the Zhenguo poem in his hand for a few days before he could put it into the school palace.

Fang Yun is not worried that the poem will be embezzled. He is bound to return to his hand in three years. There are only advantages and no disadvantages in sending poetry and prose to the school palace. Many things can't be turned on their own. When poetry and prose are put into the school palace, they have qualifications and qualifications.

Jiang Hechuan finished appreciating the poem and walked down the stage.

Everyone's eyes intentionally or unintentionally fell on another great scholar in purple robe.

Even if Nangong Leng didn't speak, he still inevitably became the focus of the whole audience.

Everyone on the top of the mountain seemed to be strangled by invisible forces. No one spoke, only the autumn wind.

Even children who don't understand anything are affected by the atmosphere and hold their parents' clothes tightly.

Fang Yun looked down at the ground of Wentai and didn't see Nangong Leng. Even if he knew that Nangong Leng might be bad for him, he didn't provoke or compete, and he wouldn't be complacent because he had a Zhenguo poem.

Fang Yun Yu Guang saw that the purple figure moved, his heart jumped suddenly, and then looked up in amazement, because Nangong Leng didn't walk towards the stage, but stepped on the white clouds and rose slowly, even leaving the Wen Hui.

What's the matter?

Everyone, including Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan, is confused. Nangong Leng can't escape without comparison. As a generation of great Confucianism, he would rather lose than escape. Moreover, his state of Wu is opposed to the state of Jing. Once he escapes, he will be despised by scholars in the state of Wu.

The most important thing is that when a great Confucian comes to press Fang Yun to raise a person, he must ask for the Lei family. Leaving now will not only lose important opportunities, but even offend the powerful Lei family.

Even the living semi saint will not offend the Lei family, let alone a great Confucian!

Nangong turned his back to the crowd and stepped on the white cloud slowly. In the confused eyes of the crowd, he suddenly spoke and spread his voice thousands of miles.

"The young phoenix of the Fang family soars in the sky. A hundred birds gather their wings and dare not present an article."

The faces of many people in the left seat were black and turned to ashes at the bottom of the pot. In particular, the small Duke who wanted Fang Yun to die, Jian Ming and Lei Yuanting, who bet heavily, were black and purple and could burst at any time.

The small country scolded Nangong for being cold and crazy. The "hundred birds gather their wings and dare not present an article" is not just that Nangong Daru thinks he is inferior to Fang Yun. With the thought of the "young Phoenix", it is obviously helping Fang Yun become famous!

A great Confucian who was the most famous poet in the world thought that the name of the poem was not as good as Fang Yun, which meant that even fools could hear it.

The slightest carelessness of this kind of support is the death of Yingming. Even Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan can't do it, but the man of Wu state who is opposite to Jing state can speak out, which is beyond everyone's imagination.

Jian Ming's eyes are red. He never dreamed that Nangong Leng would say so. In his view, Nangong Daru is treason! At this moment, he even wanted to assassinate Nangong Leng, a great Confucian traitor, but the idea soon dissipated.

Lei Yuanting's eyes were full of panic. He seemed to have foreseen something. He reached out to hold the table and his clothes trembled.

Nangong's cold voice spread all over Yushan again.

"I wanted to cooperate with the Lei family. The Lei family tried my sincerity with Fang Yun, but I tried the Lei family's ability with Fang Yun. Unfortunately, the Lei family made enemies with Fang Yun and had no ability to know people. Relying on the shadow of the dragon family and ancestors, I was complacent and looked down on no one. I was ashamed to be with you! I wanted to talk about poetry with Fang Yun for a long time. Although I didn't say a word today, I returned home with a full load. Wonderful!"

When Nangong Leng said the last two words "wonderful", in addition to Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan, both centenarians and three-year-old children, whether those on the right support Fang Yun or those on the left oppose Fang Yun, even Jian Ming, who has lost Mo Jiao's pen wash, and Lei Yuanting, who may lose Denglong stone, showed a natural smile.

Everyone was infected and changed by the word "wonderful" of Nangong Leng. Endless joy appeared in everyone's heart, as if everyone met the most wonderful things like Nangong Leng.

Fang Yun bowed deeply and said with spring thunder: "Mr. Nangong is broad-minded. He is really a scholar model. The students almost spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. Congratulations, sir."

Nangong Leng gently shook his sleeves, put his hands behind him, accelerated away, and finally disappeared into the sky.