Chapter 20: Banque 7 law shocking Confucianism

　　 "Xu Cijiu, my student, has a deep understanding of the art of war, and is a manufacturable." Zhang Shen, a master of art of war, introduced that he can't write poetry.
　　 These words are pressed in my heart.
　　 Zhang, everyone is a bit strange, you don't know how to write poems, so why do you come out?
　　 Zhu Tuizhi, who thought he was bound to win the purple jade, heard the voice and was first vigilant. Seeing that it was Xu New Year, he didn't take it seriously.
　　 just glanced at him.
　　 Classmates for several years, apart from knowing the basics, they still know each other's length.
　　 Xu Xinnian excels in strategy and theory, and he is also accomplished in the art of war. Poetry is hard to come by.
　　 The jade pendant is still mine.
　　 The eyes of the students fell on Xu Xinnian. He enjoyed the gaze of everyone, his expression revealing no one, and he looked at the sun hanging in the sky:
　　 "Thousands of miles, yellow clouds and white sun."
　　 Li Mubai, a great power player, nods his head and strokes his beard. This sentence is just a simple description of the scenery, but his broad mind is on the paper.
　　 "The north wind is blowing wild geese and snow."
　　 It's winter season and the snow hasn't come yet, but it's not far away. This sentence is not an exaggeration.
　　 At sunset and dusk, heavy snow flies, in the whistling of the north wind, seeing the geese in the distance, the picture comes out.
　　 The background rendering of these two sentences is very good, and it fits this off.
　　Zhang Shen was extremely surprised. After examining Xu Xinnian carefully, with his poetry level as a student, these two seven-sentences must have been painstakingly written. If you can maintain the standard, you can't compete with Zhu Tui.
　　 Among the three highly respected Confucian scholars, the Ziyang layman with the highest level of poetry chewed on two lines of poems, feeling a little confused.
　　 Thousands of miles, dusk, north wind, lone geese, and snow fall all over the place... it outlines a bleak picture.
　　 This is not an official career, but he seems to be demoted.
　　 However, there is a real charm.
　　 This time out of officialdom seems to be reused by the court and granted authority. But the group of forces from the Imperial College, will they watch him keep pace?
　　 will he let him lay the foundation for Bailu Academy in officialdom?
　　 Going to Qingzhou here is actually an uncertain future and a long way to go.
　　 Suddenly, Xu Xinnian opened his arms, and his handsome face was reflected in the warm sunshine, revealing flawlessness and exquisiteness like jade.
　　He raised his arms, looked directly at the layman Ziyang, and uttered the last two sentences:
　　 "Mo worry about the road ahead and no confidant."
　　 "No one in the world knows you."
　　 Outside the pavilion, there was instant silence.
　　Russian, everyone present got goose bumps.
　　 Zhu Tuizhi turned his head stiffly, staring at Xu New Year who stood proudly.
　　 "Mo Chou has no confidant on the road ahead, no one in the world knows the king." Li Mubai clapped up and said, "Absolutely!"
　　 The first two sentences reveal a sad atmosphere, and the last two sentences turn back and forth, making people suddenly enlightened and inspiring.
　　 Zhang Shenshen looked at Xu Xinnian and was silent.
　　 Ziyang, a good poet, is still trapped in the artistic conception of this seven-character quatrain, his heart is shaking.
　　 "Good poem, good poem..." he murmured.
　　 "Why is there only a half threshold?" Zhang Shen, the warrior master, saw that his students did not continue to chant, and couldn't help asking.
　　...Xu New Year's mouth twitched: "This poem is only half-missing."
　　 only half the threshold? !
　　The scholars present immediately opened their eyes and couldn't accept such words. How can someone write half a poem, is this still a human?
　　 "It's okay, it's already shocking for the half-queen." Ju Shi Ziyang calmed his emotions and smiled profoundly, "Xu Cijiu, does this poem have a name?"
"No!"
　　 Xu New Year remained arrogant, but I really don’t know how to explain it. Only by maintaining a lonely attitude can people stop asking questions.
　　 "Don't worry, don't worry," Ziyang's smile widened, "This poem is for me to see off, right?"
　　 Xu New Year nodded.
　　 "It's better to think of one for you, the old man."
　　 Li Mubai, a great power player, and Zhang Shen, everyone in the art of war, suddenly understood his intentions, and felt like a lemon in their hearts.
　　 "How about "Sheep Pavilion Sending Yang Gong to Qingzhou"?" The dignified scholar had expectation in his eyes.
　　 "It's acceptable!" Xu Xinnian subconsciously said proudly, and then realized that his attitude lacked respect, and added: "It's all up to the master."
　　 "Shameless old thief."
"Humph!"
　　 The two great scholars are more sour.
　　 "This is good luck." Ziyang Jushi laughed loudly, triumphantly facing the two others.
　　 Now that the poem is weak, the spread of this poem will surely cause a sensation among the scholars and be sung by students all over the world.
　　 Ziyang Lay's reputation will rise with the tide. The key is that his operation is equivalent to binding his name to this poem.
　　 If this poem is handed down, the name of Lay Ziyang will also be passed down through the ages.
　　 It is very possible that these masterpieces will be passed down to the world.
In the eyes of the two great scholars, the shameless thing is that Xu Xinnian presented the poem teacher as a student. The name of the poem should not be taboo. It should be referred to by "character" or "name". Write the name into the poem.
　　 It can be seen that this thief is already shameless in order to become famous.
　　What is the biggest dream of a scholar, self-cultivation and governance of the country? No, this is an ideal, not a dream.
　　 For thousands of years, scholars have only one biggest dream: to stay in history!
　　 The jealous nature of the two great scholars separated.
　　As a teacher, Zhang Shen realized that this poem may not have been written by his own students, but he did not reveal it. The students can be favored by the Ziyang layman because of his own destiny. I am also happy as a teacher.
　　 Amidst the students’ boiling discussion, Xu Xinnian coughed and told the truth:
Teacher, two gentlemen, this poem was not written by me, but someone else.

　　 The discussion stopped for a moment.
　　 The expressions of the three great scholars were different, and Zhang Shen suddenly showed such an expression.
　　 Li Mubai seemed to be taken aback, very unexpected.
　　 Ziyang Jushi reacted the most, stepping across the first two parts, eagerly asking: "Who is it? Are they students from our college? Is it here?"
　　 looked across Xu New Year, searching among the students.
　　 "It's my brother!" Xu Xinnian raised his chin slightly, maintaining an arrogant posture.
　　The silent student began to talk again:
　　 "Xu Cijiu's brother?"
　　 "Where to study? Why haven't I heard of this person."
　　 "Um... If you remember correctly, Xu Cijiu seems to be the eldest son?"
　　 "Farewell, your elder brother Gao has his surname, and who did he learn from...Oh, you mean, we don't even know anything about such talented poets."
　　 The students are in a hurry.
　　 The three great scholars also looked at Xu New Year.
　　 Not good, I was influenced by the rough old man, I shouldn’t have said the rough old man...Looking at the fiery-eyed students, Xu New Year suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.
　　Everything is inferior, but only a high school student, which shows that scholars are proud, and so is Xu New Year himself.
　　 The scholars at Yunlu Academy are more proud.
　　 If Xu Qi'an is also a scholar, they will admire and admire him, and if everyone knows that it is just a service, negative emotions will arise.
　　A low-ranking officer can also write the seven laws of exquisite quality. Where do we put our faces?
　　 Xu New Year's scalp: "Brother family... study hard at home, not in Yunlu Academy, nor in the Imperial College, he, he is indifferent in character, not fond of fame, not fond of merit, and only wishing to have a good head and a poor scripture."
　　 It is so unbelievable, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is simply a model of our generation, and it is admirable.... The students of Bailu Academy were shocked, and the hearts of making friends rose.
　　 No surprises for the top pick. Ziyu gave Xu New Year, and the layman Ziyang bowed to everyone with a red face, feeling that his thoughts were clear, and when he boarded the luxury carriage, he left a sentence meaning:
　　 "Such a talent, can't be covered in dust, pure Jing, sincerely, what do you think?"
The two great scholars didn't know whether they really did not understand, or pretended not to understand, and silently sent away the layman Ziyang. When the carriage was gone, Li Mubai suddenly grabbed Xu Xinnian's hand and took him aside: "Farewell. , The old man suddenly became interested in accepting disciples. Today, there was nothing wrong with him, so he took me to see your brother."
　　 Zhang Shen was shocked, and said: "Farewell, if you and your brother worshipped under the old man's seat, it would be a good story."
　　 It doesn't matter whether you write poems or not, because you don't want to bury such a talent.
　　 If in the future Miao Shou occasionally gets a poem handed down from the world, such as "My Teacher Zhang Shen", it is also great.
　　 Li Mubai said displeased: "The art of war is not the mainstream. Scholars must first learn the classics, general policy theory, and self-cultivation."
　　 "Heh, chess is the mainstream? And he is still a person who can't afford to lose, and he has no victory in Wei Yuan's hands." Zhang Shen snorted coldly.
　　 "Old thief, shut up, don't talk to me about Wei Yuan. The old man always cherishes talents, and this student old man has accepted."
　　 "Old Piff, are you cherishing talents? You are a poetic talent who greets him."
　　 "Shameless old thief, look at the old man with a mouthful of righteousness and shock you to death."
　　 "As if the old man doesn't have one."
　　 Xu New Year's scalp numb.
　　 The students in the distance were shocked. They didn't know what was going on, and the two great scholars quarreled with each other, and even tended to do things.