Nightwatcher Chapter 19: Send off poems

　　Outskirts of Kyoto, Sheep Pavilion!

　　Several luxury carriages parked beside the pavilion. The outskirts were cold and windy, and the rolling hills were light brown.

　　 The sun hangs warmly, making people feel the warmth of Nako in the early winter days.

　　The Ziyang layman of Yunlu Academy is going to be an official.

　　 is a great happy event for Yunlu Academy, whose officialdom is declining.

　　The gentlemen of the college sang at the festival, and the students were so happy, they all felt elated, and the days of their early days were coming.

In the 　　 pavilion, three old men sat and drank tea. One of them was wearing a purple robe and his temples were white. He was the protagonist of this time off.

　　 Yang Gong, whose name is Ziqian, is named Ziyang Jushi, and the champion in Yuanjing's 14th year. In the following year, he paid an official post and returned to Yunlu Academy to study. In 22 years, peaches and plums were all over the world, and he became a famous scholar in the world.

　　He should have had a better future, and he was a no-brainer in the court, but he left the officialdom sadly when he was at its peak. Regarding this matter, there are divergent opinions among scholars. Some people say that he has offended his majesty before he has to pay officialdom.

　　 Some people said that he had offended the first assistant of the court, and the methods were not as good as people, so he was sullied and rolled over.

　　 But anyway, 22 years later, he finally came out again. Go to Qingzhou as the chief ambassador.

　　 The real chief official in frontiers.

　　 The identities of the other two are also not low, not to mention their status in the Yunlu Academy, or their reputation outside, they won’t lose to the Ziyang family.

　　Wearing a gray robe and growing a goat beard, Li Mubai, a great player, was once known as the best chess player in the world. Five years ago, he talked with Wei Yuan and Wei Gong in three rounds.

　　The man in the blue robe is called Zhang Shen. Everyone in the art of war, the "Six Notes of the Art of War" written in his early years is still a must-read publication for military attaches and generals.

　　 is the only warrior in Dafeng who can be compared with Wei Yuan.

Outside the 　　 Pavilion, there was a group of students who were seeing off. They were all potential students in Yunlu Academy.

　　 Xu New Year is among them.

　　 "Mr. Ziyang is finally out of the mountain. If we can be appreciated by him, we will be prosperous in the officialdom in the future." A familiar classmate whispered: "Farewell, are you ready for poetry."

　　 My brother prepared it for me.....and it is half of the seven laws...Xu New Year looked at the pavilion, and said lightly: "Scribble half of the song, Uncle Yong, you are too utilitarian."

　　The seven-law poem has a strict metric, requiring a uniform number of words in the poem, consisting of eight sentences, each with seven characters, and each two sentences in a joint, a total of four joints.

　　 Xu Qi'an gave him only two copies of Qi Lv. After Xu Xinnian asked after dinner, his cousin hesitated and changed the subject, just not giving the last two copies.

　　"This is not utilitarian. Learning the sea is the same as the Huanhai, working hard to make a boat, and drilling for the pulp." My friend said that he seemed to know that Xu Xinnian was not good at poetry, so he didn't ask much.

　　 "Uncle Yong is right. Now the officialdom is corrupt. The subordinates cooperate with the corrupt officials and the common people. The natural disasters have been for years. If you want to change the situation, you have to be more active." Another student participated in the topic.

　　 The student named Uncle Yong nodded and looked at Xu Xinnian: "You always say that poetry is a trail, but no matter how good your article is, who will remember you in decades? Poetry can be passed down to the world. "

　　Poetry is a trail, which cannot govern the country or benefit the people, but is arty... Xu Erlang just wanted to say that, considering that he is now preparing to use arty trails to please the old predecessors, he swallowed the words back, vaguely Hmm.

　　Uncle Yong looked at him in surprise, but didn't even raise the bar!

　　 Li Mubai, a great power player, sighed: "Brother Yang, you want to be half as exquisite as them back then, and you won't waste more than 20 years."

　　Jushi Ziyang smiled.

　　 "This is not right," Zhang Shenshi laughed and drank tea: "Brother Yang is ambitious, and he is paving the way for the ‘fate’ state."

　　 Upon hearing this, Ju Shi Ziyang sighed: "After all, he was pushed out of the officialdom."

　　"This is not your problem. The people from the Imperial College will not watch our Yunlu Academy turn over."

　　 "Hmph, a group of villains who only know how to seduce the top and deceive, and play tricks. In less than two hundred years, they have harmed the world like this."

　　This matter involves a very interesting history.

　　 Confucianism originated from sages, and Bailu Academy, as an academy founded by a disciple of sages, prides itself on the orthodox of Confucianism. The fact is also true.

　　 But two hundred years ago, because of the struggle for the foundation of the country, he was completely disgusted by the emperor at the time.

　　 At this time, a traitor came out of Bailu Academy. Bailu Academy thought so.

　　 The traitor was originally a teacher of Bailu Academy. He took this opportunity to set himself up and please the emperor with the concept of ‘saving nature and destroying human desire’. With the emperor’s support, he established the Imperial College and became a master.

After 　　, the Imperial College replaced Yunlu Academy and became the main transportation agency for court officials.

　　 The Confucian orthodox struggle has continued for two hundred years.

　　 Ziyang layman said in a deep voice: “I’m going here to open up the frontiers of the Bailu Academy and lay the foundation for officialdom. But if I want to rejuvenate the academy’s past, I’m not enough. I need to work together. Excellent young man."

　　 Li Mubai and Zhang Shen smiled at each other, the latter turned his head and looked at the students outside the pavilion: "Is anyone willing to compose a poem and give one to Ziyang Lay?"

　　"Poems must have color, otherwise it's boring." Ziyang lay a purple jade off his waist: "The top blogger can get jade pendant."

　　The purple light of the jade pendant is flowing, and it is extraordinary.

The eyes of the students outside the pavilion are all lit up. The great scholars carry jade pendants with them, baptized by their talents, and they are magical. If they can get them, it will definitely be of great benefit.

　　 At the same time, layman Ziyang uses purple jade as his color head, which has a deeper meaning.

　　 Elders’ personal belongings are only given to juniors and students. That is to say, with this jade pendant, little brother, you are my person...my student.

　　 "The student would like to write a poem to see off the Ziyang layman." A tall and tall student wearing a cyan Confucian shirt and jade pendant around his waist stepped out and arched his hands toward the three great Confucian scholars in the pavilion.

　　 Li Mubai smiled and said, "This is my student Zhu Tuizhi, who is quite talented in poetry."

　　Jushi Ziyang smiled and nodded.

　　After the student named Zhu Tuizhi recites the farewell poem~IndoMTL.com~The smile on the face of Lay Ziyang became deeper and he was obviously very satisfied.

　　 "Not bad." Zhang Shen, everyone in the art of war, praised him without commenting. The two great scholars here are more talented in poetry than him.

　　 But a good beginning does not necessarily have a good ending. The following scenes can probably be described as a dog's tail.

The poem behind 　　 is not satisfactory and barely qualified.

　　 Li Mubai said with emotion: "Since Guozijian re-collected notes on the sage's classics, the principles of heaven and human desire have been preserved, the students of the world can only stick to the classics and bury their heads in the words and chapters. Over time, they have fallen into a situation of'fetters and tedious' . There is no spirituality in the poems of the article."

　　 Speaking of the back, I feel heartbroken.

　　 This is also the reason why Confucianism began to weaken in modern times. Pushing forward two hundred years, the famous saying of Confucianism is: Buddhism is great, Taoism is great, short oil, and sorcerers are also good. Gu Masters and wizards who pioneered another path are also very spiritual and worthy of praise.... Oh, the vulgar Takeshi invites you out. This is a gathering of gentlemen. By the way, take away the aliens of the monster race. The rest of you present here are all rubbish, IMHO!

　　 Confucianism was just like that.

　　 now?

　　Major cultivation systems: What's the matter with you, little brother?

　　 Confucian trembling: mmp.

　　 Ziyang Jushi sighed, "Nothing, don't mention this. Everyone, who else would like to write poetry?"

　　 no one else for a while.

　　 Zhu Tuizhi stared at Ziyu, his eyes hot, and he felt that it was something in his pocket.

　　 "Sir, I have a poem." Xu Xinnian walked out of the crowd and came to the pavilion.

　　 He has been silent on purpose until now. He is low-key and humble, and doesn't want to throw out good poems too early to embarrass classmates. There is absolutely nothing to do with the fragrant spitting between him and Zhu Tuizhi.