Nightwatcher Chapter 20: Banque 7 law shocks big scholars

　　 "Xu Cijiu, my student, is well versed in the art of war, and is a manufacturable material." Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, introduced that he can't write poetry.

　　 This sentence is pressed in my heart.

　　 Zhang, everyone is a little strange, you don't know how to write poems, so why do you come out?

　　 Zhu Tuizhi, who thinks that purple jade is inevitable, heard the voice, first be wary, and see that it is Xu New Year, so he doesn't take it seriously.

　　 just glanced at him.

　　 classmates for several years, not to mention knowing the basics, there are still counts on each other's length.

　　Xu Xinnian excels in strategy and theory, and his art of war is also accomplished. Poetry is hard to come by.

　　The jade pendant is still mine.

　　The eyes of the students fell on Xu Xinnian. He was enjoying the gaze of everyone, his expression revealed no one, looking at the sun hanging in the sky:

　　"A thousand miles of 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 blows 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, and in the whistling north wind, seeing the geese in the distance, the picture comes out at a glance.

　　 The background of these two sentences is rendered very well, and it fits this off.

　　Zhang Shen was extremely surprised. He carefully examined Xu Xinnian, and based on his student's level of poetry, these two seven-sentence lines 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 layman Ziyang with the highest level of poetry was chewing on two lines of poems, feeling a little confused.

　　 Thousands of miles, dusk, north wind, lonely geese, and snow fall.... It outlines a bleak picture.

　　 This is not an official career, he seems to be demoted.

　　 However, there is a real charm.

　　 This time out of officialdom, it seems to be reused by the court to grant 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 the future is elusive.

　　 Suddenly, Xu Xinian opened his arms, and his handsome face was reflected in the warm sunshine, revealing the flawlessness and exquisiteness of jade.

　　He raised his arms, looked straight 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.

　　Russia, everyone present got goose bumps.

　　 Zhu Tuizhi turned his head a little bit stiffly, staring blankly at Xu New Year who stood proudly.

　　"Mo Chou has no confidant on the road ahead, no one in the world knows the emperor." Li Mubai excitedly high-five: "Absolute!"

　　 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.

　　The Ziyang layman with good poetry, at this moment, 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 master of art of war, saw that his students did not continue chanting, and couldn't help asking.

　　...Xu New Year’s mouth twitched: "This poem is only half-open."

　　 is only half the threshold? !

　　The scholars present immediately widened 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 to be a man of heaven." Ziyang Jushi calmed his emotions and smiled deeply, "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 you off, right?"

　　Xu New Year nodded.

　　"It's better to think of one for you, the old man."

　　 Li Mubai, the great power player, and Zhang Shen, the master of art, suddenly understood his intentions, and they felt like lemons in their hearts.

　　 "How about "Sheep Pavilion Sending Yang Gong to Qingzhou"?" The dignified scholar had expectation in his eyes.

　　 "It's OK!" Xu Xinnian subconsciously said proudly, then realized that his attitude lacked respect, and added: "It's all up to Mr. to call the shots."

　　 "Shameless old thief."

　　 "Huh!"

　　The two great scholars are more sour.

　　"This is good fortune." Ziyang Jushi laughed loudly, triumphantly facing the two of them.

　　 Poetry is weak now, this poem is spread out, it will definitely cause a sensation in the scholars, and it will be sung by students all over the world.

　　 Ziyang Lay's reputation will also rise with the tide. The key is that his operation is equivalent to binding his name to this poem.

　　 If this poem becomes a masterpiece, the name of Lay Ziyang will also be passed down through the ages.

　　 These masterpieces are very likely to be passed down to the world.

　　 In the eyes of the two great scholars, the most shameless thing is that Xu Xinnian presented the poem teacher as a student. There should be no taboo in the title of the poem. It should be referred to by "character" or "name", only peers. Or a friend can 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 has separated.

　　As a teacher, Zhang Shen realized that this poem may not have been written by his own students, but he didn't open it up. The students were 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.

　　Jushi Ziyang responded the most, stepping across the first two parts, eagerly asking: "Who is it? Are you a student 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 started talking again:

　　"Xu Cijiu's brother?"

　　 "Where to study, why haven't I heard of this character."

　　 "Um... If you remember correctly, Xu Cijiu seems to be the eldest son?"

　　"Farewell, your brother Gao's surname is his name, and who did he learn from....Oh, you mean, we don’t 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. It can be seen that scholars are proud, and so are 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 superb quality. Where do we put our faces?

　　Xu New Year's scalp: "Brother family... study hard at home, not in Yunlu Academy, not in the Imperial College, he, he is indifferent and indifferent, does not like fame, does not like merit, only hopes to be poor. Jing."

　　 is so dignified~IndoMTL.com~ is a model of our generation and admirable....The students of Bailu Academy were shocked, and they were so excited to make friends.

　　 There is no surprise for the top pick. Ziyu gave Xu New Year. The layman Ziyang bowed to everyone with a red face, feeling that his thoughts were clear, and when he boarded the luxurious carriage, he left a sentence that meant something:

　　 "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, they silently sent away the layman Ziyang, when the carriage was away, Li Mubai suddenly grabbed Xu Xinnian’s hand and took him aside:" Say goodbye to the old, the old man suddenly became interested in accepting disciples. Today, there is nothing wrong with him. Take 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 might be a good story."

　　 It is not important to write poems or not, mainly because I don’t want to bury such a talent.

　　 If Miao Shou occasionally gets a poem handed down from the world, such as "My Teacher Zhang Shen", it would be 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, without a win in Wei Yuan's hands." Zhang Shen snorted coldly.

　　 "Old thief, you shut up, don't talk to me before Wei Yuan. The old man always cherishes talents, and this student old man is accepted."

　　 "Old Piff, are you cherishing talents? You are a poetic talent who greets him."

　　"Shameless old thief, watch the old man's breath 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 began to quarrel with each other, and even tended to do things.