Nightwatcher Chapter 51: Foguang

Da Feng Da Geng Ren Jing Cha Feng Yun Chapter 51 The three great Confucian scholars did not accept the tacit understanding, but exchanged eyes with each other.

When Dean Zhao Shou saw this, he reached out to take the folded rice paper and unfolded it slowly. Then he fell into a long silence.

Detecting Zhao Shou’s abnormality, Zhang Shen tentatively asked: "The Dean?"

But the dean ignored him, murmured in a low voice, fell into a certain emotion, and couldn't get rid of it temporarily.

After a while, Zhao Shou smiled while stroking his beard: "Good poem! I will personally carve this poem in the Yashengdian, so that it will become a part of Yunlu Academy. In the future, future generations will look back on this history. This poem is enough.

"The three of you come to my Yaju to drink tonight. Let's drink until dawn."

The three great Confucian scholars found it incredible. As the leader of Confucianism today, how could Dean Zhao Shou be so ghoulish because of a poem.

Even the masterpieces such as "Dark Fragrant Floating Moon Twilight" and "Full of Boats and Clear Dreams Compressing the Galaxy", the dean only smiled and praised them.

"Watch for yourself!" Zhao Shou handed the paper over.

Zhang Shen took it, and watched with the two great scholars. The expressions of the three of them suddenly solidified, and they were immersed in a certain emotion like Zhao Shou before.

"Difficult to travel, difficult to travel, many divergent roads, I am here today. There will be long winds and waves, and the sails will hang on the clouds to help the sea." Li Mubai suddenly burst into tears and said sadly:

"This poem was written in Yunlu Academy."

Two great scholars, Zhang Shen and Chen Tai, clenched their fists. They understood why the dean had lost his temper. Li Mubai was right. This poem was written to Yunlu Academy.

Recalling the two hundred years since the establishment of the Imperial College, Yunlu Academy has entered the darkest era in history. The students studied hard and worked hard, but in exchange for the snow, there was nowhere to shed blood, and there was nowhere to show their talents. .

Stop the cup and throw the chopsticks and can't eat, draw the sword and look around at a loss!

And these last two sentences are simply a touch of magic, which made several great scholars alive and excited.

The greatest charm of poems is empathy, which completely pokes the hearts of Zhao Shou in the courtyard and the three great scholars.

"Dean..."

Zhang Shen coughed, got rid of the turbulent emotions, and whispered: "Xu Cijiu is my disciple, and I taught it hard."

"I would like to say, hard work, hard work." Zhao Shou said with satisfaction.

"To cultivate talents for the academy, I, Zhang Jin, has an unshirkable responsibility. How hard it is to talk about it." Zhang Shenyi said righteously:

"However, I have a small request, I hope the dean can meet it."

Chen Tai and Li Mubai became alert for an instant.

Zhao Shou said gently: "What's the requirement?"

"When you engrave a poem by yourself, remember to write a few small characters after resigning from your old signature: Teacher Zhang Shen, a person from Jingzhou."

Zhao Shou hasn't answered yet, Chen Tai and Li Mubai said first: "I object!"

Zhang Shen was furious: "The poem written by my student, whatever your business, is it your turn to object?"

"Shit!"

The two big scholars blow their beards and stare, unceremoniously opening them: "What is your student's level, you have no idea about it? Who wrote your poem, don't you dare to say?"

Of course Zhang Shen knows that Xu Cijiu is his student, and his student knows how much he weighs a few kilograms. The teacher knows better than anyone else.

As for how Xu Cijiu guessed the question, Zhang Shen's thought was that Xu Qi'an asked Wei Yuan for help.

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The question mark flashed in Zhao Shou's heart, he waved his hand to cut off the hearing of the students who reported to the side, and said solemnly: "What did you just say? This poem was not written by Xu Cijiu?"

Chen Tai snorted: "Xu Cijiu is good at policy and theory, and his poems are mediocre. How to make such an inspiring masterpiece."

Li Mubai took over: "It's not my student Xu Qi'an yet."

"When did you become your student again?" Zhang Shen sneered: "That's also my student, so no matter how I write my name, it's correct."

The three great scholars quarreled.

Dean Zhao Shou listened for a moment, and probably understood that this poem was not written by Xu Cijiu, but by his cousin who was praised as the chief of poetry by the scholars.

So, Xu Cijiu also cheated.

"By the way, what does our Huiyuan attend?" Zhao Shou asked.

Confucianism pays attention to character. The higher the level of Confucianism, the more emphasis on the firmness of character. To put it bluntly, every Confucianism has extremely high moral integrity.

But this does not mean that all the members of Confucianism, unless the "fate" of the virgin is established when setting up the destiny state, otherwise, the section can be missed, and the problem is not big.

But cheating is not a trivial matter.

"Governing the country and the art of war!" Zhang Shendao, he was originally a great scholar known for his art of war.

Governing the country is a "skill" that every Confucian student must learn. On this basis, Confucian students can choose 1-2 major "courses".

Some students are in charge of "The Book of Rites", some students are in charge of "The Doctrine of the Mean", and Xu Cijiu is in charge of "The Art of War".

When Zhao Shou heard the words, he nodded in relief. If he is in charge of the Art of War, there is no problem and it will not affect future promotion.

"You don't have to argue about a poem. I think that Xu Qi'an used the hand of his cousin to give this poem to the college. This is the greatest reward for us." Zhao Shou said.

"The dean said yes." The three great scholars said in unison.

Waiting for Xu Ningyan to discuss a masterpiece... The three great scholars thought at the same time.

In addition, they tacitly added one sentence in their hearts: Despicable Yang Gong!

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The next day, Xu Mansion held a big banquet to entertain relatives and friends. According to Xu New Year's meaning, the mansion divided three areas for three groups of guests: front yard, back yard, and atrium.

In the atrium sits his classmates and friends, and it’s not easy for people outside the backyard to get in, so people of the same race sit. The front yard is Xu Ershu and Xu Qi'an's colleagues.

The three waves of guests were perfectly divided, drinking and boasting on their own. The scholar ignored the rude martial artist, and the Wufu ignored the scholar's pretense.

"Erlang deserves to be a scholar, and the arrangements are well organized." Xu Qi'an sighed with emotion as he accompanied the little brother around toasting.

"Why didn't our teacher come to participate?" Xu Qi'an asked.

Xu Erlang drank a few glasses of wine, the powder was reddish, spitting out alcohol, and said helplessly: "The servant who sent the invitation this morning brought back news that the teacher had a fight with two great scholars and was injured. ."

"Fighting again?" Xu Qianxin said, are the scholars at Yunlu Academy of tempers so violent.

The brothers turned to the inner courtyard, where they are all clansmen, and the aunt and uncle stayed on the table to accompany the Xu clan. A few full kids played in the yard, very envious of Xu's compound.

Xu Lingyin was ashamed of her friends, and ate from start to finish, and didn't move her position to death.

The Xu clan members were so happy. Xu Dalang had just been knighted a while ago, and Xu Ershu immediately went to Huiyuan. This is a sign that the Xu family is about to rise.

While the younger generation is happy, they think more about relying on this big tree, so they won’t be able to grow up.

The happiness of the older generation is more pure. The old tearfully said that the ancestors appeared, and the Xu family was about to become a big clan.

"Donkey Erdan," a clan elder stood up, patted the back of Xu Pingzhi's hand, and said with satisfaction:

"You are indispensable for Da Lang and Er Lang to become talents. You have been able to train you for both a literary and a martial arts. You are better than those masters. I happen to have a pair of grandsons in my family. Year?"

Like Erdan is the second uncle’s milk name, and Xu Qi’an’s father’s milk name is: Donkey Big Egg.

This name means that the elderly in the clan can make a call.

"Hahaha, okay, no problem, my uncle may send the two little cubs here." Xu Pingzhi was proud of the spring breeze, a little drifting. He even felt that Xu Cijiu and Xu Ningyan were able to become talents because of him.

You have a credit for the fart, you are obviously not the son of man Xu Pingzhi.........Xu Qi'an smiled and complained.

Father is really unaware of himself, you are just a vulgar martial artist...Xu Xinnian is slanderous.

In the area of ​​educating children, no one praised herself, which made her aunt feel very angry, but thinking of the previous festivals with her nephew, she felt that if she stood up and asked for credit, she would definitely be embarrassed by her nephew.

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Beijing, Ximen.

Suddenly the soldiers guarding the city heard the Sanskrit sound that seemed to exist or not, and it seemed to come from the sky.

A soldier dug his ears and found that the Sanskrit sound still echoed in his ears, "Hey, have you heard any strange sounds..."

As soon as he finished the question, he saw colleagues on the opposite side and around him also picking their ears.

At this time, someone on the wall shouted: "Buddha light, there is Buddha light to the west..."

The soldiers under the city wall clenched their spears subconsciously and looked vigilantly in the distance. A few seconds later, they saw the golden Buddha light rising from the west.

It seems that the sun is rising...No~IndoMTL.com~ is purer and more friendly than the sun.

Unconsciously, they released the spears they were holding tightly, and raised their eyes to look at the pure Buddha light, their eyes were pious and gentle, as if their hearts were washed.

Thousands of households who defended the city bit through the tip of their tongue hard, and the pain stimulated his brain, obtaining a brief awake, in order to resist the "piety" in his heart.

He staggered and pushed away the pawns who looked obsessedly, grabbed the drum, and beat it again and again.

Boom boom boom.........

The dull sound of drums spread all over the country, shaking in the hearts of the guards, and in the hearts of the people in East City.

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"Come!"

Xu Qi'an, who was raising his glass to toast, heard the monk's chattering in his mind.

Here, what is coming?

He was taken aback for a moment, and then he immediately realized that the Buddhist envoys came.

Finally........ Buddhism from the Western Regions finally arrived in Beijing.

They came for the case of Sangbo, and for the monk of God.

The comer is not kind.

He has been in this world for more than half a year and is about to meet the Buddhist monks of the Western Regions for the first time.

Jianzheng has shielded Skyrim for me, and Buddhist monks should not be able to see through the existence of the monks of the gods...As the organizer of Sangbo, I definitely cannot avoid dealing with the monks... .... I heard that Buddhism has all kinds of weird supernatural powers, such as "Hexintong" and so on. If this is the case, can they hear my thoughts?

Xu Qi'an is like an enemy.

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PS: No, I just glanced at the character card, the little mare has 6000+ refills? Hey, don’t do this. If it surpasses the masters of men and women, how can I behave at the starting point?

This chapter is a little bit shorter, and to move on to the next plot, I have to make a good idea, although there is a detailed outline.

Change first and then change.