The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 104 He Walked the Long Street, Startled by Countless Book Sounds (Leader Jia Geng)
The young students' voices were excited, and they even danced, obviously infected by the atmosphere outside.

The great Confucians who heard this sentence saw the stunned expressions on each other's faces.

"You...you say it again? What exactly happened?" Zeng Gong's face twitched and he asked again.

The latter replied:
"In the beginning, it was indeed these three poems that caused some commotion. Today, it is the Wenhui, and there are many scholars outside. We Guozijian students also came to join in the fun. When we learned about this, we followed the direction pointed by the stall owner to find the young master. .

"In the end, people didn't find it, but they learned that it traveled all the way, not only completing this family, but every capital is seamless.

"Nowadays, there are more and more scholars who have come out to inquire from one stall to another. In short, it is already very lively outside."

Every song... is seamless?

"Ton."

I don't know who it was, but made a swallowing sound.

The white-bearded old man took the paper from the student's hand and looked at it carefully. It was as he said, not inferior to those three poems.

Where did the monster come from... At this moment, the same thought rose in the minds of the great Confucians acting as "judges".

Lian Congyun suddenly said: "Could it be that Mr. He?"

Bachelor Chengzhi glanced at him, shook his head and said:
"Not to mention whether he is good at poetry, if it is really him, wouldn't people recognize him earlier?"

"Don't talk about this anymore... University Scholars, Zeng Gong, Lian Guoshou... You all continue to host the literary meeting. I am not feeling well, so I will leave first." A square-faced Confucian scholar suddenly cupped his hands, as if to leave.

Another "judge" followed suit:
"I also suddenly remembered that something happened at home."

The literati present were not stupid, they all left after seeing this, as if they had the idea of ​​looking for the young master.

Although the Wenhui is important, it is not very interesting to continue reading. How can it be more attractive to join in the fun?

"This……"

Bachelor Chengzhi and the others were speechless.

At this time, I suddenly noticed the commotion in the hall below, and walked over to overlook it, and suddenly found that in the "audience seat", a famous scholar got up and walked towards the outside of Wenxuan Building.

It was as if he had received the news.

And as someone sent a letter from outside, more and more scholars called their friends and left the venue in small groups.

Before long, there was a small piece of empty space underneath.

Although there were still many people who did not move, although they were present, a heart had already flown out.

Seeing this scene, the scholars of Hanlin Academy and Huaiyuan Academy were completely out of the state of competition, talking and asking one by one, it was very lively.

Some people got the completed poems and read them aloud, which aroused admiration.

After a good literary meeting, the atmosphere was completely lost by this sudden accident.

People's hearts are floating, how can they still have the mind to compete?
"Master Zhang..."

Master Chengzhi looked embarrassed, turned his head to look at Huaiyuan swordsman, saw that the elegant old man also had a complicated expression, hesitated for a while, and said with a wry smile:

"It seems that if the competition is forced to continue, I'm afraid it will be difficult. How about a tie?"

Tieping... Several great Confucian scholars exchanged glances, talked with Lu Guogong for a while, and said:

"So...it's a way."

Wenhui has already competed for several rounds, and the two sides can be said to be evenly matched. If it continues, it is really hard to say which side will win.

From Huaiyuan’s perspective:
After all, this place is the imperial court's home court. As long as the absolute gap cannot be widened, and the opponent only needs to show partiality in the end, the imperial court will still win, so it is better to take the opportunity to propose a tie.

From the perspective of great Confucians:

If it continues, there is a high probability of winning at the expense of reputation and favoritism, and I feel a little unwilling in my heart.

And if there is a tie, on the one hand, avoid the risk of losing, and being scolded for losing the game.

Second, both sides of the Wenhui were suppressed by the unknown son, but in fact, the gods also won.

It's just like Mr. He defeated Mo Lin in the past.

All are happy.

With the tacit understanding between the two parties, this decision was passed on quickly.

"Huaiyuan Martial Arts" was tied, but the essay meeting was still going on, but the core was from the competition between the two sides, and it became a group of people who commented, appreciated and completed the poems.

Master Zhang sighed, looked at the time, explained a few words to Han Qingsong, and then left Wenxuan Building.

Han Qingsong asked curiously, "Is there something wrong, Master?"

Mrs. Zhang smiled, and only answered four words: "An old friend invites you."

Even if he didn't say any more and walked away, Lord Lu hurriedly got up when he saw this, ready to enter the palace to report the matter.

The changes in Wenxuan Building are not isolated cases.

As Ji Ping'an walked across Chang'an Street, leaving behind poems and poems along the way, the news spread slowly like a vortex.

……

……

In a restaurant.

Today, the venue was also booked out, and it was changed to a literary club, where a group of talented scholars from the capital of Gods were invited to gather to catch the enthusiasm of the "Wu Huai Yuan Performing Arts".

However, compared to Wenxuan Building, the scale is much smaller, and the quality of the poems produced cannot be compared.

The advantage is that singers and dancers are invited to add to the fun of the literary meeting.

At this time, a song and dance ended, and a famous scholar boasted to each other about business, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Unavoidably speaking of today's "martial arts performance", a middle-aged scribe said worriedly:

"I don't know what's going on at Wenxuan Pavilion."

A friend at the table said:

"Although Yunhuai Academy claims to be a scholar, it is a practitioner after all. It is more fussy, and it is not as talented as I am."

"That's reasonable, not to mention that the referee over there is my god capital, Hongru, who will take care of me." Someone echoed.

"I just hope that there will be a few good songs." An old man shook his head, took a drink from his glass, and hummed:
"In the past two years, there have been fewer and fewer new good poems."

Inside and outside the words, there is only one core meaning: this year's scholars are not good.

Some young students were not convinced, but they were powerless to refute, so they had to say:
"Poems are nothing more than those themes. The national teacher has already written them all. Isn't there less and less room for the younger generation?"

The old man glanced at him, and said indifferently:
"The national teacher left a lot of fragments, isn't it considered a 'room'? Why haven't you been able to complete a few good ones in these years?"

The chests of the young students were heaving with anger. If they hadn't worried about their reputation, they would have rolled up their sleeves and performed martial arts.

Just at this moment, a scholar ran in with an excited expression:
"A major event has happened! The martial arts performance in Wenxuan Building has been tied!"

boom--

A group of people were amazed:

"Didn't you just say that the match over there is very close, and the gap cannot be closed, and it may be delayed until very late. Why is it suddenly tied?"

The former was out of breath, ran over and took a cup of tea to moisten his throat, and spit out the tea foam casually.

Seeing that it attracted everyone's attention, he said surprisingly:
"It's not a normal tie, it's just being overshadowed by a strange young man. The talents of Huaiyuan and Hanlinyuan have no intention of competing, so they have to do so."

One person suppressing the scholars of the two academies through the air?

This sentence is really eye-catching, and the amount of information is huge. The bickering old men and young students looked at it in surprise and asked questions in a hurry.

The reporter was elated, and walked Ji Ping'an across Chang'an Street, filling in the poems along the way, which attracted the attention of the students of the Imperial College, and then passed it into Wenxuan Building, and the whole story was finished.

He recited several completed sentences even more loudly.

I can only hear that the readers present are fascinated and excited.

The young student raised his eyebrows, glared at the old man triumphantly, got up and ran out:
"Let's go see too."

For a while, this Wenhui was also forced to suspend. A group of people rushed to the street, and found that people kept pouring out of the gates of the surrounding Wenhui.

The scene is magnificent.

"Why do such old people suddenly run out?"

In the crowd, the disciples of the Beast Master Sect were wandering around, and they were taken aback.Zhao Yuanji's scalp was numb, and he approached Luan Yu subconsciously.

The little girl with a face paralyzed in pink and jade looked at her brother contemptuously, and the corner of her mouth twitched:
"Ha ha."

The cold and arrogant female monk smiled, holding Zhao Yuanyang with one hand and the boy with the other, looking up at the long street with a surge of people, feeling a little helpless:
"Who knows why these scholars have gone crazy."

Qi Hongmian only gave his disciples half a day off, originally wanted to go shopping and relax, whoever wanted to get involved in the whirlpool of the crowd, now it is difficult to quit the long street.

Immediately, there was a sense of frustration when arriving at the scenic spot full of expectations and finding that the tourists were endless.

On the other side of the street, the star officials were also speechless. Huang He and others huddled at the base of the wall, listening to a group of people clamoring, and finally roughly figured out what happened.

Immediately looked at each other:

"A young prince leading one, two, and three female relatives?"

Why does this description sound so familiar.

……

However, what no one knew was that when the crowd flocked to Chang'an Avenue, trying to join in the fun and find Ji Ping'an's location.

The four people who set off the monstrous waves had already left here, and went to hang out in the commercial street two streets away.

To be precise, Xu Xiurong saw Luo Huaizhu's slovenly appearance, so he dragged her to a rouge and gouache shop.

Ji Pingan waited at the door, saw the three girls excitedly choosing, and let out a long breath, thinking that no matter what world it was, going shopping with girls would be hard work.

I just felt a little hungry, so I found an excuse to leave temporarily.

Then I recognized the direction, and suddenly remembered something, walked across the street paved with bluestone slabs, turned around, and arrived at a secluded wonton shop.

The shop is not big, and there can only be three or five tables in it, which is the pattern of a shop in front and a house in the back.

A wooden plaque has experienced wind and rain, and there is no doubt that it is a time-honored brand.

It's not time for dinner yet, and there are no customers in the store.

When Ji Pingan walked in, a man in his thirties greeted him with a smile:
"The guest is new, it's the first time."

Is it the first time...for the rest of my life...Ji Ping'an smiled and nodded.

The man took off the rag from his shoulders, wiped the clean table vigorously, asked him to sit down, and said at the same time:

"Then you've come to the right place. Our shop has been here since my grandfather's time. My grandparents have made small wontons in clear soup for generations. I can't find a second one in Shendu City."

Ji Pingan listened with interest, and said:
"My elders used to come here often and told me about it."

"When?"

"Probably 30 or [-] years ago."

"Yo, that's too early, it was when my father opened the shop."

"Yeah, it's been many years in the blink of an eye."

After chatting for a few words, the man felt that the young man was a bit strange, he clearly said that it was his first time here, but his tone seemed to be like he had been here before.

But he didn't think much about it, he turned his head to work in the back kitchen, and a woman in her thirties looked out curiously.

It's like a mom and pop shop.

Ji Pingan sat in a familiar position with a smile in his eyes.

What he didn't say is that he has been coming to this store often since many years ago.

It's just that he has never revealed his identity, and only pretends to be an ordinary person.

When Hanzi's grandfather opened the shop, he ate here.

When Hanzi's father opened the shop, he often came to eat.

I can even remember that decades ago, when the man was only as tall as a table leg, every time he came to eat, he would hide in the back kitchen and peek at him with a little bit of fear.

In a flash, the children of that year have grown up, married wives and had children, and inherited the craftsmanship and shops of their grandfather and father.

And I'm still sitting here.

Just like the former friends and enemies, no matter how deep the grievances are, or how many past events, they are no match for the passage of time, one by one turned into loess and dissipated in the long river of time.

Only myself is still there.

"Guest officer, your little ravioli." The middle-aged man came over with a porcelain bowl, and handed over a clean wooden spoon.

"Thank you." Ji Pingan smiled.

The man who listened was stunned, probably not used to it, he wiped his hands on the apron a little awkwardly, and said with a smile:

"You're welcome."

Ji Pingan picked up the wooden spoon, took a sip of the soup, felt the familiar yet unfamiliar taste, and was a little distracted.

Suddenly, he slowly raised his head, looking through the rising hot steam, he saw two more people coming outside the door.

Those were the two old men who came together.

One was wearing a Confucian shirt, with a refined temperament, a goatee beard, and fine and dense crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

The other one was actually an old monk, wearing a blue robe and wearing cloth shoes, his age seemed to be very old, his expression was compassionate, his eyebrows and beard were pure white without any variegation, just like the snow that sprinkled the courtyard in early winter.

If anyone with a high status in Shendu is here, they will definitely recognize them at a glance. These two are clearly Master Zhang of Huaiyuan, and "Master Xueting", the abbot of Baita Temple in Shendu.

He is the guest of honor of the princes and nobles, a well-known eminent monk and great virtue.

It's a pity that the middle-aged man doesn't have such eyesight, and he is only surprised why there are strangers coming to the door one after another today-this kind of store mainly deals with regular customers, and such situations are not common.

"Two old men, please come in, look at your face, it's your first time."

The same lines.

Then they cleaned the table and invited the two of them to sit at the same table. After a short while, two bowls of wontons in clear soup were served, and they returned to the kitchen without disturbing them.

After Master Zhang and Monk Xueting entered the door, they just glanced at Ji Ping'an casually, seeing that they didn't know each other, they thought they were guests here, so they didn't care.

At this time, two old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful.

Zhang Fuzi said with emotion:

"I didn't expect you to meet here."

The old monk with a compassionate expression and gray eyebrows said with emotion:
"Maybe I haven't been here for many years. In the past, when Master Guoshi was alive, it is said that he often came here in the form of a mortal. Only then did I know about this small shop. Later, when I came here occasionally, I still had the idea of ​​encountering Guoshi. It's a pity. After all, there is no such fate.”

Nostalgia also appeared in Mrs. Zhang's eyes:
"Who isn't? I was like this in the past. I was still young at that time. If I wanted to see the true face of the national teacher, I could only use this stupid method. In a blink of an eye, many years have passed, and I rarely come to the capital of God. You I have lived here for a long time, I am afraid that I have forgotten the Tang Kingdom."

Monk Xueting clasped his hands together and said slowly:
"Buddha is in the heart, what's the difference between being in the Great Zhou Dynasty or the Southern Tang Dynasty?"

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ps: The typo is corrected first and then changed, and nine thousand words are in place today

(End of this chapter)