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Chapter 169 Confucianism's Birthday

In short, the matter of the Fenghuo horse bandits is over like this.

So did the government.

When Yang Qingfeng and the others went to Yinwuze earlier, they didn't see any trace of Yin soldiers crossing the border.

As for the judge of ghosts and gods.

——He has always been on the most wanted list in Jinling!
I just can't catch people all the time, what can I do?

The days are still the same, day by day.

The same is true for Yu Chen in Wanjialing.

The qi of heaven and earth in his body is moving towards the realm of spirituality all the time, while he himself sweeps the cemetery every day, goes down the mountain to listen to operas, and drinks tea. The years are quiet and leisurely.

Those poor corpse collectors were busy all day long, bringing them up to the corpse room and telling Yu Chen all kinds of strange things in the city.

For example, the girl from Zuichunlou fought hundreds of people overnight, the ghost ship in the port was haunted, or the Datong Martial Art Museum in the city was murdered because of someone from the government...

There are all kinds of things, all kinds of mortals, all of which are in my ears.

After the incident with the Beacon Horse Bandits, the whole of Jinling seemed to have regained its calm.

If there is really something, it is not nothing.

——Hede Academy, it seems that something big happened today.

how to say?

Today is the birthday of Dean Zhao of Hede Academy!

Although, the old man didn't like this kind of occasion, but he couldn't stand the plea of ​​the high-level of the academy, so he did it anyway.

——Although Hede Academy teaches and educates people, it is such a huge monster after all. The relationship between the people inside is intricate and complicated, and there is always a relationship between people and people outside.

Zhao Weixian could naturally see that it was false to congratulate himself on his own birthday, but it was true that the big shots in Jinling wanted to take this opportunity to have their own plans!

So, it was just dawn.

Carriages drove out from places in Jinling one by one, and headed for Hede Academy.

By the time the sun rises, the gate of Hede Academy is already full of carriages parked by the big names in Jinling.

Rich or expensive.

Then there is the welcome gift link.

Everyone gave gifts that they thought were precious to this great Confucian of Jinling.

Zhou Mu, King Shenwu, Commander of the Eighth Division, and major chambers of commerce, major forces... But no matter how hard the ceremony officials shout, those rare treasures of heaven and earth are also enviable.

But Dean Zhao just sat there without moving his eyelids.

After the ceremony for the outsiders is over, it is the ceremony for the disciples of the academy.

At this time, these gifts will appear "elegant" a lot.

It's not calligraphy, it's ancient books, or it's simply a beautifully rhetorical article, dedicated to the dean.

——These disciples and disciples are all shrewd, and it’s okay to know outsiders. If the people in the academy give away those stinky things, then their teacher can knock their brains open!
Facing the gifts from these literati disciples, Dean Zhao's expression softened significantly, but his mouth was full of poison.

Someone gave calligraphy, and he said that there was no water in his stomach, and even the best calligraphy could not write good things.

Someone gave an ancient book, and he asked if the student who gave the gift could read and understand the book?
Someone praised it in an article, and he even said bluntly that writing this stuff makes you feel sick.

On the contrary, those rituals who concentrate on writing poems and paintings, although they look ordinary, are liked by this Dean Zhao quite a lot.

Finally, it was Qing Huan's turn.

As soon as the little girl came up, there was an uproar from below.

——The literati look down on each other.

This is the case in any academy, even Jixia in the capital.

In addition, Qing Huan was born as a handyman, but by virtue of his talent, he was taught by Zhao Weixian, who was envied by everyone.

It is absolutely impossible for you to say that these senior brothers and sisters don't have any lumps in their hearts.

Of course, it's not any malicious intentions, it's just that Qing Huan's talent is not worthy of such a good treatment.

"What can this girl give me?"

"You want to care? I bet you that no matter what she gives, the dean will only be happy, believe it or not!"

"After all, it is Wenqu Linggen, and it is not at the same level as us."

"Let me tell you, this Junior Sister Qing Huan really doesn't know what's good and what's wrong - I heard that she runs to the grave every day, wasting time, if I have her talent, why don't I spend twelve hours a day in the library? "

"..."

There are many voices in the hall, noisy and numerous.

And those big figures also cast their gazes.

——Hede Academy has an additional Wenqu Linggen Jia Miao, they all know about it, and Zhao Weixian gave him a good mouthful for advising to accept disciples earlier!

Now it's finally seen, but can't you see it?
The little girl came out, took out a scroll, bowed and bowed, "Master, Qing Huan bows."

When everyone looked at the scroll, they saw that it was not a rare treasure, so they knew that Qing Huan was probably the same as those academy students, taking poetry and painting as gifts.

Sure enough, Qing Huan said crisply: "Qing Huan is stupid. Even if he knows that my uncle loves snow, he can't write decent poems and paintings, so I went to ask for a few prose poems and gave them to my uncle."

After Zhao Weixian listened, he frowned.

Thinking about Qing Huan's new arrival, no one knows two people, where can I ask for some poetry?
But out of curiosity, he still nodded slightly, "Qing Huan, read it and listen."

Qing Huan opened the scroll and began to read according to the above.

"The severe wind blows the yushu on both sides of the strait, and the bright moon shines on the silver sand."

The crisp sound echoed in the lobby of the academy.

Zhao Weixian's originally indifferent expression suddenly froze, chewing on every word: "The severe wind blows the jade trees on both sides of the strait... a bright moon shines on the silver sand?"

Following his thoughts, the big figures in Jinling around him were also startled, savoring carefully.

Every word does not say snow, but every word is snow!

Wonderful!

"it is good!"

Zhao Weixian pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Yes, it's a good poem! Qing Huan, you have a heart! You have a heart!"

——One thing to say, this is the first time he has praised so generously at this birthday banquet!
Everyone was also shocked, and there was a lot of discussion.

"This poem is not bad! Where did this little girl get it?"

"There are some great Confucians in Jinling who can write such poems, but this little girl should not know them!"

"This poem is the best among all the birthday poems written today!"

"..."

But just when the big guy thought it was over, Qing Huan spoke again.

"The Miyagi regiment returns to the solemn light, and falls into Qiongfang in the daytime."

As soon as the poem came out, Zhao Weixian was stunned.

and also?

The guests were also shocked!
again!

But before they could react, Qing Huan seemed to have no bottleneck, and burst out one sentence after another!

"I don't know if Ting San will fall today, but I suspect that the forest flowers bloomed last night."

"Sprinkling salt in the air can be imitated, but catkins are blown up by the wind."

"Swirling the bead curtain across the powder wall, it is lighter than catkins and heavier than frost."

"..."

Listening, Zhao Weixian's expression changed.

As a well-informed and well-informed Confucian, his poetry and prose can be described as the pinnacle!

Naturally, it can be heard that Qing Huan's poems and essays are top-notch talents!

If it's just a sentence or two, that's all.

It happens that only one "Xue" can write so many superb poems and prose, it's simply shocking!
What's even more outrageous is that Zhao Weixian heard it.

Each of these poems has a completely different style. If a literati masters all these styles at the same time and is still proficient, he can only be called... a monster!

Looking at Zhao Weixian's expression.

These big men in Jinling also swallowed their saliva.

They don't have much knowledge in poetry and prose, like Yang Wei, who can't tell good or bad at all - he feels that these are not even as good as the poems he wrote when he was a child.

But looking at Zhao Weixian's expression, they knew that these poems were probably not something ordinary people could make!
But while everyone was horrified, Qing Huan seemed completely unaware of the change in the atmosphere.

Here comes another sentence.

"It should be the celestial beings who got drunk and smashed the white clouds."

At that moment, Zhao Weixian's pupils shrank suddenly!

It seems to have seen the fairy above the clouds get drunk, and while reciting poems, they crushed and scattered the white clouds all over the sky, turning them into vast snow, covering the world!

At the same time, under Qing Huanwen Qu Linggen, the qi of heaven and earth is even more aroused, turning into a sky full of snow and pouring into the hall!
"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhao Weixian has three good words in a row!

"I didn't want to hold this birthday banquet at first, and I felt it was a waste of time, but looking at it now, how is it a waste of time? It's a big gift! Qing Huan, my uncle likes the poems you asked for very much!"

After hearing this, Qing Huan laughed heartily and said, "Uncle Master, don't worry, there is one more thing to say!"

After that, listen to her recite.

"—Suddenly like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and pear trees bloom."

After reading it, Qing Huan collected the scroll, presented it respectfully, and then withdrew.

But at that moment, the qi of heaven and earth moved again!

In the blink of an eye, everyone saw an illusion.

After one night, the spring breeze blows, and pear blossoms bloom on thousands of trees!

But in the blink of an eye, I found that the endless pear blossoms were covered in snow!

"Wonderful!" Zhao Weixian took a deep breath and said!

"This last sentence is a stroke of genius!" Zhou Mu also sighed!

"It can be called unparalleled." This is the evaluation of King Shenwu.

"It's half a percent better than my poems." Yang Lei felt ashamed.

"..."

There was a lot of noise and discussions.

The eyes of everyone looking at Qing Huan changed.

"This little girl... where can I find so many superb poems? Can even easily arouse the energy of the world?" Someone murmured, you know, for ordinary people, poems are pretending to be plain, but for those who practice prose For a group of Qi practitioners, a line of superb poetry is no less than a terrifying supernatural power!
"In this vast summer, with snow as the theme, I can only think of the one who can write such a huge amount of poems..." Some people said indiscriminately.

"Shut up! Are you crazy!" Someone immediately woke up.

But in any case, one thing that everyone is very curious about right now is where did this lonely and helpless Qing Huan get so many classics of poetry and prose?
Even Zhao Weixian couldn't help the flames from his eyes.

——It's a fire like a match at a chess match, a high mountain and a flowing water!
"Qing Huan, this poem... where did you get it?"

Qing Huan didn't shy away from it, stood up, and said crisply: "Uncle Shi, these poems and essays are obtained by my disciples from Mingshan Mountain!"

After hearing this, everyone frowned.

Mingshan?

Which sacred place of study in Jinling is called Mingshan?
Which famous academy in Daxia is in Mingshan?
its not right!
Why haven't you heard of it?
But even though I've never heard of it...why is it so familiar?
and many more!

Suddenly, someone slapped the thigh!
"Mingshan... the Mingshan in Wanjialing?!"

Qing Huan nodded.

As a result, the guests in the hall were shocked!

——Then isn’t the motherfucker a tomb?
　I don’t have a fever today, I’m seriously asking for a monthly pass, brothers
　　
　
(End of this chapter)