The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 46: Disagreements within Confucianism and Taoism, who is the master behind the spiritual thoughts?
Outside the school.

After Li Qingchen and others left, Wei Cang did not stay long.

He came to the two great scholars, Mo Lan and Yi Xian, and bowed and said:

"Thank you for your help, seniors. I will express my gratitude to you when I return to Zhongzhou."

Mo Lan smiled and waved his hand, "It's nothing to bother you. We are lucky to be able to see such a literary competition."

"Yes."

Yixian praised: "A genius with superb four arts and a genius with unparalleled poetry. Such a competition is not something that ordinary people can see."

As he said this, he looked at Wei Cang curiously.
"From what the head of the guard department said, you are not going to return to Zhongzhou with us, and you want to stay in the Southern Region?"

Wei Cang smiled when he heard this, glanced at Ling Si not far away, and then said:
"I have been in seclusion for two years and have not gone out. It just so happens that I have some friends in the Southern Region, including a great hermit scholar, so I will take this opportunity to visit them."

Before coming here, Lingsi had already told Wei Cang that after this literary competition, he would go to visit a senior.

He didn't know how Lingsi knew the great scholar, but from what Lingsi said, he should be a powerful Confucian and Taoist senior.

This made Wei Cang a little curious. Besides, the place was not far away, so he might as well go and take a look and ask for advice.

"That's the case, Chief Wei, please do as you wish. We can leave on our own."

There was no deep conversation. Under the gaze of Mo Lan and Yi Xian, Wei Cang and his group gradually walked away.

Seeing Wei Cang and others walking away, the gentle smile on Mo Lan's face suddenly fell.

"It's a serious concern."

After a while, he sighed, with a complicated expression on his face.

"The Ruxian has already put pressure on the entire Confucianism and Taoism, and now there is another Zhiyu. This..."

"When will this be the day I've been waiting for?"

In the vast Confucianism and Taoism of the Five Regions, the entire literary world was roughly divided into two factions at this time.

One side is led by Ruxian Sheng Academy, and the other side is a coalition of Confucian and Taoist scholars who were once suppressed.

At the beginning, the two sides had different ideas on Confucianism and Taoism, and there were constant frictions.

Then Ruxian rose up and suppressed everything with a tough attitude, which made the Confucianism and Taoism, which were about to fall apart, merge into one.

However, some deep-rooted ideas will not be suppressed by overwhelming strength, but will instead become more and more active as time goes by.

In addition, Ruxian is now becoming increasingly low-key and indifferent to the secular world, and their lineage is gradually becoming active, with signs of regaining control of Confucianism.

Therefore, these great scholars are preparing to completely overthrow the Ruxian lineage and regain control of Confucianism at the literary event two years later!

Originally they were full of confidence, but the Zhiyu they met today shattered their confidence.

"Don't be so pessimistic."

After Yixian was silent for a moment, a light flashed in his eyes.

"Zhi Yu's four arts of immortality are indeed very strong, but his poetry and songs are extremely poor."

"Didn't you see that he has been with Li Qingchen for two years, but he hasn't developed any righteousness?"

Mo Lan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

Yup!

No matter how powerful the four arts of immortality are and how high their levels are, without the support of righteous energy, how powerful can they be?
Not long ago, Zhiyu hadn't written a single poem, and there wasn't the slightest trace of noble spirit in his body.

From this we can see that although the other party has extraordinary talents in the four arts, he is extremely lacking in poetry and songs that can cultivate his noble spirit!
"In that case, even if Zhiyu attends the literary event, it will not have any impact on us."

"Although Mu Yun's four arts are no match for Zhi Yu, his poetry, songs, and Confucianism are far beyond his reach!"

The worry in Mo Lan's expression disappeared and he regained his confidence.

Mu Yun is the successor secretly cultivated by their lineage. He has a rare talent in Confucianism and Taoism, and has made great achievements in the four arts and poetry!

The purpose was to deal a heavy blow to the Ruxian faction at the literary event two years later!
Although there is the unexpected Zhiyu now, if we evaluate the overall strength, it is obvious that Mu Yun is far superior to the other party.

"You don't need to worry about your intelligence or stupidity, but don't be careless either."

Yixian looked at Wei Cang and others who were leaving, and said with deep eyes:

"Wei Cang's disciple is not simple either. He is very good at poetry."

"Although his four arts are average, if we only talk about poetry, Mu Yun is far from being his opponent."

"Although Wei Cang has always been at odds with Li Qingchen, if Li Qingchen encounters any problem, Wei Cang will definitely fight to the death. We have to be on guard."

Mo Lan waved his hand nonchalantly and said with a smile:
"What the literary world is testing is comprehensive strength. Even if Lingsi's poetry is strong, Mu Yun's four arts can crush the opponent."

“Unless Lingsi’s talent for poetry can be combined with Zhiyu’s talent for the four arts.”

"But how is this possible? Wouldn't that mean Emperor Wen is reincarnated?"

Yixian pondered for a moment after hearing this, and then smiled easily.

Not to mention that Ruxian said that Zhiyu would not attend the literary event. Even if they did, they were fully confident!
Two years later, they won!
……

On the other side, after leaving the school, Su Changqing and others went straight to Qingshan Village.

On the way, Shuhan was still exclaiming in amazement from time to time.

"The poem written by Junior Sister Lingsi still has endless charm when I think about it now. She is truly a talented person."

"In terms of poetry, I'm afraid it's not inferior to Changqing's talent in the four arts."

Li Qingchen nodded upon hearing this and said slowly:

"Lingsi's poetry is indeed very strong. He can write such quatrains at such a young age. Apart from his natural talent, I'm afraid he must have been guided by an expert."

Li Qingchen was not familiar with Lingsi, but was very familiar with Wei Cang.

Because Wei Cang could not teach that kind of poetry, there must be the teachings of Confucian and Taoist masters behind his inspiration.

"The Confucian and Taoist master who is good at poetry, could it be the great Confucian scholar known as the Poet Saint 'Wen Xing'?"

Shuhan exclaimed: "Perhaps it is possible. If there is anyone who can teach Lingsi to write quatrains at such a young age, it must be the contemporary poet saint."

Su Changqing, who was standing next to them, listened to their conversation and wanted to say something several times, but then he thought about it and shut up again.

"Forget it. The literary competition is over. I don't know when I will see Senior Sister Lingsi next time."

"We don't deal with each other for long anyway, so just pretend it never happened, to avoid embarrassing encounters in the future if it's exposed."

After much thought, Su Changqing decided to keep the matter to himself.

Anyway, not many people know about it. I can go back and give Brother Erniu some instructions, and the matter will be over.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Su Changqing's face.

"Changqing, why don't you say a word?"

"Hey, even though we lost the poetry competition, we still won four games. Don't be so depressed."

Seeing that Su Changqing was silent for a long time, Shuhan spoke to comfort him.

Li Qingchen, who was standing by, also spoke up upon seeing this:

"Your senior brother is right. This is not Zhan's fault. You rarely learn poetry, so how can you win?"

"The poem Lingsi wrote this time is truly a masterpiece. You deserved to lose. When you meet your senior sister in the future, you should ask for her advice."

Su Changqing heard this and said with a smile on his face:

"Teacher, what senior brother said is true. When I meet senior sister in the future, I will ask for your advice."

Seeing Chang Qing recover, Shu Han laughed, "That's right, I copied Lingsi's poems, you can take a look and learn from them."

As he spoke, Shuhan handed Su Changqing two pieces of plain paper for copying poems.

The corners of Su Changqing's mouth twitched slightly, and then he looked at the two poems that were so familiar to him and began to study them "seriously".

……

As time passed, when the sky brightened, Qingshan Village was already in sight.

But before the carriage entered the village, an impatient figure trotted up to it.

"Hahaha, you came so quickly? I just..."

Erniu, who had been waiting all night, saw the carriage coming and immediately came forward with excitement.

But when he saw Shuhan sitting on the edge of the car, his face suddenly turned excited.

"You guys are back."

Hearing Erniu's voice, Su Changqing also got out of the car and said with a smile:

"Is Brother Erniu waiting for us?"

Shu Han, who was standing next to him, curled his lips and said, "Him? If he had the time, he would have gone to bed early."

"Get lost."

Erniu glared at Shuhan unhappily, and subconsciously reached for his sword when he saw his old rival.

But he had something important to do today and was too lazy to fight with Shuhan.

"Changqing, go back to the village and wait for me. I need your help later."

Erniu bowed towards the carriage, and then ran away like the wind.

"help?"

Su Changqing was stunned when he heard this, "What does Brother Erniu want me to help you with?"

(End of this chapter)