Confucian and Taoist scholar

Chapter 137: Poems Passed Through the Ages
The county magistrate's face was originally a little unhappy. He felt that these students' poetry had already lost to others, and he would be embarrassed as well.

He was thinking about how to make things smaller and minimize the impact.

Upon hearing Lu Zheng's words, the county magistrate's face changed and he couldn't help but sit up straight.

You know, Lu Zheng had previously produced poems like "Anchored at Qinhuai".

There will definitely be some good poems presented at this literary gathering.

Even if it wasn't written by Lu Zheng, it could still save the situation.

The county magistrate said, "Read it to everyone!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zheng said, "This poem is called Magpie Bridge Fairy, and it was written by a scholar named Qin Guan."

Qin Guan? Everyone present was brainstorming, but no one could think of a famous scholar with the surname Qin Guan.

However, there are many Confucian and Taoist scholars in the world who have not appeared in the world, and many good poems and articles have not been revealed to the world, but have been discovered by later generations.

Grave robbers once dug up the tombs of scholars and found amazing articles that could calm the gods.

It is not surprising that Lu Zheng was able to obtain some ancient poems.

Everyone looked at Lu Zheng, wanting to hear what kind of Qixi Festival poems Lu Zheng could say.

Lu Zheng continued slowly, "The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, and the Milky Way is far away and dark."

The expressions of the scholars present changed slightly. The first line of this poem was already quite extraordinary.

This sentence alone surpasses the Qixi Festival poems mentioned earlier.

Yang Heng frowned slightly and stared straight at Lu Zheng.

On a ship not far away, a pair of bright eyes looked at Lu Zheng in the field through the curtains.

"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world."

The county magistrate couldn't help but shudder, and stood up directly. He walked to the windowsill and stared at Lu Zheng below with an extremely excited expression.

Several gentlemen in the academy could no longer sit still and stood up one after another.

The pretty face of the courtesan called Yu'er changed for a moment, and her eyes looked inexplicable.

Even if she studied for another ten or twenty years, she would not be able to write such words.

Yang Heng frowned even more and his expression turned gloomy.

This is undoubtedly another masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages. He doesn't understand where Lu Zheng found these poems and articles. Could it be that he went to rob tombs?
"hiss……"

Some students gasped, their hearts were shaken and they couldn't calm down.

Even the maids and servants, who were influenced by it in their daily lives, could tell that the first stanza of this poem was extraordinary.

"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, bear to look after Queqiao's way back."

"If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening?"

Suddenly, there was silence all around, and you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Lu Zheng.

Many people looked inexplicably horrified and were shocked by this poem.

If love lasts forever, why should we be together day and night?

Many people couldn't help but repeat this sentence in their hearts, and their hearts could not calm down for a long time. They were already infected by the artistic conception of this Qixi poem.

The courtesan Yu'er was stunned. Just now, Lu Zheng said that her Qixi Festival poem was full of resentment. She thought that Lu Zheng was deliberately belittling her and made such a comment.

When I hear such words now, I can’t help but feel that I am indeed narrow-minded.

"Snapped!"

A small section of railing fell from the third floor and was broken by someone.

The county magistrate was extremely excited, his face flushed as he said, "This poem will be passed down through the ages!"

It is not easy to come across poems that are passed down through the ages.

And today, they are all witnesses.

However, as one of the witnesses, Yang Heng's face had become very ugly.

I originally wanted to take advantage of the fact that the students from these small counties were not well prepared and let Yu'er come out and humiliate them.

As a result, Lu Zheng came up with such a Qixi poem that it could be passed down through the ages!
Even though this poem was not written by Lu Zheng, its popularity has already overshadowed the previous poetry competition.

Who would continue to talk about the poems just now? He doesn't have the nerve to do so.

How can the light of a firefly compete with the brightness of the bright moon?

At this moment, a maid came out from the boat where the county lord was.

The maid looked at Lu Zheng and said loudly: "The county lady has a reward!"

Lu Zheng quickly said, "This poem was not written by me. I just wanted to share it with everyone. How dare I ask for any reward?"

Upon hearing this, the maid frowned.

But soon, she heard a soft voice behind her, and then she said, "This Qixi poem is something the county lady has never heard of. Mr. Lu, please pass it on to the world so that it can be passed down through the ages. You should also be rewarded! After the literary gathering, Mr. Lu, please board this boat. The county lady wants to see you."

After saying that, without giving Lu Zheng any chance to refuse, the maid returned to her room.

When everyone heard this, they all showed envy.

How many people would love to have the opportunity to meet the Princess of Fengcheng County.

The county magistrate looked at Lu Zheng with burning eyes and asked excitedly, "Is this poem really written by the scholar Qin Guan? And it's not from your hand?"

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "Seriously, I'm not well versed in poetry, so how could I possibly write such a beautiful poem?"

He never thought of claiming these poems for himself. If the articles and reputations of the ancients in previous lives were passed on to this world, would this world have a different kind of glory in the future?

"Okay, I believe you." The county magistrate excitedly took out a pen and paper, wrote the entire poem "Magpie Bridge Fairy" freely, and signed it with Qin Guan.

Then the county magistrate took out his official seal and stamped it on the paper.

The whole piece of paper glowed and turned into a stream of light flying towards Changchuan County and into the Confucian Temple in the county.

He wanted to present this poem to the sage An Guo and let him interpret it.

But a moment later, a beam of colorful light shot up into the sky from the county Confucian Temple and disappeared in a flash.

The county magistrate was delighted to see this and said aloud, "This poem has been passed down to the saints and has been recognized as a poem that will last through the ages. This is the first time it has appeared in the world!"

Everyone was even more surprised. This time, the Qixi Festival poem was approved by the saint and it was not an empty name.

In just a few days, all nine countries in the world will know about this Qixi poem.

Changchuan County, where this word first appeared, is likely to become famous as well.

And the reclusive scholar Qin Guan was able to leave his name in the world with this poem and add a stroke to the history.

The county magistrate was grinning from ear to ear. He didn't really care that the student's poem had just lost to the most popular girl from Wu State.

Besides, the competition just now has not yet come to a conclusion. Even if the other party brings up voting again, he can just give the other party the best one. It doesn’t matter anymore.

Yang Heng took a deep breath, looked at Lu Zheng and said, "The lyrics that Master Lu brought out are truly astonishing, but they are, after all, just someone else's lyrics."

"Since Mr. Lu is also a scholar of heaven and earth, I think he has his own strengths. Why not show them to everyone?"

Lu Zheng's expression changed slightly. Wasn't it good for him to just enjoy the poetry? Why did he actually speak directly against him?

Lu Zheng couldn't help but smile slightly and said, "I'm good at slaying demons and ghosts."

Hearing this, many people looked at them strangely. How could this be considered the strength of Confucian and Taoist scholars?

Yang Heng didn't expect Lu Zheng to answer him like this.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "There aren't any demons or ghosts here. Could it be that Master Lu was promoted to the Heaven and Earth Scholar by slaying demons and ghosts?"

Don't say it, really don't say it...

Lu Zheng thought that although his promotion to the rank of Tiandi Xiucai was not due to slaying demons and ghosts, it was indeed related to ghosts.

"Do you want to compete in something else?" Lu Zheng asked.

Yang Heng smiled and said, "I just want to see what Master Lu is capable of."

In Yang Heng's opinion, among all the scholars and students present, only Lu Zheng looked like a rival, and the others were not worth mentioning at all.

Since Lu Zheng had ruined his plans, he was going to embarrass Lu Zheng and take the blame for it.

Lu Zheng said calmly, "Today's literary gathering is about calligraphy and painting."

"As for the music, everyone has just heard the lewd music of your Wu State. I can't compare to it, so I lose."

"Haha! We admit defeat too!"

"Yeah!"

Some students burst into laughter and joined in the commotion.

If they could find a chance to ridicule these Wu people, how could they let it go?

Yang Heng twitched the corners of his mouth, trying hard to hold back his emotions.

The county magistrate and others upstairs could not help but shake their heads and laugh, watching these young people confront each other, but did not say anything to stop them.

They are all young and energetic scholars!
Lu Zheng continued slowly, "When it comes to math, you're no match for me, so there's no need to even mention it."

When these words were spoken, everyone looked at them in surprise.

I have seen crazy people, but I have never seen such crazy people.

Among the six arts of a gentleman, mathematics is one of them.

The imperial examinations in the imperial court also involve mathematics. Although the score accounts for a small proportion, it is still relatively important and everyone will learn it.

However, mathematics is extremely profound and complex, and it is difficult for ordinary students to understand it in depth.

Many students present have stumbled in this regard.

When Lu Zheng said this, many people felt that he was a bit arrogant.

Yang Heng raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Lu is very confident. It seems he has a deep understanding of mathematics."

Lu Zhengdao said, "Mathematics is a very profound subject. I only have a superficial understanding of it. However, compared to you, I am indeed much stronger. You are no match for me. There is no need to compete with me. I will win unfairly."

Lu Zheng has read the mathematical books in this world, and can only say that they are sufficient for daily use and do not involve too in-depth fields.

What he learned in his previous life was enough to inflict a dimensionality reduction attack on these people.

Yang Heng felt that Lu was using provocation to deliberately challenge him to compete in mathematics, but how could he be afraid?

Yang Heng restrained his expression and said, "Since that's the case, let's compete in mathematics."

He wanted to see how capable Lu Zheng was to be so conceited.

Lu Zheng shook his head and said, "That's really unnecessary. It wouldn't be glorious for me to win. How about this? My victory doesn't count. You can give me as many math problems as you want, as long as they have answers. If I get one wrong, I lose. How about that?"

Everyone:...

Their expressions now were even more exciting than when they heard the poem that would last for thousands of years.

Many students stared at Lu Zheng with an expression of disbelief.

Listen, is this even human language?
These words were even more humiliating than the poetry competition between the Wu Kingdom's courtesan and them just now.

If you people of Wu can bear it, the students of Anguo can't bear it either, and want to compete with Lu Zheng in mathematics!

Even the county magistrate and others upstairs were shocked. These words were too much. Did they really think that these Wu people were ignorant of numbers and could not solve math problems?
(End of this chapter)