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Shen Qianqiu didn't say anything, but simply handed over the Xuan paper in his hand.

The burly old man took the paper and glanced at it.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

He stood up too.

The chair crashed down again with a loud thud.

The kind old man was startled by the two people's reaction and quickly came over.

"What's wrong with you all? Why are you acting so out of control?"

The burly old man handed him the paper.

The kind old man took it and looked down at it.

He was stunned.

The three people's reactions quickly heightened the tension in the square.

Everyone looked up at the three distraught old men on the platform, exchanging bewildered glances.

"What happened to the dean and the others?"

"I don't know, what was written on that piece of paper?"

What poem could cause three teachers to lose their composure simultaneously?

Whispers rose and fell as everyone craned their necks to see what was written on the paper.

"The lamp burns at midnight, the rooster crows at dawn..."

Shen Qianqiu's voice was hoarse; it had been a long time since he had seen such a soul-stirring poem!

"It was during our school days..."

The burly old man then recited the second sentence, his voice deep but trembling slightly.

The kind old man's gaze fell on the paper, and his lips moved.

"Those with black hair don't know the importance of studying hard early..."

The three voices intertwined, deep and aged.

"One only regrets not studying when one's hair turns white."

In this world, both men and women can study, and Wang Long wanted to treat everyone equally.

They deliberately changed "男儿" (men) to "吾辈" (we), and no one could find fault with that.

The moment the last line of poetry was uttered, a burst of golden light suddenly erupted!

The golden light surged from the paper that held the poem encouraging learning, soaring into the sky like a golden pillar of light piercing the clouds!

A powerful and righteous aura poured down from the pillar of light, enveloping the entire square!

Everyone felt a mysterious power surging in from all directions and penetrating their minds.

Those classics that are usually obscure and difficult to understand suddenly become clear and easy to understand.

The bottlenecks in their cultivation that had plagued them for so long suddenly showed signs of loosening.

Some people immediately sat cross-legged, closed their eyes, and began to contemplate the meaning.

Some people held the books in their hands, reading them with great eagerness.

Some people were moved to tears and knelt down to kowtow.

"These are... poems from Dafu County!?"

An old teacher exclaimed in surprise, his voice trembling.

"A poem encouraging study has actually triggered extraordinary celestial phenomena in Dafu!"

Poetry and lyrics from Dafu County.

This means that the poem has reached a level where it could be considered a school of thought.

In other words, this poem is no longer a simple poem encouraging students to study.

It is a classic that can be passed down to future generations!

Compared to Wang Long's poem, all other poems encouraging study are utter garbage.

The square erupted in cheers.

"Dafu Realm! It's actually Dafu Realm!"

"In the hundreds of years since the founding of our Wenxin Academy, no more than five people have ever been able to cause such extraordinary phenomena in Dafu during a poetry gathering!"

"And these are all renowned scholars who have long been famous throughout the world. Who exactly wrote this poem?"

Just as everyone was wondering.

Shen Qianqiu held the sheet of Xuan paper, his fingers trembling slightly.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice was choked with emotion.

"What a fitting saying: 'One who doesn't study hard in youth will regret it in old age'..."

He raised his head, looked at Wang Long, and bowed deeply.

"Sir, you are a man of great talent. I have learned a great deal from you throughout the ages."

Wang Long quickly returned the greeting.

"Dean Shen, you flatter me. I'm just expressing my regret for not having studied more in my old age."

When Zhou Wenyuan heard Wang Long's words, he felt as if he had been slapped in the face.

Compared to this poem, my own poems are truly inferior.

Xu Wanyun's gaze fell on Wang Long, her eyes filled with admiration.

She knew the poem was good, but she never expected that she would reach Dafu Prefecture as soon as she was born.

Once it spreads throughout the entire Eastern Region, it will surely be able to protect the nation, or even spread throughout the world!

All eyes were on Wang Long.

This time, the disdain and contempt in their eyes had completely disappeared.

Instead, there is reverence.

It's worship!

Qin Jiaojiao stood beside him, her little face tilted up, her eyes shining with admiration.

"Grandpa, you're amazing! Dafu realm poetry! That's Dafu realm poetry!"

She was so excited that her voice changed, and she grabbed Wang Long's sleeve and shook it vigorously.

"In all the years I've studied at the academy, I've never seen anyone's poetry cause such extraordinary phenomena in the Dafu region!"

"You're the first! The first one!"

Wang Long was so dizzy from being shaken that he reached out and pressed her head down.

"Jiaojiao, calm down, calm down."

"I can't calm down!"

Qin Jiaojiao stomped her feet, her face flushed red.

"Grandpa, do you know what 'Dafujing' means? It means your poem will be passed down through the ages! Passed down through the ages!"

"From now on, all Confucian scholars will read your poems! You will be famous throughout the land!"

Wang Long smiled and shook his head.

He didn't think that much about it; he just casually copied down a poem.

No, how can the work of scholars be called plagiarism?

This poem doesn't exist in this world; he is the author.

Xu Wanyun's gaze remained fixed on Wang Long.

She felt that the other party was too dazzling, and she knew very well that Wang Long's abilities were not limited to this.

Zhou Wenyuan stood in the crowd, looking as if he had lost his parents.

He lost.

We lost completely.

His prized poetic talent was utterly insignificant compared to Wang Long's; he wasn't even worthy of carrying Wang Long's shoes.

Zhou Wenyuan silently lowered his head, turned around, squeezed out of the crowd, and disappeared at the edge of the square.

Shen Qianqiu straightened up, walked up to Wang Long, and politely clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Old sir, I have a favor to ask of you."

Wang Long quickly returned the greeting.

"Dean Shen, you're too kind. Please feel free to speak."

Shen Qianqiu looked at him earnestly.

"I wish to have this poem by the old gentleman engraved on a stone tablet and erected in front of Minglun Hall for the students of the academy to admire and learn from."

"Would the old gentleman be so kind as to grant my request?"

Wang Long was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"It is my honor, Dean, please proceed with the engraving."

Inscribing poems on monuments and writing biographies was a lifelong pursuit for many Confucian scholars. This is a poem that Wang Long casually wrote down.

done!

When this poem travels across the world, Wang Long will receive literary feedback from Confucian scholars.

Used for self-cultivation.

By cultivating righteous energy, one can be impervious to all evil!

Shen Qianqiu was overjoyed, knowing that with this poem, Wenxin Academy would have an even richer cultural foundation.

There are countless other academies in the major regions, many of which have been established for over a thousand years.

Wenxin Academy still has a long way to go.

"Thank you, sir!"

He paused, then continued.

"Don't worry, sir, I won't let you make your sacrifices in vain."

"From this day forward, you will be the honorary instructor of my Wenxin Academy."

"All resources of the academy are available for use."

"If needed, the academy will do its best to assist."

As soon as he finished speaking, another commotion broke out in the square.

Honorary Instructor!

Although not a formal instructor, this position is enough to make countless people envious.

There are fewer than ten honorary instructors at Wenxin Academy in the entire Eastern Region.

They were all renowned scholars and masters in their respective regions.

And Wang Long.

An outsider obtained this identity with just one poem.

Qin Jiaojiao was so excited she almost jumped up.

"Grandpa! From now on, you'll be an honorary instructor at our academy!"

She grabbed Wang Long's arm and smiled so hard her eyes curved into crescent moons.

"That's great! Now you don't have to leave! You can stay at the academy with Master and me!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Wanyun's cheeks flushed slightly, and she coughed awkwardly.