Ninth Grade Jailer: He actually went on a blind date with the leader of the Demon Cult at the beginn

Why, you are so angry because I mentioned the central issue? There are so many people watching here, and all the teachers are here, how dare you...

Xu Yuncheng once again transformed into the king of strong mouths, but suddenly remembered that the reckless man in front of him was not playing according to common sense, so he quietly moved back to create a safe distance.

Those who wear shoes are afraid of those who are barefoot!

He is precious gold and precious jade, how can he be touched by rubble?

This guy dared to punch him and break his nose outside the gate of Qin Mansion. Maybe in front of so many great scholars, he really dared to take action!

This is because the scar has healed and you have forgotten the pain, right? Do you think I dare? How about giving it a try?

Li Nuo opened his chest with a hiss, revealing his enviable muscles. A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Being a martial artist is much more enjoyable than being a Confucian scholar.

When the warrior was angry, blood spattered a hundred steps!

Just asking you if you are afraid!

Li Nuo was so arrogant and said that he did not take Confucian scholars seriously, which immediately caused an uproar.

The students on the field all rolled their sleeves, either glaring in anger or in despair.

Vulgar! We are all literati here. Since you are willing to become a vulgar warrior, why don't you stay away from us quickly? Don't infect us with your vulgarity!

Li Zian, I really misjudged you. I didn't expect you to really fall for yourself!

A great future is ruined in one moment. This is all you can do in your life. Just be your jailer and don't interfere with our banquets in the future!

…

Zian, forget it.

Jian Yuyan sighed, and a trace of inexplicable sadness emerged in his heart.

Confucianism has always been superior to others. No matter what system it is, in the eyes of Confucianism, it is always inferior.

The Taoist sect likes to pretend to be noble, the Buddhist sect pretends to be merciful, the demon clan has a strong odor, the shaman cultivator jumps off the beam, the barbarian Maoru drinks blood, the sea clan is ignorant... Of course, driven by self-esteem, what they look down on the most is the vulgar martial artist!

Therefore, abandoning literature and embracing martial arts is unheard of and unseen, and it is trampling on their Confucian dignity!

There was a hint of sadness between Jian Yuyan's eyebrows. He knew that his disciple had been burdened with great infamy and infamy.

But the literary spirit is so profound that you really can’t let others know about it. Unless, Li Zian can enter the third level of literary and Taoist realm in one fell swoop!

Li Nuo also understood what his mentor was thinking. He patted his chest and laughed heartlessly: Teacher, I'm fine. I'm fine. My mentor is traveling north this time. I don't know when we will meet again. The disciple also gave me a gift. A farewell poem to express my feelings.

Ah.

Isn’t it just poetry?

No one will do it the same.

Is it impossible to write poetry without literary flair?

Who is talking about?

However, as soon as these words came out, the whole room burst into laughter.

Poof!

Ha ha!

What?

Did you hear that right?

Li Zian wants to write poetry?

All the students on the field burst into laughter.

Hahaha, I'm laughing so hard. Li Zian, you don't understand the situation, do you? Your literary spirit is gone and your talents are dry. How can you still write poetry?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaed yes.

Yes, yes, yes! Brother Zian, please don't let everyone down. As long as it can reach half of what Brother Xu has done... oh no, no, no, as long as it can reach the height of one-tenth or two, I will kneel down and read it on the spot!

…

Everyone's ridicule is justified, and they are not afraid of being slapped in the face.

Although I have heard Li Zian write some amazing poems at some literary banquets before. But they were self-righteous and thought it was Li Zian's previous inventory.

Now, all the great scholars are here, and it is clear at a glance whether Li Zian's poems are good or bad.

As for writing poetry, the most difficult thing is to adapt to the situation.

If you use the previous inventory to fool the masses, I'm afraid it won't work under the gaze of so many pairs of wise eyes.

The mentor goes out to serve and the student bids farewell.

This poem title really completely limits the scope of poetry.

Does Li Zian have any experience in writing farewell poems?

Of course there is none.

It is precisely because of this that everyone is so sure, Li Zian is afraid that he will become the laughing stock of everyone's chat after dinner.

Zian, you...

Jian Yuyan looked at Li Nuo in astonishment.

Du Yan didn't know that Li Nuo was literary to the core, so he looked at him with a complicated expression and reminded: Zian, there is no need to force it, just ignore it.

Wang Yangming, on the other hand, seemed to think that the smell of gunpowder was not strong enough, and laughed and said: Hahaha, it is indeed Li Zian who is brave and wise! After today, Li Zian's name will definitely be resounding inside and outside Chang'an City.

Don't worry, teacher. After today, your and my names will be sung all over the world, and we will be famous throughout the ages... That brother who picked up leaks, can I lend you a pen and paper?

Li Nuo gave Jian Yuyan a quiet and reassuring smile, then took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the library where Jian Shenduo had missed the number one scholar, and displayed them on the stone table of the farewell pavilion.

He originally didn't want to be exposed.

But I can’t see my mentor being laughed at!

Once Zuizhu lay in the north, he could not return for thirty years. Even after he died of illness, he did not return to his roots. His body was buried in the Yinghun Tomb of Shangyang Pass.

My mentor is going north to take up his post this time, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to return to Chang'an.

Moreover, it was freezing cold in the north, but my mentor was so afraid of the cold, yet he never looked back...

In this case...

Then come up with a world-shaking poem, so that everyone in the Dayin Dynasty will remember the name of their mentor, and remember that there was such a great Confucian who guarded the northern border to protect his family, country, and country!

Farewell poems flashed through my mind.

Not only must we adapt to the situation, but we must also overwhelm this group of Confucian students who are proud of their talents.

Of course, the most important thing is to take care of the teacher's emotions.

I advise you to drink another glass of wine. If you leave Yangguan in the west, there will be no old friends?

Just change West to North and you can use it.

But this is too melancholy.

Not right, wrong...

Got it!

After thinking for a moment, Li Nuo's eyes lit up.

Li Nuo spread out the writing paper, then looked up at the many students standing outside the pavilion, and said with a smile: By the way, I just heard someone saying that as long as I can write a poem that is recognized by everyone, I will Kneel down and read in front of everyone, right? Is that you, little fat man?

The fat student who was named shrank his neck guiltily, but he quickly remembered that Li Nuo had already destroyed the foundation of Confucianism and Taoism, so what else was there to be afraid of?

He then took a step forward, held his head high, and said arrogantly: So what if I say so? I am Nangong Zishuo, the Imperial Academy's disciple.

Hey, fat guy is interesting, he even gave his name specially!

Nangong Zishuo?

Li Nuo said in surprise, Nangong Ziyu is your brother?

If it was true, then he would be too embarrassed to operate on this fat man.

Instead of looking at the monk's face and looking at the Buddha's face, Nangong Ziyu still has to give him face. No matter how people say it, he is also Qin Xiaolou's follower. This naive and honest man has helped him a lot in the imperial mausoleum case and the Lishan banquet.

But the little fat man curled his lips disdainfully and said: A mere collateral disciple cannot be my brother. Don't you want to write a poem? Write it quickly. Could it be that you can't finish it and are you delaying it on purpose?

Nangong Zishuo's courage is commendable. I hope you can continue to remain so calm and confident in a while.

Li Nuo smiled meaningfully.

Immediately, his anger sank into his dantian, and he dipped in ink and waved it with a dash of grace. It was a good thing that no lady of the family was here at this time, otherwise she would have been stunned by Li Nuo's grace.

On rice paper.

Birds startle snakes, flowers and butterflies light up.

One line after another in cursive writing, the poem is completed in one breath. In just ten breaths, the poem is completed!

Sign off.

Gently blowing on the remaining thick ink on the writing paper, Li Nuo smiled lightly and waved to Fatty Nangong: Fat Shuo, come here... You should feel very honored to be the first to read it... Oh, let's add something. , you are kneeling down to read this farewell poem that I gave to my mentor, and you can be regarded as leaving your name in history!

Arrogant!

Arrogant!

Huh, I don't know how high the sky is!

It is a fantasy that ten breaths can become a poem! Even the great writer Xu Jingshan three hundred years ago couldn't do it.

Everyone on the scene thought that Li Zian was insane and delusional.

Nangong, go quickly. Such a good opportunity to slap you in the face has fallen into your hands. You must seize it!

Fat man, hurry up and stop the ink stains!

The students urged.

Xu Yuncheng was the most excited. He couldn't help but spouting witty words, scolding Li Zian and seeking revenge.

Only Zhang, the replacement champion, sighed with melancholy when he saw Shen.

He was deeply touched by the terrifying reign of the Peerless Double Security in the past few years. Later, when Hua'an returned to his hometown to observe his filial piety, his moral integrity was dusty and he withdrew from the competition stage. Li Zian was so outstanding that they could only hold back.

It's only been more than a year, how could these people forget?

Abandoning literature and embracing martial arts?

hehe.

Even if they abandon civility and embrace martial arts, they can still beat them all!

He knew that this time, Li Zian was going to make a splash again. And they, the Imperial Academy students, will all become Li Zian's background and stepping stone.

Fatty Nangong strode into the farewell pavilion and picked up the rice paper on the stone table.

When the dragon-flying cursive script fell into his eyes, the half-concentrated mocking smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly solidified, and instantly turned into deep fear.

Mumble.

He swallowed, but found that he couldn't say a word.

thump--

His knees went weak and he couldn't help but kneel...

Hey, Zishuo, why are you so crazy? Are you really kneeling down?

Damn fat man, what did you see? Read it quickly!

Nangong Zishuo, you are really puffy and fat. You are just reading a poem, how can I scare you like this? It is really unbecoming and insulting to your elegance!

When all the students on the field saw this, they were extremely anxious and wanted to rush into the farewell pavilion to see what was going on.

You have not entered Confucianism and Taoism [Fifth Grade Discrimination Realm], so you must complete what you have learned. Otherwise, your literary heart will be dusted, and your life will be over. Li Nuo patted Nangong Xiaopang's thick shoulder. , educated with sincerity, Hurry up and read it, everyone and several teachers are still waiting...

The fat man looked dull and trembled all over. He swallowed his saliva and read tremblingly: Qian

, Qianli...Huangyun...Xunxun in the daytime.

In just seven words, the desolate scene in the sky is described. Everyone couldn't help but look up at the vast sky that was the same color as the lake.

The north wind blows the wild geese...and the snow falls.

The fat man endured the trembling and continued reading.

It is late autumn, the cold wind is biting, and the wild geese are flying south. Although there is no snow, the poem talks about the artistic conception, and inadvertently reminds people of Shangyang Pass in the north.

Jian Yuyan's trip north this time was to go to Shangyang Pass to take up his post. Hu Tian sees snow falling in August, which is the most realistic portrayal of the northern environment.

This sentence is a moving scene, which together with the previous sentence is still and moving, depicts the depression of all things and the cold wind.

And a few simple words... yellow clouds, north wind, wild geese, falling snow... are eye-catching.

However, the feeling of desolation and loneliness during this period was so strong that people couldn't help but sigh.

Everyone shook their heads or sighed, and their mood became depressed.

Especially Jian Yuyan, who can best feel the true meaning of this situation.

A dignified [fourth-level] scholar, but he has to go north to guard Shaoyang Pass... But if he goes this time, he is afraid that he will never return to Chang'an in this life.

Farewell today, relatives and friends will no longer see each other. This kind of separation is really sad and melancholy.

Of course, if that was all, it would be no better than what Xu Yuncheng did, and there was no need for the fat man to kneel down and admit defeat.

Therefore, everyone was excited and vaguely looking forward to the next two sentences.

Especially Wang Yangming.

He was deeply touched by the song A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky.

This Li Zian, writing about autumn is definitely not sad and lonely, it is better than spring!

Reversal!

The next step is bound to be reversed!

Sure enough, Xia Qian's poetry suddenly changed.

A burst of ambition and heroic spirit bursts out like a bright sun, instantly dispelling the desolation of autumn and winter!

Don't worry about the road ahead without friends,

…

No one in the world knows you!

…

asphyxia!

A strong sense of suffocation hit my nose!

There seemed to be winter thunder exploding in my head!

Everyone was shocked and their scalps were numb.

The whole place was silent, as if they had witnessed some horrifying scene, and three thousand hairs on their foreheads exploded.

Some people clenched their fists with their hands, their faces flushed, and they were extremely excited. They wanted to roar as loud as they could to vent their emotions, but their remaining sense made them restrain themselves.

This was a direct shock to the depths of my soul!

They finally knew why the fat man knelt down.

At this moment, they also felt that their knees were weak.

This is no longer a masterpiece, this is a masterpiece!

There is no shame in kneeling down when faced with a masterpiece that is rare to see in a century!

Hahahaha, wonderful! Great!

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds suffuse the sun,

The north wind blows the geese and snow.

Don’t worry about the road ahead without friends.

Who in the world doesn’t know you!

Jian Yuyan grabbed the poem paper and recited it repeatedly, laughing wildly with joy and tears in his laughter.

Yes!

I, Jian Yuyan, don’t pretend to be just a small city of Chang’an in my heart, I pretend to be the entire people of the world!

Since demons and barbarians are causing chaos, I, Jian Yuyan, will go to suppress them without hesitation!

No matter where I go, I, Jian Yuyan, will shine brightly!

Although the world is big.

But no matter where I am, my name, Jian Yuyan, should be left behind!

Jian Yuyan had an epiphany, pointed to the sky, and laughed heartily: Hahaha, I am Jian Yuyan of Lushan College!

At this moment, Jian Yuyan was filled with heroic spirit, and his literary spirit surged wildly, soaring to the sky.

Rumble.

suddenly.

A ten-foot-long shadow appeared in the sky.

If you look carefully, you will see that it is Jian Yuyan!

Such a vision of heaven and earth naturally caused everyone on the commercial road outside the city to stop and watch.