When the students in Yanbei Prefecture saw that Zhu Jinwen wanted to write a poem, they all showed disdain. Who didn't know the names of the two talented scholars in Xiangzhou Zhu Niu?
One took the path of a martial arts scholar, and the other passed the exam through supplementary admission.
Apart from going to a government school, what else does the two of them have to do with being a scholar?
"Zhu Langjun, don't lose your face!"
"I know you are greedy for money, but you can't ask for this kind of money! You'd better go home and do business!"
"I do have a very profitable business. It depends on whether Zhu Xiucai is willing to pour tuberose!"
Conflict between men of letters is the most serious. This kind of occasion does not involve calling one's father or mother, so it can be regarded as a festive atmosphere.
I heard that during the late emperor's early dynasty, the civil servants and generals could mingle directly in the main hall!
Zhu Jinwen's face turned slightly red. He didn't know whether it was because he was scolded or because he was nervous.
Niu Ruxian leaned behind him: "Don't worry about Lao Zhu, I remember his face, that kid can't go back!"
Zhou Dagu grabbed Zhu Jinwen's sleeve: "Brother Zhu, don't write!"
Zhu Jinwen was confused: "You don't like me too?"
"With Dong Daru and Lord Guo here, if you write a poem that you shouldn't write, I'm afraid they will see it!"
Zhu Jinwen nodded. This was the reason why he had been hesitating. Being embarrassed and losing his reputation are two different things!
In Kyoto, Hua Daru lived in a brothel all year round. When the great scholar mentioned his name, they thought he was a Confucian person, but no one did not praise the spirituality and lifelikeness of his brothel poems.
He is not afraid of embarrassment, he is afraid of losing all his few literary names!
"Okay, then I won't write anymore. When no one can stop it, someone will come out and turn the tide!"
Niu Ruxian didn't care about any of this. He was a warrior. To him, winning was considered a victory. There was no point in writing good poems. They were not war poems!
"It doesn't matter whether you write or not. If the sky falls, the people of Xiangzhou will hold it up! When will it be the turn of us young scholars to speak!"
Xiangzhou only has three quotas for candidates every three years!
In fact, in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the quota for imperial examinations was the same in each state. Later, due to some reasons, the quota for imperial examinations kept changing.
In the past hundred years, monsters and barbarians have invaded frequently, in order to stabilize the Yumen Pass of the Two Realms Mountains.
People in Xiangzhou began to advocate the martial arts training method that can quickly gain combat effectiveness, and gradually abandoned the Confucian and Taoist training methods.
The imperial court also made it easy for Xiangzhou to learn martial arts but difficult to learn literature out of certain considerations.
In the past ten years, in the Xiangzhou Juren Examination, only the top three can get the title of Juzi!
Therefore, Xiangzhou's imperial examinations are much better than those from other states in terms of imperial examinations.
In terms of examination policy theory, it is much weaker.
Zhu Jinwen sat down, the Xiangzhou students looked at each other, and an old scholar in his sixties stood up.
Most Juzi are in the fourth grade and one realm, so the fourth grade of Confucianism is the Juren realm. This old man is no exception. He has studied things for many years and has stagnated in the fourth grade and one realm of Juren. He himself has always been just a Juren!
This kind of person spends his whole life devoted to poems and poems, and once he writes something, his whole life will be ruined.
The old man stood up and said: "I have a poem, I hope Mr. Guo Fu, the great scholar of the East, will appreciate it!"
Immediately, two servants carried the table to Lao Juren's side. He picked up the brush and put it on the rice paper. Within a moment, the brush was full of energy and the paper was full of energy.
The eyes of everyone present were attracted to him.
Lao Juren has an anxious face and his talent in consolidating poetry.
In a flash of genius, a dragon ship flew out and slid in mid-air.
"Looking far at the Dragon Boat Cruise on the River!" Niu Ruxian read out this sentence.
With just this sentence, Lao Juren liberated the dragon from its talent, and the dragon flew in mid-air to accompany the boat.
The eyes of Yanbeizhou students focused on him: "Who is this scholar?"
"It's quite impressive. Seeing that he has already reached the imperial level by writing poems, can he really call the state a state?"
The Qingxue Confucian Temple trembled, and the students in Xiangzhou tilted their ears, waiting for the second sound from the Zhou Confucian Temple.
Zhou Dagu looked at Lao Juren's doubtful eyes and couldn't help but sigh.
He doesn't have much other experience, but his experience in writing Mingzhou poems is something that no one else can match.
Poems have images of Mingzhou, and people who write poems about Mingzhou will be intoxicated by the strange images, and can even see them more clearly than others.
Poetry is born in your hands, and you improve it through the power of poetry. This is the true understanding that Mingzhou poetry brings to people.
However, the old Juren's eyes are hesitant and clear now, which shows that he has not thought about it at all. Where should he put the last sentence?
Guo Fujun also noticed this scene and couldn't help but sigh: "What a pity! His talent is no longer rising, and it looks like he is just a Dafu poem!"
It is not easy to write poems in Dafu, but this is the Dragon Boat Festival Literary Festival, and there are not only students from Xiangzhou but also students from Yanbeizhou.
What's more, Dongfang Hui, whom Dong Daru has always valued, has not written any poems, and he looks proud.
If you don't take action, that's all. If you do, you will scare everyone.
Guo Fujun looked outside and saw the fireworks.
A ray of sword light and fireworks bloomed, and he raised his head and felt a gust of sword energy blowing into the Longting Tower.
Mr. Guo Fu showed displeasure, which was a prelude to someone trying to get out of trouble.
The people in the Lotus Sect thought it was dark under the lamp, but they didn't know that the master was a student of sages and was most sensitive to the aura of the Lotus Sect. We found out about them on the first day they came across from Jun's Mansion!
We haven't taken any action yet, it's just a stabilization strategy.
What they are waiting for is for Iron Buddha to take action together, but now it seems that Iron Buddha may not necessarily be able to kill all the Lotus believers.
Guo Fujun couldn't help but be confused.
How many people came and who were they?
Those four iron pagodas can't deal with them? !
Lu Tongpan saw the look in his eyes, stood up and left. They usually didn't deal with each other, but when faced with such a major incident, they still spoke the same words.
Zhou Dagu kept paying attention to Lu Tongpan's position, watching him stand up, and then looking at the increasingly bright fireworks in the sky outside.
He couldn't help but show joy: "The vitality is even greater!"
"Girl! Girl, this is the only way I can help you!"
"Huh? Where is the girl?" Niu Ruxian ran back and asked, "Where is the girl?"
Zhou Dagu shook his head helplessly: "Look, his talent is about to fall!"
The talent suddenly increased in front of Lao Juren, but when he put away his pen, it dropped to only one foot and six inches.
He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "It seems that the old man still has some talent. I have been polishing this poem for half a decade, but the result is that it is still so far away from Mingzhou!"
He turned back to look at Zhou Dagu, but Zhou Dagu avoided his eyes.
He is waiting for an opportunity.
Now, he can't help Xiangzhou students stand out!
When students from Yanbei Prefecture saw Lao Juren's poems, they couldn't help but sigh. It's one thing for literati to be dismissive of each other, but it's another thing for literati to love poetry.
"Sure enough, it's still a little bit close! It's always a little bit close!"
"It's not bad to be talented and talented!"
"Now among the poems, he is ranked first. Not bad! Not bad! He has also brought glory to Xiangzhou!"
"But alas, look over there!"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Dongfang Gui, who had been sitting next to Dongdaru!
The Xiangzhou students looked troubled, are they going to lose?
