Everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Han.
Yuan Bin took a pen, handed it over and said, "Brother Jiang, please."
Jiang Han smiled and said, "There's no need to use a pen when reciting an article."
This statement shocked everyone again. The difficulty of writing an article with a pen is different from that of reciting an article orally. An article has several hundred words. If you write it with a pen, you can also write words while reciting it. If you recite it, it will be even more difficult. .
Everyone holds their breath, waiting for his "Phoenix Taiwan Chronicle".
In the midst of everyone's gaze, Jiang Han took a step forward, glanced at the Phoenix Tower, and spoke loudly:
"Jia Wang was relegated to Yunmeng City, and he was well-connected with politics and people. He built a new Phoenix Tower, held a literary meeting, invited people to write poems and poems, and I wrote essays to record them."
Many scholars nodded slightly. These sentences explained why Jiang Han wrote this article because he was invited by Jia Wang.
A look of disdain appeared on Yin Tingli's face after hearing this. The opening paragraph was a cliché and unremarkable.
Jiang Han paused for a moment, but Fan Zhongyan's "The Story of Yueyang Tower" appeared in his mind. Although this is not Yueyang Tower, and this place is not Baling, the article can still meet the title with only slight changes.
"I would like to observe the magnificent appearance of the Phoenix Tower, on the bank of Yunmeng. It holds distant mountains, swallows the Yangtze River, is vast and boundless, with morning light and evening overcast, and a myriad of weather conditions. This is the grand view of the Phoenix Tower!"
Everyone's expressions changed slightly when they heard this, and their eyes revealed their splendor.
Magistrate Jia was extremely surprised and looked at Jiang Han carefully. This paragraph used four four-character words to describe the scenic scenery of Phoenix Terrace, and a huge and heroic aura suddenly hit his face.
If I can maintain this level and finish this article, it will not be inferior to Yin Tingli's article.
Jiang Han stepped out and said loudly: "If the rain is falling, the moon is not open, the wind is howling, the turbid waves are emptying, the sun and stars are hidden, the mountains are hidden, business travel is blocked, the rafters are toppled and destroyed, the dusk is dark, the tigers and the monkeys roar Crying. When you climb the tower, there are those who are nostalgic for their country, worried about slander and fear of ridicule, with desolate eyes and extremely sad feelings."
The smile on Yin Tingli's face suddenly froze, and the others were also shocked.
Based on the literary talent of this paragraph alone, Jiang Han's talent is not inferior to that of Yin Tingli.
Magistrate Jia couldn't help but take a special look at Jiang Han. He was extremely talented, and writing notes like this was much better than Yin Tingli's writing on paper!
Jiang Han continued to walk, looking out the window, as if flying outside, looking down at the beautiful scenery of Yunmeng:
“When spring comes and the scenery is bright, the waves are calm, the sky above and below is a vast expanse of blue, sand gulls gather in the sky, golden scales swim, and the banks are covered with orchids and lush green.
Or when the long smoke disappears, the bright moon shines thousands of miles away, the floating light leaps into the gold, the silent shadow sinks into the jade, and the fishermen answer each other's songs, how wonderful is this joy! "
Many scholars couldn't help but cheer in a low voice when they heard this.
This four-character paragraph is full of the sonorous beauty of music and has a sense of picture, as if people are immersed in the scene!
Absolutely beautiful!
Jiang Han's voice was sonorous and powerful, with a ringing voice:
"Sigh! I have tried to seek the heart of the ancient benevolent people, but it is different from the two. Why? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself."
"If you live high in a temple, you worry about your people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you worry about your ruler."
"... Worry first when the world is worried, then rejoice when the world is happy!"
As the last sentence was uttered, the entire Phoenix Tower was silent!
Many people were so excited that their scalps went numb and goosebumps fell all over the floor.
Zhongli Wuyou's expression changed drastically and his pupils shrank suddenly. He stood up and said, "What a man who doesn't rejoice in things and doesn't grieve in himself!"
"A good person should worry about the world's worries first, and rejoice after the world's happiness!"
"Jiang Han, I have learned a lesson!"
Everyone was shocked when they heard what Zhongli said. Magistrate Jia also looked at Jiang Han with disbelief on his face.
He, Jia Wang, has been running around all his life just for fame, but in the end his vision and mind are not as good as that of a young boy.
He cannot be happy with things or sad with himself. He cannot be worried about the world's worries first and be happy after the world's happiness.
But this kid... has such a big heart at such an age, he, Jia Wang, is ashamed of himself.
Jia Wang looked at Jiang Han with twinkling eyes.
It would be great if such a talented person could become his son-in-law.
Zhongli Wuyou said: "Prefect Jia, what do you think of this article?"
Magistrate Jia considered it and said: "It is excellent and will definitely be spread in the literary world."
Zhongli Wuyou smiled and said: "No! This article is enough to be passed down to the world!"
Magistrate Jia was surprised. Since ancient times, articles have been difficult to pass down, and there are very few works that can be passed down. Confucian Zhongli actually thinks that this article can be passed down?
But the great scholar will not make empty words.
"What do you think this son will accomplish in the future?"
Magistrate Jia thought for a while and asked again. This sentence was a test of Zhongli Wuyou, testing whether he would accept Jiang Han as his disciple.
Zhongli Wuyou smiled gently: "Although I am a great scholar, I am also disturbed by external things. I am happy because of things and worry about myself. This boy is only about how old he is. He is only in his early twenties. At that age, I was still addicted to Fame among the swordsmen."
"He has a peerless talent, but he has been able to hide his humiliation for twenty years. At first, I thought he wanted to be famous in the world, but now I know that it is his character that does not take pleasure in things and does not take sorrow in himself. So, I If he is not as good as him, his future achievements will not be lower than mine."
Zhongli Wuyou's voice was very low when he said the last words, just enough for Magistrate Jia to know.
Magistrate Jia's heart was filled with turmoil. He originally didn't understand why Jiang Han had to hide his talent for so long despite his talent. Now, after Zhongli's explanation, he realized that he was not hiding his talent, but had reached a very high level.
He remembered the literary party at Ningguo Mansion and regretted why he didn't hold one, otherwise Jiang Han would be his son-in-law.
But now, he needs to compete with Qin Zhong for this son-in-law.
Jiang Han looked at the complicated looks thrown at him by the people around him, and knew that he should just give it up and leave in time to leave a deep impression on them. He cupped his hands and said, "Jiang Han, thank you, the prefect, for inviting me to participate." I am also grateful for Dr. Zhongli’s comments about this literary meeting, but Jiang Han has something else to do right now, so he and Miss Qin will leave first.”
Magistrate Jia said: "Hey, wait a minute, Jiang Han, you are the leader of this cultural gathering, so logically you should marry my daughter."
Qin Muqing frowned, what do you mean? Trying to pry a corner in front of this girl?
Jiang Han smiled and said, "The prefect should also know that I am married to Miss Qin. The wedding is imminent. How can I marry another woman? Please forgive me, the prefect."
Magistrate Jia sighed regretfully.
"Master Zhongli, Jiang Han will come to visit another day!" Jiang Han said with cupped hands.
"Okay, I'm waiting for you."
Everyone watched Jiang Han and Qin Muqing leave. Although Zhongli Wuyou did not say who he would accept as his disciple, the result was already obvious based on his attitude towards Jiang Han.
Yin Tingli's face was as dark as water, anger surged in her heart, and she immediately glared at Pan Zhi.
It’s all this shit! If it weren't for him, how could Jiang Han be forced to write this article!
That stern look made Pan Zhi tremble in shock, and his whole body became cold.
