One by one, the students began to concentrate and prepare to show off their talents. Zhang Wuyan, who was sitting on the second level, stood up first, saluted the five gentlemen, and said: "I am a scholar of Gongshu Academy, Zhang Wuyan. I am here. Throw some bricks and attract jade.”
"Under the moonlight there is a clear solitary shadow, and there are only two or three friends.
How much lace should be used? Young people look forward to fragrant tea.
Lin Han knows my intention, and mourns Huating.
Wherever the peaks of the mountains end, we will eventually find ourselves at the end of the road. "
As Zhang Wuyan finished reciting the poem, the talent above turned into the image in the poem. A scroll of a moonlit night scene slowly unfolded. The moon and stars were sparse, the clear light filled the earth, and a solitary shadow lingered under the moon.
In this painting, three or two friends gather together, either chanting poems and drinking wine, or admiring the moon and stars, creating a harmonious scene.
"What a poem!" After Zhang Wuyan finished reciting the poem, Master was the first to applaud, and then other gentlemen followed suit. "
Zhang Wuyan's poem can be said to be concise and comprehensive, with profound artistic conception. It incorporates his own feelings about the moonlight night and his understanding of friendship into it, which makes people sigh. Confucius commented, "This poem has the qualifications to become a famous poem." "
"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Zhang Wuyan replied flattered.
"What a wonderful sentence, 'Under the moonlight there is a solitary shadow, and there are only a few friends around.' This sentence is really wonderful!"
Zeng Huaigu couldn't help but praise him. At the same time, he also had some doubts in his heart. With Zhang Wuyan's talent, entering Zigong Academy was indeed considered buried. It would be better to come to Zeng Sheng Academy.
As for the other gentlemen, they all praised Zhang Wuyan. In their opinion, it was indeed a great talent to be able to write such poems at Zhang Wuyan's age.
Seeing several gentlemen praising Zhang Wuyan, Ci Song couldn't help but sigh: "Zhang Wuyan's talent is really good."
Bai Ye nodded in agreement: "It's indeed good, Junior Brother Ci, when do you decide to show it?"
Ci Song heard the words and said with a smile: "When everyone's presentation is almost done, I will talk about my own."
Bai Ye nodded. In his opinion, Ci Song had always been a very thoughtful person, which was a good thing. He looked up at the stage and saw another student standing up.
This student came from Zeng Sheng Academy. He did not recite poems like Zhang Wuyan, but began to talk about one of the "rituals" he had mastered, and elaborated on his understanding and insights of Confucius and the sages.
"The purpose of etiquette is that harmony is the most precious. The etiquette is the body; the harmony is the Tao. The body is not separated from the Tao, and the Tao is not separated from the body."
As the student explained, he drew some figures in the air with his hands. These figures were all themed "ritual" and contained various cultural elements, such as mountains, rivers, sun, moon, stars, etc.
"A good 'property is used, and harmony is the most precious thing.'"
The master nodded on the stage and said, "This student has a very thorough understanding of the etiquette of Confucius and the sages, and he is able to integrate it into his own talents and display it vividly. The graphics depicted in his explanation process , also contain profound cultural connotations, which shows the depth of their talents."
The other gentlemen also nodded in praise and gave their own evaluation of the student's performance.
As time goes by, students continue to stand up and show off their talents. These students either sing songs, tell truths, or paint on the spot, each showing their talents.
Throughout the banquet hall, with the students' performances, talents continued to rise, and colorful talents condensed in the air, forming beautiful pictures that were dizzying.
However, the talent banquet stipulated that each student could only show off their talent once, and since none of the seventy-three students from Yan Sheng Academy participated in the talent banquet, the scene quickly cooled down.
"Junior sister Mo Yao, why don't you come forward and show it off?" Beiyuan asked Mo Yao who was standing aside.
Mo Yao nodded and said: "Three senior brothers, you should prepare well to participate in the literary battle. Leave this talent banquet to me."
Mo Yao stood up, took out a jade flute, and blew into Xiao's mouth. Suddenly, a clear and melodious flute sound sounded and spread in the air.
As the flute sounded, the originally quiet talents in the banquet hall began to fluctuate, and colorful talents flocked to Mo Yao's side as if they were being guided.
These talents are constantly condensed under the control of Mo Yao, and finally form a series of beautiful paintings. In these paintings, there are cranes soaring in the sky, dragons and phoenixes showing auspiciousness, picturesque landscapes, or tigers sitting on the dragon's plate.
Each scroll contains profound cultural connotations, which makes people dizzy. "It's so beautiful!" "This is true talent!" "As expected of a direct disciple of Confucius Saint Academy, he is indeed extraordinary!" ...
The students present were amazed when they saw this scene. These scrolls not only contain profound cultural connotations, but also show Mo Yao's extraordinary talents and skills.
Bai Ye watched Mo Yao's performance with a hint of admiration in his eyes, "It seems that Junior Brother Ci's wife is very accomplished in Lezhidao, but I believe that Junior Brother Ci will be able to come up with something better than Junior Sister Mo Yao. A poem of talent.”
"Senior Brother Bai, please stop teasing me." Although Ci Song was answering Bai Ye's words, his eyes were still on Mo Yao and never left.
At the end of the song, Mo Yao put away the jade flute, smiled slightly, and said, "It's embarrassing."
Duanmu Weili, the dean of Zigong Academy, watched Mo Yao's performance on the stage, with a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, "This woman's attainments in the music field are indeed good. Her extraordinary talents and skills are indeed rare to see in a hundred years." .”
Zhong Bo, the dean of Zilu, also nodded and said: "
What Brother Duanmu said is absolutely true. Junior Sister Mo Yao's talents and skills are indeed extraordinary. Such students joining the Confucius-Sheng School will undoubtedly be even more powerful for the school. "
Ning Ping'an also spoke slowly at this time and gave his first and first evaluation, "This woman is as talented as Qi Bai."
As soon as these words came out, the deans of the other three academies were stunned. They had no idea that Ning Ping'an would give such a high evaluation. The master on the other side said to smooth things over: "Mo Yao is still young, so he can only say It’s a promising future.”
Ning Pingan did not respond, but turned his attention to Ci Song. He was looking forward to what kind of surprise his disciple would bring him this time.
Ci Song naturally felt his teacher's gaze. He looked at his teacher and nodded slightly.
Everyone present was emotionally aroused by the sound of Mo Yao's flute, but most of the students here except Yan Sheng Academy had finished their presentations, so they had no choice but to wait.
"No one from Yan Sheng Academy stood up. Do you want to give up this talent banquet?"
A harsh voice came from the highest place. Everyone turned around and saw Zhou Ge, a student of Zilu Academy wearing a yellow Confucian robe with a mocking look on his face.
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