"Xu Cijiu, my student, is well versed in the art of war, and he is a talented person." Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, introduced him. He cannot compose poetry.

This sentence weighed heavily on my heart.

Everyone Zhang is a little surprised. You don’t know how to write poems, so why do you come out of nowhere?

Zhu Tuizhi, who thought he was bound to win the purple jade, was alert at first when he heard the sound, but when he saw that it was Xu New Year, he didn't take it seriously.

Just glanced at him.

We have been classmates for several years. Not only do we know each other's strengths and weaknesses well, we know each other's strengths and weaknesses very well.

Xu Xinnian was outstanding in strategy and theory, and he was also accomplished in the art of war, but his poetry was far from elegant.

The jade pendant is still mine.

The students' eyes fell on Xu Xinnian. He was enjoying the attention of everyone, with a defiant look on his face, looking at the sun hanging warmly in the sky:

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun."

The great player Li Mubai nodded and stroked his beard. This sentence was just a simple description of the scenery, but his broad mind was vividly displayed on the page.

"The north wind blows the geese and snow."

It's winter now, the snow hasn't come yet, but it's not far away. This is not an exaggeration.

At dusk, with heavy snow falling, and the howling north wind, I saw wild geese in the distance, and the feeling of the scene immediately came out.

The background of these two sentences is well rendered and fits the send-off perfectly.

Zhang Shen was extremely surprised. He carefully examined Xu New Year's poems. Based on his poetry skills as a student, these two seven-character sentences must have been written with great painstaking effort. If he could maintain his standard, he would not be able to compete with Zhu Tuizhi.

Among the three highly respected scholars, Ziyang layman, who had the highest level of poetry, was chewing two lines of poems, feeling inexplicably sad.

Thousands of miles, dusk, north wind, lone wild goose, and falling snow all outline a desolate and desolate scene.

It seems that he is not serving as an official, but that he has been demoted.

However, it really hits the mark.

This time he became an official, and it seemed that he was reused by the imperial court and granted authority. But the forces from the Imperial College would watch him rise to the top?

Will he be allowed to lay the foundation for White Deer Academy in the officialdom?

Going to Qingzhou now, the future is actually uncertain and the road ahead is bleak.

Suddenly, Xu Xinnian opened his arms, and his handsome face, illuminated by the warm sunshine, was as flawless and delicate as jade.

He raised his arms, looked directly at layman Ziyang, and uttered the last two sentences loudly:

"Don't worry about the road ahead without friends."

"No one in the world knows you."

Inside and outside the pavilion, there was a moment of silence.

For a moment, everyone present had goosebumps all over their bodies.

Zhu Tuizhi turned his head stiffly and stared blankly at Xu New Year, who was standing proudly.

"Don't worry, no one knows you in the future. No one in the world knows you." Li Mubai excitedly clapped his hands: "Absolutely awesome!"

The first two sentences reveal a sad atmosphere, while the last two sentences are full of twists and turns, making people suddenly enlightened and inspiring.

Zhang Shenchen looked at Xu New Year and fell silent.

Ziyang layman, who is good at poetry, is still stuck in the artistic conception of this seven-character quatrain, and his heart is shaken.

"What a poem, what a poem," he murmured.

"Why is there only half a palace?" Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, couldn't help but ask when he saw that his students did not continue to chant.

Xu New Year's mouth twitched: "This poem is only half of it."

Only half of it?!

The scholars present immediately widened their eyes and found it difficult to accept such words. How can anyone write half of a poem? Is this still a human being?

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Banque is already amazing." Ziyang layman calmed down and smiled deeply, "Xu Cijiu, does this poem have a name?"

"No!"

Xu Xinyin remains arrogant, but he really doesn’t know how to explain it. Only by maintaining an aloof attitude can people stop asking questions.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious," Ziyang layman's smile widened, "This poem is to see me off, right?"

Xu New Year nodded.

"How about I think of one for you."

Li Mubai, a powerful player, and Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, suddenly understood his intention, and felt like lemons in their hearts.

"Then how about calling it "The Sheep Pavilion Sends Yang Gong to Qingzhou"?" The dignified scholar said with expectation in his eyes.

"Not bad!" Xu Xinnian subconsciously said arrogantly, then realized that his attitude lacked respect, and added: "It's all up to you, sir."

"Shameless old thief."

"snort!"

The two great scholars were even more sour.

"This is nature." Master Ziyang laughed loudly and bowed to the two of them triumphantly.

Now that poetry is in decline, if this poem spreads, it will definitely cause a sensation among scholars and be sung by students all over the world.

Zi Yang's reputation will also rise with the tide. The key is that his operation is equivalent to binding his name to this poem.

If this poem becomes a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, the name of Ziyang layman will also be passed down through the ages.

It is very possible for such masterpieces to be handed down from generation to generation.

In the eyes of the two great scholars, the most shameful thing is that Xu Xinnian presented the poem to the teacher as a student. There should be no taboo in the title of the poem. It should be referred to by "zi" or "hao". Only peers or friends can

Put your name into the poem.

It can be seen that this thief has become shameless in order to make a name for himself.

What is the biggest dream of a scholar, to cultivate one's moral integrity and rule the country and bring peace to the world? No, this is an ideal, not a dream.

For thousands of years, scholars have had only one biggest dream: to leave a name in history!

The two great scholars were jealous and separated.

As a teacher, Zhang Shen realized that this poem may not have been written by his student, but he did not expose it. It was his own good fortune that the student was favored by Ziyang layman. As a teacher, he was also happy.

Amid the heated discussion among the students, Xu New Year coughed and told the truth: "Teacher, gentlemen, this poem was not written by me, but by someone else."

The discussion stopped for a moment.

The expressions of the three great scholars were different, and Zhang Shen suddenly realized that this was indeed the case.

Li Mubai seemed to be taken aback, very surprised.

Practitioner Ziyang had the biggest reaction. He skipped the first two parts and asked eagerly: "Who is it? Is he a student of our college? Is he here?"

His eyes passed over Xu New Year, searching among the students.

"It's my brother!" Xu Xinyin raised his chin slightly, maintaining a proud posture.

The silent students began to discuss again:

"Xu Cijiu's brother?"

"Where are you studying? Why haven't you heard of this person?"

"If I remember correctly, Xu Cijiu seems to be the eldest son?"

"Cijiu, your brother's surname is Gao. Who did he study under? You tell me, we don't know anything about such a talented poet."

The students were extremely anxious.

The three great scholars also looked at Xu New Year.

No, I was influenced by the old man. I shouldn't tell him. Looking at the students with fiery eyes, Xu New Year suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.

All things are inferior, but reading is high. It can be seen that scholars are proud, and so is Xu New Year himself.

The scholars at Yunlu Academy are even more proud.

If Xu Qian is also a scholar, they will admire and admire him. If everyone knows that he is just a government servant, they will have negative emotions.

A low-level police officer can also write the excellent Qilu, where should we put our faces?

Xu Xinyin gritted his teeth and said, "My brother is studying classics hard at home. He is not at Yunlu Academy or the Imperial College. He has an indifferent character. He doesn't like fame or success. He just wants to be a master of the classics."

The students at White Deer Academy were shocked and wanted to make friends with him.

There was no surprise in the first place, Ziyu gave Xu New Year, and layman Ziyang bid farewell to everyone with a glowing face. Feeling that his thoughts were clear, when he boarded the luxurious carriage, he left a meaningful sentence:

"Such a great talent cannot be like a pearl covered in dust. I would like to express my sincere words. What do you think?"

The two great scholars didn't know whether they really didn't understand or pretended not to understand. They sent Master Ziyang away silently. When the carriage drove away, Li Mubai suddenly grabbed Xu Xinnian's hand and took him aside: "Say goodbye.

, I suddenly became interested in accepting a disciple. I have nothing to do today, so take me to meet your brother."
To be continued...