Chapter 36 Great talent appears, and Southern Henan is in turmoil
After crawling out of the Wenchi.
The handsome man appeared in front of Xu Qingxiao.
Looking at the handsome man's face, Xu Qingxiao felt a little jealous.
"Congratulations to Brother Qingxiao for adding another masterpiece of poetry. It's a pity that I have lost my memory. Maybe I can write a few articles to avoid lack of follow-up."
A handsome man came up to congratulate him.
And Xu Qingxiao was extremely respectful.
"Senior's words are serious. Qingxiao is inexplicably moved by the fact that he has such a heart."
Xu Qingxiao said politely.
At the same time, he continued to speak.
"Senior, I have left Ping'an County, and now I have arrived in Nanyu Mansion. I plan to go to Bailu Academy in a while, and maybe I can find out where senior is from."
"It's just that if the seniors remember some information, it will be easier for the juniors to find it."
Xu Qingxiao said that he planned to go to Bailu Academy at dawn and read a book.
By the way, I looked up some information to see if I could help him regain his memory.
"Okay, please excuse me, Brother Qingxiao."
"But in terms of memory, I still haven't recovered much. But it has something to do with the Great Sage. I can be sure of this, but I don't know the rest."
The handsome man replied.
He lost his memory and has never recovered it. This is the only thing he knows.
"I understand, senior, don't be anxious. I will let you know as soon as possible after I check it carefully."
After Xu Qingxiao confirmed these words, he informed them with a courtesy.
"I'm tired."
The handsome man was a little grateful.
Xu Qingxiao didn't say much and left the Wen Palace.
In the guest room.
After Xu Qingxiao opened her eyes.
My whole body couldn't help but feel a sense of joy, especially my brain, which was extremely clear. The righteous energy surged through my body, suppressing the demonic nature and nourishing my body.
"The ninth level opens your mind, the eighth level cultivates your body."
In the lineage of Confucianism and Taoism, the tenth level is to nourish qi and cultivate awe-inspiring righteousness.
The ninth grade opens the mind, opens the orifice of wisdom, has photographic memory, and is intelligent and quick-thinking.
The eighth level is about cultivating one's body. After all, this lineage has no real offensive ability. It cannot destroy the world like a warrior, but it can cultivate one's body and breath.
And this self-cultivation is not just about cultivating the body, but also the temper.
After all, if a Confucian is angry at every turn, feels uncomfortable when others say something, and is jealous when he sees good things in others, can he be called a Confucian?
Cultivation of the body and broadening the mind are the realm of the eighth level.
The awe-inspiring righteousness in the body is nourishing the body. If it reaches the eighth level, it is another level. It is neither impatient nor impetuous, and is as good as water, thus conforming to the natural laws of heaven and earth.
Regardless of whether it is martial arts, immortality, demonism, or Confucianism, the early stage is relatively average, not that kind of terrifying improvement.
Although there is a saying that there is a single level of heaven, this is a way of comparing each other.
But after the seventh level, it is different. Every level has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Xu Qingxiao still knew this basic information.
He glanced at the sky.
It was slightly bright, it was already Yin Shi.
Xu Qingxiao practiced as usual.
An hour later, Xu Qingxiao's whole body was filled with steam. After suppressing the power of the hot Golden Crow with her awe-inspiring righteousness, she stood up and left.
He wants to visit Bailu Academy.
When I opened the door and came downstairs, I saw my senior brother Chen Xinghe and Wang Ru.
However, Chen Xinghe walked towards the stairs as if he was a little lost and his eyes were dull.
"Junior brother has met senior brother."
Xu Qingxiao made a ceremony.
However, Chen Xinghe lost his soul and walked straight past without answering.
This made Xu Qingxiao a little confused.
Look at Wang Ru.
The latter was also full of embarrassment, so he pulled Xu Qingxiao down and said.
"Brother Qingxiao, don't disturb your senior brother these days. Give him some time to calm down."
Wang Ru spoke up, his face full of embarrassment.
"What happened? Senior brother, what happened to him?"
Xu Qingxiao frowned curiously.
"It's nothing. It's just that after I sent you back yesterday, I happened to meet Brother Chen. As for your senior brother, he also happened to compose a poem, so I took him to the banquet."
"Let me think about it, you guys come from the same school, Qingxiao Xiandi stunned the whole audience with his song "Man Jiang Hong", Brother Chen should not be far behind, but what I didn't expect is."
When Wang Ru reached this point, he stopped talking.
And Xu Qingxiao probably understood the cause and effect.
Ah, this.
It's not that Xu Qingxiao looks down on Chen Xinghe, but Manjianghong is an eternal term written by General Yue Fei in his previous life, and was created based on the background and era.
The fact that it can be revered by future generations is enough to prove how good this word is.
Chen Xinghe is not bad, but compared with General Yue Fei, he is really incomparable.
Think about the scene at that time.
It should be a large social death scene.
Who can stand it when he proudly presents his work, only to be slapped in the face?
Especially since I have just entered school less than a month ago.
What an inhuman blow.
Ahem.
Xu Qingxiao coughed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed, and Wang Ru spoke.
"Where are you going, Brother Qingxiao?"
he asked.
"Go to Bailu Academy and read books."
Xu Qingxiao answered directly.
"Reading? My dear brother, you are really a great talent. You are so talented, but you still want to read books. We are really ashamed. If you don't mind me, my dear brother, you can lead the way. After all, you have just arrived in Nanyu Mansion and the road conditions are not clear."
Wang Ru quickly spoke and took Xu Qingxiao to Bailu Academy.
"I'm tired."
"No trouble, no trouble, dear brother Qingxiao."
Wang Ru didn't complain at all. He wished he could follow Xu Qingxiao all the time. It would be profitable to contaminate his talent.
After the two left.
At this time, figures one after another were also shuttled through the streets and alleys of Nanyufu.
In a certain restaurant.
A Confucian scholar held a piece of white paper and slowly wrote "A River of Red, Angry Hair Crown" in front of dozens of people.
When I finished writing, I was amazed.
"Good words! Good words!"
"It should be regarded as an eternal term."
"What a saying: Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon, good, good, good."
"Don't wait any longer, your hair will turn gray, that's good."
There were bursts of cheers, attracting the attention of a few people in the restaurant.
"Everyone, this poem was written by Xu Qingxiao and Xu Shouren. You don't know how extraordinary this brother Shouren is. With one word written, his talent has entered his body and he has been promoted to the ninth rank. He is only twenty years old now and has just started his studies. At full moon, you have the qualifications of a great Confucian."
The Confucian scholar who wrote "Man Jiang Hong" blushed and said, "He stayed up all night. After the banquet was over, he immediately called his friends to share the banquet."
These words shocked everyone even more.
And the same thing keeps happening.
A house.
A scholar knocked on the door frantically, looking particularly excited.
It's still dark.
The house was opened, and the scholar rushed in directly and came to the outside of the bedroom, causing the old man in the bedroom to get up.
"Xianping, what are you doing? Why are you here before dawn?"
The old man was a little sulky. What can't be discussed until dawn?
It disturbs people's rest early in the morning. Don't scholars want to sleep?
"Sir, sir, look quickly, look quickly."
The latter was not afraid, but handed the copied white paper to the old man. The old man had already enlightened and was very prestigious in Nanyu Mansion.
He calmed down and looked at the white paper.
After a while.
The old man's cloudy eyes showed surprise.
The next moment, he held it as if it were a treasure.
"The shame of Jingcheng has not yet been revealed, and the hatred of the ministers will be destroyed."
"Driving a long chariot, we can traverse the gap in Lianyun Mountain."
"Good, good, good, what a shameful sentence for Jingcheng, it's still a shame, good, it's really good, a perfect word, a perfect word."
"No, an eternal term. This is an eternal term. Did you write this?"
"No, it's impossible. If you could write this kind of noun, you would have been a good person long ago."
"Who, who?"
The old man, who had been lethargic and confused before, was now full of energy and even had sharp eyes. He grabbed his student's collar and asked.
"Sir, this was written by a man named Xu Qingxiao at Mr. Li Xin's banquet yesterday."
"He has already gained talent and advanced to the ninth level, and he is not yet twenty years old."
The latter was a little frightened, but still answered truthfully.
"Not twenty years old? Ninth grade? Hiss!"
"Let's go find Mr. Chen. I'll change my clothes. No, I won't change anymore. Let's go for a walk. Come with me."
The old man was so excited that he wanted to change his clothes, but when he thought about it, he decided to change his hair and leave quickly.
"What are you looking for Master Chen for?"
The latter is a bit confused. He just came to report and let the master and apprentice appreciate the work together. Why go to Master Chen?
"Look for Mr. Chen to recruit people. There is so much nonsense. Hurry up."
The old man roared angrily and left quickly.
It's another big house.
A Confucian scholar ran all the way, holding a piece of white paper copying Manjianghong in his hand. He accidentally fell down on the way, but fortunately the poem was not dirty.
After getting up, I rushed home directly.
"Father."
"Father."
"Don't sleep, don't sleep, come and see."
When the Confucian scholar returned home, he rushed into his father's bedroom and opened the door without hesitation.
They were so frightened that the two of them jumped up from the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Fuzzy!"
"How dignified is it?"
The middle-aged man roared angrily. His heart was beating wildly and he almost felt like he was gone.
"Father, look quickly, look quickly."
The latter didn't know how to explain it, so he handed the poem to his father directly.
"Look, look, what are you looking at? Is there anything good to see?"
“What shit can you write?”
"What kind of bad words do you want me to read? That's it."
The middle-aged man was so angry that he dared to wake himself up just to let him read a poem?
He was about to burst into rage, but when his eyes fell on the poem, he was stunned.
"When you are so angry that you can stand by your side, the rain will stop."
"Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement."
"Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon."
"Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and there will be no sorrow."
There are not many words, no more than a hundred words.
But it made him tremble all over, as if he had found a treasure.
"Queici, Jueci, it should be regarded as the best ci in the world."
"Son, did you write this? Did you write this?"
The middle-aged man became excited and frightened his wife beside him, who was a little confused.
"Father, I attended Mr. Li Xin's banquet yesterday. This was written by Xu Qingxiao during the banquet. His senior brother is Chen Xinghe, but his senior brother is just mediocre. This brother Qingxiao's lyrics have brought his talent into the body and promoted him to the ninth rank."
"Furthermore, father, this Brother Xu is only twenty years old. Now there are four major academies in the imperial court. He must be a great talent. If he can recruit such great talent for Yingtian Academy, I think it will be a great achievement."
He said aloud, and the latter's eyes were bright.
The next moment, he jumped out of bed, grabbed some clothes and quickly put them on.
"Let's go with my father to see Master Liu. If this poem is really written by this man and he is a great talent in the world, hurry up and go."
While he was talking, he had already put on his clothes, took his son with him, and ran out the door, leaving his wife who was confused.