Although the dialects of each vassal state are different, Yayan is used in official interactions, literati lectures, and sacrificial activities.
Confucius said: What Confucius said elegantly, poems, books, and etiquette are all expressed in elegant terms.
Therefore, as a scholar, it is necessary to learn Yayan, otherwise you will not be able to communicate with others. Although the local language Feng Qingyan learned before, namely the Bochengbei dialect, is relatively close to Yayan, as long as he speaks slowly and clearly, others will
Most of them can be understood.
However, Northern dialect has a strong accent, and the accent becomes stronger as you go further north. If you speak it quickly, others will not be able to understand it.
If a scholar cannot speak elegantly, is he considered a scholar?
This will be laughed at.
"Based on your learning ability, you are indeed too slow."
Principal An nodded, pondered for a moment and then said: "From tomorrow on, come to school as soon as the sky turns white, and I will teach you one article every day."
"Thank you sir."
Feng Qingyan was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly saluted and thanked him.
"Teacher, you are here to teach, teach and resolve doubts." Principal An Yuan waved his hand and walked out of the school.
…
Zishi, Baocheng Xueyue Inn.
Che Gai, who was half asleep, suddenly woke up when he heard the knock on the door again.
here we go again?
Che Gai was horrified and his face turned a little pale.
"Tuk-tuk——"
The knocking on the door kept ringing, like a reminder hitting his heart. He was so frightened that he huddled on the bedside and did not dare to move. But seeing that the evil spirit kept knocking on the door and did not break in, he felt a little relieved.
Then I got up bravely, tiptoed to the window, secretly opened it a crack, and saw the grinning evil spirit from last night.
The evil ghost seemed to notice the movement and slowly turned his head to look at him.
"Snapped!"
Che Gai was so scared that he slammed the window.
At this time, the evil spirit came over and knocked on the window...
"Zizhi, save me."
Che Gai always felt that the evil spirit would eventually be able to break in through the door or window, and he couldn't help shouting in fear.
"Baji?"
When Fu Lin heard this, he suddenly jumped out of bed and rushed to Che Gai's room.
There was no knocking on the door this time...
"Baji, what's wrong?" Fu Lin knocked on the door anxiously.
"The evil ghost is here again." Che Gai said with lingering fear. He did not open the door immediately. He carefully checked and opened the door. "You still didn't hear the knock on the door?"
Fu Lin shook his head, but seeing the look of horror on Che Gai's face, it shouldn't be fake.
Why is this?
In the inn, some students who had friendship with Che Gai came over after hearing the noise, but when they saw Che Gai saying something about evil spirits knocking on the door, they shook their heads and left one after another.
For a moment, only Che Gai and Fu Lin were left in the room.
"I feel like there is an evil spirit targeting me."
Che Gai was silent for a while and said, "I know you don't believe it, but what is an evil ghost? It's not surprising that you can't feel its existence..."
Fu Lin frowned.
He does know that evil ghosts are very strange and cannot be explained by common sense. They are not comparable to ordinary ghosts. However, he has never seen or come into contact with evil ghosts. His knowledge of evil ghosts comes from books.
Moreover, the evil ghost is a scribe-level existence. If a little literary boy encounters the evil ghost, he will only die.
If what Che Gai said was true, then why did the evil spirit just knock on the door?
Instead of directly breaking down the door and harming people?
"Is the evil spirit targeting you?"
Fu Lin couldn't figure it out and said doubtfully: "Why do you feel this way? If the evil spirit is really targeting you, it means... you have offended it."
"I have a sinner? Ridiculous!"
Che Gai sneered, frowned and said: "Besides, evil spirits harm the common people and poison living beings. Everyone can find them and kill them! What if I offend them?"
"Baji, that's not what I meant."
Fu Lin was stunned for a moment. Che Gai misunderstood what he said, and he quickly said: "I mean, I'm afraid the problem can be solved only by finding the root cause of the evil ghost targeting you."
Che Gai was silent, wondering if he had offended something.
"We can't feel the presence of evil spirits. I'm afraid even the scribes are helpless. We can only ask the Minister of Literature to take action..."
Fu Lin pondered for a moment and then said.
However, how can these two little literary boys recruit the help of a literary prime minister?
"Please ask Wen Xiang to take action?" Che Gai was stunned.
"If we ask scribes, we may not be able to solve it." Fu Lin pondered for a while and said, "We can't feel the existence of evil ghosts, which means that they are not ordinary evil ghosts, but may be fierce ghosts, or even vicious ghosts..."
"How can it be?"
Che Gai frowned and said, "I'm just a young literary boy. How could there be fierce ghosts and evil ghosts targeting me?"
"It's indeed a bit weird." Fu Lin also had no idea. After thinking about it, he said, "If the evil spirit knocks on the door again tomorrow night, I will ask Master An to take action together with you."
"Will Master An take action?"
Che Gai was a little worried. After all, Master An was one of the eighty-one masters of Confucianism, and his status was extremely noble. How could a little literary boy be able to hire him?
"You have to try it," Fu Lin said.
…
Mountain stream.
Feng Qingyan got up before dawn, washed up, and then went to the thatched cottage in the dark.
When he arrived at the thatched cottage, the sky in the east had just turned pale, but he saw Mr. An already standing in front of the thatched cottage.
"gentlemen."
Feng Qingyan stepped forward and saluted.
An Xiu nodded, walked into the morning hall and sat down at the podium. When Feng Qingyan knelt down and sat down, he said: "Elegant, decent, saved, and appropriate."
After An Xiu said a word, a bright white word appeared in front of him.
"Yayan has eight tones, which are based on the Eight Trigrams of the Book of Changes, and are divided into yin and yang; and yin and yang are further divided into four tones, namely, yangping, yangshang, yanggo, yangjin, yinping, yinshang.
, Yin goes out, Yin comes in.”
"Don't raise your voice low and high, the voice is loud and long; the upper voice is loud and strong, rising and heavy; the going voice is clear and mournful, the voice is light and sharp but the tail is long; the entering voice is short and sharp, the voice is extremely light, and quickly recedes.
rise……"
Feng Qingyan listened and learned while An Xiu corrected his pronunciation from time to time.
Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye the sky became bright and the sun rose from the east.
"That's it for today. I'll review it in the evening."
An Xiu stood up and said.
Feng Qingyan bowed respectfully, watched An Xiu leave, and then returned to his wooden house. After finishing the breakfast delivered, he rode the carriage to the morning hall again...
When he came out of the morning hall, he saw many students outside pointing fingers at him, and even some teenagers looked disgusted at him.
Feng Qingyan frowned and looked, did he offend someone?
"Looking at the white clothes like snow, he looks quite elegant, but he turns out to be a shameless and blind person." Someone shook his head at Feng Qingyan's back and said, "It's a pity that he is such a waste of money."
"Such a person should be driven out. How can he be allowed to pollute the sanctity of the academy?"
"It's just a crown jewel, don't worry about it."
However, in the past two days, Feng Qingyan felt a faint sense of malice directed at him among many students, and even some young and energetic teenagers yelled at him.
However, he couldn't remember when he made public outrage.
Since he did not offend the public, then someone was harming him.
Who is harming me?
Feng Qingyan frowned. If no one was secretly adding fuel to the flames, it would be impossible to create a wave of ill will against him among the students.