Chapter 192 Literati like borrowing things to express their ambitions
The setting clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water becomes the same color as the sky.
The mountains are difficult to cross, so who feels sorry for those who have lost their way? Meeting by chance is like a guest from a foreign land.
When you are old and strong, you would rather have a gray-headed heart. When you are poor and strong, you would rather not fall into the clouds.
Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion, the first parallel prose throughout the ages.
As a native of Gan Province, Lin Ye naturally had this article in his textbooks. When he was studying, he hated Wang Bo so much that it took a lot of brain cells to recite this article.
And because of this parallel poem, Tengwang Pavilion has become one of the four famous buildings in Jiangnan. Anyone who travels to Yuzhang will not miss Tengwang Pavilion.
Standing in front of Prince Teng, Lin Ye was not in a hurry to go in. According to the description of Prince Teng's Pavilion by the Yuzhang City Appraisal Institute, there is a sealed realm in Prince Teng's Pavilion.
It's okay for ordinary people to step into Prince Teng's Pavilion, but if a stranger steps into Prince Teng's Pavilion, they will enter the realm of sealing, but there is a time limit.
Every day from Chen hour to the end of You hour, stepping into Tengwang Pavilion outside this time is the same as ordinary people, and this sealed place will not be activated.
In addition, the danger level of the sealed realm in Tengwang Pavilion is not high, just the lowest level F.
This is a very interesting sealed realm. The first level for those who enter is the literary test. They have to write an essay first, and after passing it, they have to write three proposition poems. Only when the person who wrote the essay is satisfied is it considered a passing test.
Passed the first level.
And just this first level is enough to stop 90% of aliens.
After all, Yiren are busy practicing, so how can they have time to study articles and poems, let alone write them in classical Chinese. According to the records of the Yuzhang City Appraisal Institute, there are a total of 68 Yiren consultants from across the country.
One who passed the first level.
As for the non-consultant strangers, there is no way to count whether they have passed the first level.
Strangers who pass the test will not make any announcement to the outside world.
In the circle of strangers, there was also a discussion about the sealed realm in Tengwang Pavilion. In the end, everyone came to the conclusion that this is a relatively special sealed realm. It is very likely that this sealed realm is not left by the senior practitioners, but
Over thousands of years, many literati have come to Tengwang Pavilion to express their condolences and remembrance of Wang Bo. The accumulated literary spirit has condensed into this sealed realm.
Even if you really pass the level, the benefits you may get have nothing to do with practice, so there are fewer and fewer strangers coming to this sealed realm.
Chen hour.
The rising sun rises in the east.
Lin Ye stepped into Prince Teng's Pavilion on time.
The moment he stepped into the threshold of the first floor of Tengwang Pavilion, the landscape around Lin Ye changed.
The Tengwang Pavilion is still the Tengwang Pavilion, but the building has become more primitive and simple, with a sense of vicissitudes, and some subtle aspects of the building are also different.
"Young Master is here to participate in Governor Yan's literary and poetry meeting, right?"
In the building, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler walked over and saluted Lin Ye: "The Governor has ordered that all students can participate in this literature and poetry meeting, but they must pass three levels. Master, please come with me.
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Under the guidance of the housekeeper, Lin Ye was taken to a side hall. There was a desk in the side hall. Paper and pens were already placed on the table, and a book boy was already standing aside, grinding ink.
Opposite the desk, an old man wearing Confucian clothes sat.
"Young Master, as long as you write an article that satisfies Mr. Qin, you will be considered to have passed the first level. This article is mainly about the governor's rebuilding of Prince Teng's Pavilion."
"good."
Lin Ye walked to the desk without hesitation, but did not pick up a pen. The next moment, he appeared in a different world.
As for literary talent, among the people he knew, An Zisheng seemed to be the only one with the best literary talent.
Repair a letter and send it to the capital.
"I've been missing you for a long time. I miss you so much. I'm going to build a loft on the bank of the Sanjiang River outside Shangyang City. I know that I have great literary talent, so I specially asked you to write an article..."
The general meaning is, I want to build a loft, and knowing that you are good at writing, you can write me an article and three poems to praise this building, and then give a rough description of the situation of Tengwang Pavilion. Lin
That night, he asked Uncle Xu to send the letter to the capital.
Choosing to hang up for seven days, Lin Ye did not return to the real world, but came to the hanging time and space between reality and another world, and returned to the other world with a thought.
Seven days have passed, and Uncle Xu also sent An Zisheng's reply.
Lin Ye picked it up and read it. It was very well written. He slightly modified some of the place names. He still had some literary skills.
After doing this, Lin Ye returned to the real world and began to write hard.
In a few minutes, an article is written.
"Please give me some advice, sir."
Fortunately, when he was in another world, he gave himself the task of learning calligraphy while hanging up the phone. The calligraphy written with this hand was elegant and elegant. Mr. Qin glanced at the words and had a smile on his face.
"Young Master is a great talent, please come up to the second floor."
Mr. Qin made an invitation gesture, and Lin Ye turned around and walked towards the second floor. Mr. Qin took a brush and wrote the word "A" on the right side of the rice paper Lin Ye had written, and then wrote the word "A" on the right side of the rice paper.
The article was placed on the left side with only a few pieces of rice paper.
Second floor!
There is also a desk and an old man, but standing at the railing on the second floor, you can see the river outside. Not only can you have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of Yuzhang, at least all the nearby scenery can be seen.
"Young master can go up to the second floor, presumably to write beautiful articles, but poetry is indispensable for scholars. The test for this test is poetry. You can write three poems about the scenery you see in front of your eyes. As long as one of them can be rated B
Just wait and you’ll pass.”
"good."
Lin Ye nodded. There was once a consultant from the appraisal institute who wanted to take advantage of this level. Because the era corresponding to the seal realm was the Tang Dynasty, they wanted to use the poems of Prince Teng Pavilion written by literati after the Tang Dynasty to make up the number. But,
In the end, they were all judged to be plagiarism.
In other words, articles written by later generations of the Tang Dynasty in this world are not acceptable and must be original.
If it's from another world, it's original.
Lin Ye wrote the three poems written by An Zisheng again, and handed them to the old man after finishing them. When the old man read the first poem, he just nodded slightly, but when he saw the second poem, his expression changed and he moved from his chair.
He stood up and began to look at Lin Ye.
"Young Master is from the capital?"
"That's right." Lin Ye answered ambiguously.
The old man continued to read the third poem. After finishing it, he bowed respectfully to Lin Ye: "Your honor, please come to the third floor."
Lin Ye also knew the reason for the change in the old man's attitude. The root cause was the second poem written by An Zisheng, which also used objects to express his ambition to govern the world.
Hey, scholars like to play with these things.
Moreover, when it comes to writing poetry, the kind of poetry that expresses one's ambitions based on objects often depends on one's status and height.
The Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty lost their literary talent in martial arts, while the Tang Zong and Song Zu were less elegant...
Naturally, ordinary literati cannot write words like this.
After passing the article and poetry test, Lin Ye strode up to the third floor under the respectful gaze of the old man.
On the third floor, there were about ten guests sitting. However, as soon as Lin Ye went upstairs, his eyes were attracted by a young man sitting in the corner, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.
There was nothing he could do, the green light on his body was so bright that it almost blinded him.