Chapter 544 There is a path in the mountain of books, what is the path
Chapter 544
Composing poetry is a technical job, and Cheng Dalei knows nothing about it. Copying poetry is a physical job, and Cheng Dalei has always been very strong.
Of course, he didn't underestimate the academy. He knew it was a cultural place, so he shouldn't be too careless. If it was too ordinary, it would definitely not be able to control these bookworms.
I have no choice but to do something for Mr. Du who is already very busy.
Chu Yunsheng became energetic, like a warrior who had been kissed by a princess, and was instantly resurrected with full blood. There were several scholars writing poems and paintings in the middle of the mountain. Chu Yunsheng ran over and borrowed pens, inks, paper and inkstones. The scholars were still very easy to talk to each other.
I happily lent it to him, but I didn't know what he was going to do.
Chu Yunsheng came to the vermilion-lacquered gate, took a deep breath, soaked it in thick ink, and spread out one word on the gate.
There are many scholars in Wanjuan Mountain, and there are also many people who want to study in academies but cannot. In the past, there were also some people who threw the articles and poems they had written through the gate, hoping to meet Bole who had a discerning eye.
Of course, the results have been disappointing.
However, this person who dared to write a poem on the gate of the academy was indeed the first in history.
Many people couldn't help but stop, and many people gathered behind Chu Yunsheng. Two school guards wanted to drive Chu Yunsheng away. Cheng Dalei winked at Liu Facai. Although Liu Facai did not want to go against the academy, he
Facing the devil Cheng Dalei, he had no courage to resist.
After the first sentence came out, the surrounding area became quiet.
"If you don't starve to death, you will miss your body if you have many scholarly titles."
Chu Yunsheng became more and more excited the more he wrote, and the more he wrote, the more excited he became. Over the years, he remembered the resentment of being ignored and ignored by others. Langya City is a place that values learning. As long as you are knowledgeable, you can always do well. But
This also means that if you have no knowledge, it is not easy to get around in Langya City.
Chu Yunsheng used the pen in his hand to express what was on his mind, and the pen moved like a dragon and a snake, almost in one go. He finished the last two sentences.
"Reading break rolls, getting a God"
After writing, he felt that he still had unfinished thoughts and could not vent his emotions. Because that was all Cheng Dalei told him, he tried to add a few more sentences in his mind, but felt that they were not worthy of the previous poem. He looked at Cheng Dalei, who pretended not to
Look.
No matter what I do, I can't memorize it. Besides, there are so many allusions. If someone asks me to get to the bottom of it, how will I answer?
Besides, Cheng Dalei felt that this was enough, the key was the last sentence.
There was also silence all around. I would like to put the poem aside for now. The last sentence is really heartbreaking. What does it mean to break through ten thousand volumes of reading? What is broken is ten thousand volumes of books or ten thousand volumes of academies.
Chu Yunsheng probably woke up, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be in trouble.
Creaking, the door slowly opened, and a Confucian scholar in a wide robe stood in front of the door. His expression was a little helpless, but he still said: "I want to pass on Master Chu's words. I'd like to invite Mr. Chu."
Chu Yunsheng was agitated and looked at the open door. He couldn't believe it for a moment. The door he had been praying for for three years was actually opened like this.
Cheng Dalei and Liu Facai picked him up on the left and right, raised their heads and walked up the mountain. They casually responded to the people in the academy who wanted to stop him:
"Together, together."
Chu Yunsheng still felt like he was in a dream, walking up the mountain one step at a time.
"Excuse me, please give me your surname. I will never forget your kindness and virtue as long as I live."
"My surname is Ou." Cheng Dalei said seriously.
"Young Master Ou is on top, please accept me and bow down."
Now Chu Yunsheng finally respected Cheng Dalei and used the title of "gongzi" instead of just treating them as lowly people.
"You three, please stay."
The three of them were walking up the mountain road when a group of people suddenly stopped on the road in front of them. Everyone was dressed in rich clothes and holding musical instruments such as zither, flute, and flute in their hands, as if they wanted to live a happy life and leave money to buy the road.
"Is this a robbery?" Cheng Dalei pressed the hilt of his sword.
The first person bowed first and said: "I'm at Zhongmu Mountain. I have a new piece of music. Please give me your advice."
Cheng Dalei was confused and didn't know what was going on. He saw that Zhong Mushan and his group were already banging. Everyone looked very focused and shook their heads.
"What kind of formula is this? Do you understand it?" Cheng Dalei.
Liu Facai also frowned, and suddenly he made a sound, and whispered to Cheng Da Lei: "I remember who this person is, Zhong Mushan is one of the Seven Sages and Twelve Talents. He is best at the art of Dongdong Xiao, this is Laihe
Here comes your contest."
The Seven Sages and Twelve Shows are the most famous disciples of the Master in the academy. Everyone has surprising abilities. For example, Zhong Mushan is good at music theory and is the best in the academy. And to a certain extent, being the best in the academy can make him the best in the academy.
Number one in the world.
Just now Chu Yunsheng wrote poems and wanted to read thousands of volumes, and he was invited to the mountain by Master Meng. There are so many scholars who are petty, and they must have come here to find trouble.
After the song was played, Zhong Mushan raised his head and said, "This song Canglang Po Po is quite passable. Please give me some advice."
Although the wording is polite, the tone is cold. The implication is that you can't compare to my ability. It's not as good as rolling down the mountain.
"Well, it's good, it's good." Cheng Dalei put his hands behind his back: "We just went up to the mountain to have a look, and you guys played music to welcome us. It's really, really..."
"You're welcome." Liu Facai quickly responded.
"Yeah, that's too much."
"Well……"
Zhong Mushan's heart is full of horses galloping, that bastard is here to greet you.
"Stop!" Zhong Mushan suddenly shouted: "Do the three of you just want to get away with it like this?"
Cheng Dalei looked at Liu Facai, Liu Facai looked at Cheng Dalei, and finally they all looked at Chu Yunsheng.
Brother, you are always good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting. When it's time to show off your skills, show them off.
Chu Yunsheng looked embarrassed and shook his head at the two of them in embarrassment.
Gee, is it really that you have no ability at all and just want to win all the way?
Seeing Zhong Mushan's menacing look, he couldn't leave without showing some real skills. Cheng Dalei clicked his tongue and suddenly spread his hands: "Come with me to get the flute."
This gave him a murderous and arrogant energy, and Zhong Mushan subconsciously placed the bamboo flute in his hand.
"Bring me a new one, who wants your used one?"
"Uh...no."
"Look, look." Cheng Dalei was secretly happy: "It's not that I don't want to perform, but that you are not ready."
"Since the three of you dare to claim to have read more than ten thousand volumes, they must have extraordinary abilities. You should let me see them. Otherwise, although there is a road to the mountain of books, it is not easy to climb up the mountain."
"Tsk."
Cheng Dalei sighed, suddenly took a deep breath, his chest slowly expanded, he put his hands behind his back, looked up to the sky and roared.
It was very soft at first, and then gradually became louder, like a lonely sword, penetrating the breeze, piercing the clouds, and penetrating to the deepest part of the sky.
There was a buzzing in Zhong Mushan's ears, and some of the weak and short of breath turned pale. There were sounds like this all over the mountain, but no one knew what was going on.
The wild beasts and birds in the mountains flew away in fright, and the surroundings were in chaos.