Seventy mandarin ducks and fifty strings, wine smokes the flowers and willows and stirs the spring smoke.
The world only values gold and does not buy young men from God.
After writing a poem, the spiritual energy within a hundred miles radius poured in, fell on the rice paper, and bloomed with thousands of meters of light.
Visible to the naked eye, six feet of literary light rises from the paper, like golden light falling upside down, and the fragrance of ink hits your face.
After a few breaths, the pale golden light turned into electric light and went straight to Wang Xu, shrouding him and turning into a layer of gauze that flashed by.
"Wen Guang is here!" Although Wang Xu had expected it, he was still overjoyed after Wen Guang was here.
The literati in the Confucian world do not cultivate magical powers or secret arts. Wenguang is their magical powers and their secret arts.
Literary brilliance is the literary blessing after writing an article. A Jinshi's literate brilliance is hundreds of meters long. A single word can make a great demon's liver and gallbladder burst.
Outside, a stroke of wind and clouds, a stroke of ghosts and gods, can let you reach the sky with your magic, unparalleled magic, and suppress it with just one stroke, without any hesitation.
Wang Xu has not yet passed the Tongsheng examination, he has no literary spirit and cannot use Wenguang.
Otherwise, just six feet of literary power would be enough for him to be on an equal footing with Juren. You must know that ordinary Juren, without outstanding works, will only have only ten feet of Wenguang in their lifetime, and they have to be that kind of old Juren.
"Liu Zhang Wen Guang is actually a Zhenzhou poem, and it is not an ordinary Zhenzhou poem. You are not even a child, but you can write Liu Zhang Wen Guang and get the blessing of a hundred miles of spiritual energy. If you were a famous person,
For someone to write it, Wenguang must be at least seven or eight feet long, and it is possible to conquer the country even if it is nine feet long!"
Compared to Wang Xu's expectations, Xue Mushan was completely shocked.
One Zhang Wenguang's poems about the town, three Zhang Wenguang's poems about the town, six Zhang Wenguang's poems about the state, nine Zhang Wenguang's poems about the country.
The thicker the literary light in the poem, the greater the potential of the poem. The Liuzhang Zhenzhou poem is enough to be invited to the Confucius Temple to worship, so that future generations of literati can learn from it.
You must know that poetry is the power of literati, equivalent to the magical powers of Buddhism and Taoism.
The Zhenzhou poems accomplished by Liuzhang Wenguang often require the skill of a great Confucian to come up with them. Their importance is no less than the fifth-level magical powers of Buddhism and Taoism. Every additional poem is an enhancement to the literary movement and Confucianism.
Even Xue Mushan only wrote three Zhenzhou poems, and among these three, two more were achieved over time and over time.
Wang Xu's poems came out of Zhenzhou. After the poems spread throughout the nine states and were read by countless people, they may not be able to become Zhenzhou.
After all, this poem has the potential to conquer the country, and it is definitely the best among poems to conquer the state.
Faced with Xue Mushan's shock, Wang Xu remained calm, neither happy nor excited.
This poem is called Untitled and was written by Yuan Haowen, a famous northern poet and known as the Northern Literary Sect, during the late Jin Dynasty and early Meng Dynasty.
In later generations, the last two poems of this poem will also be familiar to everyone. It was within his expectation that the poem would come out of Zhenzhou.
Yuan Haowen, who wrote this poem, was a humble native of the Jin Dynasty. He was born during the period of confrontation between the Jin and Song Dynasties and the rise of Mongolia.
He was very smart since he was a child. He could write poems at the age of seven and lyrics at the age of eight. His poems adopted the strengths of the Song and Jin Dynasties, including the euphemism of the Southern Song Dynasty and the wildness of the Jin Dynasty poets. His poems were unique and he eventually became a great poet.
When he reached middle age, Song and Mongolia united to destroy the Jin Dynasty, and the country was destroyed and his family was destroyed. Yuan Haowen devoted his emotions to pen and paper and created a large number of poems. He was recognized as a northern literary hero in the Jin, Yuan and Song dynasties.
Wenzong.
From Yuan Haowen's point of view, the meaning of this poem is that people in this world are only obsessed with singing, dancing and shadows, and the flowers are red and the willows are green. Everyone knows that gold is precious, but even a thousand pieces of gold cannot buy an inch of time, and there are
Who can use gold to buy back the youth of boyhood from God?
But when Wang Xu wrote it, the point of view changed, and the meaning of the entire poem also changed.
He is a young man, and Yuan Haowen's sigh poems, if placed in his grade, are not sighs, but self-recommendations.
Gold is precious. What is more precious than gold is the talent of young people.
Who is the young man? Wang Xu is the young man. Who is the God? Xue Mushan is the God.
The world only knows that gold is valuable. I have talents that are more valuable than gold. Why do you turn a blind eye?
Xue Mushan was a great Confucian. He read the poem twice, and after taking a look at Wang Xu, he had a clear understanding in his heart.
This is not using literature to prove one's identity. It is clearly using poetry as a metaphor to highlight one's own value.
"Good poetry, good poetry, and good words!"
Xue Mushan nodded repeatedly and continued: "Your poems and your handwriting are so good that they far exceed your age. Have your ancestors ever farmed and read them for generations?"
In the Confucian world, literature is respected, and there is a family of scholars who have been studying and studying hard for generations.
These aristocratic families may not necessarily have produced great figures, but they have had people studying for generations. Every once in a while, a scholar will be born, and he will be awarded the title of a scholar. With good fortune, there are also Jinshi. The family has a collection of thousands of books, and the accumulation is profound.
Xue Mushan Guan Wang Xu's calligraphy and poems are all the best. They are excellent works when applied to a great Confucian, let alone a child. Without a certain family background, no matter how miraculous an eight-year-old child is, he will not be able to do anything.
I can't write this kind of poetry.
"Never" Faced with Xue Mushan's question, Wang Xu answered in the affirmative.
The Wang family has only been prosperous for thirty years. It was considered wealthy before, but compared with the farming and studying family, it was in heaven and on earth.
Anyone who dares to claim to be a farmer, a scholar, or a householder does not have vast hectares of fertile land and a long-established family. The Wang family is just a little grasshopper in the countryside. It is okay to jump around in the countryside, but if it is placed above the prefecture and county, it is just a country bumpkin.
"No?" Xue Mushan was even more surprised, and asked again: "Did any of your ancestors have literary masters, poets, or family scholars?"
"Not at all. My Wang family is only a country squire. The richest member of our ancestors was just a scholar and served as a master in the county."
Hearing Wang Xu's words, Xue Mushan was stunned and remained silent for a long time.
After a while, he looked dazed and sighed: "You are not from a literary family, and there has never been a world-famous writer. You are a young man who grew up in the countryside, but you can write such poems. Is it true that there is someone born with this knowledge?"
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Wang Xu couldn't answer this topic, so he could only respond with a pure smile.
Xue Mushan clicked his tongue in amazement and looked at him with an even softer look. He was a great scholar in the world and had seen countless young talents.
Some of those people are deceiving the world and stealing their fame, some are exaggerating, some are ambitious and have few talents, some are proud of their talents, and very few of them can succeed.
But even those so-called talents couldn't help but pale in front of Wang Xu's poems.
Even if jade is not polished, if it is polished by a skilled craftsman, how can its future achievements be limited?
After thinking for a moment, Xue Mushan had an idea and said, "Looking at your grade, you should be in elementary school. What is your family's plan?"
"My family lives in Jiuquan Town. My mother said that the private schools in the town were mixed with people and snakes, so it was not a good place to study. She planned to find a famous teacher for me. Unfortunately, horses with thousands of miles of horses are often found, and it is difficult to find a good teacher, so the matter of getting an education was delayed.
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What Wang Xu said was so out of line, he almost said that I still need a teacher, please pick me up quickly.
When Xue Mushan heard this, he was overjoyed.
A good teacher also needs good disciples. Not every great Confucian can have a successor.
For most great Confucian scholars, apart from themselves, it would be good if they could teach a few Jinshi scholars. Many of them are famous in the literary world, but the younger generations in their families have only been successful candidates, not even those named on the gold medal list.
Why is this happening? In addition to not being good at educating people, what's more important is that you can't just study hard. Three points are for memorization and seven points are for enlightenment. Talent is more important than diligence.
There are many scholars with hanging beams on their heads and thorns on their buttocks, and there are a few names on the gold medal list.
If you just rely on rote memorization, you will remain a child for the rest of your life. Whether you can become a scholar or not is a matter of course.
The way of great Confucianism lies in one mind.
If you want to wear a crown, you will have to bear the weight of it. If you don't have enough talent and talent, even if the great scholar wants to pass on the mantle to you, you will not be able to take it, and you will be hit in the foot.
It is obvious that Wang Xu is an excellent successor with extraordinary talents and is able to inherit the mantle.
After a brief silence, Xue Mushan had an idea and said: "Old Xue Mushan, I know a little bit about poetry and prose. Are you willing to accept me as your teacher?"
"Disciple is willing." Wang Xu made a plan to become a disciple. How could he hesitate after hearing Xue Mushan's words? He immediately bowed to the end and made a big salute.
"Okay, okay, my teacher is currently living in seclusion, so it is inconvenient for me to organize an apprenticeship banquet for you. Here is a brush that my teacher used back then, called Green Hao. It was used by my teacher when he went to Beijing to take the exam. It will be used as your apprenticeship banquet.
Please give me a gift." Xue Mushan couldn't help but be overjoyed. He took off the enshrined brush and handed it to Wang Xu with his own hands, as a master and disciple.
This writing brush is green and green. It looks like green jade, but it is actually grown from bamboo.
The moment he took it into his hand, Wang Xu felt a coolness that flowed down the barrel of the pen and into his head. It was more refreshing than watching a short movie.
Look at the tip of the brush again. The tip of the brush is golden in color. You can tell at a glance that it is made of high-grade monster hair and made by a master pen craftsman.
Literati's writing can amaze ghosts and gods, and their poems can be heard everywhere. A good pen, ink, paper and inkstone can add 30% of the power of poetry.
Xue Mushan was born into a wealthy family in the north, and his literary talent was astonishing since he was a child. How could the things he used be so bad?
Wang Xu looked at the Luhao brush. This brush was at least a fourth-level literary instrument, and even Jinshi could use it with ease.
He was not even a child student, so Xue Mushan gave him the green pen that helped him go to Beijing to take the exam and get the gold medal, which shows that he has high expectations for him.