Nightwatcher

On the outskirts of Kyoto, Sheep Pavilion!

Several luxurious carriages were parked by the pavilion, the countryside was cold and windy, and the rolling hills were light brown.

The sun hangs lukewarmly, making people feel as warm as Nako in the early winter days.

Layman Ziyang of Yunlu Academy is about to become an official.

For Yunlu Academy, which is gradually declining in officialdom, it is a great happy event.

The gentlemen of the academy sang to the festival, and the students rejoiced and felt elated that the day of success was coming.

In the pavilion, three old men sat and drank tea. One of them was wearing a purple robe and his temples were frosty white. He was the protagonist of this farewell.

Yang Gong, courtesy name Ziqian, nicknamed Ziyangjushi, was the No. 1 scholar in the 14th year of Yuanjing. He became an official in the following year and returned to Yunlu Academy to study. In the past 22 years, peaches and plums were all over the world, and he became a famous Confucianist all over the world.

He should have a better future, and it is no problem to enter the cabinet to pay homage to the prime minister, but he sadly left the officialdom at the peak of his power. Regarding this matter, there are many opinions among scholars, and some people say that he offended His Majesty, so he had to resign.

Some people said that he offended the chief minister of the court, and his methods were not as good as others, so he packed up and left in despair.

But no matter what, after twenty-two years, he finally came out again. Go to Qingzhou as the chief envoy.

The real feudal officials.

The status of the other two is also not low, not to mention the status in Yunlu Academy, just the reputation outside, is not inferior to Ziyang Layman.

The man in gray robe and goat beard is called Li Mubai, a big player, once known as the best in the world in chess, five years ago, he had three games with Wei Yuan and Gongshou Wei, but he lost all three games, he threw the chessboard angrily, and never played chess again.

The one in the blue robe is called Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war. The "Six Shus of the Art of War" written in his early years is still a must-read publication for military officers and generals.

He is the only master of military art in Dafeng who can be compared with Wei Yuan.

Standing outside the pavilion was a group of students seeing off, all of them were potential students of Yunlu Academy.

Xu New Year is among them.

"Mr. Ziyang has finally come out of the mountain. If we can be appreciated by him, we will surely have a prosperous official career in the future." A familiar classmate whispered: "Farewell, are you ready for poetry?"

My brother prepared a half-song for me, and it was a half-song. Xu New Year looked at the pavilion and said indifferently: "Prepare the half-song sloppily, Uncle Yong, you are too utilitarian."

The seven-character poem has a strict rhythm, requiring the number of words in the poem to be uniform, consisting of eight sentences, each with seven characters, and every two sentences as a couplet, a total of four couplets.

The Qilu that Xu Qi'an gave him only had two couplets. Xu New Year asked after dinner, but my cousin faltered and changed the topic, but refused to give the last two couplets.

"This is not utilitarianism. Learning is the same as being an official. You work hard and make money." My friend said that he seemed to know that Xu Nian was not good at poetry, so he didn't ask much.

"Uncle Yong is right. Nowadays, the atmosphere in the officialdom is corrupt, and subordinate officials cooperate with corrupt officials to exploit the common people. There have been natural disasters for many years. If you want to change the situation, you have to be more active." Another student participated in the topic.

The student named Uncle Yong nodded and looked at Xu Nian: "You always say that poetry is a small way, but no matter how good your writing is, who will remember you after decades? But poetry can be passed down from generation to generation."

Poetry is a small way, it can't govern the country, it can't benefit the people, it's just arty Xu Erlang just wanted to say that, considering that he was going to use the arty little way to please the old man, he swallowed the words back and gave a vague hum.

Uncle Yong looked at him in surprise, but he didn't speak up!

Li Mubai sighed: "Brother Yang, if you had half their Linglong back then, you wouldn't waste more than twenty years."

Layman Ziyang smiled.

"That's wrong," Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, laughed and drank his tea: "Brother Yang is very ambitious, and he is paving the way for the 'life-making' situation."

Hearing this, Layman Ziyang sighed: "After all, I was pushed out of the officialdom."

"This is not your problem. The group of people from the Imperial College will not watch our Yunlu Academy turn around."

"Hmph, a group of villains who only know how to flatter their superiors and bully their inferiors, and play tricks, have ruined the world like this in less than two hundred years."

There is an interesting history involved in this matter.

Confucianism originated from sages, and Bailu Academy, as a college founded by the disciples of sages, claims to be orthodox Confucianism. The same is true.

But two hundred years ago, because of the struggle for the country, he was completely rejected by the emperor at that time.

At this time, a traitor appeared in Bailu Academy, and Bailu Academy thought so.

The traitor was originally a teacher of Bailu Academy. He took this opportunity to set up his own school and please the emperor with the concept of "preserving the principles of nature and destroying human desires".

Since then, Guozijian has replaced Yunlu Academy as the main delivery institution for court officials.

The controversy over Confucian orthodoxy has therefore lasted for two hundred years.

Layman Ziyang said in a deep voice: "I am going here to expand the territory of Bailu Academy and lay the foundation of officialdom, but if I want to revive the academy's past style, I alone is not enough. We need to work together, and more importantly, we need outstanding young people people."

Li Mubai and Zhang Shen looked at each other and smiled, the latter turned his head and looked at the students outside the pavilion: "Is there anyone willing to compose a poem and send one to Layman Ziyang?"

"You have to be lucky when you recite poems, otherwise it's boring." Layman Ziyang took off a purple jade from his waist: "Whoever wins the first prize will get a jade pendant."

The purple light of the jade pendant circulates, magical and extraordinary.

The eyes of the students outside the pavilion lit up in unison. The great scholar carried the jade pendant with him, which was baptized by talent and contained magic. If they could get it, it would definitely be of great benefit.

At the same time, Layman Ziyang used purple jade as a color head, which has a deeper meaning.

The belongings of the elders are only given to juniors and students, that is to say, if you take this jade pendant, you are my man and my student.

"The student would like to compose a poem to see off Lay Ziyang." A tall and straight student wearing a blue Confucian shirt and a jade pendant around his waist stepped out and bowed his hands to the three great Confucians in the pavilion.

Li Mubai smiled and said: "This is my student Zhu Tuizhi, he has quite a talent for poetry."

Layman Ziyang smiled and nodded.

After the student named Zhu Tuizhi recited the farewell poem, the smile on Layman Ziyang's face deepened, obviously very satisfied.

"Not bad." Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, praised him without commenting. The two great Confucians present here are both more poetic than him.

But a good beginning may not necessarily have a good ending. The following scene can probably be described as a dog's tail.

The following poems are unsatisfactory, barely qualified.

Li Mubai said with emotion: "Since the Guozijian has re-collected annotations for the sage's classics, keeping the principles of nature and destroying human desires, scholars all over the world can only stick to the classics and bury their heads in the rhetoric. No more spirituality."

Speaking of the latter, I felt heartbroken.

This is also the reason why Confucianism began to weaken in modern times. Pushing forward two hundred years, the famous Confucian saying is: Buddhism is excellent, Taoism is excellent, low oil, and magicians are also good. Gu masters and wizards who have found other ways are also very spiritual, and they are worthy of praise. I invite you out of the vulgar martial arts, this is a gathering of elegant people. By the way, take away the aliens from the Yaozu. The rest of you here, with all due respect, are rubbish!

That's how Confucianism used to be.

What now?

Major cultivation systems: How fat is it, little brother?

Confucianism shivering: mmp.

Layman Ziyang sighed, "Forget it, don't mention these things. Students, who else is willing to write poems?"

There was no one for a long time.

Zhu Tuizhi stared at Ziyu with fiery eyes, thinking that it was his possession.

"Sir, I have a poem." Xu Nian walked out of the crowd and came to the pavilion.

He has been purposely silent until now, he is low-key and humble, and he doesn't want to embarrass his classmates by throwing out good poems too early. Absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he and Zhu Tuizhi exchanged fragrance.

Thanks to the leader of the boss "Yoko Takayama" for adding updates to the shelves.