Outside the outskirts of Kyoto, the sheep pavilion!
Several luxurious carriages were parked by the pavilion, and the wind was cold outside the suburbs, and the rolling mountains were light brown.
The sun is hung warmly, and in the early winter days people feel a hint of warmth that is not inferior to Nako.
Mr. Ziyang from Yunlu Academy is about to become an official.
It is a great joy for Yunlu Academy, which is in the decline of officialdom.
The gentlemen of the academy sang and the students were excited and felt proud and the day to stand out was coming.
In the pavilion, three old men sat opposite each other and drank tea. One of them was wearing a purple robe and had white temples. He was the protagonist of this farewell.
Yang Gong, whose courtesy name is Ziqian, and his pseudonym was Ziyang Jushi, was the top scholar in the 14th year of Yuanjing.He retired the following year and returned to Yunlu Academy to study. In the past twenty-two years, he had many students all over the world and became a famous scholar in the world.
He should have a better future, but he was no problem in joining the cabinet and becoming the minister, but he left the officialdom sadly at his peak.
Regarding this matter, the people in the sects talked about it, and some people said that he had offended His Majesty and had to retire.
Some people say that he offended the prime minister of the dynasty and was inferior to others, so he rolled the bed and rolled the people in shame.
But no matter what, twenty-two years later, he finally came out again.Go to Qingzhou to serve as the governor.
A true chief official.
The other two have also not low identities. Not to mention their status in Yunlu Academy, their reputation outside is not inferior to that of Ziyang lay Buddhists.
The man wearing a gray robe and raising goat whiskers was named Li Mubai, a great country player. He was once the best in the world in chess. He talked with Wei Yuan and Wei Gongshen five years ago, but he lost all of them and threw the chessboard in anger. He never played chess again.
The person wearing a blue robe is Zhang Shen, a master of military tactics. The "Six Memorials of Military Tactics" written in his early years is still a must-read publication for military officers and generals of the Great Feng Dynasty.
He is the only military master in Dafeng who can be compared with Wei Yuan.
There was a group of students who were seeing off from outside the pavilion, all of whom were promising students at Yunlu Academy.
Xu Xinnian is among them.
Mr. Ziyang finally came out. If he could appreciate it, we would definitely have a prosperous official career in the officialdom in the future.A familiar classmate whispered: Farewell to the old days, are you ready for poetry?
My brother prepared for me... and it was half a seven-character song... Xu Xinnian looked into the pavilion and said lightly: Prepare half a sloppy song, Uncle Yong, you are too utilitarian.
Seven-character verses have a strict rhythm, requiring that the number of words of the poem be neat and uniform, consisting of eight sentences, each sentence has seven characters, and each two sentences is a couplet, with a total of four couplets.
Xu Qi'an gave him only two couplets of seven-character poems.Xu Xin asked after the New Year's dinner, and my cousin stammered and changed the topic, just not giving the last two couplets.
This is not utilitarianism. The sea of learning is like the officialdom. It is hard to work on a boat and steadily steadily.My friend said that he seemed to know that Xu Xinnian was not good at poetry, so he didn't ask much.
Uncle Yong was right. Now the officialdom is corrupt, and officials cooperate with corrupt officials to feed the people. They have suffered natural disasters for 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 Xinnian: You always say that poetry is a secret, but no matter how good your article is, who will remember you decades later?But poetry can be passed down from generation to generation.
Poetry is a path, and it cannot govern the country or benefit the people. It is a habit of being a person... Xu Erlang was about to say this, considering that he was now preparing to please the old seniors with a habit of being a person of being a person, he swallowed the words back and nodded vaguely.
Uncle Yong looked at him in surprise and didn't even argue!
The great master Li Mubai sighed: Brother Yang, if you had half of their exquisiteness back then, you would not have wasted more than twenty years.
Mr. Ziyang smiled.
This is wrong. Zhang Shen, a master of military strategy, laughed and drank tea: Brother Yang is ambitious and is paving the way for the "establishing one's life".
Upon hearing this, Mr. Ziyang sighed: After all, he was excluded from the officialdom.
This is not your problem. Those who came from the Imperial College will not watch our Yunlu Academy turn over.
Humph, a group of villains who only know how to bully the superiors and play with power have caused trouble in this way in less than two hundred years.
This incident involves an interesting history.
Confucianism originated from saints. Yunlu Academy, as an academy founded by the great disciples of saints, claims to be Confucian orthodox.The same is true.
But two hundred years ago, because of the battle for the foundation of the country, it was completely rejected by the emperor at that time.
Just at this time, a traitor appeared in Yunlu Academy, and Yunlu Academy himself thought so.
The traitor was originally a teacher at Yunlu Academy. He took this opportunity to set up his own business and please the emperor with the concept of "preserving the principles of heaven and destroying human desires". With the support of the emperor, he established the Imperial College and became a master of his generation.
After that, the Imperial College replaced Yunlu Academy and became the main conveying agency for imperial officials.
The Confucian orthodox struggle lasted for two hundred years.
Mr. Ziyang said in a deep voice: I am going to expand the territory of Yunlu Academy and lay the foundation for the officialdom, but if I want to revitalize the past style of the academy, I am not enough. I need to work together and I need excellent young 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 anyone willing to write a poem and give it to Mr. Ziyang?
When reciting poems, you must have a bright future, otherwise it will be boring.Mr. Ziyang took off a purple jade from his waist: Those who are the first to win can get a jade pendant.
The purple light of the jade pendant flows, extraordinary.
The students outside the pavilion were all lit up, and the great scholars were wearing jade pendants, baptized by talent, and were magical. If they could get it, it would definitely be of great benefit.
At the same time, Ziyang lay Buddhists used purple jade as the colored head, which has a deeper meaning.
The things that the elders carry are only given to the younger generation and students. In other words, after taking this jade pendant, you are my person...my student.
The student is willing to write a poem to see off Mr. Ziyang.A tall student wearing a blue Confucian shirt and a jade pendant around his waist stepped out and bowed to the three great Confucians in the pavilion.
Li Mubai smiled and said: This is my student Zhu Tuizhi, who is quite talented in poetry.
Mr. Ziyang smiled and nodded.
After the student named Zhu Tuizhi recited the farewell poem, the smile on Ziyang's face became deeper and more impressive, and he was obviously very satisfied.
good.Zhang Shen, a master of military arts, praised it without commenting. The two great scholars here are more talented than him.
But a good start may not necessarily have a good ending, and the next scene can probably be described as a dog-tail continuation of marten.
The poems behind are not satisfactory and barely qualified.
Li Mubai sighed: Since the Imperial College has re-collected the saints' classics, preserved the laws of heaven and destroyed human desires, students in the world can only stick to the classics and devote themselves to the poems.Over time, I fell into a situation of "shackles and cumbersome words" and could not extricate myself.Articles and poems have no spirituality anymore.
Speaking of the latter, I felt heartbroken.
This is also the reason why Confucianism began to decline in modern times. Looking forward two hundred years, the famous Confucian saying is: Buddhism is great, Taoism is great, short-lived, and sorcerers are good.
The Gu wizard who took a different approach is also very spiritual and deserves praise... Oh, the vulgar martial artist invites you out. This is a gathering of elegant people.
By the way, take away the aliens of the demon clan.
All the rest of you here, I am bluntly speaking, are all trash!
This is how Confucianism was so arrogant at the beginning.
What about now?
Major training systems: How can you make a fortune, little brother?
Confucianism shivered: MMP.
Mr. Ziyang sighed, "Forget it, don't mention these."Dear students, who else is willing to write poetry?
No one was there for a while.
Zhu Tuizhi stared at Zi Yu, his eyes burning, feeling that this was the thing in his pocket.
Sir, I have a poem.Xu Xinnian walked out of the crowd and came to the pavilion.
He was deliberately silent until now. He was low-key and humble, and did not want to throw out good poems too early to make his classmates embarrassed.It definitely has nothing to do with him and Zhu Tuizhi's words.
Several luxurious carriages were parked by the pavilion, and the wind was cold outside the suburbs, and the rolling mountains were light brown.
The sun is hung warmly, and in the early winter days people feel a hint of warmth that is not inferior to Nako.
Mr. Ziyang from Yunlu Academy is about to become an official.
It is a great joy for Yunlu Academy, which is in the decline of officialdom.
The gentlemen of the academy sang and the students were excited and felt proud and the day to stand out was coming.
In the pavilion, three old men sat opposite each other and drank tea. One of them was wearing a purple robe and had white temples. He was the protagonist of this farewell.
Yang Gong, whose courtesy name is Ziqian, and his pseudonym was Ziyang Jushi, was the top scholar in the 14th year of Yuanjing.He retired the following year and returned to Yunlu Academy to study. In the past twenty-two years, he had many students all over the world and became a famous scholar in the world.
He should have a better future, but he was no problem in joining the cabinet and becoming the minister, but he left the officialdom sadly at his peak.
Regarding this matter, the people in the sects talked about it, and some people said that he had offended His Majesty and had to retire.
Some people say that he offended the prime minister of the dynasty and was inferior to others, so he rolled the bed and rolled the people in shame.
But no matter what, twenty-two years later, he finally came out again.Go to Qingzhou to serve as the governor.
A true chief official.
The other two have also not low identities. Not to mention their status in Yunlu Academy, their reputation outside is not inferior to that of Ziyang lay Buddhists.
The man wearing a gray robe and raising goat whiskers was named Li Mubai, a great country player. He was once the best in the world in chess. He talked with Wei Yuan and Wei Gongshen five years ago, but he lost all of them and threw the chessboard in anger. He never played chess again.
The person wearing a blue robe is Zhang Shen, a master of military tactics. The "Six Memorials of Military Tactics" written in his early years is still a must-read publication for military officers and generals of the Great Feng Dynasty.
He is the only military master in Dafeng who can be compared with Wei Yuan.
There was a group of students who were seeing off from outside the pavilion, all of whom were promising students at Yunlu Academy.
Xu Xinnian is among them.
Mr. Ziyang finally came out. If he could appreciate it, we would definitely have a prosperous official career in the officialdom in the future.A familiar classmate whispered: Farewell to the old days, are you ready for poetry?
My brother prepared for me... and it was half a seven-character song... Xu Xinnian looked into the pavilion and said lightly: Prepare half a sloppy song, Uncle Yong, you are too utilitarian.
Seven-character verses have a strict rhythm, requiring that the number of words of the poem be neat and uniform, consisting of eight sentences, each sentence has seven characters, and each two sentences is a couplet, with a total of four couplets.
Xu Qi'an gave him only two couplets of seven-character poems.Xu Xin asked after the New Year's dinner, and my cousin stammered and changed the topic, just not giving the last two couplets.
This is not utilitarianism. The sea of learning is like the officialdom. It is hard to work on a boat and steadily steadily.My friend said that he seemed to know that Xu Xinnian was not good at poetry, so he didn't ask much.
Uncle Yong was right. Now the officialdom is corrupt, and officials cooperate with corrupt officials to feed the people. They have suffered natural disasters for 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 Xinnian: You always say that poetry is a secret, but no matter how good your article is, who will remember you decades later?But poetry can be passed down from generation to generation.
Poetry is a path, and it cannot govern the country or benefit the people. It is a habit of being a person... Xu Erlang was about to say this, considering that he was now preparing to please the old seniors with a habit of being a person of being a person, he swallowed the words back and nodded vaguely.
Uncle Yong looked at him in surprise and didn't even argue!
The great master Li Mubai sighed: Brother Yang, if you had half of their exquisiteness back then, you would not have wasted more than twenty years.
Mr. Ziyang smiled.
This is wrong. Zhang Shen, a master of military strategy, laughed and drank tea: Brother Yang is ambitious and is paving the way for the "establishing one's life".
Upon hearing this, Mr. Ziyang sighed: After all, he was excluded from the officialdom.
This is not your problem. Those who came from the Imperial College will not watch our Yunlu Academy turn over.
Humph, a group of villains who only know how to bully the superiors and play with power have caused trouble in this way in less than two hundred years.
This incident involves an interesting history.
Confucianism originated from saints. Yunlu Academy, as an academy founded by the great disciples of saints, claims to be Confucian orthodox.The same is true.
But two hundred years ago, because of the battle for the foundation of the country, it was completely rejected by the emperor at that time.
Just at this time, a traitor appeared in Yunlu Academy, and Yunlu Academy himself thought so.
The traitor was originally a teacher at Yunlu Academy. He took this opportunity to set up his own business and please the emperor with the concept of "preserving the principles of heaven and destroying human desires". With the support of the emperor, he established the Imperial College and became a master of his generation.
After that, the Imperial College replaced Yunlu Academy and became the main conveying agency for imperial officials.
The Confucian orthodox struggle lasted for two hundred years.
Mr. Ziyang said in a deep voice: I am going to expand the territory of Yunlu Academy and lay the foundation for the officialdom, but if I want to revitalize the past style of the academy, I am not enough. I need to work together and I need excellent young 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 anyone willing to write a poem and give it to Mr. Ziyang?
When reciting poems, you must have a bright future, otherwise it will be boring.Mr. Ziyang took off a purple jade from his waist: Those who are the first to win can get a jade pendant.
The purple light of the jade pendant flows, extraordinary.
The students outside the pavilion were all lit up, and the great scholars were wearing jade pendants, baptized by talent, and were magical. If they could get it, it would definitely be of great benefit.
At the same time, Ziyang lay Buddhists used purple jade as the colored head, which has a deeper meaning.
The things that the elders carry are only given to the younger generation and students. In other words, after taking this jade pendant, you are my person...my student.
The student is willing to write a poem to see off Mr. Ziyang.A tall student wearing a blue Confucian shirt and a jade pendant around his waist stepped out and bowed to the three great Confucians in the pavilion.
Li Mubai smiled and said: This is my student Zhu Tuizhi, who is quite talented in poetry.
Mr. Ziyang smiled and nodded.
After the student named Zhu Tuizhi recited the farewell poem, the smile on Ziyang's face became deeper and more impressive, and he was obviously very satisfied.
good.Zhang Shen, a master of military arts, praised it without commenting. The two great scholars here are more talented than him.
But a good start may not necessarily have a good ending, and the next scene can probably be described as a dog-tail continuation of marten.
The poems behind are not satisfactory and barely qualified.
Li Mubai sighed: Since the Imperial College has re-collected the saints' classics, preserved the laws of heaven and destroyed human desires, students in the world can only stick to the classics and devote themselves to the poems.Over time, I fell into a situation of "shackles and cumbersome words" and could not extricate myself.Articles and poems have no spirituality anymore.
Speaking of the latter, I felt heartbroken.
This is also the reason why Confucianism began to decline in modern times. Looking forward two hundred years, the famous Confucian saying is: Buddhism is great, Taoism is great, short-lived, and sorcerers are good.
The Gu wizard who took a different approach is also very spiritual and deserves praise... Oh, the vulgar martial artist invites you out. This is a gathering of elegant people.
By the way, take away the aliens of the demon clan.
All the rest of you here, I am bluntly speaking, are all trash!
This is how Confucianism was so arrogant at the beginning.
What about now?
Major training systems: How can you make a fortune, little brother?
Confucianism shivered: MMP.
Mr. Ziyang sighed, "Forget it, don't mention these."Dear students, who else is willing to write poetry?
No one was there for a while.
Zhu Tuizhi stared at Zi Yu, his eyes burning, feeling that this was the thing in his pocket.
Sir, I have a poem.Xu Xinnian walked out of the crowd and came to the pavilion.
He was deliberately silent until now. He was low-key and humble, and did not want to throw out good poems too early to make his classmates embarrassed.It definitely has nothing to do with him and Zhu Tuizhi's words.
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