Lord of Earth Fiend

Chapter 137 A Psalm

With breaking through the realm and occupying the palace, Chen Jin's senses became more acute, and correspondingly, the method of visualization and induction became more brilliant.

Everything in the world, including natural landscapes, including primates, humans and animals, can be seen and felt.

It's just that whether you can see something, and what it is, is another matter.

If you watch too much, the form is complicated, and it is easy to cause problems and chaos, which often leads to distracting thoughts and delusions.

That's why they are divided into temple schools.

Chen Jinjian's Confucian Temple, but everything related to it, belongs to the system: books, ink, humanities, etc., which cover a wide range.

Now, he is sitting on the painting boat in the Spring Tower, surrounded by people, all of whom are scholars, and most of them have obtained the honor of scholar.

Each person has one breath, and the breath is condensed together, which suddenly appears to be impressive.

Naturally, Chen Jin couldn't absorb these auras directly, and he didn't practice incense and gods.What's more, there are too many people, even if they are all scholars, but because of their different temperaments and styles, the breath is mixed and not pure.

The breath is turbid, just like food mixed with sand and gravel. If you eat it, it will not benefit you, but it will ruin your stomach.

Even if you don't take it, just visualize it, it will have a bad impact.

When he looked at it with his eyes open, he felt a sense of boredom, as if staying in a noisy environment would make people feel uncomfortable.

Under the current environment, there is no comprehension of "spectator life", and the people gathered on the boat can basically be generalized into a kind of "life".

"I'm going outside for a walk to see the scenery."

He stood up and walked out of the hall.

Chu Xiucai was stunned for a moment, and didn't think there was any scenery to see outside, which was better than the scenery on the stage?

Those are girls who have undergone professional training, with beautiful faces and graceful figures, whoever sings gracefully, whoever twists is fascinating...

Chu Xiucai, who had never seen such a scene before, was soon addicted to it.

When he came to the deck, Chen Jin looked around and saw that not far away, there were five or six painting boats wandering around a river area near the Confucian Temple.

The shapes of the painted boats are similar, and they are hung all over the lanterns, which are very gorgeous. The words on the lanterns are all written with the name of the Chunlou, such as "Chunhua Tower", "Yutai Tower" and so on.

At the meeting tonight, all the boats were restricted by the request of the Wang family and the yamen, and they could not drift anywhere, so they just cruised here.

In this way, it is in line with the purpose of the "temple fair".

If you look farther away, you can see the resplendent Confucian Temple standing high on the mountain, solemn and solemn, with a sacred image of its own.

But in the eyes of Dharma, seeing a temple is a temple.

Chen Jin was thinking, is there any rare treasure born tonight, and where will it be born?

The reason why I chose to board a boat instead of going to the temple was mainly because I thought that the chances on the river were better. The local chronicles recorded the phrase "the sage crosses the river and sees the spring of literary energy", which can be seen from its origin.

Of course, everything is speculation until it becomes a fact.

"Am I thinking too much?"

Suddenly, he was so blessed that he had such an idea.

Indeed, since the method of "Li Yan Pian" emerged, after learning, all kinds of behaviors have been carried out around this method, thinking about how to "establish words" day and night, how to accumulate "literary spirit and charm", etc.

"Will this appear to be too much deliberate pursuit, and instead fall behind?"

In addition to the thought, a kind of self-doubt came along with it.

The way of practice often talks about "following fate", the so-called "dependence arises and fall", and it shows a calm and breezy temperament.

"No, the way of life is to be diligent and diligent while you are young. How can you be content with the status quo and do nothing?"

Soon, Chen Jin's mind regained clarity, and his inner thoughts became more firm.

When encountering difficulties and obstacles, people tend to fall into self-doubt and self-denial.

This is actually delusion, which will mess up the mind and make all kinds of rash and wrong decisions, and finally regret it.

Chen Jin was affected by the impact in the hall just now, and after a while, some random thoughts sprouted.

It can be seen from this that loopholes and loopholes at the soul level always form and appear inadvertently, which is really hard to guard against.

"My lord, why are you in a daze here? It's time to submit your poem."

Chu Xiucai ran out and shouted.

The Wenkui Conference is equivalent to an essay competition without a theme, and the competition is the works.Participants, everyone can submit their own works to the specially set up judges for review. If they write well, they will stand out. Finally, they will be ranked and rewarded, and they will become famous overnight.

This kind of process is commonplace, and it is almost the same as the usual poetry meeting, but the scale is larger and the specifications are higher.

It is said that the final judging group is composed of seven people, all of whom are famous scholars, some are good at calligraphy, and some are good at painting. As for poetry, songs and Fu, they are all conventional skills, so there is no need to repeat them.

In a word: Authority comes with prestige!
So many people participated in this grand event, and there were hundreds of works, it was impossible for the seven-member jury to read all of them, and it was impossible to see them all, so the rules for the initial review were set.

The rules are as follows:

With the poetry club as the unit, one to three articles will be selected and submitted according to the size of the staff.Their works can be directly presented to the jury, which is a through train;

Ordinary scattered personnel do not have such convenience. The written works need to be handed over to the sub-field. After the preliminary review, they feel that the level is good before they can be handed in.

The sub-field refers to the divisional location of the Confucian Temple area; the one on the river is based on the painting boats of each Spring Tower.

A painting boat represents a segment.

But it is obvious that different divisions have uneven levels, which gives people the possibility of taking advantage of loopholes. If you board a boat with a poor level, your chances of qualifying will be a little higher.

Don't underestimate this point, as long as your work can appear in the hands of the experts of the final jury, and at worst you can get a few comments, then the meaning will be different.

"So, it's the right time for us to board the painting boat of Qiuyue Tower."

Chu Xiucai said happily.

Hearing his eloquent introduction, Chen Jin found that he still underestimated the desire and pursuit of fame of the literati.

Fame is indeed a good thing, and with it, there are benefits.

In the Qian Dynasty, being an official was not only an imperial examination, but also a way of recommendation.

The basis of recommendation is the reputation of the parties involved.

If you have no reputation and no name, no one will know you. Who knows how capable you are?Others don't have the patience to understand you.

Therefore, after the unknown Chen Jin boarded the ship, there would be no special receptionist, and he could only sit in a corner of the hall, oblivious to the crowd.

Those who can climb to the second floor are all famous people.

In this way, the identity of that idiot scholar naturally has a background.

"Young master, have you finished writing it? Let me help you hand it in. Many people have handed it in."

Chu Xiucai said again.

Chen Jin took out a piece of paper: "I wrote a little poem at home."

Chu Xiucai took it respectfully, and asked, "Can I open it and have a look?"

"Of course you can, and it's nothing shameful."

"it is good."

Chu Xiucai opened the paper and looked at it carefully. He only read the first sentence, and immediately showed surprise. He couldn't help but glance at Chen Jin.

Chen Jin asked: "Is this poem good?"

Chu Xiucai's complexion looked strange, and he coughed dryly, and replied, "It's quite unique."

After a pause, I couldn't help asking: "Master, are you sure you want to hand in this one? It's good, but it's too short, I'm afraid it will be looked down upon."

Poetry works, the length occupies a lot of weight, short and few words, even if the writing is good, it is difficult to win favor.

Chen Jin replied: "Short or short is better. I only write this one, and I can't exchange it for others."

"Well."

Chu Xiucai took this little poem and stacked it with his own—according to the regulations, Sanren can only choose one representative work to submit.

This is the meaning of reducing the workload of the judges, otherwise, if one person submits several, or even a dozen, it will be impossible to read.

You must know that this Wenkui competition does not limit the theme, nor the subject matter, nor does it limit the old and new works.

There is no need for that at all.

Whether there is poetic talent or literary talent, and whether the level is good or bad, one article is enough.

Chu Xiucai agreed with this with both hands. Anyway, he could only hand over one article, like Song Jia who prepared three articles, but it was a waste of time.

……

"Brother, I think you should hand in the "Yong Mei"."

At the seat of Qunying Society, Cheng Ai said.

Cheng Ming replied earnestly: "Little sister, you don't know about this. Although "Song of Mei" is also my favorite work, it is out of date."

Cheng Ai asked: "But the rules don't say anything about limited seasons."

Cheng Ming looked like he knew everything: "Those rules are stated on the surface, and they must be more particular in the dark. Just think about it, overnight, Wang's Poetry Club united with various companies to hold such a Wenkui competition." , making such a big noise, how could it be rash and casual? After careful consideration, I finally came to a conclusion: there is no limit, but it is the biggest limit.”

Cheng Ai was a little confused: "So?"

"So the entry should be closely related to the season. It is the end of August, but it is not long before the Mid-Autumn Festival, so it is necessary to write about the moon. It is also named after the Confucian Temple, which is naturally inseparable from the allusions of saints. The temple praises .”

Cheng Ming spoke clearly and logically.

This time, not only Cheng Ai felt that it made sense, but the people around him also felt that it was very reasonable when they heard it.

There is an important principle in poetry and articles, which is called "conforming to current events". To put it bluntly, it is called "trend".Just like the same poem, if it is written at different times, the effect may be different.

Cheng Ai said: "Brother, this is why you handed in the latest "Fu Temple Appreciating the Moon"?"

"of course."

Cheng Ming was a little complacent. Although his new work was written in a hurry, it was not good, but it was on point.Moreover, in the name of the poetry club, it can be directly submitted to the judges. As long as it is favored, the leader dare not think about it, and he will be satisfied if he can get an excellent one.

……

Seeing that Chu Xiucai came back and sighed, Chen Jin couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

Chu Xiucai said with a bitter face, "My lord, we all made a mistake."

He immediately expressed the analysis he heard from Cheng Ming.

Chen Jin couldn't help laughing: "Let's not talk about whether this speech is reasonable or not, even if I let you know in advance and let you write it, can you write it?"

Chu Xiucai thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I can't write in a day's time. Even if I force myself to write, it will be a mess."

Chen Jin spread his hands: "So there is nothing to be upset about."

Chu Xiucai said embarrassingly: "Although I know that I can't break through, I always have an extravagant dream in my heart."

The "extravagant thinking" he mentioned is actually similar to "delusion", but for non-practice people, the related feelings will not be so deeply affected.

……

Compared with the first floor, there are far fewer people sitting on the second floor of the painting boat. Judging from their attire, they are obviously of a higher class than the scholars in t-shirts below, and there are many of them.

As the saying goes: Gold Juren, silver Jinshi, poor scholar.

It is obvious that Juren is ranked ahead of Jinshi.

It's not that juren's status is richer than Jinshi, but that the difficulty of juren's examination is much higher and more difficult than that of Jinshi.

Using data to display, if it is said that the examination for Juren is one in a hundred, the examination for Jinshi becomes one in ten.

In the front row, there was a large wooden table. There were seven people sitting at the table, including men and women. Most of the men were old with gray beard and hair. Among them, Jiang Youcheng, who was younger, was quite conspicuous.

The four famous envoys of the Tongwenhui, when they arrived on the ship, their status suddenly changed, and they actually became the first review committee member of the Qiuyuelou branch.

If such a thing spreads, I don't know how many people will be killed.

With the sound of a gong, a healthy servant came up with a big basket.

The basket was full of manuscripts, which were collected on the first floor just now, and all were dumped on the wooden table, forming a small mountain.

An old man with a goatee shook his head and said, "The brush and ink are like mountains. According to the old man, they are all gravel and no jade."

Another old man with a short beard echoed: "Of course, the truly level works have already been sent to the Confucian Temple."

Jiang Youcheng suddenly said: "Two old gentlemen, please don't draw conclusions prematurely. The big waves wash the sand, maybe you can find gold."

The old man with the goatee looked at him: "Your Excellency is very strange, didn't you ask for advice?"

"My surname is Jiang, and my first name is Yu."

"Jiang Yu?"

The old man looked bewildered, he had never heard of this name, and he didn't know where the boss of Qiuyue Building invited him.

But it is not surprising, Jiangnan is huge, rich in culture, and there are many Confucian scholars, so it is not easy to make a name for yourself.Unless they are in the same circle, they will not be familiar with each other.

"Time is running out, everyone, please start reviewing. Our Qiuyue Building has only ten submission quotas, which are not many, but because of this, we have to look carefully, don't want the treasures of the sea. This matter is related to the reputation of Qiuyue Building. Please be more careful, everyone.”

The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman who still had charm, and it was Ji Sanniang, the owner of Qiuyue Building.Although she is over forty years old, her tone of voice is still delicate, and there are charms flowing between her glances.

In the selection of the Twelve Gold Hairpins that ended not long ago, Qiuyuelou spent a lot of effort, but in the end no girl was selected.

What they are doing is not a prostitution brothel that only deals in flesh and blood, but a high-end line, and they must have a good reputation.

Fame is inseparable from people's admiration, playing and singing, and if you want to compose new words, you have to find someone to write them.

Tonight's Wenkui Contest is an opportunity, so many literati gather together, if one or two excellent works can be discovered, then Qiuyuelou can also use it to gain fame.

But Ji Sanniang also understood in her heart: the chances are slim.

The quality of scholars at the grassroots level is there, and it is impossible to hope that they will suddenly become enlightened, write and write masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.

It's just an unacceptable extravagance.

　In fact, I also have a dream...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)