Lord of Earth Fiend

Chapter 140

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On the first floor of Huafang, when ten works were judged earlier, several of them caused controversy.It's all because some people are dissatisfied and unconvinced, and they feel that their writing is not bad, so why did they lose the election?

There must be tricks in it.

The reason for such an idea was that on the one hand, the selected works were not too outstanding; on the other hand, it was because the judges invited by Qiuyuelou did not have enough prestige, they were not real famous scholars, and they were not enough to convince the public.

But now, when they heard that someone was favored by the Confucian Temple's final review and was listed as one of the top ten outstanding, everyone's thoughts suddenly changed.

No one questioned or criticized any more, but some felt a kind of "proud" joy, feeling that they were on the same boat and had the same honor.

Since there are "same year" and "classmate", what's wrong with saying "same boat"?
This is something to brag about.

Amidst the joy, Ji Sanniang came to the middle-aged scribe, recognized him, and hurriedly saluted him, "Mr. Gu was actually in front of you, I'm so polite."

When everyone heard the address of "Mr. Gu", there was another commotion. Although they had never seen a real person before, they had all heard the name.

Such characters personally board the ship to pick them up, it can be seen that the selected works are quite important and extraordinary.

Mr. Gu smiled warmly, giving people a feeling of being in the spring breeze. After a little greeting, he said: "It happens that a group of students are here, so I will announce it."

Ji Sanniang hurriedly said, "Please speak on stage."

Mr. Gu nodded, stepped onto the stage, looked around, and said directly, "Chen Jin, where is Chen Xiucai?"

There was an uproar in the audience, but it was unexpected and shocked.

Bang!

Chu Xiucai was so excited that he jumped up all of a sudden, and even the chair he was sitting on was turned over, causing everyone to look sideways.

Mr. Gu looked at him, took a look, and was a little puzzled, but calmly, he waved: "Your Excellency is Chen Xiucai, please come to the stage."

Being misidentified, Chu Xiucai couldn't help blushing, and quickly waved her hands: "No, I'm not...Mr. Gu admits his mistake..."

Speech is incoherent, wishing to slap himself.

Fortunately, Chen Jin stood up in time and walked forward.

When Mr. Gu saw it, his eyes lit up: This son has a beautiful face, with an indifferent temperament, and an attitude of not being shocked by favor or insult, no wonder he was able to write that poem.

"I have met Mr. Gu."

"You don't need to be too polite. Your poems are naturally interesting and childish, and they are catchy. Tonight, you will be selected as the outstanding one, and you will be famous in Jinling. Without further ado, you can disembark with me and go to the Confucian Temple for the ceremony."

"it is good."

The two walked out of the hall one after the other.

After they left, the backlog of emotions in the hall suddenly aroused, whispering and discussing:

"What is he?"

"It's really unexpected that that little poem can be selected as an excellent..."

"Hey, that's because you didn't think of it, but I thought of it a long time ago. It's easy to read and very kind."

"Tch, wasn't it just you who were commenting, the loudest, saying that this poem was written by a child?"

At the meeting of the Heroes Society, Cheng Ming and the others looked at each other, their expressions were full of astonishment, bewilderment, and indignation.

Before Cheng Ming talked high-spirited, like the examiner who was evaluating the right questions before the exam, he had a sense of superiority that "everyone is drunk and I am alone". Chance of being selected.

When Mr. Gu arrived, he didn't announce it at first, but Cheng Ming's heartbeat was already racing, and he was looking forward to it.

But in the end, it was a joy for nothing.

The disappointment caused by the huge gap was extremely depressing, and there was a voice in my heart screaming: "Why is this happening?"

Cheng Ai, who was sitting next to her, sighed quietly. Of course she hoped that her brother would be selected... She had a good impression of Chen Jin and wanted to lure him into the poetry club, but under the current situation, she probably had no chance.

Amidst the yelling, Chu Xiucai, who boarded the boat with Chen Jin and took a seat together, suddenly became the focus and was surrounded by many people.

"Everyone, please step aside."

Ji Sanniang came forward and said to Chu Xiucai with a smile: "Master, please go upstairs, I have something to ask."

"Sir?"

Chu Xiucai never dared to imagine that this honorable title would fall on his head, and he couldn't help feeling confused for a moment, as if he was stepping on a cotton ball, soft and light, as if he was about to fly.

He quickly came back to his senses, and said politely, "Please."

Following the other party upstairs, when he stepped up the steps under the eyes of everyone, he felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

……

The awning boat rides the wind and waves at a very fast speed, which is not an ordinary driving technique.

Chen Jin noticed the tall and strong boatman. There is no doubt that this person is a martial arts practitioner.

The boat was running fast, the water was turbulent, and the wind was whistling, making it unsuitable for conversation. Mr. Gu and Chen Jin sat in the cabin, silent.

The distance is not far, and I will reach the shore in a while.

"Please!"

Mr. Gao Zhuang first stretched out his hand to help Mr. Gu ashore, and then came to pick up Chen Jin.

Chen Jin didn't want to show off in front of others, and acted like a gentle scholar.

When he got down to earth, Mr. Gu heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "Ah San, I really can't bear to be on your boat."

The boatman Ah San hurriedly said: "Time is tight, so we drove faster, please take care of Mr. Gu."

Mr. Gu went to look at Chen Jin and said with a smile: "It's better to be young and take it easy."

Chen Jin replied, "Actually, I'm also afraid of water."

A pick-up carriage had already been parked on the shore, and the two of them boarded the carriage and rattled along.

The carriage was not slow, but it was much smoother and more comfortable when walking on the road.

Mr. Gu lay on the mat and began to ask about Chen Jin's family history.

Chen Jin replied: "I am a teacher of Mr. Su Xiaowen, and I came to Jiangzhou from Lingnan only a month or two ago."

These things are not secrets, and they cannot be kept as secrets. Anyone with a heart can find out, so there is no need to hide them.

"Are you Xiaowen's disciple?"

"Yes, Mr. Gu knows the tutor?"

Mr. Gu said: "I've met once, so I'm not familiar with him, but Xiaowen is a high-spirited man with a clear reputation, which is admirable. I also heard about him, which is a pity."

Chen Jin is silent, I can't say that my teacher is still "alive"...

After reporting to the family, with this level of relationship, Mr. Gu's attitude towards him has changed again, and some doubts in his heart have been answered:
No wonder Chen Jin is not well-known in Jiangzhou, it turns out that he just came here not long ago;
No wonder he was able to write that little poem, Su Xiaowen's disciple is no ordinary scholar.

When the carriage arrived outside the gate of the Confucian Temple, Mr. Gu and Chen Jin got off the carriage and walked into the temple.

The temple is full of people, and many people are waiting there.In addition to a row of old men, there are more than ten young and handsome people, all of whom are selected for their works.

All of them are Eguanbo belts, dressed in a very solemn and formal manner.

"Conservation, we are the last ones to arrive. We have to take a shower and change clothes before we can participate in the ceremony."

"Ok."

When you come to the special dressing room, you will be served by your own servants.

Speaking of which, Chen Jin had never enjoyed this kind of service, but he did not resist.

After putting on all kinds of cumbersome clothes and standing in front of the bronze mirror, I can only use four words to describe it: Yushu Linfeng!

Sure enough, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, and changing clothes can change the temperament of the whole person.

He quickly went outside to join the crowd, stood together, and immediately attracted a lot of attention.

It's not that they are "stand out from the crowd", in fact, none of the young and handsome people present are bad looking, but others are surprised by the fact that Chen Jin was selected, and it seems that they have deviated from the arrangement and seemed surprised.

But the cultural festival is about to be held, and the atmosphere is solemn, so we can't whisper or inquire.

Chen Jin didn't care about other people's astonishment and curiosity, and his attention was all on Wen Ji.

The Spring and Autumn Festivals are very important to the Confucian Temple.

The Confucian Temple is a type of temple. As long as it is a temple, it cannot do without sacrifices.A temple without sacrifices is tantamount to being dilapidated and abandoned.

The reality is the same, and so is the interior landscape, the two are mirror images of each other.

In the temple system, offering sacrifices is a high-level content, and it is necessary to talk about ritual forms and various steps.For a real big festival, it is definitely a red tape, and I don't know how many things need to be prepared.

The top-level grand sacrifices are almost all related to the royal family, and have a huge name, such as "Feng Zen", which is called "sacrifice to heaven", and Zen is "sacrifice to land", which is not feasible for non-emperors.

However, this kind of grand ceremony is very particular about the fate of the weather and people, and it is usually not held once in hundreds of years.

It is rare to see a real grand sacrifice, and the Temple of Confucianism can be ranked first.

After all, this is the most orthodox temple system of the ruling class, and when the season comes, there will be great fanfare during sacrifices.

And every time the imperial examinations are held, there will be worship and worship in the Confucian Temple.

Chen Jin built a Confucian temple, but it was in a dilapidated state. If he wanted to complete it, the sacrificial etiquette was an unavoidable threshold.

Simply repairing the temple building can only get its shape, not its spirit.

However, not everyone can participate in the Confucian Temple sacrifices casually.

In fact, normally, the Confucian Temple is not open to ordinary people, only during the temple fair, it opens the door for convenience.

Ordinary people come to the temple to burn incense and kowtow, burn paper money and ingots, etc., that is only the most basic way of offering sacrifices, entry-level.

Strictly speaking, that's not called sacrifice, it's just praying and making a wish.

That's why Chen Jincai didn't sell ingot candles in Sanwei Study, and didn't go into the temple to burn incense.

What he wants to perform is the real sacrifice.

Like now.

The holding of the Confucian Temple Wenkui Competition provides an opportunity to advance.

But the success rate of this opportunity is not high.

Chen Jin thought about whether he should directly make a big move and make a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

It's just that, it seems too blunt, and it may not be possible.For an event like this, hosted by Mrs. Wang, it is very difficult for outsiders to get a piece of the pie. Wen Kui's ranking may have been arranged from the beginning.

Not to mention ranking among the best, it is quite difficult to find a breakthrough.

Chen Jin didn't have to be selected.

Other people's games, other people's games, other people's rules, you want to join and sit directly at the poker table, why?
However, Chen Jin knew some of the reasons behind the competition, so he decided to take a slant, took a clever route, and handed in the little poem.

It is all because Jiang Chang, who was taught five-color magic brush by a sage five years ago, wrote a song "Ode to Duck" when he was young, and his literary talent is very good.

Is this following suit?
Maybe.

Facts have proved that the road that others have walked and achieved success is often easy to follow.

In contrast, the road that few people walk or even no one walks is the most difficult.

The follow-up in form is only on the surface, secretly, Chen Jin has put in more effort, and for the first time used Wen Qi and Shen Yun.

Under the manifestation of "Li Yan Pian", the literary spirit and charm are no longer an empty concept, but a real breath.

This display, used between the lines, should be regarded as an experiment.

From the looks of it now, the experiment was considered a success, gaining induction and approval, otherwise, he wouldn't have appeared at the cultural festival fully dressed.

It seems that the effect of Wenqi Shenyun is better than expected, and can subtly affect the senses of the viewers.

As for how it affects, it depends on the specific scene reaction.

Speaking of Huiwen Festival, the location is naturally in the Confucian Temple.

Regarding this point, Chen Jin had a different idea. He felt that going to the riverside for the ceremony and setting off river lanterns might attract the saint's attention more.

Of course, he doesn't have a position to suggest that no one will listen.

So I still follow the guard of honor honestly, cooperate with the sacrificial etiquette, and see the procedures and steps of each step clearly, and then memorize them.

This is also a process of visualization. After being induced, it will be mirrored in the Niwan Palace and turned into materials for repairing the Confucian Temple.

Such an opportunity is not easy to come by and must be taken seriously.

Because of seriousness, it appears very pious.

Falling into the eyes of others, he unexpectedly won some praise, thinking that "children can be taught".

Lighting lamps, burning incense, playing music, eulogizing...

Item by item, meticulous and orderly.

Chen Jin gradually sank into it.

Boom!

In the deep night sky, there was a sudden thunderclap, followed by electric snakes flying.

All the people who were offering sacrifices were shocked, and many couldn't help looking up at the sky.

In the crowd, Chen Jin, on the contrary, was belated.

Crashing, raindrops as big as soybeans have already hit the head and face.

Is it a bad omen for the rain to come during the cultural festival?

But such words must never be exported, it can only be said that the heavens are not good.

The health servants waiting on both sides hurriedly held up umbrellas to keep out the rain.

With such a sudden heavy rain, whether the festival can continue has become a problem. If there is no other way, it can only be arranged indoors.

Chen Jin frowned, and felt a little irritated by being interrupted.

Boom boom boom!
There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and a young man ran in to report: "It's raining heavily, the river is swollen, and the waves are fierce. A few black-covered boats that responded couldn't escape and were overturned on the spot. The life and death of the boatmen is uncertain. rescue."

Wang Yubao's face was solemn: "If the wind and rain continue, it is likely to cause a catastrophe. Even the Spring House and the Painted Boat will be difficult to control. They should be allowed to land on the shore as soon as possible."

Tonight's event was organized by Mrs. Wang. It's nothing if several boatmen accidentally fell into the water and drowned.

In history, the Jinling River has been flooded several times. The most recent time was the time when the fish god appeared.

Could it be that tragedy will happen again tonight?
Boom boom boom!
Another servant came running out of breath, his face full of excitement: "The river was rushing just now, and suddenly seven colors of light flashed in the waves, like a rainbow, very gorgeous."

"A strange treasure was born?"

This time, Wang and the others didn't even care about the safety of the Chunlou Painting Boat.

(End of this chapter)