Qin Shi Mingyue's infinite punch card

Chapter 4 Writing Poems
For ordinary people, worshiping Xunzi's gate wall is tantamount to seeing the sky in one step.With such a great god covering him, coupled with a golden finger like the system, reaching the pinnacle of life is almost a certainty.

But what he didn't expect was that after completing the first check-in task, the system didn't make any movement anymore. Whether he cried for his father or mother or begged his grandpa to sue his grandma, it didn't have any effect, as if he was paralyzed Same.And this paralysis lasted for ten years!

Ten years also made Ye Chen completely disappointed, and he didn't bother with this cheating system anymore.

But it's not completely fruitless, at least after completing a check-in, the system still gave rewards, one of which was the Bihai Tide Song.

Although this song belongs to the sound wave skill, it is also an excellent performance without using internal force.

Le Zhengzi's eyes flickered when he heard the words, and he thought for a while.

Although Fu Nian's performance is also very good, but it is a bit superficial. In terms of artistic conception, the latter is undoubtedly the winner.

In his heart, he naturally hoped that his disciple would win, but the gap in this round was very obvious, and as a dignified Confucian master, he couldn't be too biased.

Then he said: "In the first round, Ye Chen won."

A slight smile appeared on Ye Chen's face when he heard the words, and he cupped his hands slightly. Since he dared to offer a discussion, he must be quite sure.

"The second match, count."

Counting means counting. As a Confucian disciple, not only martial arts, poetry, books, rituals and music are indispensable, but also proficient in arithmetic.

When the two got the chips, Lezhengzi looked at Xunzi: "Junior brother, let you come up with the title of this game."

Xunzi nodded, thought for a while, and then said, "Today, there are chickens and rabbits in the same cage. There are 35 heads on the top and 94 feet on the bottom. How many are the chickens and rabbits?"

Hearing this question, more than a hundred disciples present were all lost in thought, and even Fu Nian frowned, fiddling with the numbers in his hand to calculate.

But Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, he was quite familiar with this question, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

Then I saw that he also picked up the counting chip, but he did not count in the traditional way, but wrote and scratched on the ground.

Seeing this, everyone also showed surprise, not knowing what the former wanted to do.

Even Le Zhengzi's expression moved, he stroked his beard, and thought to himself: "Could it be some new calculation method?"

But just when doubts arose in his heart, Ye Chen put down the counting chip in his hand, cupped his hands and said: "The disciple has already calculated the result."

As soon as the words fell, all the Confucian disciples around were shocked, and even Le Zhengzi had a look of surprise on his face.He also speculated before that the other party might have really figured out some methods in mathematics, but he didn't expect to have the result so quickly. You must know that Xunzi's problem has a very high gold content.

Then he opened his mouth and said, "Then tell me, how many chickens and rabbits are there?"

Ye Chen smiled slightly, and replied: "Twelve rabbits, twenty and three chickens."

Hearing the words, the former couldn't help but change his face. The answer was correct, and he actually solved the problem in only a dozen breaths of time. If it wasn't for cheating, it could only show that the other party is a top genius in arithmetic!
However, Le Zhengzi still didn't quite believe it, and thought to himself: "Then he already knew the answer?"

Then he opened his mouth again and said, "Today there are objects whose number is unknown. How many objects are there?"

Hearing this question, Ye Chen took the counting chip again and calculated the following on the ground, and replied after 2 minutes: "Twenty and three."

Le Zhengzi couldn't help being secretly surprised. This question was more complicated than the chicken and rabbit in the same cage, but the other party could still give the correct answer in such a short period of time. Is there really such a genius in the world?

He wasn't the only one who was shocked at this time, those Confucian scholars also stared wide-eyed, but they still haven't even cleared their minds.

Fu Nian sighed, and then a smile appeared on his face. Although losing two games in a row is a bit embarrassing, he is still very happy that Confucianism can produce such a talented person.

Then he got up and cupped his hands and said, "Junior brother, you won this round."

Seeing this, Ye Chen returned the gift very modestly: "Senior brother has accepted."

Although he easily won the victory, he didn't think he had much ability. "After all, the computing methods in this era are not very developed. Even the top-level problems are at most junior high school level in later generations.

There were some changes in Le Zhengzi's eyes when he looked at Ye Chen. This apprentice of Xun Kuang was indeed outstanding.

He opened the mouth and said: "This time Ye Chen wins, and the next thing we will discuss is calligraphy and poetry. You two can choose one of plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum as the title to write a poem, and the limit is a quarter of an hour."

Hearing this, the corners of Ye Chen's mouth curled up slightly. It's hard to say if it's better than others, but if it's poetry...

Then I saw him close his eyes, as if he was meditating, constantly screening in his mind.Although he has three hundred Tang poems and Song poems as a strong backing, and he can recite a few of them casually, but he can't be too obvious.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Ye Chen opened his eyes and said, "I have already realized something, and I wrote the song "Ode to Bamboo". Please give me some pointers."

Le Zhengzi's expression changed, and he said lightly: "Read it."

Ye Chen opened his mouth and read: "The green bamboo is half covered with sheaths, and the new shoots just come out of the wall. The color invades the book late, and the overcast wine bottle is cool. The rain washes it clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. But there is no cutting, and I will meet Fuyun long."

After the words fell, everyone was moved. Although this poem is not too profound, the meaning contained in it is extraordinary.

After listening to it, Le Zhengzi's eyes lit up: "It's a good sentence, but it doesn't make any cuts, and I will meet Fu Yunchang. Although the parallel rhythm of this poem is a bit strange, it is quite artistic and excellent."

Fu Nian's eyes were a bit complicated when he heard this, he knew very well how strict his teacher was when teaching, and how difficult it was to get the word "superior".But this poem certainly deserves such an evaluation.

Then he cupped his hands and said: "Teacher, this round is lost by the disciple."

With "Ode to Bamboo" in front, there is no need to show my own poem.

Le Zhengzi nodded, feeling a little complicated. Originally, he wanted to take this opportunity to let his proud student show his talents, but he didn't expect to lose three games in a row in less than half an hour.Even his own face can't hold it a little bit.

However, as the head of a dignified Confucian school, he still has the basic tolerance, and he can't do things that turn black and white.

His eyes were on Ye Chen again, and he had to admit that the other party did bring him a lot of surprises.

He recited Yong Zhu silently again, then his eyes flickered, as if thinking of something, he asked, "Could it be that the song "Long Song Xing" was also written by you?"

(End of this chapter)