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Chapter 462 Yao Shanchang’s poem? That’s nonsense! Look at my Li Zian’s digital poem that is shocking to the world!

Oh? Then I wonder where this little friend's teacher came from and what good works he has written? I love poetry very much, and I would also like to read it...

As a scholar in the Ivy League, he is as famous as Wang Mingyang. Yao Guangzong just stroked his white beard and showed no anger.

He wanted to test whether Li Nuo's literary foundation was strong or not.

And most scribes will feel respectful when they see the trace of literary spirit that inadvertently overflows.

However, this temptation is destined to be useless.

What he faced was a star of Confucianism and Taoism who was more mellow in literary skills than he was!

Li Nuo has now reached the [peak level of the fourth rank] in literature. His literary ocean is so vast and his reserve of literary energy is comparable to that of a third-rank scholar. The reason why he has not been able to advance is because he has not been able to complete his establishment.

What is Li Yan?

It is to make a vow to one’s literary heart and devote one’s life to fulfilling it!

His ambitions, especially the last sentence to create peace for all generations, are so grand that it would be extremely difficult to achieve them.

But if you cannot fulfill this oath, you will not be able to break the shackles of literature and become a true literary giant in this life!

Because of this, he was deeply admired by Wang Yangming and Du Yan, a group of literary and moral scholars.

They know very well that it is too difficult to stand up as a preacher.

The words established are too light, and the literary world does not admit it at all. But the promises are too heavy-handed, and it is almost impossible to complete them.

The speed of the period is too difficult to grasp.

Therefore, the vast majority of literary and Taoist [Four-level True Artistic Confucianism] scholars will choose to take another path - writing books to prove the Tao.

Now, most of Wang Yangming's Emperor Jiangshan Sheji Lun has been completed. It can be said that he is only one step away from the [Third Grade of Literary and Dao].

As for the great scholar Du Yan, he studied The Confucian Classics of Sages day and night and annotated it. Once completed, he could break the shackles of the literary realm and become a literary giant of the generation.

Therefore, these old guys practice in seclusion every day, holding back their energy to see who can break this tacit understanding first and step into the third level!

Back to business…

Faced with the old master's question, Li Nuo did not answer directly, but asked arrogantly: What Xiaosheng did is so shocking, I'm afraid that after hearing this, Yao Xueshi and others will have their self-confidence beaten. I don't know what other Xuesheng Yao's works are. , can it be read by young students?”

I would like to teach you that Yao Shanchang is a leader of Confucianism in the south of the Yangtze River. He has written so many poems. Just one poem will make you feel inferior. But I am a little strange, you haven't even read his poems. However, how can you still have the nerve to call yourself 'White Plum Hero'? Isn't this nickname a self-proclaimed one?

Zhao Mozhi seized the opportunity and immediately turned on the taunting mode.

Li Nuo said calmly: Human energy is limited, so naturally you should choose a topic you like to study. Can Mr. Zhao guarantee that he has learned all the words of the saints?

Ah this...

Zhao Mozhi was really stumped.

At least, he didn't have much interest in the thick Confucian Classics. Because I can't use [One Eye and Ten Lines], I have to read it word by word. If I have this time, wouldn't it be nice to go to the street and flirt with a few little girls?

Of course, Zhao Mozhi, who ranked second in the high school provincial examination, is not a fool. His reaction was also very fast, and he immediately said: You should have studied the poem Flying Snow Crossing the River... 三五片The flying snow paints plum blossoms, and seven or eight river waves turn into flowers... This poem about snow and plum blossoms is listed as a must-learn poem in all major colleges!

Ah? Isn't this poem written by 'Aomei Sage'? What does it have to do with Scholar Yao?

Li Nuo pretended to be a scholar who didn't know anything, with confusion in his eyes.

Hahaha, you are so ignorant! The proud master of plum blossom is the nickname of Chief Yao Shan!

Zhao Mozhi laughed proudly, but he was so excited that air leaked from his mouth without teeth, causing him to suck in air-conditioning from the pain.

The other students also whispered, their eyes full of contempt.

I thought that Mr. Baimei from the north was very powerful, but he was just a bum who was just pretending!

This poem was written by Yao Guangzong. It is a rare masterpiece of praising snow and wild plum blossoms. As long as it is recited by the world for another ten or eight years, it will most likely become a war poem!

How many war poems are there in the entire Confucian Academy?

Just over six hundred songs! And most of them were done by predecessors.

It can be seen that Yao Guangzong's literary talent is naturally not bad.

But this Mr. Baimei doesn't even know this, how can he be a scholar?

Everyone was speculating that this person was definitely pretending to be fat and trying to look familiar.

Li Nuo pretended to be suddenly enlightened, cupped his hands and said: I see, that's disrespectful...

Boy, since you already know your mistake, why don't you kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake?

Zhao Mozhi covered his cheek and said arrogantly.

No, no, no, Brother Zhao misunderstood, Xiaosheng meant...

Li Nuo shook his head, What Xiaosheng means is... this poem is so bad, it's worse than fart!

How dare you, Shuzi!

Yao Guangzong was still stroking his beard, pretending to be calm and composed, waiting for this Mr. Baimei to be shocked and kneel down to admit his mistake. But when he heard such highly insulting words, he was furious.

Li Nuo looked around innocently and asked: Isn't it true? There are only a few words in a poem, but how many numbers are included in this poem? Isn't this too superficial?

Hahaha……

What a clueless idiot...

Mr. Baimei, I advise you to go home quickly and don't embarrass yourself here.

Everyone laughed and laughed again.

Some of Zhao Mozhi's followers even laughed so hard that they almost shed tears.

On the field, only the red lady was still a little sober.

She glanced at Li Nuo in surprise.

It's strange. Why does this routine seem inexplicably familiar?

Yes!

Didn’t you just use it once?

Suppress first and then raise!

Then the little maid suddenly shocked everyone and compared Zhao Mozhi to a black dog.

This is how the shame of scholars was born.

Could it be...

Thinking of this, the red lady's eyes lit up.

Mr. Baimei looked down upon Zhao Mozhi, so he asked his maid to teach him a lesson on his behalf.

And now that Yao Guangzong, a scholar in the Ivy League, is here, wouldn't he just be used as a stepping stone?

This time he wants to operate on Yao Guangzong. Once he succeeds, he will become famous all over the world!

only……

The song Flying Snow Crossing the River is a masterpiece of literary talent and clever rhetoric...

But Mr. Baimei reduced him to nothing. How to break the situation?

Could it be that he could really compose a poem better than Flying Snow Crossing the River?

It's better than that. Isn't it a war poem?

The red lady suddenly became confused again.

Boy, you just don't understand. The only person who can use numbers so superbly is Chief Yao Shan, not even in the era of pre-Qin Confucian sages.

Zhao Mozhi laughed.

Is that so? But isn't it a simple thing to integrate numbers into poetry?

Li Nuo asked pretending to be confused.

And the innocent look on his face would make fellow Oscar-winning actor DiCaprio feel ashamed when he saw it.

Haha, simple? Then why don't you compose a song?

Zhao Mozhi said disdainfully, You've been talking nonsense for so long, aren't you just trying to delay time? I'm telling you, there's no way out! You either have to write a poem about entering the garden quickly, or get out!

Yes, Mr. Baimei, you sound arrogant, but you are always pushing and pushing here. I advise you, don't embarrass yourself here, and take your maid back to the north as soon as possible.

All the students also share the same hatred.

Everyone knows how to choose between the dignified young master of the Zhao family and a northern idiot who pretends to be fat!

Li Nuo pointed at Yao Guangzong and said innocently: But Bachelor Yao didn't write poetry either.

Can this be the same? He is the head of Suiyang Academy, a great scholar in Jiangnan literature and Taoism, and he is also the chief judge of this Lantern Festival Poetry Competition.

Zhao Mozhi waved his hands impatiently, Okay, okay, don't talk about these useless things!

My little friend, how about you write a poem containing numbers? As long as there are five numbers in a poem, I will recognize your literary talent. I will even make you famous through the Jiangnan Scholars!

Yao Guangzong also didn't expect that one day, he would be so angry with a late-backed person that his heart would hurt.

He must get rid of this tone.

And this does not mean that he relied on his elders to bully the younger generation.

After all, he also gave the conditions and lottery prizes, which is very fair!

Although everyone on the scene despised Mr. Baimei, they were all excited at this time.

Yao Daru ended up personally!

This scene will definitely be exciting!

The previous round-faced maid's black dog is white on the body, white dog is swollen on the body made them happy for a long time.

Forget it, I'll just write this poem about entering the garden first...

Seeing the kindness, Li Nuo sighed and began to recite a poem, Ode to Snow!

Yongxue?

Um.

Although the title of the poem is unremarkable, it still fits the scenery.

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces...

Li Nuo's voice was loud, and his chanting method was a bit exaggerated. He pointed at the falling snowflakes outside the pavilion, as if a child was counting.

After this poem was recited, everyone who was listening attentively couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

Ha ha!

“It’s absolutely wonderful!”

I'm laughing so hard. Haha, I'll count the numbers. Hehe, one, two, three, four. There are four numbers in total. Come on, Mr. Baimei. As long as there is another number in the second sentence, then Chief Yao Shan will build momentum for you and become famous. ”

A young man from Jiangnan laughed sarcastically.

Qiluo's face turned pale.

Although she can't compose poetry, she can barely recognize the quality of poetry.

For example, this sentence seems too bland. Can one piece, two pieces, three pieces and four pieces also become a poem?

If this is possible, then she, Qiluo, can also open and close her mouth and recite poetry!

One, two, three or four!

One line, two lines, three or five lines!

Isn’t this okay?

Amid the laughter of the crowd, Li Nuo ignored it and continued to chant: Five, six, seven, eight, ninety pieces!

Hahaha!

The hall burst into laughter, and the laughter sounded like the bells of Qixia Temple. Even the pilgrims and believers in the main hall in front heard it.

It's as expected! These numbers are far beyond the mountain chief's requirements, right?

I admire you so much, I'm so ashamed!

Yao Guangzong also had a smile on his face, mocking himself and sighing: Hey, I keep my word, I will make Mr. Baimei famous!

Hehe, there is no need for the mountain leader to become famous. This will soon become a shame for scholars.

Zhao Mozhi laughed so hard that his face almost cramped.

Ah, you are laughing so hard, Zhao Hei Gouzi!

Qiluo hurriedly defended Li Nuo's face, and even drew out his sword, stood upside down with his eyebrows, and pointed the sword at Zhao Mozhi!

Zhao Mozhi took a few steps back, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He couldn't afford to offend this violent girl!

The red lady also lowered her head helplessly.

When you hear it, you know it is a limerick. It seemed that this young man really couldn't compose poetry, which made her happy in vain.

Her mood seemed a little depressed.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to recite.

Her father's prestige in the family is growing day by day, and her father's first wife has also passed away, so she finally has the opportunity to recognize her ancestor and return to the family line. But precisely because of this, she could no longer wander around the world as before.

However, her eldest niece Nangong Hubo always begged her to take her away from home, saying that she would rather wander around the world than marry Zhao Mozhi, a gentle scum, which made her very embarrassed.

So today she disguised herself as a man and came to Meiyuan, wanting to see what kind of person Zhao Mozhi was.

This look.

He is indeed a polite scumbag.

If my niece gets married, her happiness for the rest of her life will definitely be ruined.

But what can she do if she is a prostitute?

Therefore, she expected that Mr. Baimei could severely attack Zhao Mozhi's arrogance, and it would be best to ruin his reputation. In this way, the niece can escape from the tiger's mouth.

But judging from the current situation, this hope may be dashed.

Li Nuo still ignored the ridicule, and his voice became louder and louder: Thousands of pieces, countless pieces!

Sure enough!

The red lady looked disappointed.

Why.

You shouldn't have any illusions about yourself.

And everyone's eyes also showed pity.

This Mr. Baimei is undoubtedly a fool.

He pretended to be fat and wanted to sneak into Meiyuan to increase his reputation. Now that he was tried like this, he was immediately exposed.

It’s a good thing that Meiyuan Poetry has such a rule for entering poetry, otherwise cats and dogs could sneak in.

The laughter got even louder...

Li Nuo, on the other hand, puffed up his chest, and amidst the raging laughter, he looked as proud as a stubborn proud plum!

He chanted the last sentence——

The plum blossoms are gone when they fly in!

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight or ninety pieces.

Thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flew into the plum blossoms and disappeared!

The first three sentences are straightforward and have no literary grace at all. They are even composed of numbers. But the last sentence, The plum blossoms are gone even after flying in instantly sublimates the idea of ​​this poem!

Although it cannot be turned into a war poem, it has surpassed Yao Guangzong's Flying Snow Crossing the River!

How, how could it be like this...

Zhao Mozhi's smile froze instantly.

His talent is certainly not bad.

After reciting the whole poem again, you will know the beauty of this poem!

The whole poem neither refines the characters nor avoids the repetition of words, and the simple stacking of numbers seems clumsy and cumbersome, and there is no literary talent at all. But in the last sentence, there are twists and turns, and strange peaks suddenly appear in the flat place!

And the word fly makes the lifeless picture flow quietly. Snowflakes fly among the white plum bushes, and it is difficult to distinguish them visually.

The white snow and the white plum blossoms merge into one, and the sky and the earth are all white.

This picture suddenly became grand and profound.

This last sentence really turns decay into magic!

Suddenly, the whole hall was silent and everyone was shocked!

Only the stove in the pavilion is still crackling...