Chapter 19

On the outskirts of Kyoto, sheep pavilion!

A few luxurious carriages stopped by the pavilion, the countryside was cold and windy, and the rolling mountains were light brown.

The sun hanging warm, in the early winter days, people feel a trace of Naizi not lose the warmth.

Ziyang Jushi of Yunlu academy is going to be an official.

It is a great joy for Yunlu academy, which is declining in officialdom.

All the students felt elated and elated that the day of coming out was coming.

In the pavilion, three old people sat opposite each other drinking tea. One of them was wearing a purple robe and his temples were frosty white. He was the protagonist of this farewell.

Yang Gong, Ziqian, was the number one scholar in the 14th year of Yuanjing. The next year he became an official and returned to Yunlu academy to study. In 22 years, he became a famous scholar all over the world.

He was supposed to have a better future, but he left officialdom at the peak of his career. As for this matter, there are many different opinions among scholars. Some people say that he has offended his majesty before he has to be an official.

Some people say that he offended the chief assistant of the current Dynasty, and only when his means were inferior to those of others could he get rid of them.

But anyway, 22 years later, he finally came out of the mountain. He went to Qingzhou to serve as an envoy.

A real feudal official.

The other two have the same status, not to mention their status in Yunlu Academy. Their reputation outside is not inferior to that of Ziyang Jushi.

Li mubai, who wears a grey robe and has a goatee, is a great power hand. He once said that the poetry of the chess world is the path, and that it can't govern the country or benefit the people, and that it is philistine and elegant..... Xu Erlang just wanted to say that, considering that he is now preparing to use the Philistine and elegant path to please the old generation, he swallowed the words and said vaguely.

Uncle Yong looked at him in surprise, but he didn't mention it!

Li mubai, a great power hand, sighed: "brother Yang, you will not waste more than 20 years if you want to have half of their delicacy."

Ziyang Jushi smiles.

"That's not right," said Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war. "Brother Yang is ambitious, and he is paving the way for" Liming. "

Hearing the speech, Ziyang Jushi sighed: "after all, I was expelled from officialdom."

"It's not your problem. Those people who came from Guozijian won't watch Yunlu academy turn over."

"Hum, a group of villains who only know how to flatter the superior and bully the inferior, and play tricks on the power, have made the world like this in less than 200 years."

It involves an interesting history.

Confucianism originated from sages. Bailu academy, as a college founded by the great disciples of sages, boasts of Confucian orthodoxy. The same is true.

But two hundred years ago, because of the struggle for the country's foundation, it was completely rejected by the emperor at that time.

At this time, a traitor appeared in Bailu academy, which is what Bailu academy thinks.

The traitor used to be a teacher in Bailu Academy. He took this opportunity to set up his own house, to please the emperor with the idea of "preserving natural principles and eliminating human desires". With the support of the emperor, he established the Imperial College and became a great master.

After that, the Academy became the main transportation institution.

The dispute over Confucian orthodoxy lasted for two hundred years.

Ziyang Jushi said in a deep voice, "I'm going to open up territory for Bailu academy and lay the foundation of officialdom. But it's not enough for me to revive the Academy's past style. We need to work together and outstanding young people."

Li mubai and Zhang Shen looked at each other with a smile. The latter turned his head and looked at the students outside the pavilion: "is there anyone willing to write a poem and send it to Ziyang Jushi?"

"To recite poetry, you have to be colorful, otherwise it's boring." Ziyang Ju Shi took off a purple jade from his waist: "those who are the top bloggers can get jade pendant."

The jade pendant has a wonderful purple light.

The eyes of the students outside the pavilion are all shining up. The great Confucian carries the jade pendant with him. He is baptized by his talent and has a magical connotation. If they can get it, it will definitely be of great benefit.

At the same time, there is a deeper meaning for Ziyang residents to use Ziyu as a color head.

The belongings of the elders are only given to the younger generation and students. That is to say, if you take this jade pendant, you are my person... My student.

"Students are willing to write a poem to see off Ziyang residents." A tall and straight student, wearing a green Confucian shirt and a jade pendant around his waist, steps out and bows to the three great scholars in the pavilion.

Li mubai said with a smile: "this is my student Zhu tuizhi. He has some poetic talent."

Ziyang Ju Shi smiles and nods.

After the student named Zhu tuizhi recited the farewell poem, Ziyang Jushi's smile became more and more profound, and he was obviously very satisfied.

"Not bad." Zhang Shen, a great master of the art of war, praised him without much comment. The two great Confucians here have more poetic talents than him.

But a good beginning may not have a good ending. The following scenes can be described as Dogtail.

The following poems are not satisfactory and barely qualified.

Li mubai said with emotion: "since the Guozijian re annotated the classics of sages, preserving natural principles and eliminating human desires, the world's students can only stick to the classics and bury themselves in the verses. As time goes by, they are trapped in the situation of "shackles of rhetoric, separation and tediousness". There is no spirit in the poems. "Speaking of the back, I feel sad.

This is also the reason why Confucianism began to decline in modern times. Two hundred years forward, the famous saying of Confucianism is: Buddhism is great, Taoism is great, short oil, Warlock is also good. The sorcerer who has found a new way is also very intelligent, which is worthy of praise... Oh, vulgar warrior, please go out. This is a gathering of elegant people. By the way, take the demons with you. The rest of you, with all due respect, are rubbish!

That's what Confucianism used to do.

And now?

Major cultivation systems: what's the matter, little brother?

Confucianists shiver: MMP.

Ziyang Jushi sighed, "just don't mention these. Students, who else would like to write poems? "

There was no one for a long time.

Zhu tuizhi stares at Ziyu, his eyes are blazing, and he thinks it's in his bag.

"I have a poem, sir." Xu Xinnian walked out of the crowd and came to the pavilion.

He is deliberately silent until now, he is low-key and modest, and does not want to throw out good poems too early to embarrass his classmates. Absolutely and he once and Zhu tuizhi mutually vomit fragrance has no half a cent relation.