On the outskirts of Kyoto, Sheep Pavilion!
Several luxurious carriages were parked by the pavilion, the outskirts were cold and windy, and the rolling hills were light brown.
The sun is hanging warmly, and in the early winter days, people feel a touch of warmth that is not inferior to Naoko.
Ziyang Layman of Yunlu Academy is about to go into office.
For Yunlu Academy, which is declining in officialdom, it is a great joy.
The gentlemen of the academy sang at the festival, and the students rejoiced.
In the pavilion, three old men were sitting facing each other drinking tea. One of them was wearing a purple robe and had white temples. He was the protagonist of this farewell.
Yang Gong, courtesy name Ziqian, no. The following year, he went to work and returned to Yunlu Academy to study. In the past 22 years, he became a famous scholar in the world.
He should have a better future, and it is not a problem to enter the cabinet to pay respects, but he left the officialdom sadly at the peak of his prosperity. Regarding this matter, there are many opinions among the scholars, and some people say that he has offended His Majesty, so he has to go to office.
Some people say that he offended the first assistant of the dynasty, and his methods were not as good as others, so he rolled up his clothes and rolled people in despair.
But no matter what, after 22 years, he finally came out of the mountain again. Go to Qingzhou to serve as an ambassador.
The real frontier officials.
The other two's identities are also not low, not to mention their status in Yunlu Academy, just their reputation outside, they are not inferior to Ziyang Jushi.
Wearing a gray robe and wearing a goat beard, Li Mubai is a great national player. He used to be known as the best chess player in the world. Five years ago, he had three games with Wei Yuan and Duke Wei.
The man in the blue robe is called Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war. The Six Shu of the Art of War written in his early years is still a must-read publication for military attachés and generals of the Great Feng Dynasty.
He is the only master of the art of war in Dafeng who can be compared with Wei Yuan.
Outside the pavilion stood a group of students who were seeing off, all of them potential students from Yunlu Academy.
New Year's Eve is among them.
"Mr. Ziyang has finally come out of the mountains. If we can gain his appreciation, we will have a successful official career in the future." A familiar classmate whispered: "Farewell, are you ready for poetry?"
My brother prepared it for me, and it was half of the seven laws. Xu Xinian looked at the pavilion, and said lightly: "Scribbled half of the first, Uncle Yong, you are too utilitarian."
Qilu poetry has a strict rhythm, and requires that the number of words in the verses is uniform, composed of eight lines, each sentence has seven characters, and every two sentences is a couplet, a total of four couplets.
Xu Qi'an gave him only two couplets of the Seven Laws. Xu New Year's question after dinner, cousin hesitantly diverted the topic, that is, not to give the last two couplets.
"This is not utilitarian, Xuehai is like Huanhai, working hard as a boat and drilling camps for pulp." A friend said that he seemed to know that Xu Xinnian was not good at poetry, so he didn't ask more.
"Uncle Yong is right. Now the officialdom is corrupt, and the subordinate officials cooperate with corrupt officials to fish the common people. There are natural disasters year after year. If you want to change the situation, you have to be more active." Another student participated in the topic.
The student named Uncle Yong nodded and looked at Xu New Year: "You always say that poetry is a trail, but no matter how good your writing is, after decades, who will remember you? But poetry can be handed down from generation to generation."
Poetry is a trail. It cannot govern the country or benefit the people. It is arty Xu Erlang just wanted to say so, considering that he is now preparing to use arty trails to please the seniors, he swallowed the words and hummed vaguely.
Uncle Yong looked at him in surprise, but he didn't even raise his bar!
The great national player Li Mubai sighed: "Brother Yang, if you wanted to be as exquisite as theirs back then, you wouldn't waste more than 20 years."
Layman Ziyang smiled.
"That's not right," Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, smiled and drank tea: "Brother Yang is very ambitious, and he is paving the way for the 'establishing destiny'."
Hearing this, Layman Ziyang sighed, "After all, he was excluded from officialdom."
"This is not your problem. Those people from the Imperial College will not watch our Yunlu Academy turn over."
"Hmph, a group of villains who only know how to bully the superior and the inferior, and play tricks and tricks. In less than two hundred years, they have brought disaster to the world like this."
This matter involves an interesting history.
Confucianism originated from sages, and Bailu Academy, as an academy founded by the great disciples of sages, prides itself on the orthodoxy of Confucianism. The same is true.
But two hundred years ago, because of the dispute over the country, he was completely rejected by the emperor at that time.
At this time, a traitor appeared in Bailu Academy, and Bailu Academy thought so.
The traitor was originally a teacher of Bailu Academy. He took this opportunity to establish his own business and to please the emperor with the idea of 'preserving the principles of nature and destroying human desires'.
After that, Guozijian replaced Yunlu Academy as the main transport institution for officials of the imperial court.
The struggle for Confucian orthodoxy also lasted for two hundred years.
Master Ziyang said solemnly: "I'm going here to expand the territory of Bailu Academy and lay the foundation for officialdom, but if I want to revive the academy's past style, I'm not enough alone, I need to work together, and more importantly, outstanding young people. people."
Li Mubai and Zhang Shen looked at each other and smiled, the latter turned his head and looked at the students outside the pavilion: "Is there anyone willing to write a poem and send one to lay master Ziyang?"
"You have to be lucky when you recite poetry, otherwise it's boring." Ziyang layman took off a purple jade from his waist: "Those who are the top winners can get jade pendants."
The purple light of the jade pendant circulates, and it is extraordinary.
The eyes of the students outside the pavilion lit up, and the great scholar carried the jade pendant with him. He was baptized by talent, and the inner magic was magical. If they could get it, it would definitely be of great benefit.
At the same time, Ziyang Jushi used purple jade as the color head, which has a deeper meaning.
The belongings of the elders are only given to juniors and students. That is to say, take this jade pendant, little brother, you are my person and my student.
"The student would like to compose a poem to see off the monk Ziyang." A tall and straight student wearing a blue Confucian shirt and a jade pendant around his waist stepped out and bowed his hands to the three great Confucian scholars in the pavilion.
Li Mubai smiled and said, "This is my student Zhu Tuizhi, who is quite poetic."
Layman Ziyang smiled and nodded.
After the student named Zhu Tuizhi recited the farewell poem, the smile on Ziyang Layman's face became deeper and he was obviously very satisfied.
"Not bad." Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, praised it without adding any more comments. The two great Confucians present here are more poetic than him.
But a good beginning may not have a good ending, and the next scene can probably be described as a dog's tail.
The poems in the back are unsatisfactory, barely qualified.
Li Mubai said with emotion: "Since Guozijian has re-annotated the sage's classics, keeping the principle of heaven and destroying people's desires, the students all over the world can only stick to the classics and bury their heads in the words and chapters. Over time, they have fallen into the situation of 'fettered by words, disjointed and cumbersome' and unable to extricate themselves. No more spirituality."
Speaking of the back, I was heartbroken.
This is also the reason why Confucianism began to weaken in modern times. Pushing it forward two hundred years, the famous Confucian saying is: Buddhism is great, Taoism is great, short oil, and warlocks are also good. Gu Masters who have taken a different approach are also very spiritual and worthy of praise. The vulgar warriors invite you out. This is a gathering of elegant people. By the way, take away the aliens of the demon race. The rest of you here, with all due respect, are rubbish!
That's how Confucianism was in the beginning.
now what
Major Cultivation Systems: What's wrong, little brother
Confucian shivering: mmp.
Lay Master Ziyang sighed, "Forget it, let's not mention these. Students, who else would like to write poetry?"
No one was there for a long time.
Zhu Tuizhi stared at Ziyu with fiery eyes, feeling that this was what he had in his pocket.
"Sir, I have a poem." Xu Xinnian walked out of the crowd and came to the pavilion.
He has deliberately been silent until now. He is low-key and humble, and he doesn't want to throw out a good poem too early to embarrass his classmates. It has absolutely nothing to do with him and Zhu Tuizhi exhaling fragrance to each other.