The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

The seven hundred and twenty-seventh chapters each show their magical powers, and there are branches of plums in the corner!

As one of the 72 sages of Confucianism and the dean of Baihe Academy, he is one of the Taoism in Confucianism.

Considered by Confucianists as a small sage village in Sacred Land, a place of study that many scholars dream of, Shi Zhichang is the resident teacher there.

Yan Hui, the sub-head of Confucianism, had a life and death relationship with Shi Zhichang, and the relationship between the two was irreversible.

It can be said that a request is made to Mr. Shi Zhichang, and outsiders do not talk about it. For all Confucianists, this is a more precious prize than the ring of Sumeru.

Zhao Ling’er even saw that many Confucianists on the fifth floor had red eyes and was very excited.

“In half an hour, you can write your own poems on rice paper, and don’t forget to write your own name!”

“One more thing, the entire Guangling city is enveloped by my literary spirit. If the students make poems that enter the product, they will not show the vision of heaven and earth. This is to fulfill my previous promise!”

“I don’t care whether the poems you make are included in the grade, or the number of grades. I only look at the artistic conception of your poems. If not, I will choose Fan Shi!”

This sentence gave many students great confidence.

As we all know, Confucianism is one of Taoism, and most teachers, including Yan Hui and Fu Nian and other sub-sages, will also take the ‘Confucianism’ as the basis in consideration of their poetry attainments.

Your poem is third rank and his poem is fourth rank, so his poem is definitely better than yours.

But Shi Zhichang is different. His poetic attainments are top-notch in the entire Confucianism. He looks at poetry and only looks at the artistic conception you want to describe, and does not follow Confucianism and Taoism, which is considered an alternative.

But this also gave some students with low poetry attainments a lot of confidence.

In terms of being a teacher, Shi Zhichang said that Confucianism is second, but Yan Hui dare not call first.

Not only the Confucian scholars on the fifth floor, but Shi Zhichang’s book boy, conveyed the old man’s meaning to the four floors below.

The Confucianists in the entire Tianyahaige are about to go to heaven with joy.

This Great Cold Festival is destined to stir up the entire Confucianism.

Half an hour passed quickly, and the maid took one sheet after another of rice paper, which amounted to thousands of copies.

Shi Zhichang did not ask Shutong or Liu Mang and Lin Tiannan to delete some of the really inferior poems. He read them one by one, and the speed was very fast.

The next part, including Zhao Linger, looked nervously at Shi Zhichang.

Lin Yueru is no exception. She didn’t learn Lin Tiannan and entered Confucianism, but chose to cultivate Taoism.

But under the influence of her childhood, she naturally had a deep affection for the poems, so she also wrote a poem and handed it in.

In Lin Yueru’s heart, if you want to be her husband, the first and most important one is a poem, you must be Transcendent.

So even if you are the number one in the world, you are a man of Yushu, but you don’t know poetry? Sorry, Lin Yueru won’t look at you more.

This is the waywardness of Miss Lin Jiabao!

Soon, Shi Zhichang raised a piece of rice paper.

“This person wrote a poem called “Crescent Bay”. The copyist, I won’t say the name. You leave Tianya Haige by yourself. I don’t have a student like you in Confucianism!”

The students on the fifth floor heard this sentence, and the book boy passed it on. The students on the four floors below also learned about it.

In the crowd, some people leave, not just one person, those people are copyists!

“Don’t you know, Mr. Shi Zhichang, once used great energy and hard work to inscribe all the classics in the world, and all of them were collected into Baihe Academy, and the most prestigious Confucianism’Tingshu Pavilion’ was built, this world poetry The old gentleman has already memorized it by heart, and he dared to plagiarize in front of the old gentleman. What a death!”

“The plagiarism is too Damn it, but unfortunately I met an old gentleman with top accomplishments in poetry, this is a kick!”

“The old gentleman is too kind. He even asked the plagiarists to leave without saying their first name. If they say their last name or first name, it is estimated that those Damn it people will be listed by the 72nd Academy of Confucianism and Taoism tomorrow. blacklist!”

On the fifth floor, Zhao Linger was worried about plagiarism before, but now he feels relieved.

This kind and kind old gentleman seems to have real talents.

The two extraordinary poems, when they were written, evoked the vigour of the writing. Those are the visions that can only appear in the original poems, so Zhao Linger doesn’t worry that the plagiarism will fall on him.

Soon, Mr. Shi Zhichang had already read more than a thousand sheets of rice paper.

With a glance at each piece of rice paper, he could see whether it was good or bad. Only the rice paper he had read was handed to Liu Mang and Lin Tiannan by the book boy.

There are also some poems that have entered the product. Liu Mang and Lin Tiannan nod their heads and admire them again and again, but they don’t like it at all.

Not long after, Shi Zhichang turned the rice paper mechanically, and then the motion of shaking his head suddenly condensed.

Everyone on the fifth floor was instantly shocked.

It seems that Mr. Shi Zhichang has seen his favorite poems.

Picking up a piece of rice paper, Shi Zhichang looked at it for a long time before closing his eyes and chanting silently in his heart several times before nodding his head continuously.

“Next, I will read a poem to everyone, and I invite students to listen attentively!”

“There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han leaves alone.

Yao knows that it is not snow, only the fragrance comes! ”

“The poem is called “Plum Blossom”!”

As soon as Shi Zhichang’s voice fell, a large number of noisy discussions sounded on the fifth floor.

“A good poem, a good poem, with a clear artistic conception, especially the last two sentences. I know that it is not snow, but the fragrance comes. This sentence is clear and hazy. It is really rare!”

“Twenty characters describe the spirit of the plum blossom vividly and vividly, which is fascinating. It is at least the sixth rank fairy poem, or even higher, it is possible to reach the hymn level!”

“Old Mr. Shi Zhichang is really insightful. He can see this poem at a glance among more than a thousand poems. Whose poem is this? Could it be a great Confucian who walked into the wind?!”

“It is rumored that Young Master Linfeng is best to write Mei, it is really possible!”

On the fifth floor, many people already looked at Bu Linfeng with inquiring eyes.

Bu Linfeng’s expression was slightly embarrassed. Before he could speak, many people had already stepped forward to compliment him.

“Young Master Linfeng, congratulations, this poem is at least the sixth rank, and Young Master has created another peak!”

“Young Master Linfeng deserves to be a disciple of Mr. Shi Zhichang. I am beyond the reach of such poetic knowledge!”

“Ahem!”

Bu Linfeng hurriedly coughed twice, then smiled bitterly: “Everyone, I’m sorry, I didn’t write this poem!”