Tang Yu fell into silence, and needles could be heard in Shengchun Garden.

Chen Ang was fifty years old, but at this time he was as nervous as a child, looking at Tang Yu with his eyes tightly, afraid of missing a subtle expression on Tang Yu's face.

After a long time, Tang Yu still didn't say anything, so he couldn't help but leaned forward and said:

"Mr. Tang, if you have any questions, please say it bluntly. I can definitely bear it..."

Tang Yu turned his head to look at Chen Ang, as if he had made a great decision, and bowed: "Master Chen, I have a reluctant request..."

"Young Master, but it's okay!"

Chen Ang's heart was almost about to reach his throat, and scholars' words were very tactful. Tang Yu said he had a reluctant request, and the first thing he thought of was that Tang Yu wanted to modify his poems.

He was both a little disappointed and excited.

The disappointment was because his hard work and his masterpiece was flawed after all.

And the excitement is that Tang Yuru can really express another good sentence because of this poem, which will definitely give him great touch and insight. Maybe his poem will greatly improve.

When writing poetry as a literary method, one must not only have talent but also have a mind and vision. The so-called atmosphere is the soul of poetry.

The poem of Tang Yu, "Spring Dawn", is like the morning breeze and waning moon, graceful and exquisite, making people intoxicated.

"About Wine" is like a river flowing eastward, majestic and grand, making people excited.

The talents of these two poems are certainly amazing, but what is even more admirable is that they are so energetic and bold at a young age, and their aura is comparable to those of the great masters of the world.

Chen Ang had long admired Tang Yu in his heart, and he only wanted Tang Yu to finish his poems as soon as possible and point out his shortcomings.

"Teacher Chen, it's true that I have been sick since I was a child and my body has been weak. Especially in the past few months, I was seriously ill and almost died. Thanks to the careful care of Uncle Zhou Shi's family, my body has gradually improved recently. However, after experiencing a serious illness, my knowledge has been abandoned.

I have even forgotten a lot of saint classics, and I have always been very distressed..."

Tang Yu said softly, and when he said this, he paused and said:

"Today I saw Master Chen's poem, and I used it to view people. I admire Master Chen's talent and demeanor. Reading this poem can show the Master's ups and downs of experience. Reading this poem can show the rigorous spirit of studying, and later studying Tang Yu is deeply impressed.

So I beg the Master to teach me the way of the saints again, teach me scriptures and scriptures... I hope Master will not refuse..."

After Tang Yu finished speaking, he bowed deeply, with a serious expression and extremely sincere expression.

Chen Ang shook all over, and he was stunned and could hardly believe his ears.

"I... my own talent can teach Master Tang like this..."

His hands were trembling, he stepped forward, and said in a trembling voice: "Young Master Tang, you must not..."

He wanted to reach out to help Tang Yu, but where could he help him?

"If the Master does not agree, later students of Tang Yu will not get up..."

Chen Ang stopped again, feeling inexplicably excited, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"What kind of virtue can I do in this life? How can I get so recognized by the top talent in Wuling?"

Looking back on my life, I took the provincial examination six times in total, failed one by one, and practiced the classics throughout my life, but I did not receive the favor of the saints, and I still have no chance to practice.

In the face of despair, fortunately, the Zhou family was benevolent and righteous, so he hired him as his teacher, so he was able to have a bite of food.

However, in Lishui Middle School, he often encountered various ridicule and humiliation, especially Ma Tengyue. Relying on his fame as a high-level student, he even mocked and mocked him.

Depressed and unsuccessful, and depressed in his heart, it is naturally expressed in his poems.

Tang Yu said that from poetry to his bumpy life, it can be said that it hit his heart and touched him so much that it completely lost its composure.

When he heard Tang Yu say that he was rigorous in his academic research all his life, he was extremely flattered.

As a down-and-out scholar, he has failed in his life. All he hears are all kinds of ridicule and humiliating words. Who can say such praise?

What's more, this sentence was spoken by Tang Yu, a talented man who just got the poem at the beginning of the Wuling March Poetry Club. It was even more worthless and meaningful.

Chen Ang only felt that this sentence was worth it in his life.

"Young Master... I have no virtue and ability? I will have no regrets even if I can get this from my son..."

Chen Ang immediately fell to the ground, crying bitterly, and his depression in his heart was released in an instant. The inexplicable excitement and excitement made him unable to control himself...

Seeing Chen Ang reacting so hard, Tang Yu knew that the matter had been done and felt relieved.

As a man on Earth, although Tang Yu is introverted, it is easy to say a few flattering words.

Tang Yu was very happy that a few flattering words could solve such a big problem.

However, Chen Ang's reaction was a bit too big, which made him feel that he had said too much. However, this old man was really a bit cute. He said he was sick and that when he formally studied classics, the other party would understand it.

Shengchun Garden suddenly became lively.

Tang Yu's behavior of becoming a disciple surprised everyone, but soon everyone was praised.

"Young Master Tang is really a person with a temperament. He decisively became a disciple because of a poem. This will surely become a good story in the Wuling academic community." The second master of the Zhou family praised.

"My Zhou family students should learn from the rigorous academic style of Mr. Tang, relying on their talents but not arrogant. A saint said that there must be my teacher. Mr. Tang is a model who is well versed in the ways of saints. You must learn more about the academic style of Mr. Tang..." Zhou Ruhai said loudly.

The young scholars of the Zhou family also spoke one by one, making Tang Yu feel embarrassed.

Chen Ang was the most excited. Today's heart-wrenching poem made Tang Yu so sure, so he was already very happy.

He was even more proud and excited to be able to receive Tang Yu's ceremony of apprenticeship.

How dare he regard Tang Yu as his disciple in his heart?

I had no doubt about Tang Yu telling me that I had lost my memory due to illness.

I just feel that I have countless disciples in my life and that I can accept such a genius disciple in my later years is God's favor.

Even if he sacrificed his life, he would make up for Tang Yu's memory. In the future, he would be as tall as Tang Yu could reach the temple, which would be considered as a replacement for him to fulfill his unfulfilled wish in his life.

Under Tang Yu's insistence, incense tables and other items were quickly arranged in Shengchun Garden. Tang Yu formally bowed three times and bowed nine times, and gave a great ceremony to become a disciple.

Chen Ang changed into a brand new green robe, and he seemed to be ten years younger. He excitedly helped Tang Yu up and said:

"I, Chen Ang, will be content to accept you as a disciple in this life. From tomorrow, I will resign from the position of Master of Lishui Middle School and help the young master re-educate the saints at home. I think there is no objection to the boss..."
Chapter completed!