Liu Juzheng, a fourth-rank Confucian scholar, was worshiped by Fengge Zhongshusheren. He was equivalent to the secretary of the Prime Minister Zhongshu Ling and Zhongshu Shilang, and was also one of the candidates for the future prime minister.
He looks forty years old, but is actually over eighty years old. He is not tall, has an unattractive appearance, and is slightly stout. He hangs around all day long, and his face looks rosy, but his eyes are always filled with sadness.
Although Chen Yanjun met Liu Sheren for the first time, the original owner knew him well.
Because 16 years ago, Liu Juzheng, like the original owner, was a poor scholar from a small place.
Fifty years ago, Liu Juzheng was the top student in high school and immediately entered the Imperial College to teach Confucian classics.
After living in Chang'an City, which is rich in spiritual energy for a long time, one day I suddenly condensed my energy and formed an elixir, and automatically entered the first level. Only then did I realize how high my talent is!
He started practicing Confucianism at the age of twenty-three, and rose to the rank of fourth-rank Confucian master in just thirty years. Unfortunately, because he missed the golden age of cultivation, he did not make any progress in the next thirty years. He was just one step away from being a great Confucian master.
Ten years ago, I joined Feng Pavilion as an official. I wanted to take the official path to gain power and influence, and to obtain spiritual resources and secret method practice.
It's a pity that he comes from a humble background, has an average level of flattery, and is unwilling to do truly evil things. As a result, he has been an official for ten years, and he is still a Samaritan... You must know that other Samaritans are generally only fifth or sixth grade.
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In the past few years, I have been depressed and depressed, so I simply lay down and wandered around the land of fireworks...
Chen Yanjun suddenly realized that the humble fourth-grade Confucian scholar Liu Juzheng in front of him was already as high as a poor boy in this society could reach.
It stands to reason that the fourth-grade Confucian master is no longer weak, but Chang'an City is at the foot of the emperor, and there are more than a hundred strong third-grade men. A fourth-grade Confucian master with no background has to bow his head.
However, what Chen Yanjun didn't know was that Liu Juzheng had recently met his noble lady, Mrs. Zhang.
If he can get along with Mrs. Zhang, he can get along with Eunuch Qiu, join the Shence Army, seek a powerful official position, and get more high-level cultivation resources to attack the third level.
The three provinces and six ministries, Fengge Luantai, have long become a puppet organization that only obeys the orders of Eunuch Qiu.
This time, Liu Juzheng was secretly invited by the Zhang family to write twelve poems on twelve themes for Mr. Zhang in advance. If the topics on the spot exceeded the outline, he would compose poems temporarily and secretly pass them on to Mr. Zhang using a secret method.
However, getting drunk was not part of the plan...
Huo Longwei shouted sharply:
"This is Princess Ping An!"
Only then did Liu Juzheng realize that what he had just said had insulted the princess. He was so frightened that he was half drunk and knelt down quickly.
Before she even knelt down, she heard Mrs. Zhang from the guest seat saying coldly:
"Master Liu is also a fourth-grade scholar in Fengge Luantai. He will be the prime minister in the future. How can he kneel down casually?"
In fact, officials in the Tang Dynasty did not need to kneel down when meeting the emperor, but some did dance.
"Sober up and take a closer look. The person sitting on the throne is the princess, not your majesty. Keep the gold under your knees to serve the people of the Tang Dynasty."
"Hurry up and apologize to the princess!"
Mrs. Zhang makes big things small.
Chen Yanjun listened silently, always feeling that Mrs. Zhang was too strong. Could it be that she was Eunuch Qiu's old lover before he entered the palace?
When Liu Juzheng heard this, he had to stand back. He had to bow to the princess, grimaced, crossed his hands and said:
"Liu drank too much just now and offended the princess. Please punish her!"
Chen Yanjun looked at the curvature of his bow, which showed the spirit of Japanese craftsmanship.
Although he is clearly the strongest in the audience, he is submissive to the princess and Mrs. Zhang, and has no aura of a strong person at all.
So real.
It is true that the world respects the strong, but it is not based on individuals, but on background and power.
A poor boy with extraordinary talents works hard all his life, but in the end he is just a dog for the powerful.
Chen Yanjun thought to himself that it was a good thing he had a plug-in, otherwise he would just lie there without explaining.
Li Chan saw Liu Juzheng being so groveling, with a bitter look on his face, so he didn't care anymore.
"I've always heard that Liu Sheren is extremely talented. It's already depressing to just be a Sheren. There's no need to punish him anymore."
Liu Juzheng breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you princess for your generosity!"
Mrs. Zhang didn’t say any pleasantries and said straight to the point:
"Master Liu is amazingly talented in poetry and prose, and he has always been impartial. I happened to meet him today and asked him to help me blindly review the masterpieces of the two young masters. I wonder if Master Liu can do this small favor?"
Liu Juzheng quickly bent down and nodded:
"Liu, you will definitely fulfill your mission!"
…
Lean less.
The poem begins.
Chen Yanjun and Mr. Zhang sat face to face at the Eight Immortals Table.
In front of him were paper, ink, pen and inkstone, as well as a lit stick of incense.
Liu Juzheng then took his seat, picked up the tea cup, looked at the two talents, and inexplicably thought of himself when he was young.
Li Chan said impatiently:
"Open the title of the poem quickly."
The matchmaker led by the Zhang family was responsible for untying the paper balls with poem titles written by Cheng Zhiang in advance.
"Using mountain climbing as the title, I write about my spiritual practice, limited to seven rules, and limited to one stick of incense."
When Li Chan heard this, she turned to look at Cheng Zhiang who was standing beside her, frowned and complained:
"Dr. Cheng, I asked you to give me a question. Is this how you deceive Mr. Chen? How can he, a mortal, have any spiritual enlightenment?"
Cheng Zhiang was speechless for a moment.
He does have some selfish motives.
He has a lot of knowledge, but he has been unable to enter the imperial examination for many years. He thinks that he has been abandoned by the times, so he wants to hear the young people's insights on spiritual practice and what they have learned.
It just so happened that Mr. Zhang lived with the army all year round and did not enter the imperial examination until he returned to Chang'an as an adult.
Although Mr. Chen is a mortal, he seems to have extraordinary abilities, and he may have some insights into nourishing Qi.
Zhang Wei was relieved when he heard the title of the poem.
He quickly regained his composure. Seeing Dr. Cheng's embarrassment, he opened his folding fan and excused himself:
"Why don't ordinary people have spiritual enlightenment? The enlightenment of failure is also enlightenment, and it will even be more profound, enough to wake up the world and avoid taking detours."
Chen Yanjun said nothing.
It feels like someone is targeting him as a copycat...
Who in normal ancient times would have any spiritual enlightenment?
It can only be approximated by feelings.
In addition, it must be written on the surface that mountain climbing is limited to seven rules and one stick of incense.
The first song that came to his mind was Su Shi's "Inscribed on the Western Forest Wall" with a similar theme.
Viewed horizontally, it looks like a ridge and a peak on the side, with different heights near and far.
I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.
——The poem is good and quite insightful, but it’s a pity that it’s not Qilu.
The second song that comes to mind is "Ascend the High" by Du Fu.
The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan.
The endless falling trees rustle, the endless Yangtze River rolls in...
——Mountain Mountain, Qilu, was written after the Anshi Rebellion. The original owner of Chen Yanjun had never heard of this poem in this world.
Unfortunately, it is not about spiritual practice or reading insights.
After much thought, I couldn't think of a suitable one.
This time, it was really difficult for him, a master of copywriting and public collection!
Fortunately, he is a student of the Chinese Department after all.
If it doesn't work, just write an original second-rate seven-rhyme song based on the insights from the third realm of nourishing qi.
He had already thought of the name: "Climbing Wuzhishan".
I thought about a few sentences, but I can’t bear to read them...
It seems that both the original owner and Chen Yanjun himself have average poetic talents.
Poetry, after all, is an art, and it cannot be mastered by simply studying Chinese for four years.
Chen Yanjun meditated hard and recalled the poems of various dynasties in previous lives, but he could not find any famous poems about mountain climbing and enlightenment.
At this time, he suddenly realized a problem.
Why did the copycats in those online novels in previous lives always copy poems so smoothly that they fit perfectly into the plot?
He suddenly understood.
It turns out that the author first selected the poem and then designed a plot that fit the poem.
But in real situations, what a copywriter encounters is a propositional composition, which has many restrictions...
Without the strong support of the author, it would be difficult to be a copywriter!
Fortunately, Chen Yanjun had already won the previous competition, otherwise he would be a bit panicked in this situation.
Chen Yanjun raised his head and glanced at the princess... The sword beside him was absolutely extraordinary, and he wanted it a little bit.
Moreover, Mrs. Zhang's expression just now was too hateful. She said that poetry should never be attacked by surprise.
My copycat must plagiarize today!
Chen Yanjun looked particularly calm, but he was thinking hard and couldn't find a suitable poem.
When I looked up, I saw that 80% of the stick of spiritual sandalwood had been burned away.
Cui Yourong, Xiao Yue, and Du Qiuzhuo next to the princess all had sweaty palms because of nervousness.
Very strange feeling.
Obviously Chen Yanjun has won in martial arts, but everyone still doesn't want to see him lose in poetry.
It can be seen that people in the Tang Dynasty attached great importance to poetry. Only those with amazing poetry can be regarded as true talents!
At the same time, Mr. Zhang, who was opposite the Eight Immortals table, seemed to have finished writing.
Seeing that Chen Yanjun was still thinking hard and had not yet finished writing, he whispered in a very low voice:
"You don't have to force yourself. We're just mortals. It's not a shame to write about landscapes and flowers."
Chen Yanjun was suddenly startled.
Landscapes, flowers and willows...
Mountain darkly, vista!
Seven laws!
Enlightenment!
The author, Lu You, was from the Song Dynasty!
The only problem is that it is not very relevant, visiting a mountain village instead of mountain climbing.
But it’s not a big problem. Cultivation is not only about climbing to the top, but sometimes you also have to look at the scenery along the way.
"Thank you!"
Chen Yanjun quickly cupped his fists to say thank you, then buried his head in writing quickly.
After a while, I wrote four lines of poetry in running lines——
Don't laugh at the farmer's wine, which is thick with wax. In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
Mountain darkly, vista.
The flutes and drums follow the Spring Society, and the simple and ancient style of clothing remains.
From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door at night with my sword in hand.
——"Visit Shanxi Village"
However, in order to fit in with the characteristics of the times and his spiritual enlightenment, he changed the word "holding a stick" in the last sentence to "holding a sword", which lowered the level of the poem a hundred million points.
It's enough to beat Mr. Zhang, so as not to become famous as a poet, which feels quite embarrassing.
It means climbing mountains to find the legendary swordsman and hermit, and encountering all kinds of quaint mortal lives on the way...
Although there are some forced explanations, Chen Yanjun can't copy anything better at the moment, so he can only make do with it.
What's more, blending into mortal life is indeed a kind of practice!
For example, the transformation into mortals in the cultivation novel "Xian Ni" is written in this way.
For example, seniors Chen Yanjun and Han Ping have both reached the third level of Qi nourishing and can practice it in the daily lives of mortals.
If others don't understand, it means they haven't reached the realm yet, so don't blame them!
Stable.
Extremely stable!
…
The sandalwood burns out.
It's time.
A young boy from the Cui family came over, copied the two poems again, and handed them to Liu Sheren.
Liu Juzheng put down the tea cup and picked up one of the poems first.
The calligraphy of Xiaosi is really ugly...
Liu Juzheng pretended to be displeased and had no intention of taking a closer look. He began to read the poem while recognizing the characters.
"The first song, "Climbing Bailu Mountain on a Snowy Night"
"Ahem, Liu said one more thing. Bailu Mountain is a sacred Confucian scene in the outer city. Many people have been there. We cannot judge that this poem was written by Mr. Zhang... Mortals can go up there these days."
"I'll read it through first, and you can listen to it."
"
The snow falls on the clear pool and covers the carp with warmth, while the clouds swallow the green trees and the sparrows are frightened by the cold.
The wind whispers and the night is quiet, and the shadows confuse the bright lights and candles are far away.
The morning valley is painted in white and shallow, with rays of rays splashing ink and smoke floating in the sky.
The lonely fly is tired and has no place to land. The mountains are covered with frost and I don’t know where to return.
"
Chen Yanjun frowned, the more he listened, the more something was wrong.