"Master..." Li Changan calmed down and picked up the Thousand Miles Transmission Note.
"How is it?" Gu Weidao asked hurriedly, "Is the Wenchang Monument... useful?"
Li Changan nodded slightly and said "Yeah".
The other person let out a long breath.
"That's good, that's good..."
Gu Weidao seemed to have let go of a big stone in his heart, and his voice became calmer again.
"I will arrange for the Jin Department and the Spy Department to spread out as soon as possible."
"The more Wenchang steles you occupy, the faster your literary cultivation will improve."
"Then please leave it to Master."
"You can safely provide disaster relief in the three southern prefectures. That is your great opportunity. Wenchang Bei will help you keep an eye on it."
…
Songyue Academy,
Baixi County Branch,
A Songyue student hurriedly walked into the back mountain,
"Senior Brother Zuo, why are you in such a hurry?" Other students came up and saluted and asked.
Zuo Zhongjian cupped his fists and returned the salute, "Junior Brother Song, I wonder if the teacher is at Wenxinzhai?"
"Yes, Senior Brother Zuo can go on his own."
Zuo Zhongjian nodded and walked in the direction of Wenxinzhai.
"Senior Brother Zuo, why are you so anxious?"
"I don't know, maybe it has something to do with poetry. I heard that Senior Brother Zuo is planning to enter the Literary Saint List this month."
Zuo Zhongjian came outside Wenxinzhai and saluted respectfully.
"Student Zuo Zhongjian, please see the teacher."
"Come in."
In Wenxinzhai, the master of poetry and prose Lu Wenliang put down the book in his hand and looked at the person who came, "Zhong Jian, what's the matter?"
Zuo Zhongjian saluted again and said respectfully, "The student is preparing to enter the February Literary Saint List, so I would like to ask the teacher for some advice."
Lu Wenliang smiled and waved, "Show me the poem."
Zuo Zhongjian carefully took out a piece of paper from his arms, unfolded it, bent down and handed it to the desk.
Lu Wenliang spread the paper,
""spring breeze""
"There are three hundred acres of peach blossoms in front of the door, and mist of pink and white spreads on the spring soil."
"The cries of birds and the tender yellow and green buds are more than what the ancients wrote on paper."
Lu Wenliang frowned slightly and continued to look down.
""Mourning for Fengchuan""
"The day before yesterday we drank together and had a good time, but this month the tombstones are separated from each other."
"There were so many disputes in the old dynasty, and the Qing Dynasty is famous throughout history."
"If someone dies first and mourns later, who can return to the nest after someone dies later?"
"Where is the corpse wrapped in horse leather now? It was sent to the sky by the wind thousands of miles away."
Lu Wenliang pondered for a moment, "You can try both poems."
"Before the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, I will go to the Wenchang steles in various places in Baixi County. On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, I will make the list of literary saints."
Hearing this, Zuo Zhongjian's eyes flashed with joy, and he quickly bowed and saluted, "Thank you, teacher, for your advice."
"Go." Lu Wenliang nodded with satisfaction.
Although the student Zuo Zhongjian was not very smart, he was open-minded and willing to learn. As time went by, he would be able to accumulate a lot of knowledge.
When Lu Wenliang thinks of the word intelligence, he always thinks of a person unconsciously.
Li Changan.
The super monster who suppressed the Literary Saint List in the name of Taibai and Qinglian.
Master Wenzong was defeated one by one by him.
"It's a pity. If his literary skills were still there, he would have destroyed the list of literary saints many times." Lu Wenliang picked up the classics on the table again and continued to study them carefully.
Zuo Zhongjian left Songyue Academy and came to the Junwenchang Monument in Baixi County City, where he confidently wrote two poems of his own.
However, the next moment, Zuo Zhongjian's pupils suddenly shrank. Looking at the "Little Pond" at the top of the Wenchang Monument, his expression changed again and again.
After a long time, Zuo Zhongjian woke up from a dream, wrote down the full text of "Xiaochi", and hurried to the academy.
"Teacher..." Zuo Zhongjian returned to Wenxinzhai again.
Lu Wenliang was slightly surprised. He had just left, why did he come back again?
"Why are you so panicked?"
Zuo Zhongjian cupped his fists and said, "Teacher, please give me pen and ink."
Lu Wenliang raised his hand and motioned Zuo Zhongjian to sit in front of the table.
Zuo Zhongjian took the brush respectfully, dipped it lightly in ink, and wrote,
"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving its clearness and softness."
Lu Wenliang's expression changed instantly.
Zuo Zhongjian continued to write,
"The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it."
Lu Wenliang was stunned, frowned and asked, "Who wrote this poem...?"
Zuo Zhongjian put down his pen and replied respectfully, "This poem was seen by students on the Wenchang monument in the county."
"But the person who wrote the poem is very strange. Students have never heard of him. His surname is Yang and his given name is Wanli."
Lu Wenliang frowned slightly, "Yang Wanli? I haven't heard of any poetry master with this name..."
Zuo Zhongjian's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, "Teacher, do you think this poem was written by a master?"
Lu Wenliang nodded, "Yes, this poem has reached the level of a master."
“It seems simple, but it’s actually exquisite.”
"Look at the first sentence, it is closely connected to the source of the small pool, a trickling spring water."
Lu Wenliang motioned Zuo Zhongjian to come closer and explained,
"The spring water flows out from the entrance of the cave without any sound. It is of course very small. The spring water flowing out forms a thin stream, which is even more small."
"This is an ordinary book, but Yang Wanli added the word 'cherish' out of thin air, saying that it seemed like the spring cherished this trickle and was stingy about not letting it flow any more. This poem immediately became sentimental, interesting, and full of humanity."
After Zuo Zhongjian listened, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. Were the poems he and the teacher were reading really the same poem?
A seemingly simple poem, but there is something so subtle in it?
Lu Wenliang then pointed to the second sentence,
"The second sentence is about the shade of the trees covering the water in the clear and soft scenery."
"This is also a very common thing, but the poet added the word 'love', as if covering the small pond with shade to prevent the water from evaporating and drying up, thus turning ruthlessness into emotion."
"Moreover, the poem abandons the form to capture shadows, focusing on the soft branches dancing on the water, which has an ethereal meaning."
The more Zuo Zhongjian listened, the more frightened he became.
This song "Little Pond" is probably truly a masterpiece of poetry and prose!
I can't see the subtleties myself, but the teacher can see it at a glance.
After listening to the teacher's narration, I looked at these two seemingly ordinary poems and found that there was indeed a trace of charm contained in them.
Lu Wenliang drew a horizontal line under the last two sentences with a pen,
"Three or four sentences, Yang Wanli is like a skilled painter. It's not yet midsummer, and a lotus leaf has just emerged from the water with a sharp corner, and a small dragonfly is standing on it."
"A 'cailu' and a 'zaoli', looking after each other, the scene of a dragonfly and a lotus leaf cuddling together appears on the paper."
Lu Wenliang said with emotion,
"This poem is a fresh little poem describing the beautiful scenery of the pond in early summer. The whole poem is focused on the word 'small'."
"It's like a colorful ink painting of flowers, plants, insects and birds. The pools, springs, streams, lotuses and dragonflies are all small in size, but exquisite and clear, full of vitality."
"If you weren't a master of poetry, you would never be able to write such exquisite poems."
Lu Wenliang pondered for a moment, but still could not think of such a figure among the masters of poetry and prose in the Jin Dynasty. He shook his head helplessly and said to Zuo Zhongjian,
"Let's go and have a look at the Wenchang Monument in the county below."
"Even if you don't get the first place in the Wenchang Monument, as long as you appear on the Wenchang Monument, you can always gather some literary spirit."
Zuo Zhongjian cupped his fists and saluted, "Yes, student, please leave."
After Zuo Zhongjian left, Lu Wenliang suddenly remembered something. He opened his hand and a fifth-grade golden writing instrument quietly appeared in his palm.
"How could a great master of poetry and prose take action on the first day of the new year? And he also fought for the Wenchang Monument with the scribes below..."
Lu Wenliang's voice suddenly stopped, and he looked at the Literary Saint List in front of him, his eyes instantly condensed,
"What...what's going on?"
"Why is there no poem "Little Pond" on the list of literary saints?"
…
What happened to Zuo Zhongjian also happened in the other three counties.
Hanyang County,
""Jiang Xue"?"
"Why does this poem appear on the Wenchang stele?"
"How could this kind of poetry appear on the first day of junior high school?"
"Are you still going to let people live?"
A group of students from Xiangshan Academy who wanted to take advantage of the rising tide of competition for rankings on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year to gather a group of famous and lucky students on the Wenchang Monument were completely dumbfounded.
In front of Wenchang Monument,
There are more and more students in Xiangshan.
Everyone is writing furiously on the Wenchang Monument, trying to push down the lofty song "Jiang Xue".
Unfortunately, more than a dozen Xiangshan students took action and wrote nearly thirty poems in total.
All came back defeated.
"Jiang Xue" still firmly occupies the first place.
"Hurry up and look at the list of literary saints!" At this time, a student opened the list of literary saints and exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" The other students still looked at the Wenchang Monument reluctantly.
"This song "Jiang Xue" is not on the list of literary saints at all."
"What!?"
"How is that possible!?"
More than a dozen academy students unfolded the Literary Saint List one after another, and then their eyes widened in disbelief.
"How is it possible that the poem "Jiang Snow" is not on the list of literary saints?"
"Is it possible that he hasn't broken into the top 100 yet? After all, no one has heard of Liu Zongyuan before."
"Perhaps competing for the Wenchang Monument is to accumulate fame and literary power in preparation for the impact on the literary saint list."
"It's possible. Wasn't it the same for Taibai back then? "Ascending the Ninth Tower" didn't rush into the literary saint list right after it came out."
"I don't know where this Liu Zongyuan came from."
"With this song "Jiang Xue", I can't get the first place in Wenchang Monument."
All the Xiangshan students sighed, but there was nothing they could do and they had no choice but to go home.
However, on the second day,
Xiangshan students who paid attention to "Jiang Xue" once again launched the list of literary saints, but still did not find "Jiang Xue" on the list of literary saints.
"Something's wrong, it's already the second day, how could it be possible that you haven't made it to the literary saint list yet?"
"Is it because you are not of this level in the first place?"
"Are you kidding? My poetry was on the list last night, how could "Jiang Xue" not be on the list?"
Some Xiangshan students seemed to have seen a ghost.
"Yesterday my poems were obviously suppressed by "Jiang Xue". There is no reason why my poems can be on the literary list, but this poem cannot be."