"As a Fu student, reciting other people's articles is an option, but it is also something that a person must do if he wants to achieve success in Fu."
Zhou Mengde was the most severe teacher in the entire Wenfu. He degraded all the talented scribes from Yunzhou who passed the Wenfu exam in the first class and turned them into inferiors.
"We have all passed the civil service examination, how can we be inferior people?" someone argued.
"Yang Jiaoyu also showed me the poems you wrote during the college entrance examination. Except for Chen Mo's poem "Xiandu Fu", what you wrote really has no highlights. It is nothing more than memorizing a few articles and applying them forcefully."
"The most important talent for giving birth is intelligence. From your articles, I don't see anyone with this quality."
Zhou Mengde was very angry when he saw many of these people.
"I am not an old-fashioned person. I heard that the young scholars in Qingdu nowadays like to argue about difficulties. I happen to like it too, so the next course will be changed to "Difficulty."
When the people in Fuyuan heard the difficulty, everyone showed joy. This was their favorite activity, and it was also the common hobby of all the scribes in Yunzhou.
On weekdays, when there are no classes, these people would gather together in small groups, drinking and having fun while explaining their understanding of Fu to each other. They would often come up with shocking words when arguing about difficulties.
It is said that the number one scholar in the civil society nowadays is willing to sacrifice his life because it is difficult to distinguish between talented people. Sometimes even the old gentlemen are willing to be inferior to them.
"If you can defeat me in the debate, not only will you no longer have to recite Buddhist sutras and stone tablets in the future, but I will also say whatever you need me to say.
But if you lose, then memorize all the 641 famous articles on the stone tablets of the sect."
"Okay, since the result of distinguishing or not is to recite the sect's scriptures, then why don't we ask Mr. Zhou for advice, not to mention there are so many of us."
Zhou Mengde left his seat. Discriminating between difficulties is an elegant matter, and there are many details in it.
Zhou Mengde first lit a pot of incense. After the aroma reached his nose, Jiang Gu suddenly felt refreshed.
Secondly, the environment is also good. This is the Fuyuan, a place for learning. Although it is a bit reluctant, it can be used as a place to resolve difficulties with some modifications.
"The white ape crows near the rain flower terrace, passing by the forest house and opening the wild hall. If I ask where the difficulty lies, the water in the garden mirror reflects the moss."
Zhou Mengde waved his sleeves, and the scene described in the poem suddenly unfolded in Fuyuan.
A rain flower platform made of pieces of rain flower stones appeared around everyone. The sky was blue, the sunshine was just right, and there was just a gentle breeze blowing in the face, which was quiet and cool.
Everyone was sitting on their own Yuhua stone platform. Of course, Jiang Yan, who was a layman, could only watch.
"Now there is no difference between sacrificing one's life and being a teacher. Since you and I are both gifted and scribes, let's use Yayan. I am older and have more experience, so I will ask you questions first."
Chen Mo was no longer around, and Lu Ji was the leader of these new students in Fuyuan, so it was natural for him to ask questions.
"I dare to ask Mr. Zhou, what is literature?"
Lu Ji is one of the twin prides of the Lu family. He is quick-thinking and intelligent. If he is asked some very complex questions, it will be difficult for them to distinguish between right and wrong answers. Therefore, he uses tricks to ask such a seemingly simple question, but in fact the answers are varied.
question.
What is literature? Even some old men on the streets in Qingdu can say a few sentences, but it covers so many things that it is difficult to summarize it.
Zhou Mengde thought for a moment, then stood up and stood on the Yuhua Stone Platform, bowing his hands, which was very standard scribe etiquette.
"Literature is a great virtue. How can it be that it coexists with heaven and earth? The black and yellow colors are mixed, divided into square and round bodies. The sun and moon overlap to form the image of the sky; the mountains and rivers are colorful, to pave the shape of the earth:
This is a text that covers the Tao.
Therefore, literature is born from nature and observed from the human heart.
The painter gets it, so he has a painting; the painter gets it, and it is passed on in words; the scholar gets it, and it flows through his pen!"
Zhou Mengde talked eloquently and organized the huge question of what constitutes a text in an extremely concise and incisive manner, which made all the readers not only amazed but also mesmerized and drunk.
Even Jiang Yan felt that Zhou Mengde's dream was unusual. Scholars in the Qing Dynasty loved to distinguish between difficult things and could expand a few words into a thousand words, but Zhou Mengde was able to condense thousands of words into a few sentences.
"Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Lu Ji stood up and clasped his fists to show his willingness to be defeated.
"Now it's my turn to ask a question. Since literature is the way of nature, and it is transmitted through words as Fu, how many categories can Fu be divided into?"
After Zhou Mengde asked, all the Fu students began to whisper to each other. Is Fu still classified?
"Can anyone tell me, how many categories of poetry are there?"
Zhou Mengde saw that no one answered for a long time, so he asked a few more times.
"Please give me some advice, sir" These sacrifices of life are considered to be admitting defeat.
"It is divided into fifteen categories: treatises, theories, words, prefaces, poems, odes, poems, lyrics, inscriptions, edicts, proverbs, wishes, records, biographies, and edicts. It is roughly divided into three categories: rhyme style, palace style, and inscription style.
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"The palace style is used by the royal family of the Xuan Kingdom, and real scribes disdain it. The rhyme style is a must-learn orthodoxy for scribes, and all poems and poems are included in it. Fu Ling can be cultivated with Wenfu grammar.
Inscriptions are in a separate category, and they are also the most difficult category in the Wenfu. They are carved on utensils. If the inscription matches the utensil, it can be blessed by the inscription spirit and exert its power several times. The most common inscription spirit is the inscription
Draw poetry.”
"There are a total of 641 famous works on this Fuyuan stone tablet, including all literary works. This is the biggest treasure of Fuyuan, called Zongjing.
The wonders of the sect's scriptures are represented by trees when they are very high, and when they are far away they are bounded by borders. There are hundreds of writers throughout the world, and they are all within the circle. If the scriptures are presented in a formal format, and elegant and rich in words, then the mountains are used to cast copper, and the sea is boiled.
for salt.
Therefore, Fu Bi Zong Sutra."
Zhou Mengde talked eloquently, and after a big debate, everyone was convinced. Those who can serve as teachers in the Wenfu are naturally not ordinary people.
It wasn't until Fu Yuan remembered all the reciting sounds that Zhou Mengde left with his hands behind his back.
This group of people who have just entered the mansion are all talented people who have gathered from all over the world. They are all arrogant and arrogant. They must go through such a setback before they can calm down and do the most boring things.
Zhou Mengde can be regarded as a famous teacher. In this way, he taught these people the importance of giving up their lives internally and giving up their lives externally, and the stone tablets of Buddhist scriptures.
Jiang Yan hurriedly followed Zhou Mengde's footsteps. He was very interested in Wenfu's grammar.
Especially when it comes to instilling spirits and inscribing spirits, the famous passages he recited through the ages may be able to show a different charm through Wenfu grammar.
"Sir, Mr. Zhou, my name is Jiang Yan"
Zhou Mengde turned around and frowned when he saw the sign of "Waishesheng" on Jiang Yan's body.
Among all the sacrifices in Fuyuan just now, if there was anyone who left the deepest impression on him, it was the sacrificer named Jiang Gu.
Compared with other Fusheng who were full of envy, obsessed with arguing, and regarded it as sacred, Jiang Yan's performance was particularly dazzling. He was leaning against the courtyard wall with his arms folded, and it didn't look like he was listening to a lecture.
It's more like watching.
"What's up"
"I am a painter, and I would like to ask you about Ming Ling!"
When Jiang Yan heard Zhou Mengde talk about Mingling just now, he felt that Mingling has a strong auxiliary effect. He has memorized many articles and poems that have the potential to be Mingling. If they complement each other with the painting spirit, it will undoubtedly be for him.