Although Ning Jiang was determined to be the imperial examination, he is now not a child or a student, and he has not been involved in the circle of "scholars". After all, he is just a rich man who is a rich man who inherits his family business by his parents' death. At this moment, he actually said such words that belittle everyone, which immediately aroused public anger.

Even Cao Jieding shook his head secretly. In this case, even he could not help Ning Jiang wipe his butt.

Lu Zhiyuan was so angry that his face turned red. The others said to Jie Zhengwen, Sheng Jiayi, Lu Xifu and others that Ning Jiang did not believe the words of insulting the talented men in the county, but now, seeing this boy so arrogant and arrogant, he could not believe it, and they would curse him one by one.

Lu Zhiyuan said loudly: "Since that's the case, please write a poem to teach us." Now he was too lazy to call him "virtuous brother".

Others also shouted loudly.

Mr. Bao shook his head helplessly. This boy named Ning Jiang really doesn't know how to be a human being. If he doesn't say that his poems are worse than Lu Zhiyuan, he will be ruined immediately. Even if he is of the same level as Lu Zhiyuan's poem "Spring River Moon Scenery", he will be criticized by these people for their shortcomings. After all, there are always ways to curse things like poetry and essays. There are only a few that can stand the test from ancient times to the present.

Ning Jiang closed the fan and said, "Dare you not obey your order!" He also said, "Actually, when we are young, we should be full of energy and study hard. It is not what we should do. I am willing to write a poem to encourage you with Brother Lu and everyone."

This is simply a catch of Lu Zhiyuan's "forced to say sorrow to write new poems", and then pointed at Lu Zhiyuan and said, "You don't understand, I will teach you."

Lu Zhiyuan was so angry that he trembled all over: "Okay! OK!"

Ning Jiang bowed: "You're welcome!" It seemed that Lu Zhiyuan's two "good" words were thanking him.

If he was not a scholar, Lu Zhiyuan would have to grab the pen and inkstone on the table and smash Ning Jiang's head.

Ning Xiaomeng stared at Lu Zhiyuan tightly... If this guy named Lu dared to take action, she would immediately snatch the pen and ink and smash his head, regardless of whether he was a scholar or not.

Of course, Ning Jiang is not afraid of Lu Zhiyuan's courage to take action. If he has a girl around him, he will not worry about using martial arts. The benefits of letting his sister practice martial arts are fully reflected at this moment.

To be honest, if he hadn't brought a martial arts sister by his side, he wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant.

At that moment, he turned around and took a bunch of rice paper on the table and grabbed the brush.

"Brother, I'll help you grind ink!" Xiao Meng picked up the strips of ink and gently polished it on the inkstone. However, the others surrounded them three layers inside and three layers outside, either disdaining or sneering.

Lu Zhiyuan's "Spring River Moon Scenery" is already excellent. They don't believe that in such a short time, Ning Jiang was able to write another poem of the same level as Lu Zhiyuan.

Even if it is the same level or slightly higher, it will not prevent them from criticizing them in the future... It is just a self-righteous and nouveau riche who really thinks scholars are easy to bully?

Ning Jiang dipped the tip of the pen with the ink that his sister had ground for him. After pondering for a moment, he wrote on the paper.

Lu Zhiyuan waited and sneered by his side. After Ning Jiang finished writing a few sentences, the sneer slowly calmed down.

Immediately afterwards, as Ning Jiang's pen swam, his restrained expression gradually became solemn.

On the high platform, Mr. Bao picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, shook his head, ready to welcome the next big criticism of the talents. After a while, the criticism did not happen, but the pile of people in the audience was strangely silent. At this time, Ning Jiang had already put down his pen and bowed: "The poem is written here, and I still want to play with the sister in the past, so I won't disturb everyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took his sister away. And the people outside were already ready to follow everyone to start scolding, no matter what Ning Jiang wrote, they would curse first. However, with the strange silence ahead, because they didn't know what Ning Jiang was writing, for a moment, they didn't even know where to start scolding, so they had to let go and watch Ning Jiang take his sister away.

Lu Xifu looked at Jie Zhengwen, who was also behind the crowd, and was completely confused... What did that guy write? Why didn't everyone speak?

More people squeezed forward, and the gap when Ningjiang brothers and sisters left was quickly blocked. However, the silence continued, and even spread out. The people behind did not know what was going on, so they subconsciously did not speak. The merchants, tourists, singing girls, etc. outside, because of the sudden silence of the originally lively poetry festival, were also in this regard.

On the high platform, Song Songping and Cao Jie looked at each other... What did that boy write? Why didn't they talk?

This was indescribable, as if there was a mountain pressing down, and even the three people on the stage couldn't sit still. Old Bao coughed lightly, got up and walked down the stage, and slightly exuded the literary spirit of Wenquyin Mansion on the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows: "Give it! Give it!"

Under his momentum, the talented man who stood in front of him subconsciously gave in.

Mr. Bao walked to the table, slowly picked up the poems on the table, and looked at them one by one.

"Okay! OK!" Suddenly, Mr. Bao's literary spirit as a Jinshi suddenly turned into an invisible aura and spread rapidly.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, where Confucianism and Taoism were the only ones, the literary spirit of the Jinshi who passed the last palace examination was far higher than that of the Juren. On the battlefield, everyone was "enemies of ten thousand people". With his two words "good", the literary spirit covered the entire venue in an instant, spreading to Yuehu, and even covering all ten miles of radius.

The ordinary people were so shocked that they knelt on the ground, intending to take advantage of the lively waters of the Lantern Festival, and the thief who was trying to take advantage of the busy waters of the Lantern Festival were so scared that they were so scared that they were singing and dancing on the flower boat and the noise in the banquet all stopped at this moment, and even the Wanjun Thunder did not have such effect.

The old man who caused all this, held the poem and read loudly: "The sun is green in the garden, and the morning dew is waiting for the sun to dry. The spring is full of virtue and all things are shining. I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come, and the yellow flowers and leaves will fade. When will the rivers return to the west when they reach the sea? If you don't work hard at a young age, you will be sad... OK! OK!"

All the talents were in an uproar!

Song Songping and Cao Jieding looked at each other and were moved. They were both from Juren, so they could immediately judge the extraordinaryness of this poem.

The first paragraph of this poem describes the scenery in the garden. The second paragraph expands from the scenery in the garden to all things in the world. The third paragraph turns rapidly, and compares the "spring" and "glory" in the second paragraph. The scenery creates emotions. The fourth paragraph goes through the rivers to the sea and never returns. This emotion is further emphasized. The last paragraph is like the finishing touch, which directly illuminates the entire theme.

What's even better is that this poem has a bright rhythm and neat parallelism. Generally speaking, poems that pursue neatness often affect the theme or artistic conception of the poem itself. However, this poem, from point to surface, from spring to autumn, superimposed artistic conception, and the finishing touch... It is actually impeccable, just like sesame blossoms and rendering step by step, the whole theme is clear to the extreme, and it is not comparable to "Spring River Moon Scenery" where the "love" and "scenery" are obviously separated by "Spring River Moon Scenery".

At this moment, they suddenly understood why everyone didn't speak just now. Lu Zhiyuan and his group were full of momentum, and it was obvious that they had to pick out the wrong things from the poems written by Ningjiang no matter what. However, after Ningjiang wrote this poem, they could not... find out the shortcomings.

In terms of neatness and rhythm, this poem has no problem, and can be said to be catchy. In terms of structure, although Lu Zhiyuan's first three paragraphs of "The Moon Scenery of the Spring River" are also good, but in the last paragraph, it is like a poet who is about to climb up the top of the mountain to embrace the sun, but suddenly falls into the ditch. If there are only the first three paragraphs, it is undoubtedly a delicate structure. Adding the last paragraph, just as Ning Jiang said... it is a snake-like addition.

And each sentence of this song "Long Song" is linked together, flowing and flowing in one go, and combined with the catchy rhythm, it makes people read it without stopping.

When it comes to the theme, there is no need to say much. Lu Zhiyuan's "Spring River Moon Scenery" is just "learning the scenery to express emotions", not to mention that the scenery in the poem actually cannot express the "emotion" he imposed, so that he was ridiculed by Ning Jiang's previous sentence "I have to say sadness to write a new poem", and his face was flushed and there was no way to distinguish.

Ning Jiang's "Long Song Xing" has risen to the level of writing carrying the way. In Confucian thought, "literature carrying the way" is naturally higher than "learning the way through scenery".

In addition, in order to grasp the last truth, the previous description of the scenery is constantly being laid out. If Lu Zhiyuan's last forced to say that sorrow is "adding the snake", then the last paragraph of "Long Song Xing" is the "finishing touch" outlined by ink color, which is simply the gap between the earth and the sky.

Even if the poems written by Ning Jiang are only better than Lu Zhiyuan, these talented men have to catch up and scold them. But now, this is not just "better". This is simply a gap in level. Even the shameless person can't scold them in this situation, let alone, this poem makes it impossible for them to speak from rhythm to structure to theme.

The silence just now was the "talented men" swallowing the anger that had already reached their throats, and then... they were so nervous!!!

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[There is no recommendation this week, so I can only rely on everyone's recommendation votes. Although there is little hope of being on the new book list, I have to give it a try. Even if I can't get on the new book list, it's always good to have a place in the classified recommendation list. No matter how small the mosquito is, it's still meat! So, please recommend votes, and ask for a lot of recommendation votes!!!T_T]
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