Why do they always want me to change my filial piety?

Lu Ran thought for a while, and then came up with an idea.

Since ancient times, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum have been called the "Four Gentlemen" with noble morals.

The bamboo among them is elegant and indifferent, which is for a modest gentleman.

There are countless poems about bamboo.

And the one that impressed Lu Ran the most was the song "Bamboo Stone"!

Thinking of this, Lu Ran pondered for a while, then picked up a pen from the stone table and began to write on the rice paper.

The characters are still crooked and maverick!

However, the two great Confucian scholars have already determined from the handwriting that he is the mysterious genius who wrote the three poems handed down at the Lingyan Poetry Conference that day.

At this time, Xiao Xueqing, who came to Lu Ran's side, opened her red lips lightly, and said slowly: "Stay firm on the green hills and not relax, the roots are originally in the broken rocks!"

In the opening sentence alone, Liu Hong and Yang Yu's eyes lit up suddenly, and at the beginning, they used the word "decide" to anthropomorphize rock bamboo, directly showing its charm and tenacious vitality.

Xiao Xueqing's beautiful eyes were also lingering with a strange look, and she continued to read: "Thousands of hard work are still strong, let me let you wind from east to west!"

This sentence describes that the bamboo is born in a harsh environment and grows in danger, but it stands proudly and unyielding.

The whole poem does not praise the softness of bamboo, but the fortitude of bamboo.

There is a word "bite" in the first sentence, and a word "ren" in the back. The two characters echo each other, and the attitude of firmness and not drifting with the tide is vividly expressed through rock bamboo.

Isn't such a quality what a scholar should have?

"It's so hard to beat a thousand times and still be strong, let the wind go from east to west."

The two great Confucian scholars smiled and praised.

This poem is not only a masterpiece, but also has reached the category of handed down words.

"Om..."

As the two of them thought, when the poem was completed, a gust of fresh air shot up into the sky, and the void that was originally day turned into night, arousing the stars and the moon to shine together, reflecting the rock bamboo that had been blown by the wind. A picture of rain.

Almost instantly, everyone in Bailu Academy saw this scene and also saw that poem, and they froze in place.

The stars and the moon are shining together, and the phantom is floating in the sky. This is a vision of the birth of a poem handed down from generation to generation.

Who made the poem?

"It's the back mountain!"

Someone stared wide-eyed and exclaimed.

In an instant, many students in the academy wanted to go directly to the back mountain to see who wrote the poem handed down from generation to generation.

It's just that just as soon as I had this thought, everyone stopped in their tracks.

Because Houshan is the place where the head of Confucianism lives, no one is allowed to step inside without permission.

Now, everyone is tangled, as if their body is itchy, but they can't scratch it, not to mention how depressed they are!

And at this moment, in the back mountain.

"Little friend Lu has passed the school examination."

"From today onwards, you are a student of Bailu Academy."

Looking at the young man in front of them, Liu Hong and Yang Yu showed great satisfaction, and took out an identity jade badge, immediately put their names on it, and handed it over.

Adding the previous three poems handed down from generation to generation, there are now four poems.

And looking at the other party's appearance when composing poems, it's simply a casual trick!

With such poetic talent, it is not an exaggeration to call him the reincarnation of "Wenquxing".

As if thinking of something, Liu Hong said very seriously: "Recently, I am thinking of taking in a disciple. I wonder if you are interested?"

The so-called first strike is stronger, and later strike suffers.

Of course, this kind of top-quality uncut jade must be held in the hand at the first time, so as to avoid being preempted by others.

Hearing this, Yang Yu immediately became unhappy: "I haven't won chess, so how can it be your turn to accept disciples?"

Liu Hong glanced at him disdainfully: "You are at the end of the game, losing is only a matter of time."

Yang Yu sarcastically said, "It's obvious that you are at the end of the day, when will it be the old man's turn?"

"You shameless old man."

Immediately, he turned his head, looked at Lu Ran, and said kindly, "I hit it off with my little friend. If you don't mind, you can call me teacher."

"Whether it is chess, art of war, or scholarship, I am proficient in it..."

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the furious Liu Hong: "Shameless old thief, you are proficient, isn't the old man proficient?"

As they spoke, a majestic fresh air rushed out of the two people's bodies, and a violent collision occurred, and gusts of wind swept through, causing the pavilion to shake endlessly.

Lu Ran looked at Xiao Xueqing with a blank face.

The latter also shook his head, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded: "Fighting is prohibited here!"

When the words came, an invisible rule seemed to be shrouded in the back mountain.

The Qing Qi in Liu Hong and Yang Yu's bodies instantly subsided, and they were restrained immediately.

In an instant, the two reacted and looked into the pavilion.

I saw an old man with gray hair and a white Confucian robe standing there.

The two great Confucian scholars glared at each other and said at the same time, "I've seen the dean!"

"I've seen the dean!"

Xiao Xueqing and Lu Ran also bowed to each other.

The dean of White Deer Academy is named Han Xian, and Lu Ran has already heard about it.

As soon as he made a move, the two great Confucians were unable to make a move. It can be seen how terrifying their strength is.

Han Xian glanced at Lu Ran and Xiao Xueqing with a smile, then looked at the two great scholars, and snorted coldly: "Breaking the rules of the academy in public, do you still see me as the dean in your eyes?"

Liu Hong and Yang Yu took a deep breath and said, "We just disagreed on the way of chess, and no one can convince the other."

Han Xian had a majestic face and sharp eyes: "So you guys changed your way to persuade each other?"

The two great scholars were silent and did not refute!

At the beginning, they were all convincing others with virtue, but the other party was aggressive, so they had to do it!

Chapter 65 Ziqian

"Tell me, what happened?"

Han Xian sat down, took a sip of tea, and asked.

He never expected that just after he came out of closed door for a while, he ran into two great Confucian scholars fighting in the back mountain.

As for why they fought, it may be related to the poem handed down just now.

In the arena, Liu Hong and Yang Yu gave each other a hard look, as if they were saying, if you weren't an old man, how could you have made things like this?

Seeing this, Han Xian shook his head, picked up the rice paper on the stone table, and looked at Xiao Xueqing: "What happened just now?"

Xiao Xueqing pondered for a while, then parted her red lips lightly, and recounted everything that happened just now.

Including Lu Ran's missed spring recruitment, he did not hide it.

"It turns out that this handed down poem was written by Lu Xiaoyou."

Han Xian watched this song "Ode to Bamboo", and the more he watched it, the more he liked it.

Among the four gentlemen, bamboo is his favorite!

"I don't know who this metaphor is referring to?"

Lu Ran replied: "It is the students and tireless teachers of the entire White Deer Academy!"

"White Deer Academy, what a White Deer Academy!"

Han Xian laughed loudly, full of admiration for the boy in front of him.

Right now, Bailu Academy is in a precarious situation due to the suppression of the royal family.

And the students who go out from White Deer Academy, even if they enter the court, will be excluded.

But even so, the students of the academy, Mr. still never give up, and firmly believe that the academy will regain its glory one day?

In this case, isn't it the same as rock bamboo that has experienced wind and rain?

Isn't this song "Ode to Bamboo" written for Bailu Academy?

While thinking, Han Xian said with a smile: "Since you are already a student of Bailu Academy, you have the right to choose your own teacher."

"There are twelve great Confucian scholars in the academy, each of whom has his own way of mastering..."

He listed all the great scholars in the academy one by one, including Liu Hong and Yang Yu in front of him.

Hearing this, the two great Confucian scholars who were silent immediately regained their spirits.

Han Xian asked, "I wonder which disciple Lu Xiaoyou wants to be?"

"This……"

Lu Ran suddenly fell into a dilemma.

In fact, he just wanted to be a student of the academy, and he never thought about being a teacher.

Because he already has a master, how could he join someone else's sect again?

As if seeing his embarrassment, Han Xian pondered for a while, and said: "With your Confucianism and Taoism, my little friend, I am afraid that no one in the academy is qualified to be your teacher."

"Why don't you let Wanxi teach you Confucianism and Taoism, what do you think?"

"It just so happens that she is also a teacher of the academy, and she also met you!"

Hearing this, Lu Ran was stunned!

Sister Xueqing is the teacher of the academy?

Why didn't she mention this?

But compared to other people's words, he and Xiao Xue know each other well, so it's perfect.

Thinking of this, Lu Ran nodded and agreed: "The students are willing to listen to the dean's arrangement!"

Han Xian said with satisfaction: "This matter is settled, Wanxi must teach her well!"

His idea is very simple, since Xiao Xueqing introduced people to the academy, he should teach him himself.

What's more, Xiao Xueqing is proficient in everything, whether it is piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and poetry, or the way of governing the country and family. It is perfect to be his husband.

Shengjing's number one talented woman, and then she taught another Shengjing's number one talent, is simply a good story!

On the side, Liu Hong and Yang Yu had complicated expressions, but they did not object.

After all, in fact, they also felt that Xiao Xueqing was more suitable to be Lu Ran's husband.

But in this way, didn't the dispute between the two just become a joke?

Han Xian looked at Liu Hong and said, "Guangyuan, copy this "Ode to Bamboo" in a while, and hang it on the writing wall, so as to inspire the students of the academy!"

"Yes, Dean!" Liu Hong nodded in response.

The text wall in the academy is a place for the academy to display various excellent works.

And this "Ode to Bamboo" is a poem handed down from generation to generation, and it was written for Bailu Academy. It happened to let many students of the academy understand the strength and unyieldingness in the poem.

Lu Ran quickly said, "Dean, can this poem not be signed?"

He didn't want his name to be known to the entire academy, causing unnecessary trouble.

"Guangyuan, follow what Lu Xiaoyou said."

Han Xian didn't ask why, but said to Liu Hong.

When the latter copied it, he did what he said and did not sign it.

Seemingly remembering something, Han Xian asked with some doubts: "Isn't Lu Xiaoyou still in his prime?"