When the news came out, the whole Qinghe County was shocked!
No mather in the world came to Qinghe with a pious and respectful heart, just to worship the Cui Family and learn from his teacher.
Zhang Yizhi, the god capital, declared war directly!
He wants to challenge the highest rank of the northern gentry with his best poetry!
This news is so hot!
It should be known that Cui's family passed down through poetry and books. Under the influence of the family atmosphere, all the people of his family were learned.
In the eyes of many people, Zhang Yizhi strikes stone with egg!
However, this matter has spread all over Qinghe County, and countless people have come from all directions.
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Outside the inn.
A group of people gathered in Wuheihei, including the travelling people of Qinghe County, the poor students studying, the great scholars in the world, and the officials of Qinghe County Government.
They are not members of the Cui clan, and they have no preference in mind, but they are very much looking forward to the contest.
Every scholar came to Qinghe County to be a yes man, but suddenly someone was arrogant and unruly.
This contrast makes the hormone on the kidney soar.
In terms of family background, Zhang Yizhi is only from an ordinary clan, while Cui is the largest sect in the north.
However, in terms of reputation, whether it is to eliminate cruel officials or to make the Shenhuang plough, His Majesty's giving words, and all kinds of behaviors, Zhang Yizhi's reputation has been heard everywhere in Hebei Province!
"Zhang Ziwei came out!"
Some people have sharp eyes and shout at once.
Everyone followed the sound and finally saw Zhang Yizhi's true face.
His face is like a jade, his body is like a beautiful tree, his temperament is warm and elegant, and his dark and deep eyes turn as if he were shining with jewels.
Everyone who sees Zhang Yizhi for the first time will think like this: "God is more famous than Zhang Ziwei!"
Chen Changqing looked from left to right and saw that there were so many people watching that there was no way to go back and forth. He couldn't help but go sour:
"The name of a person and the shadow of a tree are my envy!"
At this time.
The crowd in front of them broke up like waves, and a group of Confucian scholars stepped in, led by a middle-aged civil servant with a hairband and a white silk robe.
He glanced at the crowd and went to Zhang Yizhi with a smile to salute him:
"This must be Young Master Zhang. I am Cui Ye, the steward of the sixth room of the Cui family. I came to meet Young Master Zhang at the order of the patriarch."
Since someone is challenging, the Cui family must accept it anyway.
As a noble family, there should be some etiquette, which should not leave the impression of rudeness to the world.
Zhang Yizhi glanced at him and said faintly, "Thank you."
Then follow Cui Ye to board the carriage.
There are countless people following behind.
……
Cui Shi is located in a small village with beautiful scenery, singing birds and fragrant flowers.
Outside the village, there is a pavilion and a row of grass halls, which are dedicated to receiving foreign scholars.
At this time, there are two distinct groups of people outside the Thatched Cottage. The Cui clan people are sitting in the north, and the rest of the outsiders watching the excitement are sitting in the south.
"When young people make some achievements, they are not in awe. Our Cui family must hit them head-on!"
"It's funny enough. After two poems, we don't know how lofty the earth is. One person from Cui's family can crush him!"
"Yes, I have stayed in Qinghe County for a long time. Maybe the world will forget me."
The Cui clan people talked about it in succession, but the proud color between the eyebrows showed clearly.
In their eyes, Zhang Yizhi is humiliating himself.
In the bamboo pavilion.
Cui Ye inquired, "Young Master Zhang, dare you ask how to compete?"
Zhang Yizhi stood up with his hands down and his eyes were calm: "Only on poetry. As for metaphysics and classics, there is no need to learn from each other."
"Good."
Cui Ye nodded and ordered the servants to move the Huanghua Pear case, which was complete with ink, paper and inkstone.
There was no need for judges in this contest. The onlookers were all scholars. It was easy to judge who was better and who was worse.
The Cui family's children in the Thatched Cottage dipped in ink to write. After a few words, an old Confucian with white hair and beard appeared.
Everyone at the scene held their breath and dared not make any sound.
For a moment, the needle fell outside the pavilion, leaving only the chirp of insects and birds.
The battle officially began.
The old scholar of the Cui family bowed and said:
"In the past ten years, I have followed the world of mortals, looking back at the green mountains and falling into dreams frequently.
Purple ribbon competes for glory and sleeps. Although Zhumen is rich, it is better to be poor.
Hear the sword and halberd to help the lord in danger, and listen to the music to make people drunk.
Take the old books and return to the old hermit. Wild flowers sing like birds in spring. "
Good!
Great!
The Cui family are very excited. They are indeed Cui Bolin who specializes in poetry and literature.
This poem depicts a reclusive life, a piano, several books, watching wild flowers in the mountains, listening to the free chirping of birds.
Who doesn't yearn for the most natural scenery?
Even the scholars around applauded and admired it. This poem was excellent, and they thought it was inferior.
What is inside information?
This is the essence of the gate!
Anyone can export a poem, and a poem can be widely spread.
Cui Ye straightened up and looked into the pavilion: "It's your turn, Mr. Zhang."
Shua Shua!
All eyes converge on Zhang Yizhi.
The eyes of the Cui clan people are a little mocking, arrogant and ignorant younger generation. How do you step down?
Want to step on my Cui Family? You don't weigh yourself!
In full view of the public, Zhang Yizhi did not feel nervous at all, but smiled:
"Since the Cui family has written a poem about seclusion, let me also write one."
In an instant, there was silence again.
A scholar immediately took out a pen of rice paper and wanted to write it down, just to imitate and learn later.
Although they think Zhang Yizhi has no chance of winning, they can't deny that Zhang Yizhi's poetic talent deserves their admiration.
Besides, it's not shameful to lose to Qinghe Cui.
Zhang Yizhi stood quietly in the bamboo pavilion, feeling the breeze blowing his face. He whispered:
"Sleeping in spring and not knowing the dawn, we can hear birds crowing everywhere."
"When the wind and rain come at night, we know how many flowers will fall."
Quiet!
Extremely quiet!
Even the birds seemed to stop singing.
Such a simple poem shocked everyone!
This poem is like a stream of spring water flowing from the heart, crystal clear, filling with life.
The more simple words, the more interesting nature can be found.
long time.
The silent grass hall suddenly became noisy.
A great scholar praised it with high praise: "Reading it is like drinking rich wine, without feeling drunk."
Qinghe County Magistrate Youxin admired: "This is the most natural poem, which is the sound of nature."
Even some Cui family children want to sing songs, but they are afraid that the occasion before them is inappropriate, so they can only keep their admiration in mind.
This is Zhang Ziwei, the god capital?
Poetry is terrible!
No one needs to judge. Everyone knows that Cui Bolin lost miserably.
Cui Ye was about to speak.
"Next."
Zhang Yizhi in the bamboo pavilion brushed his clothes lightly and looked calm.
One of the Cui's children, eager to save face, immediately went out to recite a poem.
Everyone quickly turned their eyes to Zhang Yizhi.
Standing with a negative hand, Zhang Yizhi could not help but say: "Leave the original grass, wither and prosper every year, the wildfire will never burn out, and the spring wind will blow again."
It's shocking!
Everyone was shocked!
They were stunned for a long time. The people in the pavilion were a hundred times more powerful than Cao Zijian!
Suikou is a poem handed down through the ages.
That is handed down through the ages!
"Next."
Zhang Yizhi picked up his tea cup and drank it slowly, looking a little boring.
The scholars of the Thatched Cottage are all intoxicated.
Indulge in the momentum of Zhang Yizhi.
Although there are thousands of people, I will go!
This is the temperament that a scholar should possess,
Our scholars should be proud of themselves and not afraid of any challenge!
Chen Changqing, sitting in the middle of the crowd, was very sad. He was so jealous of this kind of personal heroism.
The Cui family, some people are already timid. They have a vague feeling that it must be the Cui family who will lose face again!
But how can we just throw in the towel?
Go ahead!
……
"Next!"
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"Next!"
……
A line of poetry was spoken by Zhang Yizhi.
They also saw off the dejected Cui family.
The onlookers went crazy. What did they experience? What kind of immortal Zhang Yizhi is!
One poem after another!
Some scholars were trembling because of excitement. They had never heard such excellent poems in their life.
The Cui people are depressed.
The reality gave them a slap, and Zhang Yizhi's poetry was insurmountable.
"Next, are there any others?"
Zhang Yizhi's mouth was dry, and he took a sip of tea to moisten his mouth and continued.
"Wait a minute."
Cui Ye turned around and left. He asked the Hui people to send rescuers. The most talented poet of their Cui family was the daughter of the patriarch.