The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 84: Poetry Contest, the theme is ‘Homesick’? !

“Step Dage, is this fourth rank, fifth rank Taixue Dao Wenbao very good?!”

At this moment, in the corner, Fang Yichao looked curiously at the enthusiastic and excited people around him, and asked Bufeihuan incomprehensibly.

Bu Feihua smiled slightly and explained, “Taixue Tao Wenbao, like Taixue Tao works, has nine ranks, corresponding to the first nine realms of Taixue Tao’s top ten realms, and each first rank corresponds to a corresponding Realm. ..”

“For example, if this’fifth rank Taixue Wenbao’ can exert its full power, it would be equivalent to a full blow from the’Hanlin Realm’. Are you saying that it is amazing?!”

Fang Yispoon heard the words, his eyes lighted, and he pulled his extraordinary sleeves and said, “Wow, it’s so amazing…At that step, Dage, if you can get the first place this time, wouldn’t you be going to send it? ?!”

Through these extraordinary explanations over the past few days, Fang Yishao has basically mastered some basic Taixue Dao knowledge, and naturally knows how much the “Hanlin Realm” exists.

Bu Feihua smiled slightly.

First place? !

As long as he wants it, how difficult is it? !

“With the talent of Bu brother, it should be promising to take this’poetry first name’, but…the first name of this’Mid-Autumn Festival’ is to combine the results of’poetry’ and’qin music’ before you can make a decision. But I don’t know how the piano skills are?!”

Kong Xueli spoke up.

After the previous events, he and Bu Feihua became acquainted a lot, as if they were long-time friends.

“so so!”

Bu Feifan laughed casually.

For Kong Xueli’s personality, he admired a bit.

Moreover, after such a period of discussion, he found that Kong Xueli’s speech talent is far better than ordinary people, but for some reason, he is not yet a ‘Confucianist’!

This is a bit surprised by the concession.

After all, it stands to reason that since there is a great Confucian from the Confucian Academy, Kong Xueli is also very talented. It should not be difficult for Kong Xueli to become a ‘Confucian cultivator’.

However, the astonishment returned to the astonishment, Bu Feihua didn’t ask Kong Xueli to find out the bottom line, and even didn’t even ask Kong Xueli’s family background.

Because, from Bu Feifei’s point of view, even if Kong Xueli has a big family background, it is the same to him!

“Brother Bu must be humble!”

At this time, Song Niang also spoke up.

After Bu Feifan stepped forward just now, this beautiful woman was also full of gratitude for Bu Feihua.

Of course, in addition to being grateful, she still has a trace of appreciation for Bu Feihua in her heart.

Because Bu Feihua didn’t dislike Kong Xueli’s being ridiculed by everyone and his status was “low” at first, and was willing to meet each other. Now, after knowing the horror family background that may exist behind Kong Xueli, there’s nothing that can quell inquiries… so neither humble nor humble. Attitude is something that ordinary people can’t do!

“Ding, congratulations to the host for triggering a random mission!”

“Ding, random task: take the first name of the’Mid-Autumn Wenhui’!

Quest content: Get the first name of “Mid-Autumn Wenhui”!

Mission time: one day

Reward: the task is completed, 1000 experience points will be rewarded

Punishment: None

Task category: optional task, can be rejected! ”

At this moment, the voice of the system sounded in Bu Huan’s mind again.

“Wenhui first name?!”

Bu Feihua was taken aback, and then a smile appeared on his face.

At the same time, the official on the high platform has already begun to explain the test rules for the “Poetry” project——

“This essay meeting is called the “Mid-Autumn Festival”, the main theme is naturally Mid-Autumn Festival and the bright moon, poetry can be used…”

“However, there are some restrictions on writing poems…”

“First, today’s’poems’ must be the first works!”

“Second, although the main theme is’Mid-Autumn Festival and Bright Moon’, under the main theme, there are more detailed themes… There are small themes such as reunion, frontier fortress, nostalgia, Chang’e, Jade Rabbit, nostalgia, etc. …”

“Third, the time limit is written within half an hour…

“Fourth, whoever made the highest grade of poems, who is the first name of’poems’… If there are more than two poems of the highest grade, it will be appreciated by Confucianism together with the great scholars, and then they will be superior. Points…”

“Fifth, if you want to write poems and lyrics, you can go to the left and right sides and take your own pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write…”

As he said, the official on the high platform winked at the woman holding a sealed red box.

At the moment, the woman walked up to the official holding the red box.

The official pointed to the red box held by the woman and said, “There are papers with various small themes in it. Everyone can take a piece of paper. If you draw a small theme, you can draw it under the big theme. A poem that fits the theme…”

“…”

Soon, the official finished explaining the rules of ‘poems’.

Immediately afterwards, he motioned to the woman holding the red box to step down the high platform and walk towards the wine tables.

The woman was holding the red box, and every time she walked to a wine table, she would hold the box in front of the scholars sitting around the wine table and beckon them to take out the notes in the box.

“Chang’e?! The subject I got turned out to be Chang’e… Haha, this happens to be what I am good at…”

An ordinary scholar drew a note with a small subject written on it, Huo Ran was the word’Chang’e. At the moment, he couldn’t help but grinned his fist with excitement and smiled.

“Thinking about relatives?! This topic is not too difficult, luckily.”

A Confucian cultivator of “childhood environment” picked up the theme of “sitting on relatives” and immediately showed a satisfied smile on his face.

“Frontier fortress?! This is terrible… Frontier fortress poems are the hardest to write… It seems that I am out of luck today!”

A middle-aged scholar looked at the word’Borders’ written on the paper he pulled out, and couldn’t help but shook his head and smiled bitterly.

“…”

Suddenly, the sounds of surprise or loss were intertwined, which made the whole scene seem a little noisy and lively.

After a while, the woman came to Bu Feifan’s table with the red box in her arms.

“Brother Bu, please!”

Kong Xueli is very personable, and gestures to be extraordinary to draw first.

“good.”

Bu Feifei was not hypocritical, and generously reached into the red box, and took out a note at random.

“Step Dage, what is it?!”

As soon as Bu Feifan pulled out the note, Fang Yispoon leaned in excitedly, and asked with his big eyes flashing.

Bu Feifan smiled softly and unfolded the folded note.

In the next instant, the word ‘homesick’ appeared before his eyes.

“Homesick?!”

Bu Feihua smiled slightly.

“Homesick?! Step Dage, is this difficult?!”

Fang Yichao asked curiously.

Her current understanding of poetry is still half a bucket of water.

Bu Feifan’s mouth bends slightly, his expression is confident, and he said, “It’s okay.”

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