The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 87: Comments on Confucian Scholars, Sacred Potential!

The sixth rank poem was 10%, and everyone present immediately boiled–

“The sixth rank… The first work of the sixth rank?!”

“This person is so amazing… Can he make a top-level fairy?!”

“There is nothing special about this vision, why is this poem of such a high grade?!”

“Too great, I didn’t expect this person not only has extraordinary cultivation qualifications, but also his talents are so amazing…”

“It seems that this time, the first name of the Mid-Autumn Festival Wenhui is none other than this person…”

“Huh, don’t forget, Ye Gongzi is known as “Little Qin Jun” in Lushan Academy… Even if the poetry comparison loses, Qin Bi will definitely be able to win back…”

“Yes… Ye Gongzi is good at the piano, he is not very good at poetry at first, even if he fails to get the first name of the poem, it is normal…”

“…”

On the high platform, Liu Shifeng and others couldn’t help but stand up, exclaiming–

“The work of the sixth rank, this is the work of the pinnacle fairy…”

“This person can actually make a pinnacle immortal work. Such talents can barely squeeze into the ranks of evildoers!”

“I heard that this person is not a high disciple of the 72nd Academy of Taixue, and he is also known as the “Jurenjing” in the Cultivation Base… Such characters are really enchanting!”

“Oh, compared with that, we are really ashamed!”

“I don’t know how amazing the content of this poem is, it can be recognized by’Tai Xue Dao’ and rated as the’sixth rank’…”

“…”

At this time, Liu Shifeng was also very curious about the content of this’sixth rank work’ written by Bu Feihua. Immediately, he quickly ordered the official presiding on the high platform to say, “Go and get the poems of Lord Bu first. .. Um, I took it along with the poems of Ye Gongzi and Confucius…”

“Yes, my lord.”

The official hurriedly responded, and quickly stepped off the platform and walked towards Bu Feihua.

“Master Bu, several adult judges want to see your masterpiece, can’t it…?!”

Before and after Bu Feihua, the official asked humbly, even slightly cupped hands.

The extraordinary Cultivation Base is there. With his ‘childhood’ Cultivation Base, he dare not neglect it at all.

“take it!”

Bu Feihua heard the words and waved at will.

“Thank you Lord Bu.”

The official hurriedly bowed slightly, and immediately picked up his literary spirit, blessed his strength with both hands, and cautiously picked up the ‘rice paper’ which was spread on the desk with both hands and said “Silent Night Thoughts”.

After all, “Jing Ye Si” is the first work, and this’Xuan paper’ as the carrier of “Jing Ye Si”‘s initiative, after the integration of poems and brilliance and literary spirit, it will naturally become a piece of “Tai Xue Dao” Wen Bao’ too.

As a newly-born ‘Tai Xue Tao Wen Bao’, no matter what the rank of the poems on it, it has a weight of a hundred catties. If he has the strength of the literary spirit, he really can’t move this ‘Xuan paper’!

Immediately after that, the official walked to Ye Lingfeng and Kong Xueli’s respectively, and held up the ‘rice paper’ that carried the poems they wrote in front of them.

Immediately, the official held three pieces of’Xuan paper’ that had become’Tai Xue Dao Wen Bao’ and walked to the high platform.

However, he did not realize that Ye Lingfeng’s face had become like pig liver color at this time.

Because that official actually put Bu Feifei’s poems on the top, Kong Xueli’s poems in the middle, and his poems at the end.

In this way, it seems as if the poems written by Ye Lingfeng are the worst, and he will be crushed by the poems written by Bu Feihua and Kong Xueli…

How can Ye Lingfeng, who has always been arrogant, calm down!

Especially since he had just had an affair with these two people before, at this time, he was even more aggrieved and extremely angry.

The people around, and some sensitive people have discovered the clues of Ye Lingfeng, and they are all thoughtful at the moment.

“My lord… the poems of the three sons are all here!”

After a while, the official held a poem in his hand, boarded the high platform, and came to the cover of Liu Shi.

“good…”

Liu Shifeng stretched out his hand and directly took the ‘rice paper’ on the top that carried “Jing Ye Si”, and read it aloud.

“Good poem!”

As soon as Liu Shifeng finished reading “Silent Night Thoughts”, an old Confucian on the left could not help clapping his hands and praised, “At first glance, the poem uses ordinary words and ordinary artistic conception, but when you read it carefully, it turns out that I found it, endless reading, intriguing…”

“Yes, the words are wonderful and the rhymes are just right. It is really a rare and good poem. From the perspective of the poem itself and the use of words, it can reach the sixth rank, but it is veritable!”

The old Confucian’s voice had not fallen yet, and another official clapped his hands in praise.

Immediately afterwards, several other officials and old Confucian scholars also spoke out and commented——

“Good poem, it is indeed a good poem!”

“This is a great talent!”

“…”

“I don’t know… what does Kong Daru think of this poem?!”

At this moment, Liu Shifeng suddenly turned his gaze on Kong Lingyu who was sitting in the middle, and asked with a laugh.

Kong Lingyu smiled slightly, with a hint of approval on his face, and commented, “The beauty of this poem lies in simplicity and authenticity. It abandons the exquisite beauty of rhetoric, and does not deliberately pursue the novelty of imagination, but uses fresh and simple brushstrokes. Let’s express the rich contents of the deep song…”

“At first sound, maybe it feels ordinary. When you read it again, you will only feel catchy and never tire of reading it. If you read it carefully, you will find that the environment in this poem is the environment, the emotion is the emotion, and it is true and simple. It is thought-provoking, homesick…”

After speaking, Kong Lingyu paused slightly, and exclaimed, “The use of the words of this poem is wonderful. If the content and artistic conception of the content of the poem are not enough, it is not impossible to become a sacred poem!”

“What?! This poem has the potential to become a sacred poem?!”

“Kong Daru has such a high evaluation of this poem?!”

“Confucius is worthy of being a great Confucian, and his comments are far from what I can match!”

“It’s amazing, I didn’t expect this poem that sounds ordinary at first to be so Bufan!”

“You have this kind of talent and this kind of Cultivation Base at a young age. I’m afraid there will be one more enchanting Confucianism in this world!”

“I just don’t know how his aptitude to learn Taoism is?! After all, if the aptitude for learning Taoism doesn’t work, no matter how talented it is, it will be wasted!”

“I don’t know, where did this man emerge from, he is so powerful…”

“…”

Kong Lingyu’s comment just fell, and everyone present, whether it was the scholars and Confucianists under the high platform, or the old Confucians and officials on the high platform, could not help but burst out in shock, and started to boil in low voices.

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