This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 28 I can’t say what’s good about it, but it’s just good

In the lecture hall, students pondered and used all their skills to compose poems.

Most of these students come from wealthy families, so it's no problem for them to write poetry to show off their taste, but it's really difficult for them to be down-to-earth, and it seems a bit inappropriate to force themselves to express their sorrow.

Wang Wenxu knew this, so he kept half of the class time.

Soon, he noticed that the three idiots in the last row wrote as if inspired by God and completed the poem in an instant.

Wang Wenxu frowned slightly and slowly moved to the back row. Before he could take a look at Xiang Yuan's masterpiece, Xiao He generously offered his life: "Wise teacher, please take a look at your students' works first. I guarantee you will never forget them."

Wang Wenxu took a deep breath, calmed his trembling eyebrows, and carefully looked over.

"Idle Farmer"

A hoe lays golden eggs when it falls to the ground, and treasures appear when the fields are plowed.

Life in the fields is wonderful, more carefree than studying.

What a mess this is, and you even rhymed it!

Even though Wang Wenxu had prepared himself mentally, he was still so angry that he almost cursed. It seemed that Xiao He didn't hear a word he had said about the hard work of farmers for half a lesson.

If all the royal children were like Xiao He, who didn't know the hard work of farmers and was tired of studying, how could Western Chu be good?
"My dear teacher, please give me some comments." Xiao He looked proud and waited for Wang Wenxu's praise.

I give a shit about this!
Wang Wenxu trembled as he took out the ruler and beat Xiao He: "I'll let you be free and wonderful... Golden eggs, right? Treasures, right?"

"Teacher, please don't hit me first. Where did I go wrong? Every word I wrote was written with heart and emotion. It was written very well! It even rhymes!"

"I let you bet! I let you bet!"

"Hey, I didn't hit it..."

Xiao He was hit by several whips, but he dodged two more, and then he crawled out of the lecture hall, standing three steps away from the back door, with a slightly smug look on his face, like a husky in the crowd. He was not afraid of Wang Wenxu chasing him, because he couldn't catch up anyway, and it would be Wang Wenxu who would be embarrassed.

There were a few scornful laughs in the lecture hall, because Xiao He was uneducated and unskilled, so everyone took it for granted.

There are also those who remain unmoved and concentrate on writing poetry, like Sima Qingyan, who closes his eyes and ignores the turmoil in the outside world, pondering over where to start.

"Humph, scum!"

Xu Jixian snorted disdainfully, then stood up straight and bowed, presenting his own calligraphy, saying as if offering a treasure: "Don't be upset, sir. Just look at your student's excellent work, it will get rid of bad luck and improve your luck."

Wang Wenxu's hand holding the teaching stick trembled violently. In Xiang Yuan's eyes, he looked ready to die as he looked resolutely at the so-called masterpiece.

Night Farmer

The old ox goes to plow the field in the middle of the night, and the road is difficult to walk on due to the twisted roots of the old trees.

The exhausted cow is panting, the tree with deep roots and lush leaves welcomes the spring.

Wang Wenxu: (灬)
In an instant, the old man's body trembled, he suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on his chest, his face pale and he stepped back repeatedly.

Facts have proved that Xu Jixian deserves to be ranked last. The lethality of his poems far exceeds that of Xiao He, and Wang Wenxu was so angry that he forgot that the ruler in his hand could be used to hit people.

After a while, Wang Wenxu muttered something insulting and turned away, no longer paying any attention to Xu Jixian.

"Sir, how can this poem be disrespectful? It is clearly a good poem. Look at it again. This is the great truth of the world." Xu Jixian hummed twice and muttered that the sir actually understood it. It must be a good thing that the old tree will receive spring sooner.

Wang Wenxu pretended not to hear and came to Xiang Yuan trembling all over: "Where is your...poem?"

His teeth were chattering, his brows were grim, he was murderous and full of hostility. He had none of the character of the scholars he had before.

Oh no, he has accumulated my anger points.

Xiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't dare to provoke him. He respectfully presented his "work" and began with a disclaimer: "I am Xiang Yuan, my parents died early, my family is poor, I haven't read much, and I don't know how to write poetry. I dare not make far-fetched claims. This poem was heard from an elder, and I borrowed it for the occasion."

"Pity Farmer"

When the hoe was on the day of the day, Khan dripped down the soil.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey.

"The handwriting is neat. The poem is simple and plain, easy to remember, and encourages people to cherish food. It's neither good nor bad, just okay." Wang Wenxu nodded, a pleased smile on his face. Half a class was not in vain, at least Xiang Yuan listened to it.

Sir, please take another look at this poem. It is extraordinary and different from those two stones. It is the jewel in the crown of poetry, the kind that will be passed down through the ages.

Xiang Yuan blinked. He did not doubt Wang Wenxu's literary skills. He just thought that the other party was so angry with Xiao Xu that he lost his mind and failed to see the beauty of this poem.

"Let me ask you, what is the name of the elder who wrote the poem?"

"Uh, I can't remember clearly. He seemed to call himself Li Shen, or maybe he had another name." Xiang Yuan didn't dare to say everything.

"You are so modest, writing poems in someone else's name." Wang Wenxu glanced at Xiang Yuan, collected the test paper and walked to the podium. It's really not modesty, it's really Li Shen.

Xiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. From what Wang Wen said, he knew that there was no expert in this world who could get this article, and his disclaimer was regarded as a humble remark.

Her little face turned red, feeling ashamed.

While feeling ashamed, I was secretly happy that it was my own original creation.

He silently warned himself that this would only be the first time and he would never do it again. He would never take advantage of the predecessors and engage in such speculative activities. He would never "write poetry" again.

Xiang Yuan sat down slowly, and this level was passed.

On the other side, Wang Wenxu was moving between the desks, commenting on the poems of a group of students. Somehow, he felt that the students were not up to standard and were not as smart as before.

Even if you force yourself to express sadness, this shouldn't be the case!
"Weird..."

As I was wondering, a line from the poem "Song of Pity the Peasants" flashed through my mind. It is only twenty words long, but when I savored it carefully, I couldn't say what was good about it, but it was just good, especially good.

The more you think about it, the more interesting it becomes, the deeper it becomes, vivid and sincere, with two voices of sympathy and anger. It is more than just a masterpiece.

Just a few strokes can be passed down through the ages!
With such excellent examples before them, the rest are just rubble and fish eyes. Naturally, the students’ performance today was far below the standard.

Wang Wenxu looked at Xiang Yuan in disbelief. How could such a young boy have such profound knowledge? Did he really copy it?

But who was Li Shen? He had never heard of this name, never seen this person's poetry collection, and had never heard of his deeds.

This boy came from a humble background, so it's not surprising that he knows farming. It's also reasonable that he wrote poems about himself and was inspired by his feelings, but his writing is sophisticated and simple, which is not like someone his age...

Wang Wenxu is knowledgeable and knows that students of this age, except for idiots, like to pile up flowery words when writing articles, and very few can narrate in a plain and simple way.

Lack of character and also lack of strength.

Is he really a genius?

"Sir, this is my student's work. Please give me your comments." Sima Qingyan handed over the test paper with a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were full of confidence.

Wang Wenxu glanced at it and nodded: "Not bad, keep up the hard work."

Having said this, he ignored her, pondered over the twenty words of "Pity the Farmers", and left with a satisfied look on his face.

Sima Qingyan's smile froze. The teacher was so cold today. It was not like this before. It was agreed that the teacher would analyze the students word by word and the students would answer fluently. Where did that go?

Also, sir, you forgot to collect the students' test papers.

She held the test paper, neither standing nor sitting.

The top student in the class suffered a heavy blow!

After the class, Wang Wenxu only collected one test paper and asked the students to post their poems on the bulletin board in the corridor, just like announcing the results, so that everyone could compare and weigh the pros and cons.

He posted the only test paper at the top to show his intention that only one person passed today.

The students gathered in front of the notice wall and looked at the test paper at the top.

"Mercy for the peasants..."

"It feels average, not as gorgeous as my poems. Why do you think this poem is the best?"

"I think so too. It's all vernacular. Anyone on the street can write it."

"But it was catchy and I remembered it right away."

"I understand. It is precisely because it is common that ordinary people can read it and spread it to warn others that you think it is good."

As the students were talking, the air suddenly fell silent.

I can’t say what’s good about it, but it’s just good, and the more I watch it, the better it gets.

What kind of poem is this? It's weird!

"Which masterpiece?" Sima Qingyan asked.

"do not know……"

"It seemed to be the newcomer, who was with Xiao He and Xu Jixian. He was dragged away by them as soon as the get out of class was over."

"..."xN
What a pity, it will become mediocre in the future.
Sima Qingyan frowned, and thinking of Xiao He, she felt quite sympathetic towards Xiang Yuan.

(End of this chapter)