Dafeng's Night Squad

Chapter 749 - 749: Summoning_3

Chapter 749: Summoning_3

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In truth, the actions of Zhang Shen and the others were truly disgracing the image of the Yun Lu Institute.

Xu Qi ‘an nodded.

He didn’t really care. Anyway, the poem was plagiarized in his previous life and not written by him. As a time traveler with no foundation, he couldn’t miss the opportunity to use the poem to expand his network and gain benefits.

Zhang Shen and the other two ignored the Dean’s mockery. They looked at Xu

Qi ‘an eagerly and asked, ‘

“It’s been a long time since you’ve composed a poem. With such a major event happening recently, don’t you feel your blood boiling and your poetic mood rising? We can help you Polish it. ”

The three great scholars looked at Xu Qi ‘an eagerly.

Dean Zhao Shou didn’t say anything, but he was interested.

Not only did Yun Lu Institute help me protect my family, but the Institute Director even directly held a carving knife and threatened Emperor Yuan jing in the Imperial court. Although this was in line with the philosophy of the scholarly faction and wasn’t purely doing me a favor, I still have to remember this favor …

Hmm, I might as well copy a poem for them. It’s not good to spend the night with Bai Yan and the rest … Thinking of this, Xu Qi ‘an muttered,

“I have indeed thought of a poem.”

Yes, I thought of a poem. I’m just a Porter of the poem. He added in his heart.

The three great Confucians were ecstatic.

At this time, he should have said heroically, “Brush and ink.

However, his writing was terrible and he didn’t have a charcoal pencil, so he didn’t embarrass himself. He walked around the room and pretended to be interested when he saw the green bamboo leaves outside the window.

“Yes, I have.”

Zhao Shou’s eyes lit up as well.”ls it related to bamboo?”

The director seemed to like bamboo very much … “Yes,” Xu Qi ‘an nodded.

Hearing this, Zhao Shou immediately straightened his back. From slightly interested, he was looking forward to it.

Xu Qi ‘an tried to recall the full text of the poem, but in the eyes of Zhao Shou and the three great Confucians, he was mulling it over.

“I won’t let my guard down,”

Zhao Shou, who already knew that it was a bamboo poem, savored it carefully. In this sentence, the word “bite” was the essence, and only one word highlighted the vigorous and powerful bamboo.

“The root is in the broken rock.”

Zhao Shou nodded slightly. This was an addition to the previous sentence, and it also reflected the determination of bamboo in a difficult environment.

“Even after thousands of blows, you’re still tough, regardless of the North,

South, East, and West winds.”

Director Zhao Shou’s breathing was a little short. The last two sentences described bamboo’s attitude towards external pressure. Even though she had been through countless hardships, she still refused to give up.

Among the plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums, he only loved bamboo. Otherwise, he would not have built his residence in a bamboo forest.

Zhao Shou had composed poems about bamboo before, but compared to Xu Qi ‘an’s, he had to admit that he was inferior.

One poem and two couplets, from inside to outside, almost vividly described the tenacious character of bamboo.

As expected of the head of the great Feng poetry … This high-ranked scholar sighed in his heart.

“This poem’s meaning and words are lacking, but it’s a rare poem about bamboo.” Li Mubai praised.

“Stupid, this poem sings off the toughness and tenacity of bamboo, and the fancy rhetoric instead falls into a lower class.” Zhang Shen criticized.

“At first glance, it looks like it’s singing bamboo, but in reality, it’s using bamboo to describe people. Wonderful, wonderful.” Chen Tai stroked his beard and laughed.

After the three great Confucians finished their comments, they immediately looked at Xu Qi ‘an. “Does this poem have a name?”

Xu Qi ‘an immediately knew what they were up to. He smiled and shook his head. “It hasn’t been named, so I need teachers to Polish it.”

The three great Confucians took a few steps back in tacit agreement and looked at each other vigilantly, brewing how to fight for the right to sign. At this moment, Zhao Shou laughed and said, “”Let me name this poem.”

Zhang Shen and the others turned their necks to look at him with stiff expressions. Didn’t they say that Xu ningyan’s poems were not good enough?

Zhao Shou frowned and said unhappily, ‘

“What are you all looking at me for? isn’t this poem Xu ningyan’s use of bamboo to convey my feelings? This old man has guarded the Yun Lu Academy for several decades, just like this bamboo, unwaveringly holding onto the

Green Mountain, regardless of the North, South, East, West, or west winds.”

Then, without waiting for the three great Confucians to react, he said, “”Back off three hundred miles. Don’t disturb me from writing my poem.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the three great Confucians disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Shou spread out the paper and picked up the pen excitedly. As he wrote, he sighed.”Good poem, good poem, this old man’s life is complete. Well, ningyan, this poem was written by you, but I, your teacher, will be giving you some pointers, right?”

At this moment, the three great Confucians appeared and said angrily,

“”Director, stop!”

“Retreat 500 miles,” Zhao Shou waved his sleeve.

The great Confucians disappeared. The next second, they reappeared and roared, “”Shameless old thief, we are different from you.”

it seems that you haven’t exercised your muscles for a long time. Fine, fine, fine. I’ll help you.

“We’re not scared of you. So what if you’re a rank-3? if we join forces, we won’t be afraid of you.”

“Heh, it’s not that I’m looking down on you, but even if there were ten more of you, I could easily suppress them.”

Xu Qi ‘an pulled Zhong Li and ran away.

On the peak of clear cloud Mountain, clear air rushed into the sky and blew away the clouds. Four figures were fighting in the sky, countering each move.

The commotion was so great that it immediately alarmed the students and Masters in the Academy.

“Why are the Dean and the great Confucians fighting?”

“W-what’s going on? why did they start a war? don’t drag us into this.”

“It’s quite common for three great Confucians to fight, but why did the Dean also start fighting? What happened?”

it’s not common for the three great scholars to fight. The first few times, it was because of Xu shikui’s poems.

“I, I think I just saw Xu shikui bring a girl to the Dean’s bamboo forest,” someone whispered..