Confucianism under Heaven

Chapter 13 Born a Yanhuang person, die a Yanhuang soul!

Chapter Thirteen: Born a Yanhuang person, die a Yanhuang soul!

"Not necessarily!"

A clear voice echoed in the ears of the three. Before Fang Zifeng could react, He Shengming immediately said:

"Come on, if you can't solve this one, then you lose!"

Ye Ru chuckled lightly, his body standing as straight as a javelin, and said loudly:

"Throughout the ages, the land remains, but the hero Sun Quan is nowhere to be found. The pavilions and stages for dancing and singing, all their splendor swept away by wind and rain. The setting sun shines on the grass and trees, the ordinary lanes and alleys, where people say Liu Yu once lived. Thinking back to those days, with golden spears and iron horses, his spirit was as fierce as a tiger swallowing up ten thousand miles."

Boom boom boom!

Golden energy erupted again, reaching a height of three feet! This startled all three, and their faces were filled with shock!

Talent begins at one foot, then cultivates virtue at two feet, and reaches the level of astonishing sainthood at three feet. And this first stanza directly astonishes sainthood!

This was something they had never heard of before.

At that moment, the three of them seemed to hear the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses. They felt as if they were there, seeing countless armies fighting and rushing headlong into the demon army.

In an instant, the setting sun was blood-red, banners fluttered, and countless soldiers were bathed in blood on the battlefield.

He Shengming and Fang Zifeng's mouths were slightly open, their faces once again filled with astonishment.

All arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, have levels. This poem is divided into nine realms. They never expected that Ye Ru would actually reach the first level of the Battle Poetry Realm with this poem, the "Falling Clouds and Smoke on Paper"!

Even for them, it took several years to reach this level of poetic understanding.

Tong Xiao's face also turned pale. He had only recited the first stanza, yet it had already reached the level of a saint, even producing the image of clouds and smoke falling from the paper. He had already lost.

"The first part of this poem is a nostalgic expression of feelings. In the first two lines, 'eternity' evokes a sense of the times, while 'the land and rivers' evokes a sense of reality. The next three lines describe the scene before one's eyes, and one thinks of Liu Yu, the second historical figure associated with Jingkou. When writing about Sun Quan, one first thinks of his achievements and then seeks out his relics; when writing about Liu Yu, one thinks of his achievements from his relics."

"Wonderful, wonderful."

Fang Zifeng lowered his head and whispered his appreciation, a rare hint of admiration appearing in his eyes.

"His talent is mediocre."

He Shengming realized what was happening and said in a low voice, his tone fierce but lacking any real conviction.

After a brief pause, Ye Ru glanced at Tong Xiao and continued reciting:

"The Yuanjia era was hasty, the sealing of the wolf's lair was achieved, but only a hasty retreat northward was gained. Forty-three years have passed, and I still remember the beacon fires along the Yangzhou road. How can I bear to look back, at the shrine of Emperor Wen of Song, where only crows and drums remain? Who will ask, 'Is Lian Po old and still able to eat?'"

boom!

As the last line was recited, the surrounding spiritual energy surged, and a surge of talent seemed to soar straight into the sky!

The first part of the poem bursts forth with talent that breaks through three feet, reaching a level that amazes even saints. Then, it surges forth with talent once more, directly breaking through four feet!

A talent that spans eight feet! Poetry that transcends the world!

One hundred green characters floated in mid-air, emitting a fragrance of ink that invigorated the senses.

Speech!

Only those whose words resonate throughout the world can truly speak eloquently.

Tong Xiao turned pale and took two steps back.

Who would have thought that the other party was just a child, whose first poem amazed the sages and whose second lyric was renowned throughout the world? Compared to him, I was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, overestimating my own abilities.

“We have lost. I, He Shengming, am inferior to you. I had hoped that the next generation would surpass you, but I did not expect to bring shame upon myself. So be it. This child will surely become a pillar of our Yanhuang Kingdom. If he does not perish in his youth, he can become a saint.”

"In the future, I hope you will further enhance the prestige of our Yanhuang Kingdom!"

He Shengming looked dejected, but then cupped his hands towards Ye Ru and said seriously.

Tong Xiao dared not utter a word about it.

"Sir, you are so complimentary."

Ye Ru quickly returned the greeting.

"There's still one thing I don't understand: how did you manage to write such bold and unrestrained words? Tell me so I can be truly convinced."

Tong Xiao asked unwillingly.

"The rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen. We scholars should use our pens as weapons to fight on the battlefield. However, treacherous officials are in power in the court, burying many who would rather abandon their pens for the sword. I am filled with indignation and that is why I have expressed this sentiment."

Ye Ru said loudly, his heart filled with extreme grief and indignation.

On Earth, the general's lonely grave went unattended, which filled him with a sense of helplessness and indignation.

However, in the Confucian and Taoist continent, only those who die on the battlefield are considered the vital assets of the nation. Others, such as scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, cannot compare with the generals who fight on the battlefield.

"Excellent! What a saga of 'every man has a responsibility for the fate of his nation'! Today, I, He Shengming, am utterly convinced of my defeat! In the future, I humbly request that you continue to support the Chinese nation!"

He Shengming's heart was filled with excitement, and he immediately slammed his hand on the table and said loudly.

"The rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen. Ancient sages acted for the sake of the world, which led to the glorious era of humankind. Today, people act only for themselves, resulting in demons occupying their territories and causing widespread suffering."

“Brother Ye, I, Tong Xiao, have learned a great deal. In the future, I will devote myself to studying the classics of the sages. When I return after completing my studies, I will sacrifice my life for the Yanhuang Kingdom and for the entire human race!”

Tong Xiao bowed respectfully to Ye Ru; such magnanimity truly impressed him.

"Brother Tong, you flatter me. I hope you won't mind this literary contest. Focus on your studies and you will surely rise to great heights in the future!"

Ye Ru nodded, returned the courtesy, and said.

Those who admit their mistakes and correct them are promising individuals.

"Thank you for your guidance!"

Tong Xiao did not answer, but seemed to be deep in thought. After a moment, she clasped her hands in gratitude.

At that moment, the sky suddenly became colorful, and a full moon slowly rose.

When the blazing sun and the waning moon appear in the sky at the same time, a momentous event is sure to occur!

"It's actually a demigod in person..."

Magistrate Zhang from the government office hurriedly entered the courtyard.

"What's going on? There's an unusual phenomenon of the sun and moon shining together. This has only happened once before in our Yanhuang Kingdom."

The county magistrate gazed solemnly at the sky.

The three private schools also looked at the sky, and unless something major happened, such an unusual phenomenon would never occur.

Who wrote this globally acclaimed war cry?

A majestic voice, accompanied by a beam of light, rang out, startling everyone who immediately bowed in respect.

"I have met the Half-Saint of Wei."

This person was none other than Guan Yu, one of the two great semi-saints of the Wei Kingdom.

"It turns out that a half-saint from the Wei Kingdom has come."

"It was written by me."

Ye Ru cupped his hands in greeting to Guan Yu, the Half-Saint.

"Judging from your bone age, you are no more than fifteen years old, yet you have written such a world-renowned war poem. You are truly a young man of great talent. Our Wei Kingdom is eager to find talented people. How about we grant you Wei Kingdom citizenship and sponsored your way up to the rank of Grand Scholar?"

Guan Yu, the half-saint, exclaimed in admiration, looking at Ye Ru.

Everyone was shocked. Everyone knew that Wei was a famous literary capital, and scholars from all ten kingdoms longed to be associated with Wei. The other party had actually been recommended all the way to the position of Grand Scholar!

Becoming a Grand Scholar is something many people dream of, and there are only a handful of Grand Scholars in the entire Yanhuang Kingdom.

There is only one in the entire demigod realm.

Although the three of them were envious, they frowned.

With such generous benefits, those who lack the resolve to stand firm in their beliefs would likely have already acquired Wei citizenship.

However, the downside is that his literary reputation in the Yanhuang Kingdom will be greatly tarnished as a result.

This is clearly poaching.

"With such a huge reward offered, I'm afraid our Yanhuang Kingdom will lose another talented person."

He Shengming looked at Ye Ru and sighed inwardly. The other party was only fifteen years old and his mind was not yet settled. Moreover, it was a Grand Scholar who was seducing him. This was something that everyone dreamed of. This young man would most likely agree.

"call."

Fang Zifeng looked at Ye Ru nervously, his face full of struggle.

After a long pause, Ye Ru took a step forward, making all three of them hold their breath.

"Don't become a citizen of Wei, Brother Ye."

Tong Xiao thought anxiously.

However, just when everyone thought Ye Ru was going to add Wei Kingdom citizenship, the latter looked up at Guanyu Bansheng and said seriously.

"I am deeply grateful for the kindness of the Half-Saint. I was born in the land of Yanhuang, and I am a descendant of Yanhuang. All those who belong to Yanhuang are my brothers and sisters, and we should be loyal to each other!"

These words caused Guan Yu, the Half-Saint, to pause slightly, before he said in a deep voice:

"No regrets?"

"Once you join the Yanhuang clan, you will never regret it. Born a Yanhuang person, you will die a loyal Yanhuang soul!"

A clear, loud laugh, full of heroic spirit!