"Xu Cijiu, my student, is well-versed in military strategy and is a talent worth cultivating." The military strategist Zhang Shen introduced him, though he couldn't write poetry.

Those words weighed heavily on Xu Xinnian's heart.

Zhang was a bit strange. Why would he speak up when he couldn't write poetry?

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Zhao Tuizhi, who thought he was a shoo-in, became wary when he heard the voice, but when he saw it was Xu Xinnian, he didn't pay any attention.

He just glanced at him.

Having been classmates for several years, they knew each other well. Xu Xinnian excelled in strategy and was knowledgeable in military tactics, but his poetry was not up to par.

"The jade pendant is still mine."

The students' eyes fell on Xu Xinnian, who enjoyed their attention. His expression showed that he thought he was better than everyone else as he looked up at the sun hanging in the sky.

"A thousand miles of yellow clouds and white sunsets."

Li Mubai, a master of poetry, stroked his beard, and although this line only described the scenery, the vastness of his mind was apparent.

"The north wind blows the geese, and the snow falls."

It was winter now, and the snow had not yet come, but it was not far off. This line was not an exaggeration.

At sunset, in the midst of a heavy snowfall, the geese could be seen flying in the distance amidst the howling north wind. The scene was vividly portrayed.

These two lines painted a bleak and desolate picture, which was fitting for this farewell.

Zhang Shen was extremely surprised. He carefully examined Xu Xinnian and, based on his student's level of poetry, these two lines of seven characters must have been the result of hard work. If he could maintain this level, he might be able to compete with Zhao Tuizhi.

Of the three respected scholars, the hermit Ziyang had the highest level of poetry. He chewed on the two lines of poetry and felt inexplicably melancholy.

"A thousand miles, dusk, north wind, lonely geese, snow falling..." These words painted a picture of desolation and loneliness.

This was not a promotion, but a demotion.

However, it was spot on.

Although he seemed to have been highly valued by the court and given power, would the group of powerful people from the Imperial College watch him rise to power?

Would they allow him to establish a foundation for the White Deer Academy in the officialdom?

Going to Qingzhou was actually an uncertain and uncertain future.

Suddenly, Xu Xinnian opened his arms. His handsome face was reflected in the warm sunlight, and he exuded the beauty and delicacy of jade.

He raised his arms and looked directly at Ziyang, speaking the last two lines in a loud voice:

"Don't worry about having no confidant on the road ahead."

"Who in the world doesn't know you?"

The room fell silent, and then everyone got goosebumps.

Zhao Tuizhi slowly turned his head and stared at Xu Xinnian, who stood proudly.

"Don't worry about having no confidant on the road ahead, who in the world doesn't know you?" Li Mubai applauded excitedly. The first two lines were full of sadness, but the last two turned the situation around, making people feel inspired.

Zhang Shen looked at Xu Xinnian in silence.

Ziyang, who was good at poetry, was still immersed in the mood of this seven-character quatrain, his heart trembling.

"What a great poem..." he murmured.

"Why is there only half a quatrain?" The military strategist Zhang Shen couldn't help but ask when he saw that his student had stopped reciting.

...Xu Xinnian's mouth twitched. "This poem only has half a quatrain."

Only half a quatrain?!

The readers present immediately widened their eyes, unable to accept such words. Who writes half a poem? Is he even human?

"No matter, no matter. Half a quatrain is already amazing." Ziyang calmly composed himself and smiled deeply. "Xu Cijiu, does this poem have a name?"

"No!"Xu Xinnian maintained his arrogance, not knowing how to explain. Only by maintaining a lofty attitude could he avoid further questioning.

"Don't worry, don't worry," the Purple Yang Hermit's smile widened. "This poem is for my farewell, isn't it?"

Xu Xinnian nodded.

"How about I come up with one for you?"

The great scholar Li Mubai and the military strategist Zhang Shen suddenly understood his intentions and felt sour.

"Then let's call it 'The Sheep Pavilion Sends Yang Gong to Qingzhou', how about that?" The great scholar's eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Not bad!" Xu Xinnian instinctively replied arrogantly, then realized his attitude lacked respect and added, "It's up to the master to decide."

"Shameless old thief."

"Hmph!"

The two great scholars became even more sour.

"This is fate." The Purple Yang Hermit laughed loudly, proud of himself and bowed to the two.

In this age of weakened poetry, this poem would cause a sensation in the scholarly world and be sung by students all over the world.

The Purple Yang Hermit's reputation would also rise with the tide. The key is that his actions effectively tied his name to this poem.

If this poem became a masterpiece passed down through the ages, the name of the Purple Yang Hermit would also be immortalized.

In the eyes of the two great scholars, the most shameless thing was that Xu Xinnian, as a student, gave a poem to his teacher, and the poem title should not have included the teacher's name, but should have used a "zi" or "hao" instead. Only peers or friends could write the teacher's name in the poem.

It can be seen that this thief was shameless in order to become famous.

What is the biggest dream of a scholar? To cultivate oneself, govern the country and bring peace to the world? No, that is an ideal, not a dream.

For thousands of years, the biggest dream of a scholar has only been one thing: to leave their name in history!

The two great scholars were jealous of Xu Xinnian's talent.

As a teacher, Zhang Shen realized that this poem may not have been written by his student, but he did not expose it. His student's favor with the Purple Yang Hermit was a blessing. As a teacher, he was also happy.

In the midst of the students' excited discussions, Xu Xinnian coughed and confessed, "Teacher, two gentlemen, this poem was not written by me, it was written by someone else."

The discussion stopped abruptly.

The three great scholars had different expressions, Zhang Shen realized it, showing a "I knew it" expression.

Li Mubai seemed surprised and unexpected.

The Purple Yang Hermit had the biggest reaction, stepping forward and urgently asking, "Who? Is it a student in our academy? Is he here?"

His gaze swept over Xu Xinnian and searched among the students.

"It's my older brother!" Xu Xinnian lifted his chin and maintained his arrogant attitude.

The silent students began to discuss again:

"Xu Cijiu's older brother?"

"Where did he study? I've never heard of such a person."

"Um... if I remember correctly, Xu Cijiu seems to be the oldest son?"

"Cijiu, what's your brother's name and who was his teacher... hey, why didn't you say so earlier? We knew nothing about such talent."

The students were anxious.

The three great scholars also looked at Xu Xinnian.

Oh no, I've been influenced by my crude father, I shouldn't have mentioned my crude brother... looking at the students' enthusiastic gazes, Xu Xinnian suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.

All things are inferior except for studying, showing that scholars are proud, and Xu Xinnian was no exception.

The scholars of Yunlu Academy were even more proud.If Xu Qi'an were a scholar, they would admire and look up to him. But if people found out he was just a yamen runner, negative emotions would arise.

How can a low-ranking yamen runner write such excellent poetry? Where should we put our faces?

Xu Xinnian said with a straight face, "My elder brother...studies classics at home, not at Yunlu Academy or Guozijian. He has a dull and uncompetitive personality, dislikes fame and achievement, and only wants to read extensively."

Such integrity is truly admirable and makes him a role model for us all...the students of Bailu Academy were shocked and eager to make friends.

Without surprise, the first place went to Xu Xinnian. Ziyu gave it to him, and Ziyang monk bid farewell to everyone with a smile on his face. When he got on the luxurious carriage, he left a meaningful sentence:

"Such great talent should not be hidden. Chunjing, Jinyan, what do you think?"

The two scholars didn't know if they really didn't understand or just pretended not to. They silently sent Ziyang monk away. When the carriage was far away, Li Mubai suddenly grabbed Xu Xinnian's hand and took him aside. "Cijiu, I suddenly want to take on an apprentice. Since we have nothing to do today, take me to see your elder brother."

Zhang Shen was shocked and exclaimed, "Cijiu, if you and your elder brother both become my disciples, it would be a great story."

Writing poetry is not important. The main thing is not to bury such talent. If you happen to come up with a poem that will last through the ages, like "My Teacher Zhang Shen," it would be great.

Li Mubai said displeased, "Military strategy is not mainstream. Scholars should first learn the classics, Tongce Lun, and cultivate themselves and their families."

"Hmph, isn't Go mainstream? And you're someone who can't lose, with no victories against Wei Yuan," Zhang Shen sneered.

"Old thief, shut up and don't mention Wei Yuan in front of me. I have always cherished talent, and I will take this student as my own," Li Mubai said.

"Old man, are you really cherishing talent or just coveting his poetry skills?" Zhang Shen retorted.

"You shameless old thief, watch me use my righteousness to kill you," Li Mubai said.

"It's like I'm not even here," Zhang Shen replied.

Xu Xinnian's scalp was numb.

The students in the distance were shocked and didn't know what was going on. The two scholars were arguing with red faces and even had a tendency to fight.