Liu Ji sat back on the desk, sat upright, picked up his pen, and wrote out the keywords.

"Horse...the thoroughfare...dog..."

Liu Ji smiled slightly and picked up his pen and wrote: "A dog lying on the thoroughfare, and he killed him with a horse's hooves!"

The classmates exclaimed.

"I am worthy of being a brother Zhidao. In just a few words, I can explain a complicated thing so clearly. This skill is really profound!"

Some classmates praised it.

"Yes, yes, if it were me, there would be no short article that would not be described. Brother Zhidao is indeed very good."

"Excellent, amazing. Brother Zhidao is worthy of being the leader among us. I feel inferior to this ability."

"Brother Zhidao's ability to choose words and make sentences is indeed perfect. It seems that the top scholar in the next subject is the one who is Dao!"

...

Mei Yaochen looked over and chewed it, and it was indeed concise and frowned slightly.

I don’t know if Ouyang Bian can write similar concise words and sentences. It seems very difficult, after all, no matter how simple it is, it is impossible to surpass it.

Liu Ji was quite content.

Several classmates stretched out the words written by Liu Jisu to Ouyang Bian. Some of them said, "Senior Brother Ouyang, you should give up. Such a concise sentence, even if Master Ouyang comes, it is impossible to simplify it."

Ouyang Bian glanced at him and smiled, "Are you sure this is the final version?"

Liu Ji smiled and felt quite satisfied: "If I can reduce one word, I will bow my head and admit defeat."

The students laughed.

"How could it be reduced again? Brother Zhidao, don't make things difficult for others. If I can reduce again, I will eat this table!"

A fat white student smiled and pointed to the solid wood table next to him.

Ouyang Bian immediately looked respectful - this is a ruthless person!

Ouyang Bian asked carefully: "Is it really eaten?"

The fat man looked at Ouyang Bian with dissatisfaction: "Who do you look down on me? You can eat it whenever you say it, but you wrote down yours."

Ouyang Bian laughed.

Mei Yaochen quickly said, "Okay, okay, to this extent, don't make things difficult for the monk if you can reduce it by one word."

Liu Ji shook his sleeves and stood up with a gentle, respectful and frugal look on his face: "Okay, okay, classmates, don't worry about the outcome. The key is to let junior Ouyang prove that the poem was written by him, and this is the main thing.

The personal outcome is not worth mentioning. The key is public integrity. Maintaining the reputation of the Imperial Academy is something that we should care about, and the rest are insignificant."

The students bowed one after another, with a little ashamed: "Brother Zhidao is indeed a profound mental state, which is beyond our reach. He is indeed my idol, and I admire him."

Ouyang Bian almost burst into laughter.

The ecology in this Imperial Academy is really interesting, different from the universities in later generations.

Taixue is a preparatory official institution, and can be appointed as an official after graduation.

Although the status is incomparable to the real Jinshi exam, it is still different from a pure school after all.

Therefore, the ecology is closer to society, and the flattery inside also seems quite stiff.

This stiff flattery made Ouyang Bian a little gimmick.

Ouyang Bian's sudden gimmick made the students a little dissatisfied and stared at Ouyang Bian.

Ouyang Bian stopped smiling and felt embarrassed.

After all, they are all a group of hard-working people.

Although their ugly appearance is unbearable for those who work hard, they are ultimately people who love life, and people who love life cannot be made fun of.

Ouyang Bian held back his smile.

But the next moment he couldn't help laughing.

He has been rigorously trained and will not laugh at any funny thing, unless it is too funny.

Their performance was too clumsy.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Ouyang Bian turned into a big slut with a big laugh.

Liu Ji: "..."

Tai Student: "…"

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing where Ouyang Bian's laughter came from.

Ouyang Bian was panting with a smile.

Liu Ji suppressed his anger: "Senior Brother Ouyang, have you admitted defeat?"

"Hahaha!"

Ouyang Bian smiled hard and said, "No...no, I'll write it out."

Ouyang Bian grabbed a piece of paper casually, moistening the tip of the pen. The tip of the pen was swimming on the paper, and the voices were lonely.

Mei Yaochen read it gently: "The horse kills the dog in the Tao...this!"

The blood on Liu Ji's face faded quickly.

The students looked at each other in surprise.

Ouyang Bian looked up and smiled, grabbed another piece of paper, swam quickly with the pen tip, and the students surrounded him.

"What did he write?" asked the person standing behind.

"This is a poem... The poem of Li and Du has been passed down from thousands of words, but it has not yet been new. There are talented people in the country and the country have been leading the way for hundreds of years! Good poems!"

The person in front read it and immediately praised it.

"There are talents in the country and the country have emerged for hundreds of years. Well, this should be a discussion of poetry based on poetry. Will the meaning of his writing of this poem be self-disputed:

Although my father Ouyang Xiu is powerful, he has talented people throughout the ages, and he leads the trend for one era or hundreds of years. I am also as outstanding as my father?"

Someone analyzed later.

"It's possible, it's really amazing. In the face of doubts, I can immediately show my ambition with poetry!

Several of the Dao may be about to fall into this time, not to mention such concise words as [Shima Kills the Dog in the Dao], this poem is passed down and the name of Liu Zhidao will be spread.

Haha, it’s a pity that it’s not a good reputation, but a disgrace.”

Some dissidents of Liu Ji gloat about it.

The voice from behind came in, and Liu Ji's face darkened.

Another surprise voice came out: "Senior Ouyang wrote another song!

Articles are natural, but I can get them by hand.

It is pure and flawless, so how can it be done by humans?

Looking at the ancient Yi tools, you have no choice but to do both cleverness and clumsy.

The Han Dynasty has been in the pre-Qin period, and it has been very pure.

What is the Hu tribe? The thick bamboos and mourn silk are mixed with mourning silk.

Later Kui will never be built again, who will last for a thousand years?

Tsk, what does this mean? It means that the article is made naturally without artificiality and is obtained by people with superb skills by chance.

Pure white has no flaws and does not require human effort to pursue it deliberately. Look at the ancient Yi utensils (bronze sacrificial utensils), which cannot be changed by exquisiteness or clumsiness.

The Han Dynasty was closest to the pre-Qin period, but the depth and shallowness of the articles have been greatly different.

What is the music of the Hu people? It is some orchestras and silk and bamboo.

Hou Kui (the legend is Shun’s music official) no longer writes music. For thousands of years, who can compare with him?

Hahaha, he is mocking Liu Ji. You said that my poems were forged by my father, but you may not know that there is nothing that people who write wonderful poems can pursue, and this is related to talent.

You don’t have talent, so you think that I am young and cannot write good poems, but this is given by God. How can you and other mortals know the horror of genius?

Hahaha, Ouyang is really an old Onmyoji.”

"Hey, brother, what is Onmyoji?"

"Hey, you don't know the theory of Yin and Yang family? No way, right?...Huh, you really don't know? I'll explain it to you.

In "Records of the Grand Historian", Sima Qian called the Yin-Yang family's knowledge [to deeply observe the Yin-Yang news and make strange changes].

The so-called strange talk means that if you don’t speak well, you must say it sarcastically, which is the so-called old Onmyoji.”

"What you said makes sense, but I always feel like you are lying to me."
Chapter completed!