Chapter 78 Worship

"The red sun is rising, and its path is bright. The river flows out of the river and pours out of the ocean. Qianlong Tengyuan, scales and claws flying. The milk tiger roars in the valley, and the beasts are shocked..."

Under the oil lamp, the tea cup around him was already empty, but Geng Yuanfu didn't care at all. He held an answer sheet in his hand, and his face was full of excitement and joy.

This is the teenager written by Yang Yanzhao.

Apart from the magnificent content and high morale, the handwriting of this gold hook and silver stroke alone is enough to show everyone's demeanor.

"Beautiful, I am a young China, and I am not old! I am a Chinese teenager, and I am boundless with the country!"

After reading it again in one breath, Geng Yuanfu laughed a few times, "Okay, okay, okay!"

Xu Shaoyang, who was sitting beside him, immediately felt a little embarrassed when he saw this situation. Since Wusi became frost and snow overnight, he had not seen his teacher so happy for a long time.

Add the tea and handed it to him. Xu Shaoyang whispered, "Master, you are so happy. It seems that this son is going to become Shaoyang's younger brother?"

He took a big sip with satisfaction, and Geng Yuanfu's smile had not faded. "Shaoyang, this son's literary talent and writing style have become popular. More importantly, he is extremely transparent about things. It's actually an opportunity for me to accept him."

Hearing this, Xu Shaoyang couldn't help nodding. The teacher was right. Yang Yanzhao was indeed much more talented than other people. Even Zhang Qian, who he once thought was extremely excellent, was difficult to match.

Thinking of Zhang Qian, who is also a talented teenager, Xu Shaoyang couldn't help but feel sorry, "Master, what do you think of Zhang Qiubai?"

Geng Yuanfu frowned and frowned, "I also read his answer. This Qiu Bai is the minister of governing the people. His policy theory arranges the parties set by the officials in an orderly manner, and it must be easy to take care of one side.

But if you want to live proudly in the temple, I'm afraid it's not enough. His vision and courage are not as good as Yang Yanzhao's. Because in the whole chrysanthemum courtyard, only he can see the increasingly bloated crisis of officials in the Song Dynasty.

Understanding the loss in Xu Shaoyang's heart, Geng Yuanfu put down the teacup in his hand, and the smile on his face dissipated. He sighed, "Shaoyang, is an old teacher, and the realm can't be improved, so there is not much time left. You are not suitable for your temperament. It happens that this child appears, so it is up to him to do it, which makes the teacher feel at ease. "

He bowed his head, and Xu Shaoyang was silent. When Geng Yuanfu saw him like this, a trace of unbearance flashed on his face. "It's all because it's not good to be a teacher. At the beginning, I shouldn't have taken you into the dispute and become a world walker. Now that I have been playing for 20 years, I still do nothing to be a teacher. I think those old guys are probably dissatisfied.

These slightly desolate words made Xu Shaoyang panic. "Don't say this. The teacher treats Shaoyang like a son. In Shaoyang's heart, he has already regarded the teacher as a father, but Shaoyang has a bad temperament and failed to relieve the teacher's worries."

"You don't have to blame yourself, Shaoyang. You have done well enough over the years. Everything is shaped by fate, but we change our lives against the sky and can do it."

The broad hand was held on Xu Shaoyang, and Geng Yuanfu gently stroked his thin shoulders as well as him. "If you like Zhang Qiubai, take him as an apprentice."

The next day, when the morning light was shining, Yang Yanzhao and Zhang Qian arrived at the college as usual. Their eyes were a little dark. It was thought that they had experienced a sleepless night.

When he arrived at the Qingtan, Zhang Qian read it as usual, but he took down the scroll and changed it under the mention of Yang Yanzhao.

Leaning against the ink bamboo forest swaying in the wind, Yang Yanzhao was also worried. This feeling was like a long time ago, waiting anxiously for the results after the exam.

Panord, shocked and afraid.

Finally, in the midst of suffering, the bell of the college rang, and everyone walked to the chrysanthemum courtyard one after another. Soon, Xu Shi and Geng Yuanfu came in.

Walking in front of Xu Shaoyang, Geng Yuanfu smiled warmly, and his wide sleeves swayed gently, as if there was a happy thing hidden in his chest.

After the teacher and student salute, Xu Shi looked at Zhang Qian twice. The latter was aware of it, and a trace of surprise flashed on his face, followed by a hint of surprise, and then tightly grasped the fist placed under the desk.

"The assessment has been revealed. After the confirmation of me and the gentlemen of the college, Yang Jing won, and the dean will teach him in person in the future."

When the words fell, countless eyes looked at Yang Yanzhao, with envy, surprise and unwillingness. On his left front, Zhang Qian lowered his head deeply, and his fists were crimson.

"A gentleman must be polite and generous. The opportunity I gave you is fair. Since Yang Jing won the first place, as a classmate, it should be a congratulation."

Seeing this situation in Juyuan, Geng Yuanfu said solemnly, and Xu Shi immediately agreed, "The dean is right. As a scholar, you can't lose your demeanor at any time. Otherwise, what face can you have to read the book of sages?"

With that, he glanced at Zhang Qian, who was still bowing his head. A trace of worry flashed in Xu Shi's eyes. He hesitated for a moment and took out a piece of rice paper full of small words from his sleeve.

"This is the ode made by Yang Jing. You can read it for a while. If you are dissatisfied, then I can't teach you to wait. Go somewhere else to learn what you think is."

Xu Shi's cold words made everyone in the room take a cold breath. They immediately bowed their heads one after another. After receiving the rice paper handed over by the person in front of them, they all looked a little dark.

The word is like a dagger, like a knife, elegant but magnificent; the text is full of mouth, vigorous, and all the people who watch it are burned by their painstaking efforts.

"Brother Qiu Bai..."

With a gentle call, a round-faced student turned around and put the rice paper in his hand on Zhang Qian's desk convincingly.

Zhang Qian slowly raised his head and looked at it carefully with his red eyes. For a long time, his clenched fists loosened weakly. He held rice paper in his hands, half turned his body, handed it to Yang Yanzhao, and said sincerely, "Brother Yanzhao is a talent, Zhang Qiubai is really not as good."

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao, who had never spoken, smiled at this time, "Brother Qiu Bai, don't underestimate yourself. Maybe it's just that Yang Yanzhao is lucky."

He didn't want to say comforting words. After all, Yang Yanzhao also needed this opportunity. Zhang Qian wanted to change his poverty, and he wanted to get rid of his mediocre future.

Therefore, it is a rare opportunity to worship Geng Yuanfu. After falling into his own struggle, Yang Yanzhao will not easily give people the opportunity.

Later, Yang Yanzhao took the book, pen and ink and followed Geng Yuanfu out of the chrysanthemum courtyard. Behind him, Xu Shi saw the two leave, took back some complicated eyes and began the day's lecture.

With the cloth bag on his body and followed Geng Yuanfu, Yang Yanzhao was much more comfortable. Although he was expelled from the house, he now has at least the choice to continue to laugh and live a proud life.

Without saying anything, he walked in a muffled voice. When passing Xu Shi's Zhuxuanju, Yang Yanzhao looked up. The ink bamboos seemed to be dyed by the morning dew, which was even more verdant.

After Zhu Xuanju, there is a slightly small courtyard. The wall is covered with green vines, and several butterflies fluttering among the few wild flowers.

Pushing open the simple wooden door, Geng Yuanfu walked in, and Yang Yanzhao followed closely.

"Yang Jing pays a visit to his teacher."

Entering the yard, Yang Yanzhao took the lead in saluteing respectfully. The ancients' etiquette of worshipping his teacher was very tedious. He didn't know it, but he still understood the salute of his disciples.

Geng Yuanfu smiled and held the white hair on his shoulder. This son is really a good material. He didn't give this gift when he left the chrysanthemum courtyard before, but went to the empty yard. It was thought that he did not want to stimulate other people in the chrysanthemum courtyard.

"Exemption from gifts", Geng Yuanfu walked to the wooden chair in the yard and sat down. "In the future, you and I will be masters and apprentices. There is no need for red tape, but I still want to kneel down to worship."

"Thank you, teacher."

Taking down the cloth bag on his body and putting it aside, Yang Yanzhao strode to the tea that was being boiled on the fire beside Geng Yuanfu, took the small pot and slowly poured a cup.

Pearing up the fragrant tea, Yang Yanzhao knelt respectfully in front of Geng Yuanfu and raised the tea cup above his head, "Please use tea."

"Haha!"

Geng Yuanfu suddenly laughed twice, took the tea, and took a few sips. "According to the ancient gift, I should give you a gift as a teacher. Just this little thing. Yan Zhao, you can put it away."

Yang Yanzhao looked up and saw that an inch-long, crystal-bodied jade bottle was handed over, with red ears under it. The sun reflected the red color of the ears on the jade bottle, making the red and white blend together, and even have a slow flow.

This is a precious thing.

Following Lan Guizhai's many jades, Yang Yanzhao suddenly felt that this thing was extraordinary in his heart. He quickly stretched out his hands and carefully took it over, "Yan Zhao thanked his teacher."

Geng Yuanfu smiled and touched his white hair again and smiled happily, but his eyes seemed to be facing the southwest, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was actually proud.

Since then, Yang Yanzhao no longer went to the chrysanthemum courtyard. He stayed in Geng Yuanfu's courtyard all day long to study with him. Originally, the latter asked Xu Shaoyang to prepare a small courtyard and planned to leave him in the college, but Yang Yanzhao was a little worried about the exhaust wind, so he declined.

Why is it so difficult? Just bring the exhaust air in together.

During the meal, He Yu said in a loud voice, and Yang Yanzhao shook his head. The college was a place of sages in the eyes of the world. There was no one to use the teacher and brother. He, a junior with a little maid, was not going to be scolded. It was better to go out early and come back late with Zhang Qian.

Xu Shi accepted Zhang Qian as an apprentice, which was what Yang Yanzhao later said from Zhang Qian. In this way, He Yu often teased Zhang Qian, so that he had a little uncle.

However, Zhang Qian was not annoyed, but had an inexplicable fighting spirit. Whenever He Yu said this, he always saluted Yang Yanzhao as a disciple first, and then shook his sleeves casually. "What about the little uncle? I, Zhang Qiubai, will definitely not lose to him in the autumn!"

Seeing this situation, Yang Yanzhao always smiled silently. Zhang Qian could untie the knot, but he was still quite happy. After getting along with each other for many days, although the two were not confidants, they could also be regarded as friends.

The lights were burning silently. Yang Yanzhao looked carefully at the scroll given by Geng Yuanfu. He Yu's bloated figure outside the house kept wandering. He wanted to step into the college, but finally stopped walking.

"What's wrong with you tonight?"

Yang Yanzhao is a martial artist. Of course, he heard the movement, so he got up and walked outside the house and asked He Yu, who was shocked by his sudden appearance.

"Brother Yanzhao, tomorrow is the opening day of my brother's shop, so I want to invite you to go with Brother Qiu Bai, but I just see you working hard on the scroll, so I don't know how to open my mouth."

Is the shop going to open?

Yang Yanzhao counted a few days in his heart. After more than ten days, it was almost time. He immediately smiled and gently punched He Yu's chest. "Of course I'm going. My brother is going to be a big boss. How can I not support him!"