Saint of the Confucian way

Two people face each other with four eyes.

Everyone saw the undisguised coldness in Fang Yun's eyes, as well as his indifference to the crafty and cunning.

Fang Yun respects and treats every ordinary people of the Terran well. Since the day when the Zuo Xiang party hurt Yang Yuhuan, Liu Shan has lost Fang Yun's most basic respect, even if he is a bachelor.

Liu Shan's eyes were still warm as usual, as if Fang Yun was not the political enemy and the enemy of the holy way he wanted to get rid of, but his cooperative opponent.

Liu Shan is still that Liu Shan, but Fang Yun is no longer the cautious scholar.

Liu Shan smiled and said, "King Ji is famous all over the world. He has made great contributions to the human race and holds the position of virtual saint. Now he has won the first prize of the human race. However, King Ji is still young. If he can enter the holy courtyard for three or five years, he will rise to heaven like a hidden dragon in the future."

"The north is tight. I'm afraid I can't wait three years." Fang Yun looked straight at Liushan, his eyes like a sword.

"It's hard and easy to break. If King Ji doesn't know to hide his power and bide his time, he will be jealous by heaven if he is too sharp!"

"If heaven and earth can accommodate all spirits and all things, it can accommodate our transportation. If we are not afraid of heaven's jealousy, we are afraid of people's jealousy." Fang Yun said.

"Man will conquer heaven." Liu Shan said.

"Yes, man will conquer heaven!" Fang Yun's voice was full of excitement.

They said similar words, but they had different meanings.

"To solve the crisis of Jingguo, it doesn't matter whether there are more or less great scholars, not to mention the Imperial Academy. Now Jingguo needs a semi saint, not an empty saint!" Liu Shan said.

Many Jingguo people present clenched their fists, and Liu Shan finally saw the poor dagger.

Some old officials thought that Liushan would never do this on weekdays, but he suddenly opened his mouth today, obviously feeling the pressure of Fang Yun.

A Jinshi imperial Shi got up and said in a stern voice, "Mr. Zuo Xiang, our country is now a big enemy. Why do you confuse the people and shake the morale of the army? If there is more than one great scholar, our country will have more chances to win!"

"Oh? Dare you ask Zhang Yushi, how much can a great Confucian hold in front of the semi holy wolf killing? Three or four?" Liu Shan's words were still light.

The censor Zhang was silent, not unable to argue, but could not go on, because once he went on, he would mention Chen Guanhai. Once he talked about the war between Chen Guanhai and wolf killing, the consequences were very serious, because everyone knew that Chen Guanhai would be defeated. If he went on, he would shake the morale of the army.

At this time, many people found that Liu Shan's conversation was ingenious. They did not say that Jingguo could not resist the demon barbarians, but put forward a demand that Jingguo could not complete. In this way, even if he saw the poor dagger, he had no handle.

Fang Yun said, "in those days, Chen Sheng had an agreement with wolf killing. As long as the barbarians couldn't attack Yuyang pass, the two saints couldn't fight under the holy throne. In other words, as long as we keep Yuyang pass, our country can stick to it for a long time."

"Not to mention that the words of the demon saint are not credible, even if they are credible, how long can Yuyang pass before hundreds of millions of demon barbarians? Moreover, even with the assistance of the holy courtyard and other countries, it is difficult for the total number of great Confucianism to exceed 20, and the number of great demon kings has exceeded 100. Therefore, I think that our king country needs a new semi saint within three years."

Liu Shan seemed to be just analyzing the current situation of Jingguo, but the last sentence surprised all the people present.

That sentence is obvious. Chen Guanhai can only support three years at most!

Some people finally panicked.

The next three years will be the most difficult three years in the history of Jingguo, even more difficult than the founding of Jingguo.

Suddenly, the vitality of the place near Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan was boiling. They hurried to see it, but found that the vitality had subsided.

Liushan suddenly shut up and said nothing.

If he dares to say one more word, Jiang Hechuan will dare to behead him in front of the Fengtian hall!

"Three years, that's enough." Fang Yun suddenly smiled, glanced at Liushan, and walked out with a calm look and pace.

After a few interest, Jizhi Bai shouted, "three years is not enough!"

"It's enough to kill a great scholar or a great Confucian." Fang Yun walked along.

People suddenly realized that if they could not save Jingguo, Fang Yun would let Liushan be buried with Jingguo!

It was sunny over the palace, but a mile away from the palace, there were cloudy clouds and drizzle in early winter.

Zuo Xiangdang people feel cold. Will tomorrow's Zuo Xiangdang become yesterday's Changxi village?

Liu Shan smiled. There was a vague meaning in his smile. He looked at Fang Yun's back and said, "Your Highness, at the end of the champion banquet, the champion will make the champion's poetry!"

Liu Shan's voice restored his usual kindness, as if it was just an irrelevant person reminding Fang Yun, just giving an end to the top scholar banquet.

Fang Yun didn't answer, but went farther and farther. When Fang Yun's figure disappeared outside the palace, the voice of spring thunder sounded over the palace.

"The light cold and the back rain are sad,

There is no dust and no mud in jiumo.

Or the usual old taste,

The whip sleeves hung down across the west of the street. "

Everyone was stunned at first. They sincerely liked the poem, but no one cheered loudly, because any cheering seemed to destroy the artistic conception of the poem.

The crowd seemed to see the cold rain dribbling down, and the cold rain dripping on Fang Yun. The roads in the capital are clean and tidy without any dust and mud. As like as two peas of willow willows, the Chinese people are taking a walk in the west of the street. Although they are in the top of the high school today, their mood is just the same as usual, and it is the same taste on weekdays.

Until now, some scholars secretly sigh in their hearts that Fang Xusheng's state of mind is really higher, and he has obtained unexpected spiritual wealth in Ning'an.

No matter how modest he is, there will be a trace of pride or conceit between the lines. But in this poem, he can't see any pride. Fang Yun really doesn't care about the title of No. 1 scholar. He really took an ordinary heart to attend the No. 1 scholar banquet, which is very consistent with his status as a prince and a virtual saint.

Liu Shan suddenly snorted coldly, shook his long sleeves and left immediately.

Some scholars didn't know why Liu Shan was angry. After all, he kept calm, but some old scholars suddenly smiled and didn't speak.

Young people talked and soon found the problem.

"Whip sleeve is a nickname for willow branches. Willows can be called remnant willows in winter. What if the last sentence was changed to 'drooping remnant willows across the west of the street'?"

"Is it to say that although there are residual willows on the street, the winter rain has washed away the dust on the street. He has taken a leisurely walk in the clean capital without being affected by the 'willow Party'?"

"Fang Xusheng's use of poetry is simply superb. No matter how well Liu Shan said it, future generations can't remember how he treated Fang Xusheng, but as long as this poem exists, future generations must remember the cleverness of Fang Xusheng."

"Speaking of willows... Which of you remember the other two?"

"Of course!"

They immediately recited two poems.

The first poem was written by Fang Yun at the early spring literature meeting when he went to Ning'an county.

The light rain on Tianjie is as smooth as crisp,

The color of grass is far away but not near.

The best thing is the spring of the year,

The imperial capital is full of smoke and willows.

The second one is written in Ning'an after Fang Yun eradicated the left Prime Minister party in Mizhou.

The chaos has not turned yellow,

Leaning on the east wind, he is crazy.

Release the flying flowers to cover the sun and the moon,

I don't know if there is clear frost in heaven and earth.

People couldn't help tasting the three poems again.

"The first one is a poem about spring. At that time, it said that there was new grass in spring, which is a new force, better than the king country with only 'willows'! The second one is a poem about early summer. Before that, there were treacherous people who created food disasters to endanger Ning'an, just like the catkins that were rampant when they were in power, they were easily disintegrated by Fang Xusheng. Since then, the' willows' in Mizhou have been almost uprooted. Couplet This third song is meaningful! "

Qiao juze said impolitely: "In the first willow poem, the capital has a new grass color, which is better than the smoke willow. Fang Xusheng believes that the left Prime Minister party is in decline and full of confidence; in the second willow poem, the world is clear and the frost is gone. It is Fang Xusheng who purges the left Prime Minister party in Mizhou and is complacent; in the third willow poem, Fang Xusheng's state of mind has changed greatly, which has temporarily suppressed the left Prime Minister party. No matter what happens in the future, Fang Xusheng Liu Dang will not be regarded as important as before. It will always be an ordinary enemy. "

"It is worthy of being the ancestor of poetry. After such a long time, it can also form a triple poem. Every sentence is like a knife, which pokes into the heart of Liushan, and the knife sees blood."

"It's terrible to offend Fang Xusheng. It's not only a curse when you're alive, but also a bad legacy after you die!"

"Fang Yun is already a virtual saint. Unless he goes against the seed, even the saints have no right to prohibit the dissemination and destruction! Don't think about it. Liushan will be a bad legacy for thousands of years!"

"No wonder Zuo Xiang couldn't help humming in the end. I'm afraid he knew the end."

"These three songs seem to be 'three batches of Liushan'."

"Yes, let's name it sanpai Liushan. After we recruit new students in Yangyi college, we must teach sanpai Liushan first."

Many people couldn't help laughing. The dean of Yangyi Academy was so bad that even if Liu Shan became a great Confucian or even canonized, he couldn't wash away today's sewage.

The Zuo Xiangdang people couldn't listen more and more. The guests didn't pay attention to them and had to leave disheartened.

"Eh? The top scholar poems of the ten countries have been listed one after another. Fang Xusheng's poems are indeed the first among the top scholar poems of the ten countries."

"Although Fang Xusheng's poems allude to Zuo Xiang, they are calm and indifferent. If you look at other champion poems, Yan Yukong's one can barely be regarded as some artistic conception. After all, it is done in a hurry. There are too many other champion poems..."

"I'll send the three batches of Liushan to the discussion list and watch a good play!"

"Hahaha..."

Liu Shan went back to his house with a overcast face all the way.

Jizhi coughed up blood all the way home and fainted before reaching the door.

In the Longma luxury car, Fang Yun sighed in his heart that longjue is good. It needs rain to write poetry. One idea can spread the clouds and rain. It seems that if you want to obtain more powerful longjue power in the future, if you don't use the poetic environment, create the environment!

"If I had written a poem to fight back against Liushan before, I would stop here. But today, I not only have to fight back, but also take the initiative to fight! Now the demon man goes south and can't fight against Liushan. What's more, Liushan is not an ordinary scholar, even more than a top scholar. He is a person who is close to a great Confucian. I'm afraid he can touch the edge of the holy way at any time. Although my strength is strong, it must be Suppressed by Gao Wenwei. Let me think about how to take the initiative to attack by other means... "

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