Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Daniu and his family waited beside the carriage outside Wenyuan street. When they saw Fang Yun, they could see clearly that more than 30 officials in official clothes around Fang Yun were confused.

"Didn't the master commit a terrible case?" asked a young entourage.

"Offend you! Take a closer look. They laugh so happily. Haven't you heard the semi holy words? It's the first of the book mountain and the first show of the ten countries. Fools understand that it's a good thing! However, these officials are too strange." Fang Daniao said.

When he got under the carriage, Fang Yun didn't get on or not. He got on the bus. He was too rude to these officials, but he didn't get on the bus. He was surrounded by a group of officials for so long that he didn't know how many people would see him along the way.

Fang Yun looked at the sky. Before six o'clock, there would not be too many people on the road, so he nodded to Fang Daniu, motioned him to follow, then talked and laughed with all the officials and continued to go home.

"Fang Wujia, before you go to the book mountain, you are at most a scholar with a literary name. But when you go to the three mountains and three pavilions of the book mountain, you are a talent with great potential. If nothing happens, you will become a great Confucian in the future. I won't be surprised even if you are canonized."

"This statement is reasonable. Once the three mountains and three pavilions go up, Fang Yun will become a great Confucian. Although it is difficult to be a semi saint, it is not without a chance."

Fang Yun said modestly, "you're flattered. My heart is to the holy way. It doesn't matter which step to take. Just be yourself."

Fang Shouye smiled and said, "Fang Yun, don't be modest! There will be great Confucianism in our family in the future. It's difficult to canonize. There are many talents who go to the three mountains and three pavilions for the first time, but not many of them are canonized. However, you have a great chance."

Fang Yun had no choice but to take a look at his uncle. He had been there since just now. He was more beautiful than the real top show in ten countries. He was almost caught by people all over the world and said that Fang Yun was his nephew.

Those officials can understand Fang Shouye's mentality. Fang Yun's literary name has greatly increased this time. Previously, people who only read Wen Bao and Shengdao knew it, but now the couplet is hung at the door of the ten countries literary academy. Women and children know it for a year at most. Countless people will take Fang Yun as an example.

A general said with a smile, "I'm afraid those people in Dayuan mansion have even regretted their intestines! They must now think that Fang Yun should have been locked in the Academy of arts to prevent all assassinations against Fang Yun. Unfortunately, Fang Yun is in the limelight in Yuhai city. If anything happens in the future, we must thank Dayuan mansion for its integrity!"

"And the Dragon Boat cultural conference. Thank Dayuan mansion."

"Who dares to say that Fang Yun came to Yuhai mansion to rob the book mountain quota in the future? I took it out with a big mouth! Let alone a Book Mountain quota, even if all the people who robbed us all of Yuhai mansion would be convinced!"

"Of course!"

Fang Yun was modest again and again, but these scholars didn't care what he said.

Fang Yun was modest at the beginning, but soon understood these people. In addition to Li Wenying, Jingguo has not appeared a genius comparable to the four talents for decades. The semi holy family of Jingguo has long focused on the holy courtyard and Liangjie mountain. In addition, it has been warned by the holy families of Qingguo and Wu that even if it helps the royal family of Jingguo, its strength is limited.

In the eyes of aristocratic family children, the state is not important. As long as the human race is not destroyed, the holy aristocratic family will never be destroyed.

Jingguo has been oppressed miserably over the years. Now it's hard to come up with a Fang Yun who tries to oppress the ten countries. They say that they have little hope of becoming a saint, but they wish Fang Yun would be canonized tomorrow to ensure the peace of Jingguo for a hundred years.

Yang Yuhuan is happier than anyone to see so many people recognize Fang Yun.

All the way to Fang Yun's house, all the talents left together, and then left in twos and threes.

The book mountain yielded a great harvest, but Fang Yun's spirit was extremely tired. He went back to the house and fell asleep.

In the morning, Zhang poyue's people sent a demon turtle egg with a large sea bowl.

In the afternoon, the Tong family, a famous family in Yuhai mansion, was in a mess. Tong Li woke up and hanged to death. Before he died, he left a blood letter and asked his family to avenge him.

Until the evening, Fang Yun didn't wake up. The little fox jumped into his arms and slept with him.

Yang Yuhuan knew that the slave was psychic. When he saw that the slave was not worried, he was relieved.

Yuhai city is brightly lit at night, and the North sub City, an important commercial town, is bustling with people even in the middle of the night.

On the road from Yuhai city to the capital, a fire hoofed ox cart sped rapidly. The ladder of the fire hoofed ox kept splashing strange sparks, far faster than the common armour ox.

The fire hoofed ox cart was bumpy, but the boy waiter inside was unconscious. He was reading the book Sun Bin's art of War slowly in his hand. He spoke very slowly, as if he wanted to brand every word deeply in his mind.

Suddenly, a white and bloody lightsaber flew from the south of Yuhai City, fell hundreds of feet away and inserted into the road.

The coachman immediately made the fire hoofed cow slow down, and the boy waiter opened the curtain and looked at the familiar bleeding ancient sword in front of him.

When the ox cart stopped, the boy waiter quietly looked at the sword. Once upon a time, he fought side by side with the owner of the sword, killed demons and savages, drank and ate meat together.

"Alas..."

Tong Shilang sighed and stared at the bleeding ancient sword for a quarter of an hour before he firmly said, "my grandson can't die in vain. It's not my holy way to fight and win, attack and don't take. Go back to Beijing and go to Zuo prime minister's house."

"Yes, sir."

Tong Shilang took another look at the bleeding ancient sword, put down the curtain and continued to read Sun Bin's art of war.

With a slight shock, the bleeding ancient sword flew to the south, crossed Yuhai City, flew to the Bank of the Yangtze River very close to Yuhai City, and entered Li Wenying in green clothes and embroidered cloud clothes.

On the river, dozens of feet away from Li Wenying, stood a bachelor in blue and embroidered cloud clothes, but nearly 20 years younger than Li Wenying.

"I've seen Lord Li when I last learned ancient Jingdao." the young bachelor bent down and bowed.

"Shijun, you're welcome. You're one of the four talents of our generation. You don't need to salute." Li Wenying sat cross on a large stone, didn't look at the ancient competition Road, and looked at the direction of the Yangtze River Estuary with a calm face.

"I always admire your name and know that you are a decisive and straightforward person. Let me be frank. Since my disciple has made a gambling agreement with Fang Yun and is willing to admit defeat, I as a teacher can't say anything. But Fang Yun and Zhang poyue don't even give a way to live. I'm not here to embarrass Fang Yun, but to see him. If he sincerely apologizes, the matter will be over. As for the broken mountain, I can just take a stab at it. "

Li Wenying still looked at the sea and said, "if you dare to go ashore, I will cut you."

Gu Jingdao stood on the water with a flash of anger in his eyes and said, "it's said that Jianmei is fair and impartial. Why is there no distinction between public and private now? I'm not killing him, but comforting the spirit of my disciples in heaven."

"That kind of disaster can't go to heaven. It should have been reincarnated and become an insect in the demon world." Li Wenying said faintly.

"He's a disciple of my Shijun Gu Jingdao. I grew up watching him!" Gu Jingdao said, stepped forward and stared at Li Wenying, his muscles taut.

"Fang Yun and Zhang poyue are under my protection."

"You can protect it for a while, but you can't protect it for a lifetime."

"It doesn't matter. If Zhang poyue is dead, I'll kill you. If Fang Yun is dead, I'll kill your ten families."

Gu Jingdao suppressed his anger and said, "what if your disciple is killed?"

"If my disciples are like yours, I'll kill them first, so as not to cause disaster for me." Li Wenying still said in a neutral tone.

Gu Jing sighed and said, "although Dehong is wrong, it can't kill him. I didn't want to teach Fang Yun a lesson, but since you hinder me and encounter Fang Yun in the future, I will punish him a little!"

"Say it again." Li Wenying suddenly turned his head and looked at Gu Jing.

Gu Jingdao suddenly felt stuffy in his chest, his breathing was not smooth, and his heart beat rapidly. He saw a sea of blood in Li Wenying's eyes.

Gu Jingdao exhausted all his strength and couldn't open his mouth to repeat that sentence.

Li Wenying turned his head again and looked at the estuary of the Yangtze River.

For a long time, Gu Jing said, "Fang Yun won the first place in the book mountain this time, and a large number of scholars from Qingguo and Wuguo left the book mountain ahead of time, and even some people were unconscious and the literary palace was damaged. Many people believe that Fang Yun did it, and someone will come to Jingguo to fight! I originally wanted to resolve the gratitude and resentment between the two countries. Since you stopped, I won't stop Qingguo students coming to Jingguo to fight!"

"Why not fight directly?" Li Wenying asked.

Gu Jingdao was speechless.

Wenbi is a duel.

The literary fight is divided into two parts.

Literary warfare is seizing the city.

"Li Wenying, you deceive people too much."

Li Wenying said slowly, "since you lost in the dragon boat culture meeting, you are bound to come to Jingguo to fight. Don't I know? Your disciple is so unbearable that I should have killed him before he came to Yuhai city. I will recommend you to the holy courtyard to go to Liangjie mountain. You are no longer suitable to stay in the ten countries."

"Hum! Since you are so unreasonable, don't blame our country for doing things."

"Don't you Qingguo people keep pushing Jingguo to a dead end?" Li Wenying said.

Gu Jingdao was silent.

"You will regret what happened today." Gu Jing turned and left.

"I'm thinking about cutting you."

Gu Jingdao trembled, white clouds appeared under his feet and flew to the other side quickly.

Li Wenying stood up, looked at the back of Gu Jingdao, and turned back to Yuhai city.

One night later, Fang Yun finally woke up.

"Hungry!" this is the first word Fang Yun said.

So Yang Yuhuan and his servants began to get busy and prepare breakfast for Fang Yun.

Not long after, Fang Yun began to eat breakfast.

Daniel Fang came in with a lot of invitations and invitations, and said with a bitter face, "this is yesterday, and there may be more today."

"Just say I was injured in Shushan and need to cultivate for half a month." Fang Yun said.

"OK." Daniel Fang left reluctantly.

The slave cried twice, jumped onto Fang Yun's table, stretched out his little claw, pressed Fang Yun's wrist, looked up at him, and showed his inquiring eyes to know if he was hurt.

Yang Yuhuan asked with concern, "are you really hurt?"

Fang Yun smiled and said, "no, I lied to them. I learned too much in Shushan. It's hard to digest in a short time. It takes some time, so I have to study hard in isolation. I'm really not hurt."

Fang Yun said, reaching out to touch Nu Nu's small head, but Nu Nu was skeptical. He put his nose into Fang Yun's hand and sniffed it gently before he let go.

Yang Yuhuan said with a smile, "then I'm relieved."