Saint of the Confucian way

Daniel Fang hurried back to the yard and put the shaft together.

Many students were worried. Chang wanxu asked, "Fang Yun, don't you think about it anymore?"

Fang Yun looked indifferent and said, "it's my holy way to retreat at the cusp of the wind and waves. It's my holy way to know how to retreat and understand reason. It's also my holy way to go to condolence when a friend is seriously injured and his father is newly lost. Knowing how to advance and being affectionate are also my holy ways. They don't conflict and don't need to think about it."

"Since it's Fang Yun's friend and our friend, let's go together."

Everyone nodded.

Soon, seven cars left the door and went to Qian's house together.

Qian's mansion is a big family in Yuhai city. Many carriages have stopped in front of it. After getting out of the car, the party walked to the door. The Qian family servant took Fang Yun and others in.

Qian's house was miserable. Many people were already wearing filial piety, and others were crying with red eyes.

"Fang Yun, Fang maocai is coming!" the servant said. Many people hurried out of the way. Most people were very moved. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun came at this time.

The mourning hall has been set up. Fang Yun goes to mourn Qian's father first, and then the people in the Qian family lead him down to Qian poishang's bedroom.

The servant girl at the door whispered, "the young master just woke up, but he looks bad. The doctor said it's okay, but......" the servant girl didn't go on.

Fang Yun nodded and pushed the door in.

"Brother Qian."

Fang Yun went to the bedside and looked at Qian Poshan, who was gray and unable to speak.

The candles in the room were bright and dark. Qian Poshan was leaning against the head of the bed with a pillow on his back. A smile appeared on his pale face and said, "sit down."

Fang Yun sat on a chair.

"How do you know? I told others before I went, don't disturb you."

"Since you're here, don't ask this. I didn't expect you to participate in the literary fight." Fang Yun's tone was very heavy.

Qian Po Shang said, "I didn't want to go either. When no one paid attention to them, they naturally left. But... Their words were so ugly that I couldn't help it. In fact, it's nothing. I had no hope of being a scholar. I'll join the army in a few days. I don't have the courage, but the literary palace, talent and heaven's gift are still there. I'm much better than scholar."

"Qingguo people are really so much better than Jingguo?" Fang Yun asked.

Qian Po Shang said seriously, "yes. If the Ten Kingdoms are judged by literati as strong or weak, the state of Wu can be in the top three, while the state of Qing is in the top five. Our country is now short of four states. Which of the state of Qing and the state of Wu is not more than ten states? One country is equal to our three kingdoms, and the population is more than five times that of our country. How can we compare it?"

"Oh, think about it. Qing Dynasty takes thousands of people a year, but our scenery country is less than 300, which is far from comparable." Fang Yun said.

Qian poshang looked worried and said, "Fang Yun, now everyone can see that Jingguo is declining. You should also find a way back for yourself. You'd better disclose your mentor's identity, or simply leave Jingguo."

Fang Yun shook his head and said, "my mentor has never said this, and I can't speak. As for leaving Jingguo, I haven't thought about it for the time being. After all, if I leave now, I will leave a permanent stain on my loyalty, courtesy, faith and courage, which is equal to giving up these four holy ways in the future, even worse than the left."

Qian Po Shang said, "so Zuo Xiang is the most cunning. The reason why he can turn over his hands for the cloud and cover his hands for the rain in the king country is that he may join the semi holy aristocratic family headed by the Lu family early. He has the skill of a miscellaneous family. As long as he can convince himself and doesn't betray the human race, nothing will happen."

Fang Yun thought of the past and said, "I'm afraid it was the mischief and political strategist who caused the great defeat of Jingguo last year."

"We don't know the details. I just heard that there are differences in the holy courtyard. Some holy aristocratic families insist on killing demons and killing barbarians, but some aristocratic families such as miscellaneous families and strategists think they want to win over barbarians and even barbarians to kill demons. If they complete Lian barbarian's feat, I'm afraid there will be a new Asian saint. It should be the one who is in charge."

Fang Yun naturally knows that he is talking about the half saint of today's miscellaneous family, but the half saint is too strong. If he mentions his name, he will be perceived by the other party.

"Semi saints, sub saints, saints, step by step, if you can really unite the barbarians and achieve the sub saints, then all your efforts and all your losses are worth it. The problem is that the difficulty of uniting the barbarians is equivalent to another Kong saint, but its achievements can not achieve the saints. Wan Yilian's barbarians have failed and lost too much. I'm afraid those semi saints who agree with Lian barbarians will shake." Fang Yun said.

"So there's a lot of opposition, but other people have nothing to do with the miscellaneous scholars and political strategists. After all, the miscellaneous scholars and political strategists are the most powerful civil servants in various countries. Unfortunately, the temptation to become a saint of Asia is too great, and he won't give up. Since you don't want to leave Jingguo, you must be careful everywhere. If Zuo Xiang uses the miscellaneous experts or political strategists to target you, as long as he doesn't violate the rules of the holy courtyard, the holy courtyard will be afraid It's hard to get involved. "

"I'll be more careful. You don't have to worry about me. There's no possibility of repairing your gall?"

Qian Poshan smiled calmly and said, "it's impossible. Since I decided to fight, I'm ready to break my courage. As long as you can be safe, it doesn't matter what happens to Jingguo in the future. You can die in the hands of demons, but not in the hands of Qingguo people!"

"They can't destroy us." Fang Yun's tone was very firm.

"I believe you!" said Champ with a smile.

"Since brother Qian is sober, I'll leave. I'll come to your father's funeral. Lie down and don't send it." Fang Yun stood up.

"Then I won't send it."

Fang Yun went to the door, turned his back to Qian Poshan and asked, "who hurt you?"

After a while, Qian poshang was helpless and said, "Xi Mo Lu."

After saying goodbye to Qian poishang, Fang Yun walked to the gate, and his face turned from dull to overcast. Naturally, he couldn't be too excited in front of Qian poishang.

After taking a few steps, Fang Yun heard a noise from the courtyard near the door.

"Bully people too much! Bully people too much! It's just that Qingguo people bully people at the door of their home. They even insult women in Jingguo! I can't bear it. I'll go to the literary academy now!"

"Despicable and shameless! In order to attract Fang Yun, I used such despicable techniques!"

"But that man is a traitor. As long as he is not a major crime, he must be handed over to the holy court for trial. The government of Jingguo can't deal with him at all! He is hiding in the literary academy now. We can't do anything about him except literary fighting."

"Damn it! It's too much to tear up the clothes of my yuhaicheng woman in the street and then scold Fang Yun as a shrinking turtle!"

"That woman is innocent. After being humiliated, she threw herself into the river angrily. Fortunately, someone saved her, or I would have to kill that man!"

"That kind of person is a scum. I heard that he complacently said that this is the means of a strategist. He said that this is the method of motivating generals and 'the soldier who subdues people without war'! Damn, damn!"

"Go! Even if you die, you will splash the blood of Qingguo people!"

Fang Yun was furious. He thought the other party was just a literary fight. Unexpectedly, he used this obscene means, which has really broken through the bottom line he can tolerate.

Fang Yun strode out to the yard at the door and saw many people walking towards the door, including his classmates in the State Academy of literature.

"Everyone, Fang Mou goes to the literary academy together!" Fang Yun's voice is not loud, but it seems that there is a magical power that makes everyone stop and look back at him.

Some people were overjoyed. They were waiting for this moment when they learned that Qingguo came to the literary fight. Since Fang Yun won the Dragon Boat cultural meeting and won the first place in the book mountain, many scholars in Jiangzhou have regarded Fang Yun as the leader of Jiangzhou literary world, and Fang Yun has almost become their spiritual sustenance.

Others have mixed feelings for fear that Fang will be transported.

Fang Yun's classmates looked worried.

"Fang Yun, do you really want to go? We don't believe you, but the scholars who came to celebrate the country this time are maocai from various governments, and the whole people are Jieyuan from various states. The key is that they have been famous for several years and have been on the mountain of books."

"It doesn't matter. I have my own discretion." Fang Yun said as he walked.

A man shouted excitedly, "let's go together! Teach the villains of Qingguo a lesson!"

"Yes, Fang Yun, since you can go to three mountains and three pavilions, even if you don't pass, you can't get the heart of literature. We believe you! You can write town poems and good war poems."

"Yes! It's not necessary to write handed down war poems. As long as ordinary war poems are OK, you will certainly be able to beat them!"

The crowd surrounded Fang Yun and walked out.

A man whispered, "there are three kinds of literary fighting, namely war poetry, talent and courage. Fang Yun is a scholar. Without courage, they can't compare. Fang Yun has always been known as a poet. What if they don't compare war poetry with Fang Yun? He has just become a scholar this year. No matter how talented he is, he can't compare with those scholars in his twenties. Therefore, they will certainly compare his talent with Fang Yun."

"Indeed, this is Fang Yun's weakness."

"Let's see then. Since Fang Yun can reach such a high level in the book mountain, even if his talent is not solid enough, he should not lose too badly."

They got on the carriage and went to Wenyuan street in the dark.

The night sky on the tenth day of the ninth lunar month was bright and the stars were sparse, while the Wenyuan street in Yuhai Prefecture was brightly lit. A large number of scholars gathered here. Everyone's heart was holding a group of anger that had no place to vent.

Fang Yun got out of the car and immediately felt the repressive atmosphere here. It was like a big firecracker, which could explode at any time.

Fang Yun looked around. Everyone seemed to have the word "sadness and anger" written on their faces.

Many people were whispering.

"These bastards, if they go out of the Academy safely, I must learn from Jing Ke and assassinate them!"

"Don't be impulsive. Our country only needs to win one game."

"It's impossible. They are talents selected from more than a dozen states. We can't compete with them at all. I'm not afraid to lose, but if they insult our people like this, they will spill their blood five steps!"

"Alas..."

Before Fang Yun took a few steps, one of them suddenly shouted, "Fang Yun is coming! Fang Yun Mao is coming! The best scholar in the world is coming!"

The whole courtyard street has been quiet from near to far. No matter what they were saying and doing before, they all look to the place where Fang Yun is located.

Fang Yun bowed to the crowd, looked solemn and strode towards the Fuwen Academy.

Everyone gave way one after another, and the people behind immediately followed, as if a torrent rolled forward.

More and more people joined in, and the flood soon turned into a tsunami. Led by Fang Yun, a burst of courage seemed to break through the sky and press against the Academy of Arts.

"Fang Yun will win!"

"Fang Yun will win!"

"Jingguo is invincible!"

"Jingguo is invincible!"

They shouted slogans again and again to vent their resentment and anger these days.

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