Saint of the Confucian way

"This is Fang Yun's manuscript, only a cross, not a poem!" the man shouted as he held it up.

When the crowd looked, ten words were indeed written on it.

The warbler crows on the bank, the willow makes the spring clear, the dawn is bright, and the moon is bright.

Everyone at the full text meeting was stunned. It was completely unexpected that someone would do so. No matter Duan Qing or Zhang Zhixing, it was too late to stop them.

Almost at the moment when the man raised the paper, Zhang Zhixing and several others opened their mouths gently and wanted to put their swords outside, but they finally slowed down a step and were shouted out by the man. Now even killing the man doesn't help.

"Presumptuous! How dare you rob others' manuscripts openly in the Cultural Conference! Come on, drive this person out of the conference. When the cultural conference is over, I will report to the head of Chongwen academy and drive this rude person out of Chongwen academy!" Zhang Zhixing's eyes are burning with anger and his fists are clenched. He wants to hit the Gu national in the face.

A man slowly got up and said with a smile: "brother Zhang, this brother just wants to see Fang Xusheng's calligraphy. Why do you shout to fight and kill. I see, when this man pleads with Fang Yun, the matter will pass. After all, it is a spring cultural meeting. However, one yard belongs to one yard! Fang Xusheng's poetry failed. As long as he participates in the cultural meeting, he will be punished!"

Many people wanted to defend Fang Yun, but they saw the speaker and shut up silently.

He is young, beautiful and dressed in a brand-new Hanlin robe. He is the Zongyun of the Zong family. He has been in school for three years and is about to leave the holy college. After Zong Wuyuan, the genius of the Zong family, left the holy courtyard, this Zongyun became the representative of the Zong family in the Chongwen academy, and the miscellaneous disciples followed his lead.

Zong Wude, who once entered the holy ruins with Fang Yun, has just entered the holy courtyard. However, because he majored in Confucianism, he has far less control over many miscellaneous students than this Pianfang Zongyun.

"Will you or I preside over this cultural conference?" Zhang Zhixing asked.

"Brother Zhang did preside over the cultural meeting, but even Fang Xusheng said in person that if things are not fair, they will sound. As a member of the holy academy and Chongwen academy, as a member of the Spring Festival cultural meeting, we have reason to stand up when we encounter injustice! If we don't even have this backbone, why do we call ourselves scholars?" Zong yunlang said with full confidence.

"Brother Zong is right!" he saw a Zong family stand up.

"As you know, I don't like the Zong family. I often ridicule Jingguo on the list and highly admire Fang Xusheng. But today, I want to stand on the side of Zongyun. Fang Xusheng really hasn't finished his poetry. No matter what he does, it can't change this fact. I think if Fang Yun really has the spirit of modesty and holiness, he should not only have the ability to command all the people, but also have the humility to bow his head and admit his mistakes!" An old student got up and said.

Nearly 5000 students were present. After Zongyun finished, thousands of people stood up one after another against Fang Yun.

However, many people looked helpless. They didn't want to stand up, but their classmates and friends got up, and some even looked at them secretly for help, so they had to stand up.

Moreover, the influence of miscellaneous families has always been large, there are many people in Qingguo, and more people oppose the women's Academy.

Without the establishment of the women's college, only 300 or 500 people would stand up.

Thousands of people stood up. As the host of the Cultural Association, Zhang Zhixing felt heavy pressure. If he forced people to leave, these 1000 people would surely leave, which would lead to the biggest event in the history of the Spring Festival Cultural Association.

Sun Renbing sneered: "In order to resist the demons and barbarians, Fang Xusheng uses the real dragon order. He plans strategies in the war hall, but you losers are planning to stab in the back! Look at my mouth, look carefully, one of you is a loser compared with Fang Yun! Our soldiers often say that we can do our best not to nag. Today's matter is decided by the literary war of life and death. Zong Yun, pick up the pen Come! "

Sun Renbing said, grabbed a pen and threw it under Zongyun's feet.

Start a literary war.

Zong Yun didn't even look at the pen and said with a smile: "Brother sun is one of the seven sons of the holy Academy. His killing is amazing. I can't compare it. However, the matter of the cultural society should be solved by the means of the cultural society, and the matter of the war hall should naturally be solved in the war hall. Fang Xusheng has made great contributions to the human race. I ask, if he goes against his old skills tomorrow, shall we give up killing him? I don't think so, as I said before, one One yard! Fang Xusheng made contributions to the human race. I fell to the ground and worshipped, but I failed to write poetry in the literary society, so I want to point out justice! "

Zhang Zhixing said, "OK, are you finished? Just sit down. I have heard your suggestion. As the host of the Cultural Association, Chongwen academy asked me to deal with this matter. I have made a final decision. If you are dissatisfied with my decision, after the Cultural Association, you go to the court to report me, and I will bear all the responsibility."

Zong Yun said, "brother Zhang's words are wrong. When brother Zhang came to a conclusion, this page did not appear. Now there are all human and material evidence, and Fang Yunming didn't finish writing. We don't accept your unfair judgment, so we should immediately ask the holy court for a ruling. Since Dongsheng Pavilion is in charge of the internal affairs of the human race, we should ask Dongsheng Pavilion and Chongwen academy to deal with the matter together!"

"The Spring Festival literature meeting has always been hosted by Chongwen Academy. You don't need to say much. Sit down. The literature meeting will continue. Are you ready to join hands against Chongwen academy?" Zhang Zhixing stared at Zongyun gloomily.

Some people who stood up hesitated.

Zongyun smiled and said, "if you want to add sin, why not? If brother Zhang blindly shields Fang Yun and turns a blind eye to his failure in writing poetry, we'll leave now and go to the main gate of the holy courtyard to demonstrate until the holy courtyard gives a satisfactory result. I think..."

"Who said Fang Yun failed to write poetry?" Yan Yukong's voice interrupted Zongyun's words.

"Oh? Brother Yan, aren't you afraid to get burned when he says this? Everyone can see that Fang Yun only writes the cross. Even the shortest three character poem needs at least 12 words, not to mention that there are few three character poems now. The least number of words is five character poem, at least 20 words!"

"I said that when Fang Yun finished writing a poem, he would finish it." Yan Yukong sat on the table and chair, pouring and drinking himself, completely ignoring Zongyun and others.

Zong Yun was not angry and said with a smile, "before you, there is Fang Xusheng's appreciation, and after you listen to Yan Yu's empty interpretation of poetry, please!"

Yan Yukong said calmly, "I dare not interpret poetry. After all, this poem is clearly written on paper. I ask you, the title of the cultural society requires that today's poetry must be related to 'strange', 'spring' and 'Jane'. Is it true?"

"Of course." Zongyun smiled.

"Then, these ten words are the extreme of 'simplicity', perfectly corresponding to the poem title, showing the foundation of Fang Xusheng's poetry and his talent for on-the-spot response." Yan Yukong said.

"Hahaha..." Zongyun laughed loudly, and some people standing laughed.

Some of the people here originally supported Fang Yun, but when they saw that Yan Yukong forced Fang Yun to explain, they were completely lying, and they were a little bored.

Only a few people with high attainments in poetry stared at the ten words and frowned.

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