Saint of the Confucian way

Daofeng mountain, holy courtyard, East holy Pavilion.

The strange light twinkled in the East Saint King's surprised dragon's eyes and finally disappeared, with a faint smile on his face.

"It's a good fortune. Even I underestimate you. If the Terran has you, there's no need to worry."

The smile on his face soon disappeared, replaced by a chill, and then stood up and walked out.

A hundred miles at a step, the wind and cloud roll and thunder roar behind.

The owner of the holy courtyard looked up at the sky in surprise and saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds. Lightning and thunder in the dark clouds. A strange force divided the thousands of miles of dark clouds into two, revealing a fine sky, which was particularly magical.

"Lord Dongsheng is angry!"

"Lord Dasheng is more angry today than usual. There are clouds everywhere. You have to die a demon king or a man king."

"Or a bachelor?"

"No."

"Very likely."

Outside the literary academy of Yuhai mansion.

The people in front of the door didn't leave for a long time. They gathered together and discussed in a low voice. Some said Fang Yun, some said celebrating the country, and some said arguing.

Fang Yun was surrounded by his classmates and people who had dealt with him. Many scholars looked at Fang Yun from a distance and clearly wanted to come to say hello and know Fang Yun, but they were not very interesting and afraid of being too reckless.

What is different from the past is that now people look at Fang Yun's divine color without curiosity or warm eyes. Like Li Wenying, they regard Fang Yun as a respected elder and a real leader in the literary world of Jiangzhou and even Jingguo, which is more close to their hearts than before.

Those older people saw the far-reaching impact of this matter and were happy that Jingguo had such a real leader genius.

There is a big gap between literary genius and literary leaders. For example, the semi Saint disciple Yan Yukong and others are recognized as talents with higher talent than Fang Yun, but they are far from reaching the level of leaders. Fang Yun is now at least the literary leader of Jiangzhou. After this event is published in Wen Bao in more than ten days, he will inevitably become the literary leader of Jingguo.

After a while, someone around Fang Yun suddenly said, "brother Qian, why are you here?"

Fang Yun followed his reputation. It turned out that it was Qian Poshan who had just broken his courage. He was sitting in the chair.

"Brother Qian!" Fang Yun separated the crowd and walked over.

Qian poshang smiled leisurely and said, "I heard you're coming here, so let them send me. I basically know what happened just now. Fang Yun, you're good!"

Ordinary praise is more comforting than sarcastic flattery.

"Like you, I'm just one of them," Fang Yun said modestly.

"But you are the best!" said Qian poshang.

Everyone nodded together.

"Alas, there was nothing wrong with Zuo Xiang before. We all speculated that it was related to the protection of the two families. Today, it was almost certain. If we could really cooperate with the barbarians to kill the demons and sacrifice Jingguo, I would have no complaints, but the problem is, what if the miscellaneous and political experts failed after we were sacrificed?" Qian Boshang said.

"There is no way but to silently pray for justice in the holy courtyard."

"Feng Shaoyu is just a person. He was not qualified to take the great Confucian true text. The semi saint should not instruct him to do such a thing, but his disciples are not necessarily. Fortunately, a saint killed Feng Shaoyu, otherwise he would be in danger."

"This matter must be published in Wen Bao! If the holy courtyard doesn't investigate the responsibility of some people, I'll hit the door in front of the holy courtyard and admonish them! Jingguo has been suppressed by Qingguo and Wuguo for so many years, they don't care, we can bear it! But Fang Yun was born in the sky, and they dare to take Fang Yun as a thorn in the eye, I can't bear it!"

"Brother Cao, Gao Yi! If you go to the holy courtyard, take me with you!"

"I'll go too!"

The crowd responded one after another. Ye Feng said with a smile, "look at this posture. If the holy courtyard doesn't give us an explanation, Fang Yun will cheer up. At least 100000 scholars will hit the wall at the gate of the holy courtyard. I'm afraid Daofeng mountain will be knocked down by us."

Everyone laughed together and felt very warm in their hearts. Jingguo had not done anything with one mind for a long time. Even his enthusiasm for fighting barbarians was gradually dissipated by Zuo Xiang and others.

Fang Yun smiled and didn't talk much, listening to them continue to talk.

In the process of chatting, Fang Yun felt strange when he found a problem in order to know himself and the other, sort out the context of the strategists.

"Gui GuZi, the ancestor of the strategist, is really strange. The deeds of his disciples such as Zhang Yi, Su Qin, Sun Bin and Pang Juan are all in the historical records There are many credible historical records, but he didn't. He said he was a strategist, but he didn't have the historical data of leading the army, and he didn't have war achievements. He said he was a strategist, and no one can cite which country he visited and what specific things he did. However, whether he had any achievements or not, one thing is certain that he must be a great educator, and ghost Valley A book also has great value. "

Guiguzi in the Shengyuan continent was also a hermit, and there were no historical records of his deeds. Fang Yun did not investigate, but focused on today's strategists.

After the Qin Dynasty dominated the world, the role of strategists was very small, the foundation of canonization almost disappeared, integrated into miscellaneous and strategists, and disappeared for a time. It was not until the Ten Kingdoms stood side by side and almost returned to the Warring States period that the strategists grew again. However, because of their weak foundation, no one can be canonized at present.

As the night grew darker, the crowd left one after another. Fang Yun's people kept on decreasing. Not long after, Feng Yuanjun suddenly rushed over from the Academy of Arts, looking very dignified.

"Fang Yun, I have just received some news," said Feng Yuanjun as he walked.

"Related to me?" Fang Yun asked.

Feng Yuanjun said in a deep voice, "Lord Dongsheng went to Qingguo and killed the great Confucian tengjiu in front of the king of Qingguo in the imperial palace of Qingguo."

"Ah!" there was an uproar.

"That's a great Confucian. Why did he die like this?"

"Dongsheng will never kill the great Confucian for this matter today. It's strange."

"Hum, if a great Confucian is guilty, he will be exiled to the front line or liangjieshan, but Lord Dongsheng will kill him. There must be a deeper reason."

"In addition to the sin of betraying the Terran, there is no other possibility for Dongsheng to fight."

"Lord Feng, have you heard from others?"

Feng Yuanjun replied, "yes. Two great scholars, four imperial scholars, eight Jinshi and 96 Ju people and their families were exiled to the front line of various places to fight against demons and barbarians. They were not allowed to return to the Qing state within five generations, and all three families of the great Confucian were exiled to the front line."

Fang Yun suddenly said, "in the war last year, our country lost one bachelor, two Hanlin, four Jinshi and 48 Ju people, and the number of people exiled this time is exactly twice these figures."

The people suddenly realized that they were in great spirits.

"It seems that Dongsheng knows, but after all, there is no full evidence. They didn't deal with those people before. Now they do too much, which poses a great threat to the other party's luck. Dongsheng doesn't need evidence, so they can only knock off their teeth and swallow them in their stomach." Qian poshang said.

"A good friend of mine died in the battle last year. I wrote a letter and sent it to his family. Not only to let them remember Fang Yun's good, but also to let them know that there is justice in this world!"

"Hum, if it weren't for Fang Yun, where would we go to ask for justice? Wouldn't we have sacrificed in vain?"

"You think so too extreme. If the Terran wants to be strong, someone must sacrifice."

Qian Po Shang whispered, "I'm never afraid of sacrifice. I'm only afraid that the credit brought by our sacrifice will be monopolized by some people. When they reward on merit, they only remember themselves and future generations, but forget us and our future generations."

People are silent, which is a problem that can never be solved.

Suddenly, a text goose flew in. After reading it, Feng Yuanjun said, "Shijun apologized for his disciple Shi Dehong's words and deeds, and decided to write a poem and give it to Jingguo people at the Tanabata cultural meeting in Yuhai city."

"Hum, I know I'm wrong in giving a poem, but I can't just lose it. I want a poem to crush Jingguo, so that he won't lose all face. If someone in Jingguo writes poetry better than him, it's not generous. After all, he apologized."

"After all, I'm the four talented people and didn't participate in the literary fight. It's the limit to be willing to apologize. We'll give this face. However, this Tanabata will be changed into a CI meeting." Feng Yuanjun smiled.

Everyone smiled knowingly. At the Tanabata poetry meeting in Yuhai City, Shijun sent a poem, which could not press the literati in Yuhai city. If there were any good words, Shijun would not be able to hang on his face.

However, this kind of thing is a very common dispute over literary names and emotions, which everyone has not paid attention to.

A loud voice suddenly sounded not far away.

"Fang Yun can be here?"

Fang Yun could hear Zhang poyue's voice. Turning around, Zhang poyue and Zhao Hongzhuang came here together.

Zhao Hongzhuang seemed worried. She was relieved to see that Fang Yun was all right.

The broken Yue seemed to care nothing.

"Governor Zhang won't take the dragon boat?" Fang Yun half joked.

"Shijun is scared away by Jianmei Gong, so I don't have to sit. But I won't be governor Zhang in a few days. I'm going to work in Dingyuan army." Zhang poyue said.

Fang Yun knows that there are four armies in the north of Jingguo, including Dingyuan army, the former army, and the left army was beaten and maimed by wolves last year. The right army has been very stable, and the latter army is controlled by Zuo Xiang.

Fang Yun doesn't know much about the military situation of Jingguo, but he also knows that the former army goes deep into the grassland. When the left army is disabled, the former army is likely to be the next target of wolf man, which is countless times more dangerous than Yuhai city.

"Has it been decided?" Fang Yun asked.

"It's settled. Now I'm not the third grade governor, but the second grade former general. It's a good thing." Zhang poyue seemed very happy.

"Congratulations to General Zhang on his promotion." everyone congratulated him.

Zhang poyue felt his beard proudly and said, "I'll entertain guests in Deyue building tomorrow. You must come. By the way, prepare a poem for me, or I won't go!"

"That's why general Zhang came to me in person?" Fang Yun asked with a smile.

"Yes!" Zhang Po Yue added without any embarrassment, "don't fool me. At least you have to go out of the county."

Fang Yun said, "since the general gave me an egg, I'll give the general a poem tomorrow."

"Prepare well. I'll let you write poems on the spot. You can write poems step by step, four steps or eight steps. The title of the poem is" Fang transporting Zhang poyue ", and everyone is famous together." Zhang poyue said.

Fang Yun looked at Zhao Hongzhuang, who was helpless.

People on one side were laughing, thinking that it was really a general maniac. He was so domineering even to be famous for poetry.

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