Saint of the Confucian way

"At noon tomorrow, I'll be in room Tianzi of the moon building. I'll say you're Fang Yun. No one dares not to let you in. I'll go first." Zhang poyue patted Fang Yun on the shoulder and turned away.

The dust of the literary fight fell to the ground, and the people went home one after another.

When the car stopped steadily, Fang Yun got out of the carriage and heard the sound of the piano at home. The sound of the piano was slow and the tone was stagnant. It was obvious that it was a novice practicing the piano.

Fang Yun came in and found that the piano sound came from Yang Yuhuan's room. He walked over quietly and opened the door quietly.

Under the dim oil lamp, Yang Yuhuan was playing the piano seriously. She was wearing a white floral dress, elegant and beautiful, with dark long hair behind her. She looked at the piano carefully and moved it slowly. It was obviously clumsy, but she had a different kind of beauty.

After a while, Yang Yuhuan realized that there was another person in the room. He looked up, blushed, stood up in panic, twisted his hands together and said, "I... I didn't hear you coming back."

Fang Yun didn't expect Yang Yuhuan to be so shy. He smiled and asked, "how many days have you studied?"

"Mrs. Lai only taught me yesterday, and she borrowed it from me." Yang Yuhuan was still a little shy.

Fang Yun asked in surprise, "can you play so well after learning for a day?"

Yang Yuhuan was happy and ashamed. He whispered, "I can't play well at all, but Mrs. Lai said I'm very talented. I was upset today, so I played, but I forgot the time."

"Since you like the piano, go and buy a better one in a few days. I like the way you play the piano. When you practice, play it to me." Fang Yun said.

Yang Yuhuan didn't want Fang Yun to know. She always felt that she was a child's daughter-in-law with a low status, and even just read. She was afraid of being laughed at for learning such elegant things, but she didn't expect that Fang Yun, a great talent in Jiangzhou, not only liked her, but also supported her very much, which made her warm and grateful.

"Well, I'll study Yao Qin well and only give it to you!" Yang Yuhuan whispered, looking at Fang Yun with a different feeling.

"Do you like playing the piano very much?" Fang Yun seemed to be asking nonsense.

Yang Yuhuan was stunned for a moment, carefully nodded his head and said, "I like it very much. I... I think... If I can practice the piano well, I can... Match you a little, a little is enough."

Yang Yuhuan's voice was trembling, but his eyes were very firm.

Fang Yun's eyes became extremely soft and said, "the Qin in Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting is the Yao Qin you play, and scholars should be able to play it. I may not have time to study it, but since you like it, you should practice it well. If you can practice to a high level, it may be of great benefit."

Like calligraphy, Qin, chess and painting have their own realm.

"Well, I will try!" Yang Yuhuan's eyes are brighter at night.

"I will take part in the state examination this year, test people, and then prepare for the Jinshi examination. Whether I can win the Jinshi examination or not, I will marry you in two years at most. You can send someone to inquire about your family when you have time. When you and I get married, I always need your relatives."

"Well, listen to you." Yang Yuhuan lowered his head shyly, his heart as sweet as honey. These days, she found that Fang Yun was changing more and more. She was afraid that Fang Yun would alienate her. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun even treated her better and more considerate than before.

Fang Yun knows how hard women in this era are. Since Yang Yuhuan likes the piano, she lets her concentrate on learning. If she is interested, she will have spiritual sustenance and will not be consumed by trivial things at home.

"In the future, you can play the piano if you want. Don't worry about me. I won't be disturbed by the sound of the piano."

Yang Yuhuan said, "I won't play when you're at home. I'll go to Mrs. Lai. General Lai is hardly at home during the day. It's convenient to be with Mrs. Lai without affecting you."

"Good. The more expensive the Yao Qin is, the better. You don't have to save, just buy it, you know?"

"HMM." Yang Yuhuan was very happy. No matter what Fang Yun said, he nodded and agreed.

"I went back to study. Don't sleep too late."

"Yes." Yang Yuhuan nodded again.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "sister Yuhuan, you look beautiful playing the piano. I like it very much." then he turned and left.

Yang Yuhuan's face was crimson and looked at Fang Yun secretly. His heart beat faster.

"Xiaoyun is really getting more and more slippery." Yang Yuhuan whispered, but he was very happy in his heart.

Seeing Fang Yun's figure disappear, Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but walk a few steps to the door and saw Fang Yun's back again. She was very peaceful. When she watched Fang Yun enter the house, she showed a faint smile on her face.

Yang Yuhuan looked at Fang Yun's room quietly. The smile on her face remained for a long time. As long as Fang Yun was at home, she felt that her heart was full and she lacked nothing.

"I'll practice the piano well," she said softly. She went back to the house and looked at the score quietly under the oil lamp. It was very hard, but she also enjoyed it.

After Fang Yun returned to the house, he practiced a few pages of words, read the already familiar Mencius, and then stood at the table, spread the paper and thought in his heart.

"I tried to write the song of righteousness that day, but I only wrote three and a half words, not even the first five words of 'heaven and earth have righteousness'. Mencius tells the fundamental nature of Haoran righteousness, while the song of righteousness describes the power of righteousness in detail. Therefore, even if I wrote only three and a half words, I could form a vortex of courage, which made me have courage when I was a scholar."

"Now I have to learn Wen Tianxiang's song of righteousness. If I can integrate Mencius and song of righteousness, it is very possible to obtain the purest and highest level of noble righteousness, so as to practice the holy way of 'righteousness' to the extreme. With Mencius and Wen Tianxiang, the holy way of righteousness can go on more smoothly than others."

"So anyway, I must write it completely. However, there are some people who did not appear in the Shengyuan continent in the song of Zhengqi, which should be changed later. Now, I should constantly use the song of Zhengqi to temper and strengthen myself, but I don't know how many words I can write now."

After thinking about it, Fang Yun took a deep breath, picked up his pen and slowly wrote on the paper.

Oh, my God.

Fang Yun's talent is rapidly flowing into the word, but the word "Tian" absorbs enough talent and stops, and Fang Yun continues to write.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness..."

After writing the word "Qi", both talents were exhausted. Fang Yun felt mentally tired, so he stopped writing and looked at the five ordinary black block letters on the paper.

"Wasn't it gold last time?" Fang Yun was thinking. The light gold color appeared on the surface of the five black words, and then the words and paper disappeared at the same time.

Fang Yun entered the strange book world for the first time and saw three things floating in the void.

A drop of dragon shaped demon holy blood, a remnant of the peach blossom garden, and the third piece is the page of Zhengqi song, but only five words.

The little dragon transformed by the demon holy blood used to be very arrogant and has been struggling all the time, but now he has no God in his eyes and seems to have lost his spirit.

Fang Yun took a closer look at this drop of blood. The demon Saint idea inside has disappeared, but it still exudes a terrible smell. When Fang Yun has enough strength, he can use this drop of demon Saint blood.

"It is said that poetry can be 'sanctified', and poetry can be sanctified by the blood of human saints or demon saints. When I have enough strength to control this drop of blood, I can sanctify poetry and give full play to the most terrible power of war poetry at the right time. Compared with the sanctified war poetry, the war poetry we use now can only be said to be a small fight."

"Alas, an Chengcai, thank you for giving the great Confucian dirty text to me. Don't worry. Although I can't turn it over to the holy courtyard, I will never bury the demon holy blood and the real text fragments. I want them to play a greater role in my hands! Now that I have the top-grade pen and write eight sentences at a breath, I want to write the legend of the white snake Write it out as soon as possible and donate the money for selling the book to Lujia town as an Chengcai's thanks for giving demon holy blood and the remnant of the story of the source of peach blossoms. "

Fang Yun remembered that the remnant of the story of the source of peach blossoms had the effect of tempering Wengong's courage. He moved in his heart and recited the story of the source of peach blossoms silently.

"In the middle of the Jin Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty, Wuling people were fishing..."

Recite the complete book "the story of the source of peach blossom". The remnant of "the story of the source of peach blossom" in the strange book world disappeared and appeared in Fang Yun's literary palace.

Fang Yun immediately entered the Wen palace and saw that the peach blossom source, which was just a page, was extremely huge. It was suspended above the Wen palace and was only a circle smaller than the Wen palace. However, Fang Yun's Wen palace was as big as a small village. It can be seen how amazing the peach blossom source is.

Fang Yun's mind stood in the Wen palace and looked up at the huge great Confucian Zhenwen.

"In the middle of the Jin Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty, Wuling people were fishing. They walked along the stream and forgot the distance. Suddenly they met the peach blossom forest..."

The great Confucian true text automatically makes a sound, which is the power of lingering sound. The sound is mellow and gentle, which makes people feel like a spring breeze. Fang Yun feels intoxicated.

When the voice of the great Confucian Zhenwen recited "suddenly meet the peach blossom forest", the peach blossoms fell from the sky, the fallen flowers were colorful, and the aroma smelled like a dream.

In the peach blossoms all over the sky, Fang Yun seemed to be wandering outside the sky and carefree, as if he had come to the peach blossom garden like the Wuling man.

Peach blossoms fly one after another into the bravery, literary heart and talent, and the rest into the stone wall of the literary palace.

Fang Yun indulges in this strange artistic conception, puts down all the troubles and burdens in the world, and enjoys the beauty of a paradise.

At this moment, Fang Yun deeply felt the beauty of words and the ability of great Confucianism for the first time. The unspeakable pleasure filled his body, as if his body continued to bear the baptism of talent.

The artistic conception of Taohuayuan Ji was so beautiful that Fang Yun woke up after the great Confucian Zhenwen left the Wen palace for a long time.

"The fragments of Taohuayuan Ji are so wonderful. What about the complete Taohuayuan Ji? What about the complete preface to Taohuayuan poetry? What kind of scene is Tao Sheng's holy Tao and literary treasure 'paradise'?"

Fang Yun carefully appreciated the beauty of words and artistic conception in the story of the source of peach blossoms, and then carefully observed his literary palace.

"Eh?" Fang Yun looked up and saw a word "Yong" in the glittering and translucent text, but it quickly disappeared.

"Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, faithfulness, loyalty and courage are Seven Sacred ways, each with different forces. For example, the specific expression of" righteousness "is noble righteousness, while the specific expression of" courage "is the power to kill the enemy. Therefore, the military strategists of all dynasties preferred" courage "after" wisdom ". Even when raising people, those powerful military strategists' children have strong destructive power, but the premise is They have a 'Book of war' and touch the holy way of courage. "

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