Saint of the Confucian way

Zhujiang street is the most prosperous street in the whole Pearl City. It faces the Pearl River in the north and the sea in the East. It is the best sightseeing place in the city.

From morning till night, the street is always busy and orderly.

But today, the appearance of thousands of soldiers disrupted the order of Zhujiang street.

"Close the street!"

With Fang Yun's order, thousands of soldiers ran forward and blocked the whole Pearl River Street.

"Zhujiang Hou is coming, and all the shopkeepers come to meet him!" Su Lun's tongue burst with spring thunder, which made the tiles on the nearby roof rattle.

Not long after, the shopkeepers of the stores went out in a panic and walked towards Fangyun under the instructions of the soldiers.

On both sides of the road are rows of shops and buildings. Many businessmen and passers-by stood on both sides of the road and watched the scene curiously behind the soldiers.

Fang Yun rode a tall black horse. The horse's hair seemed to be coated with oil in the sun, shaking people's eyes.

Fang Yun sat on the horse and looked at thousands of shopkeepers or clerks in front. His tongue burst and Chunlei said, "Ben Hou is back!"

Many people turn pale.

"The people behind you know exactly what Zhang Longxiang's temper is. I don't have time to investigate the past, and there is no final conclusion about the future. But as long as I Zhang Longxiang is in Zhujiang street one day, Lao Tzu is the biggest! From today on, all the accounts of all shops in Zhujiang Street will be taken over by Pingjiang army. After deducting the money necessary for operation, all the income will be sent to Pingjiang in the name of donation Army! "

Fang Yun glanced coldly at everyone present and looked at everyone's every move. Even if he couldn't hear what people in the distance whispered, he could read lip language only by looking at their lip movements.

"I know you can play all kinds of tricks. I don't care. Come on!"

At Fang Yun's command, he stretched out his hand and scratched back. Two strong soldiers approached with a huge beheading knife and put the handle into Fang Yun's hand.

Fang Yun grabbed the decapitation knife and threw it out at the ground in front of him. He heard a bang. The big knife broke through a stone slab and went deep into the soil below, revealing the handle obliquely.

"Don't force me to pull out this knife!" Fang Yun said and looked down at everyone.

The shopkeeper and the staff present felt cold all over. They could not see any emotion from Zhang Longxiang's eyes. They seemed to be cattle and sheep to be slaughtered and could die at any time.

Fang Yun said, "I remember that all the shopkeepers in Zhujiang Street formed a chamber of Commerce. Then, as the owner, I convened all the big shopkeepers to discuss matters. You know what my father did. I don't mind doubling it again."

When Zhang Wankong took over as the Marquis of the Pearl River, he arrived at the Qingming Festival in the Pearl River. As in previous years, Pearl City held a grand Qingming cultural meeting. The scholars in the city secretly rubbed their hands and prepared to show their literary talent.

However, no one has known Qingming for many years, because the county examination of children's students will be held on March 15, which is the starting point of their life.

On the day of the Qingming Festival, Fang shipped to the public study room and the Heping Jiang army camp. When he returned, he was already making three achievements. He sat on the carriage and thought about what poems today's Qingming literature would make.

With the passage of time, Fang Yun feels that he is getting closer and closer to the University. Recently, he has no mind to recite poetry and write words. He is ready to deal with one song casually. That is, he pays more attention to promoting the University.

Once you become a bachelor, it is the real high-level power of the Terran. After you are promoted to a university, all aspects of power will be qualitatively improved.

It has been said that a great scholar is the ultimate strength of mortals. Starting from a great Confucian, he has stepped into the road of saints.

Fang Yun was thinking and suddenly received a letter from Wei Changxian.

"May I ask Lord Zhang, have you prepared your poems at the Qingming literary meeting today?"

Fang Yun snorted coldly and sent a letter to reply: "what does it matter to you that Ben Hou writes poems at the meeting?"

"It has nothing to do with the last general, but in order to prevent shaking the morale of the army, this year's Qingming literature meeting is different. The Marshal's house ordered that all Qingming poetry should be submitted to the Marshal's house for review in advance. If there are words to shake the morale of the army in the poetry, it is forbidden to participate in the literature meeting! The marshal attaches great importance to you, so he will contact you at the end of the order."

"You are so bold! Do you want to force the scholars in Zhucheng to follow the way?"

"Marquis, you're serious. It's also a last resort. Please understand."

Fang Yun saw Wei Changxian's disgusting smiling face between the lines.

"What if I don't give you the poetry?"

"Then you can't participate in today's Qingming cultural meeting, so please think twice."

"Bullshit! A group of bastards not only can't write good poetry, but also like to hinder others from writing poetry!" Fang Yun simply didn't contact Wei Changxian after passing on the book.

When the sun set in the west, Fang Yun took a carriage to the Cultural Academy of Zhucheng Prefecture. Before reaching the gate of the Cultural Academy, he was stopped by soldiers as soon as he entered the cultural academy road.

A soldier's voice sounded outside the door: "Marshal's house has ordered that Zhang Longxiang, Marquis of the Pearl River, shall not participate in the Qingming cultural meeting! The young people are also obedient to orders. I hope Lord Hou has a large number. Forgive me."

"Please forgive me!" the soldiers begged.

"Lord lumen, you son of a bitch! Fuck off, I won't argue with you! Turn the car around and I'll go out of the city to relax!" Fang Yun yelled at Zhang Longxiang.

"Sir, South to north? There are too many people in Beicheng..." asked the coachman.

"Well, on the Qingming Festival, every family goes out. Instead of going to the North City, go to the south city." Fang Yun said.

Not long after, the carriage stopped under the wall of the south city. Fang Yun boarded the city head and looked around. The world was clear and vast. He was in a good mood.

But after watching for a while, Fang Yun's heart became heavy and slowly picked up his pen to study ink.

The Qingming cultural meeting without Fang Yun was held as usual.

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