Saint of the Confucian way

The little fox carefully glanced at the thin old man Luo Jingting, then smiled and rushed to Fang Yun's arms to act as a spoiled child, and pointed to the little butterfly.

Fang Yun stroked the little fox and found that Yang Yuhuan was not at home, but there was a faint sound of zither and Harp next door. He should learn to play zither and Harp with Mrs. Lai, while Fang Daniu and others at home looked at Luo Jingting excitedly and guessed his identity in their hearts.

"You're busy. Lord Luo and I took something and left." Fang Yun took the little fox and went to his house.

Luo Jingting glanced at the little fox and said, "you fragrant fox has a spirit. It's rare. Later, you go to the holy yard and find someone to exchange some moon leaves in the demon world. It's good for it."

Nu Nu immediately showed her greedy expression when she heard the Moon leaves.

"It's said that the little moon in the demon world grows on a huge moon tree. Unfortunately, I've never seen it before. It must be beautiful." Fang Yun said.

"It's also terrible," Luo Jingting added.

Nu Nu nodded hard, and a little fear appeared on her face.

Fang Yun also remembered the legend of the demon moon. Without talking, he found the manuscript of the Three Character Classic from the bookcase and handed it to Luo Jingting.

Luo Jingting looked frozen, solemnly stretched out his hands, carefully took it from Fang Yun's hands, and then opened Fang Yun's image to look out of the window. At the moment, the rain from the South vice city to the Yangtze River has become smaller, and the mountains not far away are finally visible. In the rain, you can see the farthest position of the Yangtze River near the sea mouth. The section of the river called Qiantang River or Zhejiang after the sea mouth is difficult to see, and it is still white,.

A man whispered, "Fang maocai, is Lord Wenzong gone?"

"We should go," Fang Yun said.

Qingguo people looked at each other, especially the six Ju people who were about to be exiled to Nanjiang. They were dissatisfied, but they didn't dare to speak for fear of Wenzong's killing back. They just whispered.

"What's the matter with the Liu family?"

"What else can happen? Since Wenzong himself said that the Liu family couldn't come, he must have tried to stop the Liu family."

"This Fang Yun is lucky."

"His good luck is coming to an end," the poet said angrily

Magistrate Dong coughed twice and was about to speak. A strange cry of breaking clouds and rocks came from the river. Then the river churned and huge waves two or three feet high surged to the shore.

Then a huge blue dragon with a length of more than ten feet flew up.

The dragon was covered in blue scales, with a slender and symmetrical body. Its four claws were particularly powerful and its whiskers fluttered. Its pair of longans were particularly bright, like the moon in its eyes.

"Ow..." Jiaolong shouted up to the sky. The strange sound spread all over Jiangzhou City, and the people upstairs felt the eardrum concussion and felt very uncomfortable.

The dragon's face was ferocious, and his whole body radiated powerful blood and gas. He was murderous.

The rain that would have been relieved by the flood control suddenly became heavier.

"It's the king of Qingjiang Jiao!" one shouted.

Everyone first looked at the king of Qingjiang Jiao, and then looked at Fang Yun together, because everyone knew that the continuous heavy rain for more than half a month was the king of Qingjiang Jiao's revenge on Fang Yun.

Fang Yun looked calmly at the Green River Jiao King surrounded by clouds.

The Jiaowang of Qingjiang River floated over the Yangtze River and shouted, "Fang Yun, you eat my son's Dragon beads. If you don't apologize for your death, the heavy rain in Jiangzhou will never stop!" the Jiaowang's voice spread in all directions like rolling thunder and fell into Yuhai city.

Many people in Yuhai City knew that it was the contradiction between Fang Yun and the dragon family that caused the heavy rain. Many people were very contradictory.

Qingguo people were relieved. With the presence of Qingjiang Jiaowang, the pressure on Fang Yun increased greatly, so the influence of Wenzong Luo Jingting could be minimized.

"Hand over Fang Yun, the heavy rain will stop!" the king of Qingjiang Jiao roared.

The literati of Jingguo sighed and sighed. The Jiaowang of Qingjiang River is very cunning. Here is the entrance of the Yangtze River to the sea, and below is the Jiaolong palace. There is a jiaosheng in it. The human race will never kill the Jiaowang here.

A Qing Guowen humanitarian said, "Fang Yun, what king Qingjiang Jiao said is true? Do you really have a grudge against it?"

Fang Yun doesn't answer.

"Alas, if you really retaliate against quanjiangzhou for your personal hatred, the king of Qingjiang Jiao is really vicious. However, someone must sacrifice for the people of quanjiangzhou." he said maliciously and looked at Fang Yun.

"Yes. When we were celebrating the great disaster in China, many people went forward one after another. After their death, they were canonized as an example of literati. Literati in Jingguo were never weaker than those in China. Naturally, someone will come out."

As soon as Jingguo people heard this, they realized that these Qingguo people had learned well and no longer directly attacked Fang Yun as just now, but this indirect attack method was even more annoying and made people itch, but it was not easy to refute directly.

Magistrate Dong immediately said, "don't be a hero of the demon family. The flood prevention meeting is over and the Tanabata meeting is started."

Shijun's disciples originally came to avenge their friends, but now they are about to be exiled. Their hatred is hard to dispel. They say: "Governor Dong's words are so bad! Not only has Fang Yun not written a poem to stop the flood, but all adults have not started to write. Can the text stop the flood again? Since Fang Yun is an example of a country's literati, he will never think his life is more important than the whole Jiangzhou, but he can't sacrifice his life to save the whole Jiangzhou, there must be a way to solve the great disaster in Jiangzhou!"

Another Qingguo man immediately said, "it must be so! The flood lasts thousands of miles. The poem to stop the rain is an absolute solution to the symptoms rather than the root cause. What method is Fang exemplary going to use to stop the heavy rain?"

"Those who have the appearance of an emperor may not be very talented, but they must be magnificent. They can not only inspire the vitality of heaven and earth, but also the national movement. Liu Bang's gale song is an example. He clearly has only the talent of raising people, but he writes poems with such a mind. In my opinion, Fang Yun, you will write an imperial poem to set mountains and rivers and break floods?"

"You don't have to be afraid. Now it's not before the Ten Kingdoms. Now there are only monarchs and no emperors. You don't have to worry about copying the family and cutting off the emperor's poems." the people of Qing Dynasty sing one song and find a "way out" for Fang Yun.

"If you write a wonderful article, you may be able to disperse the dark clouds in the sky, but it's more difficult than imperial poetry." a Qingguo man faintly gloated.

While Qingguo people were talking, the Jiao king was still shouting.

Feng Zimo, the master of the Academy, said coldly, "it's clearly that the king of Qingjiang Jiao is stirring up discord. It's really disgusting that you are still pestering! Then I'll create a new poem on behalf of the people who haven't written in Yuhai mansion to stop the flood and trap the Dragon."

When Feng Zimo finished, he quickly walked to the window and wrote: "the mountains are raining, the Dragon Palace is locked and lonely..." when he wrote, he was full of energy, but halfway through, Feng Zimo couldn't write any more.

Jingguo people have a bad heart!

It doesn't matter that the mountain rain is drizzling. The "solitude of the Dragon Palace lock" is also very wonderful. Solitude means silence. Feng Zimo wants to use the power of poetry to shut up the Jiaowang. The Jiaolong cloth rain and sealing its mouth is also a way to stop waterlogging.

Feng Zimo is just a Jinshi. In order to defend the city, he can be temporarily upgraded to a half carved imperial forest with the help of the holy temple. He is still one level lower than King Jiao of Qingjiang. He can never surpass King Jiao, but he can limit the voice of King Jiao.

However, the status of the Dragon Palace is too high, and the tone and intention of "locking solitude in the Dragon Palace" are too high, which is difficult to sustain in the back. If the artistic conception in the back cannot be balanced, the poem will be scattered and have no effect.

"Your Excellency, your excellency, continue!" the hostile Qingguo people immediately coaxed.

Feng Zimo blushed to the root of his neck. Unexpectedly, he got stuck at this time. In fact, he wanted to do well, but when he really wrote it down, he found that the last two sentences were not good, so he really couldn't Scribble.

Fang Yun walked over and whispered a few words in Feng Zimo's ear.

Feng Zimo was suddenly in high spirits and said in a high voice, "thank you for your half consistent poem! Feng Zimo, the Minister of Wei, is against the demon king. I hope the holy temple can help me and give me half engraved Hanlin!"

An invisible but everyone can feel the majestic force falling from the sky on Feng Zimo, which excited his clothes to fly.

Feng Zimo's talent and strength temporarily reached the realm of Hanlin. He wrote again and wrote two sentences that Yun said in his ear.

"Louguan sea day, the door to Zhejiang tide!"

Shi Cheng, the sun tore a corner of the dark cloud, the waves of the Yangtze River rolled, a transparent chain appeared on the mouth of the Jiao king, and the Jiao King's voice stopped suddenly.

Jing Guozhong applauded for it. Governor Dong praised loudly: "OK! Although this poem can not stop the flood, it is enough to weaken the power of the Jiao king. The latter two sentences view the sun from the floor, the door to the tide, and see the big from the small. It not only resolves the unsustainable disease of the Dragon Palace, but also sublimates and wonderful poetry!"

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