Saint of the Confucian way

As soon as this poem came out, the vitality between heaven and earth shook, and the heavy rain within 300 miles of Yuhai City weakened by 40%!

The original wind and rain covered the scenery within ten miles, but now people can see the scenery within a hundred miles.

The originally thick dark clouds also faded three points, and the edges of the dark clouds were as red as gold.

The Jiao King hung in the air and struggled wildly, causing huge waves, but he could not break through the shackles of this poem, and his mouth was locked tightly.

A man in the city tower read: "the mountains are drizzling and the Dragon Palace is locked and lonely; the building looks at the sea and the sun, and the door is facing the Zhejiang tide. Good poem! Good spirit! Fang banxiang has heaven and earth in his chest. If it is an ordinary flood, it is very likely to be wiped out by a poem."

Feng Yuanjun was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. Because the second half of Fang Yun's sentence was so good, he finally handed his pen to Fang Yun and asked Fang Yun to write a poem.

Fang Yun shook his head slightly, motioned to Feng Yuanjun to come by himself, then went to the corner, looked outside, frowned and fell into deep thought.

When they saw Fang Yun's move, they were both filled with emotion and envy. Writing poems was not a false name, but a real literary name, which belonged to the scholars. Fang Yun took the initiative not to write poems, not only because he was open-minded, but also because there was no lack of this literary name.

Those two poems not only sealed the mouth of King Jiao, but also calmed the people of Qing.

Several Qingguo people looked ashamed. The "building view of the sea and the sun, the door to the Zhejiang tide" was the finishing touch of the whole poem, but Fang Yun did not inscribe the title of the poem. This kind of gentleman's attitude that really happened in front of them touched their heartstrings.

A total of 12 people came here to celebrate the country. Three of them retreated silently and gave up suppressing Fang Yun.

Before, they were celebrating the country and the holy way, but their confidence was completely broken up by two poems. If they still want to continue fighting, it may affect the literary palace or courage. Therefore, they chose to recite the original sentence of the book of songs "both Ming and Zhe, so as to protect themselves". If they withdraw at this time, they can protect themselves.

Feng Yuanjun said, "even if you don't write a poem, you should set an example for scholars. It's not a false name. Once the title is won, Fang Yun's literary palace will inevitably shake.

Although the slave didn't know anything, he could feel that Tao Fangyun was worried. He was no longer spoiled and entangled. Instead, he was honest in Fang Yun's arms, looked up at Fang Yun with clear big eyes, and prayed that Fang Yun could get through the difficulties.

Shijun, Shoutu and other six people also found Fang Yun's dilemma. They looked at each other and saw their determination from each other's eyes!

Being handed over by Wenzong to linman border town has a slim future. If you complete the mission of Qingguo, you still have the opportunity to go further in Qingguo. However, if you can't hold Fang Yun down, it will be a complete failure. Although you won't be completely abandoned by Qingguo, you will never be reused from now on.

Only one fight!

Shijun Shoutu said slowly, "Fang Yun, it's your turn! If you can't break the flood in Jiangzhou, you will become a sinner in Jiangzhou. In the future, Jiangzhou people will hate you for generations! If the flood lasts for more than ten days, at least hundreds of people will die and at least tens of thousands of people will lose their lives! It's all your fault!"

Governor Dong said sternly, "Qingguo people say that there can be verbal attacks at the cultural meeting to encourage competition, but if you slander Fang Yun again, don't blame me, a Jinshi, for bullying the small!"

Shijun raised his neck and said proudly, "why? You Jingguo people are incompetent, and others can't say it? My mentor said that if Jingguo people can't stop the rain on Tanabata, they don't deserve to accept his poems! It's a shame for the human race to see the morning glory Vega in such a big Jiangzhou by relying on the holy temple on Tanabata!"

"What are you talking about!" the people of Jingguo held their anger for a long time and finally broke out.

"Dare to insult my Jiangzhou!"

Suddenly, the Dragon roared.

"No, Jiao Wang is crazy!"

The crowd looked quickly.

When the Dragon King opened his mouth, a dragon horn about Zhang flew out of his mouth, completely breaking through the power of lock dragon poetry. The Dragon horn exuded terrible power, and all the wind, rain and lightning were crazy.

Dark clouds churned, lightning continued in the clouds, thunder came and went, the wind howled, and the rain poured down like a waterfall.

The power of the temple isolated the heavy rain for a mile.

The wind and rain like a wall completely blocked everyone's sight, and everyone could no longer see the figure of Jiao king.

"You lock the king's mouth and the king's rain locks the whole city! We should turn the whole Jiangzhou into a water country and drown everyone!"

Magistrate Dong sighed lightly and said, "fellow literary friends, don't entangle with the unscrupulous and shameless people of Qingguo. Please show your abilities and never let the rain continue! The jiaoshenglong cape is too strong. Hurry to summon other scholars! The Tanabata Festival will be postponed!"

"I'll call someone!" Feng Yuanjun shook his official seal, and then hundreds of wild geese flew out of the holy temple.

A moment later, scholars with galloping poems shuttled through the city several times faster than ordinary carriages, and ran to the city tower of the South sub city with gusts of wind.

The cart pulled by ten Jiao horses got on the military wall, galloped on the wide wall, and soon came to the outside of the tower of the South vice city.

At the moment, civil servants, literary institutes, the military and many idle scholars have gathered inside and outside the city tower. Even many old scholars and scholars who are enjoying a healthy life have volunteered after receiving the news.

More than 200 literati gathered inside and outside the city tower. Everyone wore board clothes sent by the army, or kept writing poems to stop waterlogging. They won by quantity, or frowned and thought by quality.

The city wall is as clear as usual within a mile, but the wind, rain and dark clouds outside a mile form a dark world, forming a very strong pressure, just like the dam about to break, which can destroy Yuhai city at any time.

The Qingjiang Jiao King grabbed the Jiao Shenglong horn and flew in the heavy rain. He kept cursing with demon words. The wind and rain was too heavy and no one could see it, which made it more arrogant.

Governor Lu, the head of Jiangzhou officers, got off. A soldier outside the tower hurriedly said, "governor Lu is here!"

Governor Lu was a high-ranking official, an old military official and an imperial scholar. He would have been warmly welcomed, but all the officials of the Academy of Arts and departments turned a blind eye and all the old people listened. 80% of the civil servants continued to look at the wind and rain outside, and 90% of the young people bowed their heads.

Only less than half of the soldiers or Jinshi went to meet them.

Governor Lu was wearing a military uniform, with slightly white temples and a firm face. He waved his hand and said, "it's the most important to stop waterlogging. There's no need to be polite!"

A group of soldiers and governor Lu entered the city building together. It was just that those high-ranking officials didn't greet them. It was impossible not to say hello when they met, so they greeted one after another.

Governor Lu's eyes were calm and cold. He passed over the people in the Qing Dynasty. Finally, he went to the six people who were palmed by Wenzong and asked, "these six people are the people who humiliate our country?"

"Yes, governor."

Governor Lu, with his leather boots under his feet, made a dull sound on the stone slab of the city tower and walked quickly to a swollen faced qingguoju.

"You... What are you doing?" the Qingguo man covered his swollen left face and stepped back.

"Beat you." governor Lu raised his leg with one foot, right in the belly of the qingguoju. The qingguoju immediately flew out and hit the wall.

Hanlin's body was very strong. The whole people of Qingguo were kicked and vomited blood.

"What are you going to do? We are Qing literati. We don't have a text comparison! I'm a poet!"

Governor Lu said casually, "I don't have Wenbi. I'm here to fight!" then he kicked the man on the ground with a hard leather boot.

Qingguo people were frightened. They couldn't believe it. Looking at governor Lu, how could a Hanlin beat people! Is this still a scholar? A gentleman does not do anything but speak!

Jingguo people laughed when they saw it. Although governor Lu was an imperial scholar, he had been guarding the border for a long time. If his style was not strong and tough, if he was not ruffian and ruthless, he could not bring the soldiers well, let alone fight the barbarians.

Governor Lu pointed to the Ju people on the ground and said, "drag them out and fight! Don't kill them! This is not Wenbi, it's a fight! Unconvinced Qingguo people can come to me at any time!"

Qingguo people are wilting.

When the two soldiers dragged the man out, governor Lu looked around the Qingguo people without expression, and then said, "give me board clothes, I'm here to attend the flood prevention meeting." after that, he began to write flood prevention poems like others.

Fang Yun sighed in his heart that he was worthy of being a Grand Admiral. Although he had been pressed by Li Wenying, such a skill was enough to make many people change their attitude towards him.

More than two hundred Jinshi kept writing poems to stop waterlogging on the city wall. Pieces of paper were flying. Their vitality was close to violence. Strong winds of vitality passed through the crowd, and the ordinary soldiers had to stay away.

As time passed, the wind and rain did not weaken at all. Jingguo people and scholars became more and more desperate, while Qingguo people were secretly happy.

Suddenly, Feng Yuanjun's eyes lit up and said, "Fang Yun, did you start writing? Let me see. Before it was dark at the bottom of the sea, it was ten thousand countries in the sky! Hiss..."

Feng Yuanjun took a breath, and bright yellow clouds appeared on the paper. There was a transparent five clawed little yellow dragon swimming slowly on the paper. Then the whole Yuhai city was slightly shocked, and a strange and magnificent force was integrated into the poetry page.

Hundreds of miles of wind and rain emptied, thousands of miles of dark clouds decreased sharply, and the light of the sun suddenly increased and slightly penetrated the dark clouds.

Feng Yuanjun exclaimed, "imperial poetry! Fang Yun wrote imperial poetry!"

Fang Yunxin said that this is a poem by Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty. Of course, it is an imperial poem.

Not waiting for Fang Yun to write a complete poem caused a sensation.

Everyone stopped their pens and gathered around one after another. The first person to come took the initiative to form a circle and surround an open space to protect Fang Yun from being disturbed by others.

Everyone stared at the page of paper on the pallet in front of Fang Yun, at the constantly changing cloud pattern, at the strange little yellow dragon, and at the two magnificent poems.

Before leaving the sea, thousands of mountains and dark mountains, we can reach the wanguoming in the sky!

Qingguo people were stunned and looked at each other. They didn't know how this could happen. It was an imperial poem. How could Fang Yun write it!

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