Saint of the Confucian way

Deep in the mouth of the Yangtze River, Jiaolong palace flickered gently.

"Alas... It's not good to provoke anyone who can write imperial poems. It's just that the little princess reads the poems and likes him most. You won. Since you lost, you lost. It's a pity, a pity..."

On the Yangtze River, the dragon mouth of the Jiaowang of the Qingjiang River was open, the longan was staring, his hand was loose, and the jiaosheng dragon horn fell down, but his claws quickly fished it and grabbed the Dragon horn.

"Imperial poetry, there is a bad feeling! He has only written half of it, and I still have a chance!"

The Jiao king thought to himself that he had the holy dragon horn in his mouth and injected his blood into the Dragon horn.

The sky and the earth change color again, the dark clouds gather again, the wind and rain return again, and the rain curtain blocking the sky and the sun slowly thickens.

The literati in Jingguo were worried. The first two sentences "before leaving the sea, thousands of mountains and mountains are dark, we can reach the ten thousand national brightness in the sky" have the "potential" of heaven and earth, but not enough "power". The last two sentences are not important, but if "power" is not enough, the swimming dragon on paper can not really turn into a dragon, let alone break the heavy rain and flood in Jiangzhou.

Poetry into Tenglong is the real imperial poetry.

The literati in Qing Dynasty repeatedly cursed Fang Yun's failure.

Fang Yun writes.

If the wind and rain cover your eyes, the sun breaks the clouds and waves, and China is surprised!

Before the last sentence was finished, Feng Yuanjun shouted, "the sun breaks the clouds, that's enough!"

Fang Yun wrote "chanting the sun" at the top of the poem.

Shicheng, the little dragon's virtual shadow turned into a golden dragon, but it could still swim in the paper. Little golden dragon ate all the words written by Fang Yun, and made a loud noise, and then struggled against the poem page like a broken shell.

The poem page burst into a cloud, and then the Golden Dragon appeared from the fog. As soon as he swung his body into the sky, he flew bigger and bigger.

"Oh..."

Jinlong suddenly roared up to the sky. The wind stopped and the rain stopped in Jiangzhou for thousands of miles.

The sun had two hours to set. It was dim, and suddenly emitted endless red light. It was like the rising sun rising eastward, breaking thousands of miles of clouds and sweeping away clouds and water vapor.

Where the sun shines, the river flows back, the rain evaporates, and the terrible hidden danger of flood is solved quickly.

Tens of thousands of water demons were illuminated by the sun. The water in their bodies evaporated rapidly, screamed and fled to the bottom of the water, desperately swimming to the Yangtze River.

Then, the sunshine in the sky seemed to gather on the Golden Dragon transformed by the emperor's poetry. The Golden Dragon suddenly became golden and dazzling.

The golden dragon was just above the tower. Except Fang Yun, everyone had to cover their eyes with their hands. Even governor Lu, the highest Wen, had to close his eyes to avoid being burned. Even slaves narrowed their eyes.

The Golden Dragon seemed to have a spirit. He turned his head and looked at Fang Yun, and then shouted at the Jiao king.

Jiaowang Mingming is the demon king and one of the most noble lineages second only to the dragon family. However, he was roared by the dragon of the sun, his dragon scales burst, scattered scales and blood.

The Jiao king was stunned. He looked at the dragon of the sun in disbelief. He was a demon king. It was just an imperial poem. Why is the imperial dragon so strong!

Before Jiao Wang could understand, a cloud of white clouds suddenly rose from the East China Sea. I didn't know what was wrapped in the white clouds and flew quickly.

The Jiao holy dragon horn in the Jiao King's hand seemed to grow wings. It suddenly left the Jiao King's claws, flew into the water and flew to the Jiao dragon palace.

"You are..."

Before the Jiao King spoke, a clear and melodious dragon language sounded in the sky.

"King Jiao of the Qingjiang River ignored the ban of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea and attacked the Yuhai port at night. The crime is one and the horn is broken!"

Before the Jiao king could react, a huge seal of one foot square appeared in the sky. The shape of the seal was similar to that of an ordinary jade seal, but a dragon palace was carved on the top of the seal.

The Jiao King trembled when he saw the Dragon Seal.

"Ah..." the Jiao king suddenly screamed, and his two dragon horns broke at the same time.

"Steal the things of Jiao Sheng, transfer the water from all over the world, bring disaster to one state, wipe out the lives, and peel off the skin!"

The Dragon Seal did not move, but the Jiao king suddenly screamed again and again. A crack opened in his chin and extended to his abdomen, finally to his tail, and then a complete dragon skin was stripped off.

The people on the tower couldn't believe watching this scene. The other party was the son of Jiao Sheng, a generation of demon king. He had Jiao Sheng's blood. Ordinary scholars who didn't fight often couldn't kill him. Such a strong demon king was skinned by cutting off his horns in the sky over Jiaolong palace. This is no longer an ordinary punishment.

"I read that you have made meritorious contributions to the aquarium. Write down the three sins and cramps for the time being. In order to prevent you from doing evil, abolish your two layers of Dragon Ball divine light!"

"No..."

The Jiao king shouted and saw that he was spewing blood all over his body. A large amount of blood flew to the sky and finally flew into the Dragon Seal. The Jiao King directly fell from the demon king to the demon handsome, which is equivalent to the human Jinshi.

A chain of light was released from the Dragon Seal to trap the Jiao king. Then he pulled the Jiao king into the Dragon Seal and disappeared.

"You come with me," said the voice. The dragon of the sun looked down at Fang Yun and saw a little fox waving goodbye to it. Then he roared and rushed into the white cloud and disappeared.

The Dragon horns, skin, blood and scales of King Jiao of Qingjiang River were held by invisible forces and thrown outside the South vice city gate.

"This is a thing for our family to make amends. The Dragon horn is given to Fang Yun and no one can possess it. Fang Yun, if you have a good poem manuscript, you can go to the Dragon Pavilion to exchange it."

The white clouds returned to the sea, the tower was silent, and then exulted.

"Admire! Admire thoroughly! Scholars write imperial poems. If in troubled times, this poem alone can gather the hearts of the people of a state." an official said.

"It's not until thousands of mountains are dark at the bottom of the sea that all nations are bright in the sky. This sentence is really magnificent. Thousands of mountains and nations are just ordinary, but the whole sentence includes the whole process of the big day's latent brewing at the bottom of the sea until it rises to the sky to shine on the world. The poems written about the big day's rise are subtle or excessive, but they are incomparable in terms of grandeur and grandeur. I'm afraid it's only the beginning of the country to look at this mind and pride The Lord can have. "Feng Zimo praised.

"Wind and rain cover your eyes. This sentence is also excellent. It has the appearance of kings and princes."

"Why did the broken clouds make me feel frightened that day? What allusions did Fang Yun use?"

Fang Yun was silent. That allusion really can't be said.

"Alas, it's really an eye opener! Who would have thought that it's rare to see an imperial poem with your own eyes after so many years of stalemate among the ten countries!"

"Fang Yun, how did you think of this poem?"

Fang Yun was silent for a long time and said with a mysterious expression that everyone could not see through: "one day when I was a child, before dawn, I was playing by the river of enlightenment. When I saw the rising sun, I kept that picture in mind and couldn't forget it. Today I help Lord Feng complete the lock dragon." Since then, I have been thinking hard. If I want to think of a more atmospheric poem than "looking at the sea and the sun from the building, facing the Zhejiang tide", I suddenly recall the scene of my childhood and naturally write this sentence. "

"It's the Wudao river. That's not surprising."

"Lord Feng learned the Tao by the river, and a painter from Dayuan mansion also learned the Tao there. It is said that several scholars have also learned a lot of truth, and they are bound to be successful in the exam this year. Fang Wujia is really lucky. He has learned the Tao by the river since he was a child, and I'm afraid no one can have a better future in the future."

Fang Yun suddenly felt that Wudao river was a good river.

Magistrate Dong laughed and said, "very good! Who dares to say that the flood in Jiangzhou is caused by you in the future? I'll take a big mouth out! Good! Although Jiangzhou has been affected for many days, it has abolished a saint demon king who almost broke the jade harbor. It's a great contribution! No one can stop you from becoming a fifth grade state uncle!"

"Zuo Xiang can't agree. I'm afraid it will turn into written merit." a humanitarian.

"Wen Gong is just Wen Gong! Fang Yun will take the exam this year and become a Jinshi next year. He will be a prefect in one step, which is more domineering than imperial poetry!" Fang Shouye laughed.

Feng Yuanjun joked: "there are still some top scholars who go to the fifth grade magistrate in one step. If Fang Yun is in place in one step and becomes a third grade state shepherd or a second grade cabinet minister, it will really frighten people all over the world."

Fang Yun said, "don't talk so ethereal. Do you know who the dragon family in the white cloud is? It sounds very nice."

"After the Dragon nationality turns into people, the voice can be separated, but after they recover the dragon body, unless they are particularly familiar with it, we Terrans can't distinguish it. After all, the Dragon language demon language is different from my Terran language."

Fang Yun nodded.

Dinghai General Yu Xingshu said, "I'll send someone to clean up the following things. Don't worry, since the big man of the dragon family says that the Dragon horn belongs to you, we will not be greedy for ink. You will naturally have your share of the dragon scale, dragon skin and dragon blood."

Governor Lu on one side said, "let Fang Yun go to the army to measure it. At that time, he will directly send him a set of dragon scale clothes and dragon leather pants. The dragon blood of the Jiao king is not as good as the dragon blood ink ingot of Jianmei Gong, but it is also extraordinary. Send him a box after making it."

"Lord Lu is thoughtful. What do you think of Fang Yun?" Yu Xingshu asked.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu." Fang Yun naturally knew that making dragon scale clothes and leather pants was very troublesome. Since he had the most precious dragon horn, he had to give other things to the holy yard and the Treasury. He didn't get much. It's better to take the finished products directly.

Yu Xingshu said, "since the flood control is over, I'll leave. Goodbye."

Most of the military generals left with Yu Xingshu, and only a small number of them are still there.

Governor Lu did not speak, nodded his head, turned and left.

"Congratulations to governor Lu."

The tone of the people was much more polite than that of Yu Xingshu, but they were less close. After all, this man had countless ties with Zuo Xiang. The officials of Yuhai mansion didn't point to his nose and scolded him because of his outstanding military skills.

Feng Yuanjun said, "you know the Dragon Pavilion. Even if you don't want to change it with a manuscript, this dragon horn can change too many things."

"I know Yinlong Pavilion is the largest independent firm in Yuhai City, specializing in East China Sea Treasures. Is it really the shop of East China Sea Dragon Palace in Yuhai?"

"It's true. The people inside are not ordinary people. They all have dragon blood and infinite power. It's a pity that they can be scholars at most and pick people from no one."

"I'll go and have a look in a few days. I want a Wenbao. Sister Yuhuan needs a zither. I want to buy her a Wenbao zither in one step."

"Tut Tut, your little daughter-in-law has just learned to play zither and zither? You are really willing to go and have a look in a few days."

"OK."

The city tower was full of laughter, and everyone seemed to forget that there were people in Qingguo.