Saint of the Confucian way

Listening to Qingjun's words, the officials of Jingguo were not unhappy. After all, Fang Yun tossed Qingjun hard, and it was normal for Qingjun to belittle Jingguo.

"Since Qing Jun praised me, I'm relieved. Please." Jiang Hechuan said with a smile.

Many Qingguo officials and Xiangzhou Qingguan were stunned. Jiang Hechuan's words were wrong. It is reasonable to say that Jiang Hechuan first admitted his shortcomings, Qingjun hid a needle in return, Jiang Hechuan apologized again, and then Qingjun expressed understanding. This is a normal dialogue, but Jiang Hechuan is good. It seems that he only heard the sentence "has done very well", and all the people in front pretended not to hear it.

In other words, Jiang Hechuan doesn't seem to be apologizing at all. It's more like saying: I'm relieved to see you unhappy, Qingjun.

However, Jiang Hechuan is the generous Confucian after all. He is merciless to the demon and stops at the human race no matter what. It's hard for the people in Qingguo to say anything.

Qingjun heard the meaning of Jiang Hechuan's words. As soon as he hummed coldly, he would lead the officials behind him to climb the wall.

However, a Jinshi general held out his hand, stopped Qingjun and Gujun and said, "Your Majesty, please stay. The Yueyang Tower is small and only a few people are allowed to sit. The two can only take one maid, eunuch, guard and entourage respectively. The other great scholars can only take one person up the stairs."

Qingjun looked up at Yueyang Tower, shook his head and said, "there is no such a small city tower in Qingguo."

Therefore, only a few of Qingjun's team continued to move forward, and the rest stayed under Yueyang Tower.

At this time, Zong Ganyu, who had been in the crowd, was very conspicuous.

Fang Yun walked on the stairs and was inconvenient to see the ceremony. Instead of Fang Yun, Jiang Hechuan bowed his hands to those aristocratic family leaders or ordinary scholars to welcome them. Most people bowed their hands in return. Only Zong Ganyu, the family leader, nodded proudly and did not return the ceremony.

Zong Ganyu's arrogance makes many people frown upstairs, but he can't say anything about him. In terms of his real status, he is still above Qingjun. He is not only a fate Wenzong, not only the owner of the Zong family, not only the old Dongsheng Pavilion, but also the most outstanding son of Zongsheng.

Jiang Hechuan glanced at Zong Ganyu and whispered to Fang Yun.

"Zong Ganyu doesn't stop at the three treasures hall. On the surface, he just wants to come to the grand cultural meeting, so he never makes a move. I'm inferior to Zong Ganyu, but after all, I'm hopeful that Wenzong will threaten you. Do you think the big man you found has something to do with Zong Ganyu?"

Fang Yun went upstairs and whispered: "the biting dog doesn't bark. It's the same reason. Zong Ganyu failed to win my blood world in the hall of public opinion last time. If he takes another shot, it will be a thunderbolt. He will never give me a chance to fight back."

"Be careful. Qingjun, I suspect it's a bait to attract your attention. Otherwise, I won't wear three diaos and a flat crown."

"It's very possible. I'll pay attention."

Fang Yun recalled the biography about "Zhang Longxiang". So far, Zong Ganyu has not communicated with Zhang Longxiang. Obviously, he is a little wary. So far, only Lei Tingzhen and Zhu fengqiong have contacted themselves. Fang Yun used to talk to Lei Tingzhen as Zhang Longxiang and probe into the news of big people, but Lei Tingzhen obviously knew that he prevaricated in the end and was unwilling to tell the truth.

Fang Yun boarded the wall of Yueyang Tower and scanned the place. It was not very different from the ordinary cultural conference venue. There were tables and food. Because it was the Mid Autumn Festival, chrysanthemums were everywhere in the venue. When the autumn wind blew, chrysanthemums swayed and smelled.

The only difference between this place and the ordinary cultural society is that the identity of the participants is frighteningly high. They are either great scholars or great scholars, or monarchs or important officials of a country, or old aristocratic families or rich family owners. Ordinary people simply can't come.

Fang Yun smiled and exchanged greetings with everyone. He just met people he didn't know, and talked with people he knew or made friends with.

When Fang Yun finished greeting the people, Qingjun and others also set foot on the wall.

Qingjun was in poor health and short of breath. It took him a long time to recover. Beside him was the king of Gu state, and behind him were many great Confucianism of Qingguo. Zong Ganyu stood with those great Confucianism and smiled directly. At first glance, there was nothing special.

The more Zong Ganyu does this, the more alert Fang Yun is.

Qingjun exchanged greetings with others. Fang Yun looked out. In the southwest, there was a wide Dongting Lake. Just like Zhang Longxiang's poem, the lake was full and flush with the shore. The lake reflected the sky, vast and boundless, like a sea.

Directly opposite is the river from Dongting Lake to the Yangtze River, which is also a part of the Yangtze River. This section of the river is full of sea holes. After a morning, there are still a steady stream of people from all over the country, but fewer and fewer. After the cultural conference, these temporary sea holes will be closed.

Fang Yun scanned the camp in the northwest, where there was no camp yesterday, which he ordered to add today, and hundreds of thousands of foreign people moved there temporarily.

Fang Yun sighed gently. Most of the people came from the refugees. The Shengyuan continent has a pleasant climate and rich products. Local officials can control the weather. Farmers have extraordinary strength. As long as they are free from disease and disaster, they will not starve to death. The Terrans have always moved back and forth. These people come here thousands of miles away. More than 90% of them are forced to be helpless.

As for the last ten percent, Fang Yun doesn't want to accept it, but he can't drive it away at present. Many of them commit crimes or can't live in the local area. Some people are seriously publicized by Wen Bao and the people, thinking that Jingguo has been transformed into a pure land for adults, which is more rich and comfortable.

Fang Yun scanned other places. They were all scholars from all over the world. After the cultural conference, they would naturally return.

Some people found Fang Yun and shouted and cheered.

Fang Yun bows to the crowd and they are more excited.

The rest of the people on the wall were a little envious, and all the people present couldn't create such a momentum.

Fang Yun, an ordinary action, can receive the hearts of the world.

Jiang Hechuan looked at Fang Yun and smiled happily. At the moment, Fang Yun is already one of the human leaders.

This is the general trend.

This is the reason why Jiang Hechuan doesn't care whether Fang Yun wins or loses this cultural meeting.

Victory and defeat can be divided, but heroes at this level can no longer be measured.

The great Confucian and the monarch looked at Fang Yun. Everyone seemed to have white clouds passing through the sky and saw Fang Yun's place. It was shimmering and white, like God and holy.

Qingjun clenched his teeth and flashed over his face with irrecoverable hatred and jealousy. At the moment, Fang Yun has obtained the terrible power that can only be possessed by the saints of the human race. As long as Fang Yun is on the Shengyuan continent, this power will protect Fang Yun, which even the monarch can't master. Although this power is extremely rare compared with the saints, it is equivalent to half a half holy treasure.

This kind of power is very common and common, that is, the will of the people.

However, those monarchs, those powerful officials, those celebrities and those tycoons will never get it.

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