Saint of the Confucian way

Qingguo people silently looked at the excited Jingguo people.

"Don't be discouraged, there is still a chance! Take out Shi Jun's Tanabata poetry, which will certainly be able to suppress the heroes!"

"Yes, as soon as Fang Yun's words come out, immediately press him with Lord Shijun's poems!"

During the celebration, Feng Yuanjun and Fang Yun were talking about the Dragon Pavilion in the corner of the tower.

After chatting for a while, Feng Yuanjun whispered, "when there are many people, I can't say it. Your song chanting the sun is the rhyme of Ming Geng, but the last two sentences of the original text are far less powerful than the first two sentences. The last sentence 'the sun breaks through the clouds and startles China', and the allusion to China's surprise should be historical records." The word "chixian Shenzhou" in Chinese, but the word "the sun breaks through the clouds" has a hidden tendency of struggle between emperors, so it makes the Big Day Golden Dragon stronger. What does it mean? "

Fang Yun secretly said that Feng Yuanjun, who was about to become a Hanlin, was really extraordinary, but it was a matter of another world. He could only switch off the topic and say, "I'm just curious about what will happen to the Golden Dragon in the end?"

Feng Yuanjun said with a smile, "I'm afraid even the saints don't know much about this kind of thing involving the dragon family. There have been imperial poems before. The flying dragons flying out of the pages of the poems, without exception, have gone to the Dragon Palace. As for the details of those dragons, some speculate that they are reincarnated into real dragons, and some say they become treasures, and so on."

Later, Feng Yuanjun said, "however, everyone who writes imperial poems will be given special treatment by the dragon family. If you enter the sea later, just say that you write chanting the sun." Fang Yun, no sea demon dares to hurt you. Although the Jiaolong family has a close relationship with the demon world, they dare not harm you openly. Even if you are caught by the dragon family in battle, as long as you don't kill the real dragon blood, the Dragon Palace will still treat you like a guest of honor. "

"I see." Fang Yun said.

A man nearby whispered, "a dragon special envoy peels the skin of the Holy Jiaowang and apologizes to you. The demon family will not dare to target you in the past one or two months, otherwise those dragon families who want face will rush into the demon world and kill for several days."

"But..." Feng Yuanjun hesitated for a moment. "Now, unlike before, even if you make imperial poems, you will not be suspected by the royal families of the ten countries, but you will be recruited by the royal family. However, none of the people who make imperial poems will be canonized."

Fang Yun said with a smile, "those who can't write imperial poems can be canonized? How many saints are there in the world?"

"Also, you shouldn't care about this. Maybe when you really become Wenzong, you can break through by going to Wudao river for a few days." Feng Yuanjun smiled.

At this time, more than twenty soldiers carried two dragon horns into the city tower.

Dragon antlers and antlers are somewhat similar, but they are larger, harder and thicker, light yellow, and there is a faint halo on them.

The Jiaowang of Qingjiang is not old. The two dragon horns are only five feet high. They are placed on a wooden board. Ten child soldiers and veterans slowly lift them in. It seems that they will not be less than three thousand kilograms.

A side will explain: "this dragon horn is not an ordinary dragon horn, but it contains the essence of the king's blood, so it is much more than the ordinary dragon's horn. Congratulations, if you become a Jinshi, you will have a sword."

All the jurors and Jinshi present looked at Fang Yun with envy.

There are many ways to temper the sword of lips, guns and tongues. Before the sword is formed, you can use a sword poem as the embryo. After the sword is formed, it needs to be sharpened by foreign objects. Among them, the Dragon horn is one of the best gods. The Dragon horn of the demon king, which is directly cut off, is the top-grade among the gods, and can be used to sharpen the sword of lips, guns and tongues of great Confucianism.

Magistrate Dong said, "the bloody ancient sword of Jianmei Gong is tempered very strongly with a piece of dragon's horn. It comes out with one sword, which is comparable to the lips and tongues of ordinary scholars."

"These two dragon horns are not as good as the Dragon horns of Jianmei Gong in terms of quality, but they are better than too much in terms of quantity."

"Fang Yun will become a Jinshi at least next year. It's better to plant a dragon horn into the ground and dilute it with dragon blood. The grain planted has the effect of strengthening the body and increasing life. It is said that the talented disciples of all holy families grew up on this kind of dragon blood grain."

"Who says that Fang Yun won't be a scholar until next year, maybe this year."

"It's not surprising if he is a middle scholar this year, but it's difficult to be a top scholar. After all, several members of a rich family want to compete for the top scholar this year. Fang Yun should avoid his edge."

"That's reasonable..."

While chatting, they watched the soldier lift the Dragon horn to Fang Yun and put it down.

Fang Yun reached out to touch the Dragon horn, which was very smooth, but it felt a little tingling, as if an invisible force was rejecting him. Fang Yun was determined that this was the real dragon horn. It was a part of the Jiao King's body. His strength was still there. If the Jiao king didn't die, he would naturally reject him as a great enemy.

Fang Yun thought of the extremely hateful eyes when the Jiao king was captured by the Dragon Seal and smiled calmly.

The little fox curiously walked to the dragon's horn, sniffed his nose gently, suddenly smiled, opened his mouth, revealed a row of small white teeth, and bit hard at the dragon's horn.

"Ga Bang..."

There were very shallow marks on the Dragon horn, but the little fox's teeth made a strange noise, and a white tooth with blood burst out of its mouth.

Nu Nu looked blankly at the Dragon horn and Xiang Fangyun. She was very helpless in her eyes and gave a light cry in her mouth, as if she were saying: hard!

The little fox looked down at the little white teeth on the ground and looked up at Fang Yun again. His shining eyes were full of tears and grievances, as if saying: pain!

Fang Yun hurriedly picked up the little fox and wanted to look at his teeth carefully. Unexpectedly, nu Nu tightly closed her mouth and burst into tears. She covered her mouth with her two front claws and buried her head in Fang Yun's chest while crying, as if to say: there are no teeth! It's broken!

Fang Yun immediately reached out and patted the Dragon horn like a child, saying, "look, Nu, I'll avenge you! I'll fight hard!"

After a while, nu Nu raised her head, rubbed her eyes with her tender little claws, looked at the Dragon horn angrily, then waved her little claws to make a look of playing the Dragon horn, waved it for several times to dispel her hatred, then jumped down to grab her teeth, turned her head and looked at the Dragon horn, with a twinkling look of hatred in her eyes.

Nu Nu suddenly stretched out her claws like lightning and grabbed the Dragon horn, then quickly rushed to Fang Yun's arms, looked at the Dragon horn with pride, and said happily, as if she had avenged her great revenge.

Fang Yunna couldn't laugh or cry, and the people around him laughed.

"You can help me take the Dragon horn home." Fang Yun said.

"Yes!"

The soldiers carried the Dragon horn and left. Many people watched the Dragon horn go out with envy.

Feng Yuanjun said with a smile, "the Dragon horn has just been broken. It contains the Qi and blood power of the Jiao king. Naturally, it is heavy and hard. After seven days, the Qi and blood power will become light and soft. The Dragon horn has a wide range of uses. In addition to tempering lips, guns and swords and planting dragon blood grain, it can be ground into powder and used as medicine to hang life. It is better than old ginseng."

Magistrate Dong said, "Fang Yun, you have master Li's dragon blood ink ingot. It doesn't make much sense to ask for another dragon blood ink ingot. You might as well ask them to condense your dragon blood into several pieces of dragon blood jade, which is very useful. After we become scholars, we will get the demon king blood jade rewarded by the imperial court. If we become a master, we can get the dragon blood jade."

Magistrate Dong said, shining the demon king's blood jade pendant around his waist. It was a piece of ruby with a diameter of inches, and there was a strange light flowing on it.

Academician Feng said, "what we scholars get are ordinary demon king blood jade. Only when we get the title of 'cabinet Counsellor' can we get Jiao King blood jade. It's good for you, not only half phase, but you can ask you to counsellor in a few days."

The people laughed in good faith. The four ministers of the cabinet were the first, while a small number of high-quality officials could participate in the cabinet deliberations, collectively referred to as "cabinet walking", which could only listen but not participate in the deliberations.

Scholars in Jingguo were laughing and laughing, while those in Qingguo were dead.

Qingguo literati sadly found that in the past, suppressing Jingguo literati was like playing, but it was so difficult to suppress a Fang Yun!

The Liu family's mourning team didn't come. The biggest crisis, the rain disaster in Jiangzhou, was swept away. Even the Dragon Palace was indirectly helping Fang Yun. If anyone blamed Fang Yun for the rain disaster, it would definitely be helping Fang Yun improve his literary name. A scholar wrote imperial poems and forced the Jiao king of the holy family to break his horn and pick his skin. What else do you want Fang Yun to do?

A Qingguo man whispered: "it's just imperial poetry, not war poetry. There's nothing to boast about, and the demon family may not care. If you have the ability to be a saint, try it, and the demon family will definitely send all its forces to kill him!"

"Wait for their word meeting. As long as Fang Yun can't make good words, he must look good!"

But more than half of Qingguo people are silent. They are completely afraid. They have completely given up suppressing Jingguo. They just want to return to Qingguo safely, and then they will not step on Jingguo!

Fang Yun is really terrible!

Only Shijun Shoutu clenched his fist and clenched his teeth, waiting for the last chance.

As the sun set, there were more and more people under the tower.

A large area is enclosed under the tower, with many tables and chairs for hundreds of people to sit down. In the street not far away, there are many temporary stalls, most of which are food and drink stalls. There are many lanterns hanging on the streets, which makes the surrounding South sub City towers very bright.

The story of Fang Yun writing imperial poems and summoning Da RI Jinlong to disperse the flood has been spread all over the city. More and more people come here, which is more lively than the Dragon Boat Festival.

Many men and women appeared in the streets or open spaces, looking up at the city tower, quietly waiting for today's Tanabata poetry festival.

Yang Yuhuan, Mrs. Lai, Mrs. Pang and their neighbors came here.

"This year's Tanabata is particularly grand. Last year, it didn't have today's pomp."

Lai Pianjiang said, "of course. Today, Fang Yun's poem became a dragon. The government specially publicized it and put on lanterns and colorful decorations to congratulate Fang Yun and celebrate the retreat of the flood."

A girl boldly said: "I heard that if the Tanabata literary club produces famous poems to brighten the morning glory Vega, then everyone present can find the right person! Fang maocai is so powerful, he must be able to."

"Silly girl. We all believe that Fang maocai wrote Mingzhou's Tanabata poems. But to attract the stars of the petunia and the weaver girl, it takes poetry to become a town. Tanabata poems are available every year, but the only thing that can keep the town is the untitled poem 'the petunia from afar, the Han woman of the Jiaojiao River', and the last sentence 'there is no language in the yingyingyishui' is the finishing touch. It has been sung for hundreds of years before it can be a town, and it was not possible on the day when the poem was completed Attract the star light of the petunia Weaver. "Lai said with a smile.

"Then... It's not impossible." Fang Daniu was a little unconvinced.

Pang Ju said with a smile, "Daniel, it's impossible to blindly praise Fang Yun! We all want Fang Yun's words to become a town and country than you. We can't talk nonsense."

Daniel Fang was even more unconvinced and said, "it's not that our young master hasn't written town poems!"