Saint of the Confucian way

The party soon became lively.

The people of Qingguo and guguo deliberately raised Zhang Longxiang, but did not belittle Fang Yun, while the people of Jingguo raised Fang Yun and did not belittle Zhang Longxiang. As for other scholars, they either liked Zhang Longxiang or Fang Yun from their own point of view.

Because Qingjun and Zong Wuyuan had suffered a dark loss before, the people of Qingguo talked about poetry until the end, so the atmosphere of the banquet was very harmonious.

After talking for a long time, it was almost enough to say. Someone proposed that Fang Yun write poetry. After all, Zhang Longxiang has already written two poems today.

Fang Yun replied with a smile that he would pick up his pen and prevaricate when he saw Zhang Longxiang.

The time passed slowly. Around 4 p.m., the banquet was basically over, and the Yueyang Tower had been cleaned up.

Dong Wencong came over and informed the guests at each table one by one. A quarter of an hour before sunset, please go downstairs and take a seat under the Yueyang Tower, which is finally left to Fang Yun and Zhang Longxiang Wenbi.

They either still sat at the table, or stood by the city tower and looked at the world from afar. Several great Confucians were full of poetry. Regardless of the fact that the literary meeting did not start, they wrote poetry on the spot, which attracted the praise of scholars outside Yueyang Tower.

Fang Yun has been sitting in his seat to conserve energy. He holds the official seal of King Ji and can look down on the whole city from a high altitude. No matter what happens outside Yueyang Tower, he can't hide it from his eyes.

Near five o'clock, Fang Yun suddenly smiled.

Jiang Hechuan was practicing. His eyes contained a clear sky, constantly changing and unchanged, but he said, "the cultural meeting has not started. It's quite boring. If you find something good, tell me."

The great Confucians present may be near or far away, but they all have the terrible ability to see thousands of miles and listen to a city, or pay attention to Fang Yun openly or secretly.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "it's nothing. Adult Zuo Xiang arrived in civilian clothes and just landed."

Liu Shan is the Taoist priest of Zongsheng, and his status is respected. Even if the Zong family sees it, they will respect it, such as the son of Zongsheng, Zong Wuyuan and other future generations. They all need to salute first.

Some people either stood by the wall looking for it, or looked down at the bottom looking for Liushan.

Jiang Hechuan heard Liu Shan coming in civilian clothes and said with a smile, "interesting."

Zong Wuyuan and other Qingguo people have some subtle changes in their looks. The relationship between Liushan and the Zong family is well known. If he arrives here in Wenwei clothes or the government, he will be invited to Yueyang Tower or a seat. His identity will become subtle. He can neither support Zhang Longxiang nor Fang Yun. Wearing civilian clothes seems to be the best choice.

However, on a deeper level, Liu Shan has no confidence in Qingguo by wearing casual clothes this time. If Liu Shan believes that Zhang Longxiang will win this time, he can obstruct Fang Yun and help the Zong family and Qingguo with the body of Zuo Xiang.

Fang Yun, Jiang Hechuan and others thought of another possibility. The action of Qingjun and Zong's family may not tell all about Liushan, which led to Liushan's concerns. Of course, it does not rule out that Liushan is crafty and has other means.

When the sun was about to set and the moon was about to rise, all the people on Yueyang Tower walked down the wall and outside the wall.

When these great Confucian monarchs came out, all the people at the cultural conference stood up.

More than 3.7 million people are on the grass beach outside Yueyang Tower.

Under Yueyang Tower, there is a high platform. In front of the high platform, seats are distributed in turn.

A seat is one for each person. There is a square table in front of each person. According to the distribution of countries, these people can see the people on the Yueyang Tower and even hear the words above as long as they look up slightly.

When these monarchs and great scholars took their seats, the University Scholars at seat B in the back sat down. Starting from seat B, they were not single tables, then seat C, and finally seat D and the last figure sat down.

In an ordinary corner of seat C, there are some young scholars who are Jinshi.

Not far away, some people pointed at the two tables of readers.

"Look there. It's clearly just a scholar, but it's sitting at seat C. I'm afraid it's not a small source."

"What source is not small. It's nothing more than some aristocratic family dandies. If it weren't for aristocratic family disciples, how could Jinshi be with Hanlin?"

"Take a closer look at one of them. It's Yan Yukong! These people are Fang Xusheng's friends in the holy ruins!"

"Cough..." the man was very embarrassed before.

During the banquet, Li Fanming kicked the big rabbit away, smiled and said to his friends nearby, "thanks to Fang Yunwen's comparison with Zhang Longxiang, otherwise our brothers in the holy ruins can get together again in some year and month. Come and have a toast."

When the people drank it up, Hua Yuqing said, "we have finished our study in the holy courtyard and go our separate ways, but now the consumption of cultural channels is reduced, and it's not difficult to meet once every two years. However, it's not easy to see that one." Hua Yuqing said, gently picking his chin and motioning to the people to look ahead.

When the crowd looked, Hua Yuqing was referring to Fang Yun.

"No way. If we can shoulder the danger of the Terran in 50 years, he will have influenced the rise and fall of the Terran now. We are still learning, accumulating and honing. We may not be able to do what he is doing even at the peak. If he is busy, let him go."

"Indeed. He was just a Wenbi, which made all the heroes gather here. I'm afraid I can't do it in my life."

"But he is not relaxed now. The undercurrent of the conference is surging. It is estimated that you can guess one or two."

"A group of curfews are Fang Yun's opponents!"

"Look, Fang Yun stands up."

The last edge of the sun sank to the west, leaving clouds in the sky.

Wenqu star hangs high in the center and becomes the brightest star in the sky instead of the sun.

The sky in the East was originally the darkest, but a ray of silver rose at a very slow speed and grew rapidly.

The sun sinks and the moon rises. The time has come.

From a high altitude, the west wall of Baling city is divided inside and outside, and Yueyang Tower, as the central tower of the west wall, stands between heaven and earth.

Under the Yueyang Tower, the seats of the cultural society gradually spread outward, forming a fan-shaped venue to accommodate all the elites participating in the cultural society.

In the grass behind the last table, many people sit on benches, with more than one million people. In more peripheral places, a large number of people either stand or sit on the ground, stretching from the grass to the beach by the river.

The open space between the Yangtze River and Yueyang Tower has been occupied by dark crowds.

The water of the Yangtze River is clear and glowing. Countless temporary sea holes on the river have dissipated. Many water demons are floating on the water in a neat line, looking at the people under Yueyang Tower and Fang Yun with spiritual eyes.

Not only the water demons in the waters of Wenxing longjue's fiefdom surfaced, but from a distance, there were dense water demons on the water surface of Dongting Lake and the water surface of the Yangtze River in the distance.

The king Jiao of Dongting also showed half his head from the water and looked at Yueyang Tower from a distance.

After Fang Yun got up, people around the venue soon found that there was no sound in front of the Yueyang Tower, where more than three million people and tens of millions of water demons were gathered.

"Yueyang Tower Mid Autumn Festival cultural meeting, start!"

Fang Yun's tongue blooms and spring thunder spreads thousands of miles.

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