Saint of the Confucian way

They thought Gong Yangxun and Fang Yun were both from Jingguo, either joking or deliberately saying so to publicize each other's literary names. They could see that Fang Yun's expression was full of doubt.

Fang Yun looked at the ram patrol with a confused look.

People realized that Gongyang patrol didn't discuss with Fang Yun, but suddenly opened his mouth, which seemed to have ulterior motives.

Many people think of Fang Yun's experience in Jingguo and understand that it is very likely that the ram patrols the needle for each other, but in this indirect way, it doesn't seem like putting Fang Yun to death.

Fang Yun's confused and confused expression dissipated, and then smiled and said, "brother Gongyang is joking. You are a disciple of the noble semi holy family. How can you need me to help. People miss and horses miss. Brother Gongyang doesn't matter even if he makes mistakes occasionally. Just, you don't represent Jingguo, and I can't represent it."

Gongyang patrol said easily, "you're too serious. I'm just asking for help. Maybe if I get the topic I've prepared, I don't need your town and country."

Many people present did not look good, especially the scholar of the aristocratic family who came out of the mansion.

Fang Zhenguo's name is praise in private, but if it is called at such a cultural meeting, it is making others more jealous and hostile to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled and patrolled the ram. After watching for dozens of interest, the Surabaya courtyard was silent.

"Well, since brother Gongyang is both a native of Jingguo and a semi holy family of Jingguo and contributes to the human race, it would be unkind, disloyal and courageous if we don't even help this little favor. Let me help! Even if I can't write poetry, I'll stand there for a quarter of an hour and let everyone look at our luck and lose face. However, it's just your ugliness and mine, which has nothing to do with Jingguo!"

Fang Yun's voice was resounding, and countless people praised him in their hearts.

Those scholars and scholars secretly lamented that Fang Yun was a genius. If they entangled again, they would lose the face of Jingguo without waiting to write poetry. Fang Yun resolutely chose to help and impolitely accused Gongyang patrol of being unkind, but he wouldn't do that. He could lose his face, but he couldn't lose Jingguo's face in front of outsiders.

"The wind of famous scholars." Confucius University Scholars couldn't help sighing, quite sorry.

The expression of Gongyang patrol didn't change at all. He was still smiling. He put his hand into the carton, took out a note, and then sighed helplessly: "love. Alas, I'm not ready, Fang Yun. It seems that I really need your help."

Fang Yun immediately stood up and said, "since I have promised, I am duty bound." then he walked to the table beside Gongyang patrol.

Li Fanming hurriedly whispered: "leave the best Mid Autumn Festival poems at tomorrow's holy ruins cultural meeting! Don't be excited by them to enter the holy ruins!"

Fang Yun nodded and continued to move forward.

"Duty bound? OK, but there are no classics. Where does the language come from?" asked a university scholar.

Ci junlue pondered and said with a smile, "when it's Fang Yun's language, his words and poems have always been novel."

The rest of the great scholars are also full of holy classics. When they hear this idiom for the first time, they believe it is what Fang Yun said.

"There is a book called the romance of the Three Kingdoms." Fang Yun thought about the obligatory source and came to Gongyang patrol.

Gongyang patrol immediately took the initiative to study ink for Fang Yun and said with a smile: "Xie fangmao helped me. If I have any assignment in the future, I am also duty bound!"

Fang Yun picked up his brush and said, "brother Gongyang, you're welcome. A few days ago, I was watching the moon at the edge of Yuhai City, and I got an occasional sentence, but I didn't know how to answer it. Today, I saw the talents of ten countries gathered here and far away from my hometown. I feel the latter sentence."

Fang Yun said and picked up his pen to write.

The bright moon is rising above the sea, everyone faraway enjoy the same moment.

This is the Confucius School palace. Once these two sentences come out, the orange talent comes out through the paper. One foot, two feet, just two sentences, they have reached the government, and their talent is more than anyone in the cultural society.

The word gentleman immediately stood up, fought with spring thunder and said, "there is a bright moon on the sea, and the ends of the world are at this time."

When everyone heard Mr. Ci's words, the words of these two poems immediately appeared clearly in his mind. Mr. Ci's voice seemed to write these two poems in people's mind.

The scholar of Confucius University said, "this sentence can be passed on through the ages."

"This' birth ', not' rise ', has the artistic conception of pregnancy and birth. It's wonderful!"

"The phrase 'the ends of the earth are at this time' tells us that people look forward to reunion on the night of the Mid Autumn Festival."

Many scholars look bleak. Most of them can't reunite with their relatives during the Mid Autumn Festival.

Subsequently, Fang Yun wrote the other six sentences of the famous article by Zhang Jiuling, Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty.

Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other in the evening.

Extinguish the candle, pity the light, and feel the dew.

I can't afford to give you a gift, but I still have a dream.

Finally, Fang Yun wrote "looking at the moon and cherishing the future" on the top.

Three and a half feet.

"Poetry comes out of Mingzhou. After it has been spread for a long time, it is possible to Zhenguo!" one person whispered.

Li Fanming praised: "good poem! The first two sentences are half scenery and half emotion, and the scene is one. The last few sentences are like stories, telling the act of missing relatives as if they were right in front of you."

Some people are still immersed in this poem, which is led by the scene of the moon rise, and transcribes the lover's worry that the night is too long and his heart is lovesick. Clearly want to put out the candles to sleep, can see the bright moonlight, involuntarily dressed to go out to enjoy the moon, but finally because it took too long to get wet by dew, want to give the moonlight to people far away, but can't do it, finally can only sleep and place the hope of meeting in a dream.

"Fang Yun must have missed his lover yesterday before he wanted to write this poem. Without real experience, it would be impossible to write such a detailed and memorable poem."

A great scholar said with a smile, "it's worthy of being Fang Yun. Even if it's temporary, it can make a poem into Mingzhou, which is comparable to the king of poetry."

But cijun said with a smile: "the bright moon on the sea has a strong momentum and beautiful artistic conception. The phrase 'the end of the world is at this time' is written to all the people in the world. He is far inferior."

Many people didn't care what Mr. CI said, but a few kept it in mind. Mr. Ci and Mr. Shi had been friends, but now they are obviously very dissatisfied with Mr. Shi. They just say "he", and don't even mention their names. Everyone knows that Mr. Shi and Fang Yun have a feud over the death of his disciples. It seems that Mr. CI is on the side of Fang Yun.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Mr. tree is moving! The leaves are falling!"

When they looked around, they saw that the branches of hundreds of ancient trees made a rustling sound without wind. Then the leaves fell and danced like butterflies under the bright moon.

Everyone feels the joy of the ancient trees. This feeling is strange and absurd, but it really exists.

Some people reached for some leaves of ancient trees. The ancient trees of Confucius School Palace are evergreen all the year round. The leaves do not fall in wind and rain. Only poetry can make them forget themselves and wither. They fall because of their talent and holy way. Therefore, Mr. Shu's leaves are the most popular souvenirs of Confucius city.

After several children asked their elders, they immediately ran under the tree, opened their arms in the fallen leaves and cheered happily.

The fallen leaves of ancient trees are a great honor in Kong City, especially those who have studied in the Confucius palace look at Fang Yun with great envy. After the fallen leaves, Fang Yun's name is bound to remain on the stone wall recording the fallen leaves of ancient trees.

At the same time, people were shouting everywhere in the Confucius palace.

"Mr. tree has fallen leaves! Mr. tree has fallen leaves!"

"Go and pick up Mr. tree's leaves outside the Surabaya hospital!"

Liu Zizhi suddenly strode over and said, "Fang Yun, if I can't write poetry, are you willing to help me?"

Fang Yun stared at Liu Zizhi and said, "you Liu family are a loyal family. Liu Zicheng is honest and aboveboard. Liu Xiang threw his head and shed blood for our Terran. How can I not help you when you watch the barbarian corpses everywhere!"

Fang Yun's tone did not have the slightest resentment, but the "facts" he described inexplicably produced a strong resentment.

"The shame of the kingdom of Jing, the great thief of the human race!" a whole family couldn't help scolding Zuo Xiang.

Many people lament that Fang Yun, as a leading scholar in a country, was almost killed by Zuo Xiang's family in Jingguo. It has long been on the Wen Bao and is well known by scholars in ten countries.

Liu Zizhi's face did not change. He reached out and took out a note from the carton. His face finally changed slightly. He seemed reluctant to say, "unfortunately, there is the word frontier fortress on the paper. I haven't been to the north of the great wall and can't write poetry. I don't know if Fang exemplary can write a frontier fortress poem?"

Liu Zizhi looked at Fang Yun and was filled with resentment. He never believed that Fang Yun could write good poems in a short time for the second time.

Fang Yun raised his pen and said, "why not? Then I wrote a poem" Guan Shanyue sent to Liushan and all the soldiers "to praise Liu Xiang's great achievements!" Fang Yun wrote a famous frontier fortress poem "Guan Shanyue" by the poet Li Bai.

The moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, and there is a vast sea of clouds.

The long wind blew tens of thousands of miles through the Yumen pass.

Fang Yun wrote a sentence, and the word Jun said a sentence with spring thunder. When Fang Yun finished the first four sentences, thousands of people couldn't help but stand up, and the tables and chairs made a sound.

"This... Is so magnificent! The mind of a saint!"

"Think it over and over again. It's like a picture in front of you. No, it's like a real scene. The moon rises from Tianshan Mountain, walks in the sea of clouds, and the long wind blows. It's just in front of you!"

"The scenery of this poem is so magnificent! The previous poem 'the moon on the sea' has a strong momentum but beautiful scenery. The four sentences of this poem are magnificent and magnificent. The former is like a great Confucian poem on the beach, and the latter is like a military Marshal standing outside the Great Wall to enjoy the moon!"

A son of an aristocratic family said excitedly and repeatedly: "right! Right! Right..."

"Mr. tree moved again!"

The rustle of the old trees continued to ring, and the leaves fell one after another.

Fang Yun lowered his head and finished the content behind the ancient poem.

Baideng road under the Han Dynasty, quite a glimpse of Qinghu Bay.

From the place of war, no one has returned.

The garrison guest looks at the color of the border and thinks of returning. It's bitter.

When the high-rise building is this night, sigh should not be idle.

Once again, his talent was more than three feet high and nearly four feet high.

"Mingzhou is near Zhenguo again!"

"Hum, if the left Prime Minister of Wujing country obstructed him last year, how could he 'see no one returning', Fang Yun wrote well! I really want to hit the traitor's face with this poem!"

"Alas, the last four sentences were really given to the soldiers. They thought of their relatives at home under the moon at the border. On the same night, their wives were at home sighing day and night."

Liu Zizhi looked at Fang Yun like a ghost. It was clearly a note taken from the scene, but Fang Yun not only wrote a frontier fortress poem, not only linked the theme of the bright moon, but also wrote Zuo Xiang in it, but also wrote it so well and so fast. Who can compare this talent? Who can hold it?

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