Saint of the Confucian way

The full moon is in the sky and the stars are sparse.

All the rich families who had been bullied by the fierce king applauded.

Those who are about to enter the holy ruins are also talking.

A person sneered and said: "the fierce king is used to being rampant in the state of Wu. He underestimates us, the people of Kong City, and Fang Yun's literary name! Don't say it's him. Even if a generation of great Confucianism dares to be fierce, he will be accused by thousands of people of Kong City and suppress his courage! Unfortunately, he is still cautious and dare not admit to killing Fang Yun personally, otherwise Lord Dongsheng will kill him in one word!"

"He didn't say, but he didn't say that there was no other way to harm Fang Yun. He is worthy of being the fierce king of the strategist. He knows the consequences of raising tigers and won't give his opponent any chance. It's a pity that Fang Yun is dangerous."

"The fierce king dares to say that Fang Yun can't get out of the holy ruins. He must have left some means. He entered the holy ruins eight years ago and must have found something extraordinary. If he hurt Fang Yun in the holy ruins, even half saints can't avenge Fang Yun."

"What if he has more means? This year's holy ruins are very powerful. Only a hundred people like us enter the holy ruins will consume the huge talent of the holy courtyard. If a scholar sneaks in, the amount of talent consumed is equal to the sum of a hundred people. Except for Kong Sheng family and six Asia Sheng families, none of the ten countries and semi Saint families can give up. The fierce king is an imperial family. He is above the scholar and wants to join the holy Academy The ruins can only be achieved by gathering the strength of all holy aristocratic families. Therefore, it is impossible for him to enter! ".

"Maybe there are other ways. We can't underestimate the people in the world."

The curse became less and less, and the fierce king still sat firmly in the Wuhou car.

Those scholars who were in the Imperial Academy or above felt that the fierce king was shaking his vitality, was fighting against the power pointed by thousands of people, and even heard the voice of gentle movement.

No matter how strong the fierce king is, it will be very difficult to resist the accusations of Kong Cheng.

Meng Li whispered, "Lin Tang, you admit a mistake. No matter whether it's true or false, thousands of people will no longer point at you. Why do you have to hold on?"

The fierce king's eyes were like ice and said, "it's his fault to refuse my favor and humiliate my family with a cheap maid!"

Meng Linyu was about to persuade him. He seemed to think of something and immediately said, "you're right! Fang Yun is an animal without human ethics. The semi holy family is the head of the human race. If he is so slandered, he will be damned by heaven! I must contact all the creatures in the 'ritual house' to attack his nonsense of shaking the root of the human race!"

Meng Li immediately said with a smile, "OK!"

Meng Linyu smiled and said, "Lin Tang, I think you think highly of Fang Yun."

"Oh?" the fierce king looked at the Jinshi brother.

"At the Mid Autumn Festival cultural meeting in kongcheng yesterday, he was framed by the Gongyang family and the Liu family and forced to sing poetry about the state for three consecutive years. Even if he was a genius, it would be impossible for him to have very good poetry and prose in the world today. Whether Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, sun naiyong or Zong Wude, they all have talents about the state. The four of them have prepared for the holy ruins cultural meeting for several years, and they will not lose Fang Yun!"

The fierce gentleman nodded.

Meng Li said with a smile, "Fang Yunwen's position is too low. Even if Shicheng Town gets Yuehua more than everyone, his strength in the holy ruins can only be barely behind ten, which is still worse than Yan Yukong and others. Unless he can pass on poetry to the world, the power of Yuehua will be amazing at that time, he will be qualified to stand side by side with the first three. However, he can never do it!"

The fierce king's eyes swept the people who were about to enter the holy ruins on the side of the high platform, then passed Fang Yun, and finally looked at the night sky. It seemed that no one could enter his eyes in the world.

On the high platform, the master of ceremonies resumed his smile and said, "please start writing poems and articles with the title of the mid autumn moon. The holy ruins society has not published poems and articles in the town for nearly a century. I hope you can make this year's holy ruins society famous in history! Please!"

Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, sun naiyong and Fang Yun immediately walked behind their desks. Only Zong Wude was stunned at first, then looked at the master of ceremonies with great resentment and grievance, and silently walked to their desks.

Zong Wude complained in a low voice as he walked: "I knew it would be bad luck to be on the same stage with Fang Yun! The first four people introduced me, but I was the only one left! Is the fierce king deliberately making trouble for me? My literary name!"

Yan Yukong and others couldn't help laughing, and Fang Yun also smiled. Although Zongsheng, the first person of the miscellaneous family, was Zong Wude's great grandfather, and the miscellaneous family targeted him, Zong Wude didn't shout and kill each other like those people, without the slightest hostility.

The emcee looked ashamed, but now the five people are about to start writing. He can't disturb with spring thunder. He can only say in a low voice: "Mr. Zong, I'm sorry, I'm really negligent. When you appreciate it, I will focus on you."

"Then don't forget that I've been thinking hard for three years for today's literary name!" Zong Wude seemed very generous.

Five people slowly grind ink together, and the ink fragrance is light.

The night pearl floating on the high platform darkened again, and the whole high platform was dim.

Everyone stared in front of the five people and waited for their talent to see how high they could be.

Yan Yukong was the first to write, and his talent appeared only after writing a few sentences.

The others wanted to write, but they all wanted to see the poems of the first person in the ten countries for the first time, so they didn't write and looked at them together.

Not long after, Yan Yu stopped writing, and the poem became. The orange talent hung on the paper, rushed three feet, reached three feet and four inches, and the poem became Mingzhou.

The ancient trees of the Confucius School palace shook their branches one after another, and the leaves fell.

With thunderous cheers, everyone is congratulating Mingzhou talents.

Yan Yukong nodded slightly, then looked at others and said, "I advise you to write in front of Fang's sports pen."

Zong Wude remembered his tragic experience just now and hurriedly said, "don't write first. If you write first, others will forget us! I owe you a favor!"

Sun naiyong said, "my uncle just gave you two books. You can't cross the river and tear down the bridge."

Fang Yun smiled helplessly, "then write it first. I'll wait."

At a table under the stage, four people with extraordinary temperament are the four talents of this generation.

Ci Jun smiled and said, "Yin Jun, every time I see you, your appearance is different. Who's your name? But you seem very interested in each other's luck. The three of us can't invite you together."

Yin Jun said nothing and looked at the stage.

Ci Jun didn't care either. He said to Shi Jun, "huaijiang, you always value Fang Yun. How much do you think his poems today can be? Mingzhou? Zhenguo?"

"I'm Shi Jun, not Yi Jun. how can I figure it out? But he at least Mingzhou." Shi jundao.

Ci Jun smiled, turned his head and looked at Shi Jun and said, "Jing Dao, how do you feel when you see that Fang Yun and fierce Jun are enemies of each other?"

Shi Jun glanced at CI Jun and said, "although Fang Yun and I have gratitude and resentment, we can't call it an enemy. I have a literary dispute with him. On the contrary, the fierce king threatened to take the position of my four talents, suppress my literary name, block my holy way, and speak wildly, which has exceeded the literary dispute. It's not too much to say that it's my enemy."

"Then you and Fang Yun must have an end!" the smile on CI Jun's face disappeared and said slowly.

Shijun looked at cijun, sighed and said, "you and I have known each other for many years. How can I not see your intention? I am the Shijun of the human race and the Shijun of Qingguo. I can't let go of my disciple's death because of him."

"Fang Yun's achievements must be above you and me. I don't want to see Fang Yun lose or you hurt because of Fang Yun. If you don't make a decision today, I'll make a decision," said CI Jun.

Shijun is silent and knows that if he insists on his own way, their friendship will be completely broken.

Not long after, Shijun solemnly said, "if his poem becomes Mingzhou this time, it proves that he is no better than you. I will continue to insist. If his poem becomes a town, all the previous gratitude and resentment will disappear, and I will no longer embarrass him. If his poem becomes popular in the world, it is that I have no eyes. I should not press the literary name of such a great talent, apologize to him, and then guard the two boundary mountains. I will not become a great scholar and never leave the mountain!"

"OK! If you go to Liangjie mountain, I'll accompany you for the first time! Your poems and my poems can be used for demons and barbarians to show men's true colors! Even if the talent of the fierce king exceeds that of you and me, it's not as good as mole ants in my eyes!"

"You..." Shijun originally thought that this old friend valued profits over friends because of Fang Yun's rise, but when he heard this, he knew that cijun really wanted to resolve the gratitude and resentment between him and Fang Yun, and his eyes couldn't help flickering.

Unable to speak, Shijun raised his glass and drank it at one fell swoop.

Ci Jun also drank up the wine in the cup. He heard the voice and looked at the stage.

Zong Wude's two poems were completed. They were all Mingzhou. The trees in the school palace shook more violently and the fallen leaves were like rain.

Four three foot high talents were placed there, which had an extremely strong visual impact on the scholars in kongcheng, and countless people cheered and praised.

"Can I write?" Fang Yun asked.

"Wait a hundred interest, I haven't heard enough of their cheers." Zong Wude smiled.

Fang Yun ignored Zong Wude, raised his pen to write, and steadily wrote down the title of the word "shuidiagetou" at the beginning.

The four men and the emcee immediately walked behind Fang Yun and stretched their necks to see.

Li Wenying stood up, zuyuanhe stood up, Li Fanming stood up, the people of Jingguo stood up, and the big rabbit stood up. Then he climbed to Li Fanming's shoulder, and his long ears stood upright.

The rest of the guests were still sitting.

Fang Yun writes with a pen.

When will the moon come, ask the blue sky for wine.

On the other hand, the page of paper began to float slowly. The talent on the paper was not the surging up of others, but rolling up, as if a dragon of talent was about to rise into the sky. Then, a cloud of talent appeared under the page.

"Talent becomes a cloud! Paper hangs in the air! It's the image of the world! There are two kinds of visions after only writing two sentences. If the whole word is completed, it's good!" the CI Jun couldn't help but cry and stood up suddenly.

Even the word gentleman is so, others are very excited.

The Mohists stand up, the soldiers of the Holy Family stand up, the ancestors stand up... All the guests stand up.

Even the master of the Kong Family pushed away his chair and got up for fear that the chair would block him.

Hundreds of thousands of people stretched their necks like chicks waiting for their mother to feed.

All the ancient trees in the Confucius palace shook wildly. The trees were so crazy that the leaves were not falling, but flying.

Fang Yun continued to write.

I don't know what season it would be in the heavens on this night. I want to go back in the wind, and I'm afraid that the Qionglou Yuyu will be very cold at the height. Dancing with clear shadows is like being in the world.