Saint of the Confucian way

People are still talking.

"The imperial court has not responded yet. It may have to wait for the examination and approval of the Wen memorial archway to reward it. But this time the poem came out of the town, and it will inevitably appear in the Imperial Hall tomorrow. It is reasonable to say that writing the town poem to enhance our national luck should at least give us a title. The title of 'township man' is too low, and it should at least be 'County man'."

"This poem is very likely to be recommended by bachelor Li to Shengdao monthly, and Chunxiao is bound to appear in Shengdao next month. This is that the two poems are together, which has not been seen in a hundred years."

"But I heard that one of the three editors of the holy way is the youngest scholar in Qingguo. Jingqing and the two countries have had a bad relationship for a long time. Will he hinder it?"

"It's impossible. Even if the three great scholars are editors and reviewers, they should be checked by the great Confucianism in the end. There should be no problem."

"The problem is that Fang Yun's other song" Twilight "has also been recommended."

"The three poems are together? Unprecedented. I don't know whether it's a disaster or a blessing. Listen to Xian Zun's meaning, I don't want him to be too famous. I have to sharpen it for several years, but now I can't hide it."

"He's going to be in the limelight. Tong Sheng's town poetry is completely different from that of a great Confucian. Whether it's a disaster or a blessing, it's my blessing to be in the same hometown with him."

"However, Fang Yun, don't be proud. In the eyes of all saints, classics and righteousness are the main road, governing the country is the Middle Road, and poetry is the path."

"Feng Shui turns around in turn. Now the demon looks at the tiger and uses the path to kill a semi holy road or unknown." Su Ju people faintly pointed out his views on the current situation.

"That's right. Fang Yun has such a great talent. After decades, he may not be able to set foot on his own road."

"Yes."

Not long ago, county magistrate Cai secretly took out the printing paste he carried with him, and then asked for poetry pages from others and put them on the stone table.

"Fang Yun, come here. Your word is more than ten times better than the county test. The bone and shape of this word are very special. I've never seen it before. It seems that it has the potential of a famous family. Come and talk about it." county magistrate Cai said.

Everyone had finished reading it, so they took the initiative to get out of the way and let Fang Yun go to county magistrate CAI.

Wang Yuanjun brushed his beard and said with a smile, "children can be taught. Although this word is still a little immature, it is not bad compared with ordinary children. It has the style of everyone and may surpass us in less than three years. This... Xian Zun, what do you do!"

Wang Yuanjun stared and saw that county magistrate Cai suddenly took a hand, grabbed Fang Yun's right thumb, then pressed Fang Yun's thumb into the bright red ink, and then on the page of the poem Ji Xian's early trip.

Fang Yun raised his thumb in confusion, and the red fingerprint on the paper was clearly visible.

Everyone looked at county magistrate Cai suspiciously. Which play was this?

County Magistrate Cai grabbed the page of paper and ran away. While running, he recited the poem of the gallop war.

"The young saddle horse is as fast as flying,

Sell all Confucian clothes and buy war clothes;

I don't know how to lose strength when I get old,

The night is still a dream to solve the siege. "

In the process of reciting this poem, Cai county magistrate blew a strong wind all over his body, gently stepped under his feet, and glided in mid air. He was as fast as a horse.

County Magistrate Cai laughed loudly: "hahaha, this poem should be my heirloom! Fang Yun, don't worry, go!"

Fang Yun almost gushed out his old blood. Is this still a Jinshi? Is this still the head of a county? In this way, do you still have the opportunity to become a state shepherd in charge of a province? Last night, he said that he was a student of literature, and the great Confucianism taught such a student? Can we discuss scriptures happily in the future?

The others suddenly realized that they were all jealous!

Su Ju shouted, "the thief is ashamed to go and return my virtuous son-in-law zhenguoshi! What are you waiting for? Join hands to stop him!"

"Mr. Su is right. If he dares to use the official seal of Wenbao, I will take part in him!" Wang Yuanjun was angry and defeated.

"Cai he, how can you be so treacherous! Don't be a son of man! Don't be a son of man!"

Su Ju pointed at the front of Cai county magistrate and quickly recited the famous war poem "gale song" by Liu Bang, Emperor Taizu of the Han Dynasty.

"When the wind blows, the clouds fly. When we return to our hometown in the sea of Weijia, we are safe and brave to defend the four directions!"

Kill the enemy and speak out.

There was a breaking sound in the sky, and then a blue tornado up to ten feet appeared in front of Cai county magistrate and quickly blew towards Cai county magistrate. The wind formed by this war poem is far from the supernatural tornado, and the wind blade is like a knife. If it is rolled in, it will be ground into pieces.

Wang Yuanjun was also unwilling to be outdone. He read the war poem Canglang Xing by Chen Guanhai, the semi saint of Jingguo, and saw a huge wave four feet high and nine feet long behind Cai he, attacking the front and back of the tornado. This huge wave is stronger than Constable Lu's power inspired by Wenbao waist token.

"They are crazy!" a scholar muttered to himself.

Several old scholars watched a good play with a smile on their faces. Unless everyone here fought hard, it was impossible to stop county magistrate CAI. The other party was a Jinshi.

Fang Yunfeng was in a mess and couldn't laugh or cry. Unexpectedly, Wang Yuanjun looked very blue and said, "it hurts me to think of the scene when Cai he robbed the Zhenguo poem. My heart is dripping blood! I'd rather change my official position for this Zhenguo poem!"

"Go! Go to his house for breakfast, lunch and dinner, even for three days! Otherwise, it's hard to solve my hatred!" Su said angrily.

"Go!"

People responded one after another and walked to the county government with a smile.

Fang Yun shook his head and opened the curtain to enter.

The inside of the carriage was dark, but Fang Yun saw a pair of bright eyes looking at him.

Yang Yuhuan's eyes were shocked, joyful, gratified, and more admiration and worship.

"Xiao Yun, you're really good!" Yang Yuhuan said excitedly, staring at Fang Yun.

"OK." Fang Yun was a little embarrassed.

Yang Yuhuan said, "that's OK. Even I, a woman, know the reputation of Zhenguo poetry. Look at those senior officials who fight for your business. I've never heard of such a thing. You're simply... No, you're a great talent!"

Fang Yun couldn't help laughing. Unexpectedly, he wrote a poem. Yang Yuhuan was just like the crazy fans chasing stars. At this time, Yang Yuhuan was more gorgeous and lovely.

Fang Yun looked at Yang Yuhuan carefully and said, "sister Yuhuan, you are beautiful again, but you are still thin. You should continue to eat."

"Nonsense!" Yang Yuhuan blushed and lowered his head.

Mrs. Jiang complimented: "Mr. Fang really came down to earth as a Wenqu star. He wrote a poem and let the officials fight. He'll do well in the future? But they won't really fight for life and death, will they?"

Fang Yun said with a smile, "you're too worried. Wang Yuanjun and Su Ju just started because they were in a bad mood. It's not so serious. Isn't there a war poetry meeting? It's almost like a duel."

"That's good," said Mrs. Jiang.

Fang Daniu outside said loudly, "young master, I saw a war poetry meeting a few years ago. At that time, I wrote war poetry with the title of 'fire'. Two scholars even signed the certificate of life and death. As a result, one was burned alive. It was terrible."