Saint of the Confucian way

Many Qingguo scholars got up and walked out with Feng mo. finally, ordinary Qingguo scholars left with great momentum.

The remaining Qingguo people either looked helpless, or looked like watching a good play with a smile, or had no expression. They didn't know what they meant.

Close to the gate, Feng Mo was about to speak. Suddenly, a warning rose in his heart. He felt that an invisible sword was against his throat. If he dared to say another word, he would be killed on the spot.

The cold sweat flowed behind Feng Mo until he stepped out of heaven and earth and didn't say a word.

Leaving tiantianbei and Wenyuan, the feeling disappeared. A flash of anger flashed in Feng Mo's eyes. Just now, he was frightened by Li Wenying's killing intention. He didn't even say the poems he had prepared.

Feng Mo looked back at the Xiangzhou literary academy, took a deep breath, and his tongue burst with spring thunder.

"In the past, the Terrans had no foreign enemies, and Qingguo had no choice but to take the elephant; today, there are people frying and crying outside the demon barbarians!"

The sound of sealing foam spread all over Yueyang City and the literary academy.

Some Qingguo people immediately praised it.

"Good poetry!"

"That's right! It's a good poem to use the allusions of Cao Zhi's seven step poem to attack those who fight inside."

"That's right. In those days, the Qing state took over Xiangzhou only when it saw the poor governance of the Jing state, and it was in peacetime. Now the Jing state is approaching. Only on the surface, this poem is praising Fang Yun and blaming those people. However, if you read it carefully, it doesn't mean anything.

He said that Fang Yun's articles were not as good as those in the Han and Wei dynasties. Obviously, he was saying that Fang Yun's articles were not very good.

He said that Fang Yun's steed was only worthy of the monarch, but he proposed "crossing the capital", which seemed to say that crossing the capital of Jingguo was likely to imply that the monarch of Jingguo only controlled Fang Yun in name, but could not control it in fact.

"Good poem!" Li Wenying nodded gently.

As soon as they saw it, they understood that Li Wenying's attitude was not that Li Wenying was really domineering and forbidding people to criticize Fang Yun, but that he was allowed to criticize at a certain level. For example, there was no word in this poem that said Fang Yun was bad, but in fact it was openly praising and secretly belittling. Don't say Li Wenying, even if Fang Yun was here, he couldn't find anything wrong.

This is the scholar's bearing and scholar's mind.

"Ashamed!" the great Confucian Chi Qianfeng sat down after reciting.

Many people sighed that the dignified Confucianism was sandwiched between the two countries and had to contribute to the celebration of the country. They could only use a sentence of "shame" to express their true feelings. Moreover, this poem is very good, but Chi Qianfeng deliberately didn't write with his pen and didn't show his talent. Obviously, he didn't want to compete for the holy apricot. He was afraid that his talent was too high and the negative impact of the other party's sports was too great.

It is not humiliating to do something helpless with a sense of shame.

The readers present realized that the cultural conference finally began to reach a real climax. Since Qingguo scholars took action, Jingguo scholars will fight back.

However, no one thought that the name of Fang Yun is like a river forever!

"Er Cao's body and name will be destroyed, and the river will flow forever!"

Majestic and powerful!