Saint of the Confucian way

After Yan Yukong finished writing, he picked up his Zhenguo poetry page with both hands, nodded gently and said, "I had the idea of chanting Fang Yun many years ago, but I often wrote abdominal manuscripts, which was not satisfactory. Today, hearing Mr. Chi's poetry, I was enlightened and my thoughts surged up. In this way, I also fulfilled my wishes for many years."

Zong Wude, sitting on one side, asked, "what do you want?"

"Let Fang Yun look at my poems, sincerely, seriously, honestly, good poetry!" Yan Yukong smiled.

The audience smiled, perhaps this is the wish of all readers.

Ji Anchang looks at Yan Yukong, frowns and whispers to the people around him about Yan Yukong's life experience.

However, many Qingguo people looked at Yan Yukong angrily.

These Qingguo people stayed here because they wanted to see Qingguo study, humanities and Jingguo people. After all, Fang Yun is not here. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but Yan Yukong is good. As Qingguo people, he helped Jingguo and praised Fang Yun.

It's nothing to just recite poems and praise Fang Yun, but now Yan Yukong's poems praising Fang Yun have become Zhenguo, which means that if Qingguo can't produce more talented Zhenguo poems, it will be a complete failure.

Yan Yukong almost cut off the way for all scholars in the Qing Dynasty to attack Fang Yun.

Some Qingguo people whisper, others speak loudly, dare not attack Fang Yun openly, and only dare to hint.

"Alas, with the world going down, it's very difficult to win and kill, which is not conducive to the growth of a generation of virtual saints!" an old scholar who celebrates the country brushed his beard and sighed.

Zhang poyue, who was in the seat of Jingguo, glanced at the old Jinshi and said contemptuously, "no one has ever killed you. You still haven't grown a lot of beard!"

Laughter came from everywhere in the conference. The old Jinshi was red and wanted to get under the table.

At this time, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi with old clothes got up and stood in the seat of Qingguo, standing out of the crowd.

He is a three champion, father and son, four bachelor, Ji Anchang.

"Brother Po Yue, it's rude to accuse a kind old man like this."

Ji Anchang's voice of spring thunder spread throughout the audience.

Most of the young people present didn't know him and talked about him. After learning Ji Anchang's identity, the people on the scene were polarized. One side admired his poetic achievements in those years. After all, he had made handed down war poems, but the other side despised him. He fled without fighting in the face of Li Wenying. Now he is provocating in the absence of Fang Yun.

Why was Zhang Po Yue afraid of anyone? Even if the other party was a great Confucian, Zhang Po Yue opened his mouth and said, "Jinshi slandered the great Confucian and said righteousness and righteousness?"

Ji Anchang looked regretful and said: "I have been away from Shengyuan for many years and devoted myself to practicing hard and honing my body and mind, but I never thought that the world in my neighboring countries is getting worse and the people's hearts are not old. I also follow Fang Yun's poetry as a standard and read it again and again. Although the rooster sings without sleepiness, the Terran is growing and stronger from generation to generation. What I fear most is complacency. Brother Wenying and I are old friends. Even if I criticize Fang Yun, he will be happy I will show mercy. However, I am not aiming at Fang Yun, but just reciting a poem and expressing my feelings in view of the current atmosphere. "

Ji Anchang's words have aroused the dissatisfaction of many Jingguo people, but many people can only resist their anger. It's not easy to refute loudly at this time. Moreover, Ji Anchang was very well-known in the two countries in those years, Fang Yun was not there, and panorama country couldn't find anyone to support him.

Li Wenying stood on the low platform not far away, nodded gently and said, "after many years of separation, brother Anchang's harvest is better than in the past. Please recite brother Anchang's masterpiece for the readers all over the world."

Ji'an Chang recited his poems as soon as he meditated.

"Fang Yun's poems have been handed down by thousands of people, and they are not new. There are talented people from all generations, and each has led the coquettish for decades."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a roar of applause from the Qingguo seat.

"Good!"

"Wonderful poem! Good poem!"

"Good one is not fresh now. My ears have heard the cocoon."

"Talented people from all generations have been leading the way for hundreds of years. It's a good story. A word reveals the secret of heaven! We Qingguo people are not weaker than Jingguo people!"

"This poem, far beyond the county, should also surpass Da Fu. It has the talent of Mingzhou! Maybe it won't be long before it can town the country!"

People in Qingguo praised him one after another. Zhang poyue, who was not far away, said, "scholars in Jingguo seriously learn from Mr. Ji Anchang. On the surface, his poem is talking about Fang Yun. In fact, he is talking about himself. The birth of Fang Yun, a great talent, has made Ji Anchang's poems stale and can only be coquettish for decades. If this poem says Fang Yun, it will at least say 'each has been coquettish for tens of thousands of years'!"

Many Jingguo people support Zhang poyue.

So, there was Qingguo humanitarian: "Zhang poyue, how about you recite a song?"

Both sides clamored and stood still, looking at Zhang poyue.

"Good! I'll have one." Zhang poyue got up and looked at all the people in Qingguo.

Zhang Po Yue didn't say much either. He opened his mouth and said, "talent can never be transported across the country. Who is the leader now? Or look at the jade orchid sweet potato, not the whale in the blue sea!"

After hearing this, Qingguo people were unable to refute for a moment. However, the irony of this poem is very strong.

This song says that those who attack Fang Yun can never surpass Fang Yun, and no one can be as outstanding as Fang Yun, ranking above the heroes. Their poems are like Kingfisher flying on orchids, delicate, weak, beautiful and delicate, while Fang Yun's poems are like driving whales to roam on the sea, with magnificent weather and momentum.

The poem is simply pointing at those people's noses.

The people in Jingguo applauded one after another. Zhang poyue's poem is not as smooth and popular as Ji Anchang, but the victory lies in its stronger momentum. No one can say that this poem is weaker than Ji Anchang.

Ji Anchang nodded slightly, but his eyes flashed a slightly undetectable color of vigilance. He didn't expect that the kingdom of Jing had undergone earth shaking changes after he had left Shengyuan mainland for several years. Yan Yukong is nothing more than a Qingguo man, but this broken mountain was not famous in those years, but now it has become a climate. The language of holding whales to swim in the sea is not what ordinary people can do.

Zong Xueyan explained in a low voice that Zhang poyue once led the Navy and fought fiercely with demons. He was also a legend. It's not surprising to write such poems.

Zhang Po yuelang said in a voice, "Mr. Anchang, you can write another one. After all, even my great scholar can write one at will. You were known as the saint of poetry in Qingguo school!"

Many people in Qingguo changed slightly when they heard the title of "little poet", because this title had long been robbed by Fang Yun. Ji Anchang is far from being comparable with Fang Yun in terms of quantity and quality.

Zong Xueyan hurriedly whispered, "Zhang poyue is afraid that you still have better poetry to suppress Li Wenying, so he deliberately urges you to make it in advance. If it's good, Li Wenying won't do it. If it's bad, Li Wenying will recite poetry."

"I'm just afraid Li Wenying won't do it!"

When Ji Anchang finished, he was like Zhang poyue. He didn't say a word of nonsense. He got up and recited, "it's more strange that there is nothing strange outside. Only one wave moves and ten thousand waves follow. I only know that the poetry is transported to the end, but who is across the sea?"

Qingguo people immediately praised.