Saint of the Confucian way
Chapter 2343
Ji Anchang's poem, like the previous Qingguo literary phase, has both praise and criticism, but focuses more on criticism.
This poem means that some of Fang Yun's poems are very strange, which can be called the most strange in the world, and many people follow suit. However, it is difficult for future generations to surpass it, but they have to imitate it, which leads to the spread of this unhealthy trend of seeking wonders, just like the sea inundating the land. Who caused this bad impact?
Qingguo people immediately took some strange poems before Fang Yun as examples, such as cross palindromes, four seasons palindromes and so on.
Ji Anchang is so quick in thinking that scholars in Jingguo have a sense of crisis. Many people are secretly writing poems to fight Ji Anchang, but they find that they can't fight Ji Anchang on their own.
Many Jingguo people sighed softly. If they had been prepared, they would not have lost to Ji Anchang with the strength of everyone, but now suddenly Wenbi is out of control.
At this moment, scholars in Jingguo Miss Fang Yun very much.
When the people of Jingguo were at a loss, Jiang Hechuan, who had white hair and beard, got up and said with a smile, "I wanted to watch, but I can't see anyone confuse the public and the black and white. So I wrote a poem to clear the source."
With that, Jiang Hechuan pondered a little and recited: "don't doubt that it's not time for Fang Yun. Tell the ancestors who came first. It's your teacher to judge the pseudo body, be friendly and elegant, and benefit more teachers."
After reciting the poem, Jiang Hechuan smiled and said, "the purpose of this poem is not to defend Fang Yun, but to tell the truth. Please don't fall into an unjust situation for the sake of the dispute of spirit and spirit."
Jingguo people looked pleased, but they didn't praise loudly and showed a modest attitude. Qingguo people didn't refute, and some people were even ashamed.
This poem has explained the truth Jiang Hechuan wants to say. There is no doubt that those who indiscriminately attack Fang Yun are not as good as Fang Yun. They learn from each other and inherit the sages regardless of who comes first. The real way to learn is to screen out those poems with bad form and content, get close to the poems in the style of the book of songs, and learn from more people as much as possible.
Jiang Hechuan didn't speak clearly, but everyone knew that Jiang Hechuan was actually saying that those who attacked Fang Yun had deviated from the holy way and violated the original intention of writing poetry.
Many Qingguo people secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Jiang Hechuan is a famous gentleman of integrity. If he is as direct as Zhang poyue or Li Wenying, I'm afraid this poem will bring some reading humanities to dust.
There will be a brief silence in the article, but then some unconvinced people begin to clamor. Those poems praising Fang Yun and belittling Fang Yun appear alternately, especially on the list, which has become a tragic battlefield.
Over the Academy of Arts, the talent like the scorching sun is expanding, because no matter praising Fang Yun or belittling Fang Yun's poems, as long as they form talent, they will fly inside and make it grow.
A few Qingguo people realized that continuing might help Fang Yun, but both the cultural conference site and the discussion list have been out of control. Neither the king of Qingguo nor the great Confucianism can stop the development of the situation.
At the time of the unprecedented enthusiasm of the holy apricot culture meeting, the battle between Fang Yun and Bei Yihuang seems to be coming to an end in the holy Valley, the ancient god tower and the mysterious medicine garden.
The eight Beiyi sabres of Beiyi emperor are extremely powerful. Each Beiyi Sabre is close to the words of a literary giant. Let alone Fang Yun's inability to use his talent, even if he can use them, he may not be able to take them all.
Fang Yun secretly tried his treasures and found that almost everything that can be used is lack of power due to the lack of vitality of heaven and earth. If you really want to use it, it is almost a waste of power, because it takes a lot of holy Qi and decaying power to urge those treasures.
Fang Yun took a deep breath and decided to use the holy word.
Fang Yun looked solemn and solemn, holding his new notes to the Analects of Confucius in both hands, gently turned the pages, but in a moment, the pages turned to Chapter 19 of the Analects of Confucius.
Bei Yihuang found that Fang Yun looked different and was vigilant. At the same time, he looked at the book in Fang Yun's hand and found that the book did not emit any power. It was not a holy book, so he smiled. As long as it was not a holy book, even the famous great Confucian true text could not threaten himself. After all, the great Confucian true text needs to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth to be inspired.
In the smiling gaze of the Beiyi emperor, Fang Yun said slowly, "the saints are in the column. At last, learn to be grateful, and ask the saints with words. They resonate with each other!"
Just 16 words, in Fang Yun's words, are like ordinary voices. No one has a special feeling when hearing them. However, after Fang Yun has finished, these 16 words are like thunder and explode in the listener's mind again.
Beiyi emperor only felt the roar of his mind, and his ears were full of sonorous voices.
"How dare you use the holy word?" Bei Yihuang's face changed dramatically, but then he showed a sneer.
Holy word is not a real killing force. Unlike war poetry, it is more like a force that indirectly affects people.
"You can use it. I'm waiting for you to use it. It's just a great scholar in all corners who dares to use holy words and great skills indiscriminately. I don't know how to die. Use it. It just saves me some effort. After all, if I really want to kill you, I have to take some risks and use my reluctant baby." Bei Yihuang was so busy that he looked at Fang Yun like watching a play.
After Fang Yun finished, a jade bottle appeared in his hand. A drop of blood flew out of the jade bottle and fell on the holy soul platform.
The holy blood turned into a portrait.
"Half Saint Zi Gong..." Bei Yihuang recognized the identity of the half Saint statue at a glance.
Fang Yun stood straight, but did not see Bei Yihuang. Instead, he looked at his new notes to the Analects of Confucius and began to read it like an honest student.
"Zigong said, 'the teacher's wall is several Ren, and you can't enter through its door.'"
Fang Yun's voice was like morning bell and evening drum, which spread all over baicoffin island in an instant, and it was like rolling thunder and never stopped.
A courtyard appeared out of thin air, and Fang Yun stood on the open space in the courtyard wall.
The yard is not big, just four or five feet around. But strangely, if you look carefully, you will find that there are countless buildings and houses inside. Each house is magnificent, just like the Dragon Palace and the whole city of Kong City.
There is a mystery in the plain.
Everything didn't seem to have changed much, but the eight Beiyi knives of Beiyi emperor flew around the yard like ants on a hot pot. They can fly over the courtyard wall and attack from mid air, but they are like fools. They don't know it at all.
Beiyi emperor hurriedly controlled the eight Beiyi knives, but no matter what means he used, the eight Beiyi knives could not cross the courtyard wall.
Because, compared with the eight shell wing knives, the courtyard wall is infinitely high.
For Bei Yihuang, the courtyard wall is also infinitely high!
"What a tribute to the holy word!" Bei Yihuang had seen this kind of holy word before.
This sentence refers to an allusion.
In the state of Lu, a man named uncle sun Wushu stirred up discord and said that Zigong was more virtuous than Confucius.
When Zigong heard about it, he said: "Take the wall of the house as an analogy. My wall is only shoulder high, so outsiders can see how good my home is as long as they pass by. But my teacher Confucius' wall is several feet high, and others don't know how to enter it. Naturally, they can't see how magnificent it is like a ancestral temple, or how many houses there are. Those who can really enter the gate of Confucius can really understand Confucius There are very few people. So it's natural and normal for people like Uncle Sun Wu to say those words. "
This poem means that some of Fang Yun's poems are very strange, which can be called the most strange in the world, and many people follow suit. However, it is difficult for future generations to surpass it, but they have to imitate it, which leads to the spread of this unhealthy trend of seeking wonders, just like the sea inundating the land. Who caused this bad impact?
Qingguo people immediately took some strange poems before Fang Yun as examples, such as cross palindromes, four seasons palindromes and so on.
Ji Anchang is so quick in thinking that scholars in Jingguo have a sense of crisis. Many people are secretly writing poems to fight Ji Anchang, but they find that they can't fight Ji Anchang on their own.
Many Jingguo people sighed softly. If they had been prepared, they would not have lost to Ji Anchang with the strength of everyone, but now suddenly Wenbi is out of control.
At this moment, scholars in Jingguo Miss Fang Yun very much.
When the people of Jingguo were at a loss, Jiang Hechuan, who had white hair and beard, got up and said with a smile, "I wanted to watch, but I can't see anyone confuse the public and the black and white. So I wrote a poem to clear the source."
With that, Jiang Hechuan pondered a little and recited: "don't doubt that it's not time for Fang Yun. Tell the ancestors who came first. It's your teacher to judge the pseudo body, be friendly and elegant, and benefit more teachers."
After reciting the poem, Jiang Hechuan smiled and said, "the purpose of this poem is not to defend Fang Yun, but to tell the truth. Please don't fall into an unjust situation for the sake of the dispute of spirit and spirit."
Jingguo people looked pleased, but they didn't praise loudly and showed a modest attitude. Qingguo people didn't refute, and some people were even ashamed.
This poem has explained the truth Jiang Hechuan wants to say. There is no doubt that those who indiscriminately attack Fang Yun are not as good as Fang Yun. They learn from each other and inherit the sages regardless of who comes first. The real way to learn is to screen out those poems with bad form and content, get close to the poems in the style of the book of songs, and learn from more people as much as possible.
Jiang Hechuan didn't speak clearly, but everyone knew that Jiang Hechuan was actually saying that those who attacked Fang Yun had deviated from the holy way and violated the original intention of writing poetry.
Many Qingguo people secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Jiang Hechuan is a famous gentleman of integrity. If he is as direct as Zhang poyue or Li Wenying, I'm afraid this poem will bring some reading humanities to dust.
There will be a brief silence in the article, but then some unconvinced people begin to clamor. Those poems praising Fang Yun and belittling Fang Yun appear alternately, especially on the list, which has become a tragic battlefield.
Over the Academy of Arts, the talent like the scorching sun is expanding, because no matter praising Fang Yun or belittling Fang Yun's poems, as long as they form talent, they will fly inside and make it grow.
A few Qingguo people realized that continuing might help Fang Yun, but both the cultural conference site and the discussion list have been out of control. Neither the king of Qingguo nor the great Confucianism can stop the development of the situation.
At the time of the unprecedented enthusiasm of the holy apricot culture meeting, the battle between Fang Yun and Bei Yihuang seems to be coming to an end in the holy Valley, the ancient god tower and the mysterious medicine garden.
The eight Beiyi sabres of Beiyi emperor are extremely powerful. Each Beiyi Sabre is close to the words of a literary giant. Let alone Fang Yun's inability to use his talent, even if he can use them, he may not be able to take them all.
Fang Yun secretly tried his treasures and found that almost everything that can be used is lack of power due to the lack of vitality of heaven and earth. If you really want to use it, it is almost a waste of power, because it takes a lot of holy Qi and decaying power to urge those treasures.
Fang Yun took a deep breath and decided to use the holy word.
Fang Yun looked solemn and solemn, holding his new notes to the Analects of Confucius in both hands, gently turned the pages, but in a moment, the pages turned to Chapter 19 of the Analects of Confucius.
Bei Yihuang found that Fang Yun looked different and was vigilant. At the same time, he looked at the book in Fang Yun's hand and found that the book did not emit any power. It was not a holy book, so he smiled. As long as it was not a holy book, even the famous great Confucian true text could not threaten himself. After all, the great Confucian true text needs to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth to be inspired.
In the smiling gaze of the Beiyi emperor, Fang Yun said slowly, "the saints are in the column. At last, learn to be grateful, and ask the saints with words. They resonate with each other!"
Just 16 words, in Fang Yun's words, are like ordinary voices. No one has a special feeling when hearing them. However, after Fang Yun has finished, these 16 words are like thunder and explode in the listener's mind again.
Beiyi emperor only felt the roar of his mind, and his ears were full of sonorous voices.
"How dare you use the holy word?" Bei Yihuang's face changed dramatically, but then he showed a sneer.
Holy word is not a real killing force. Unlike war poetry, it is more like a force that indirectly affects people.
"You can use it. I'm waiting for you to use it. It's just a great scholar in all corners who dares to use holy words and great skills indiscriminately. I don't know how to die. Use it. It just saves me some effort. After all, if I really want to kill you, I have to take some risks and use my reluctant baby." Bei Yihuang was so busy that he looked at Fang Yun like watching a play.
After Fang Yun finished, a jade bottle appeared in his hand. A drop of blood flew out of the jade bottle and fell on the holy soul platform.
The holy blood turned into a portrait.
"Half Saint Zi Gong..." Bei Yihuang recognized the identity of the half Saint statue at a glance.
Fang Yun stood straight, but did not see Bei Yihuang. Instead, he looked at his new notes to the Analects of Confucius and began to read it like an honest student.
"Zigong said, 'the teacher's wall is several Ren, and you can't enter through its door.'"
Fang Yun's voice was like morning bell and evening drum, which spread all over baicoffin island in an instant, and it was like rolling thunder and never stopped.
A courtyard appeared out of thin air, and Fang Yun stood on the open space in the courtyard wall.
The yard is not big, just four or five feet around. But strangely, if you look carefully, you will find that there are countless buildings and houses inside. Each house is magnificent, just like the Dragon Palace and the whole city of Kong City.
There is a mystery in the plain.
Everything didn't seem to have changed much, but the eight Beiyi knives of Beiyi emperor flew around the yard like ants on a hot pot. They can fly over the courtyard wall and attack from mid air, but they are like fools. They don't know it at all.
Beiyi emperor hurriedly controlled the eight Beiyi knives, but no matter what means he used, the eight Beiyi knives could not cross the courtyard wall.
Because, compared with the eight shell wing knives, the courtyard wall is infinitely high.
For Bei Yihuang, the courtyard wall is also infinitely high!
"What a tribute to the holy word!" Bei Yihuang had seen this kind of holy word before.
This sentence refers to an allusion.
In the state of Lu, a man named uncle sun Wushu stirred up discord and said that Zigong was more virtuous than Confucius.
When Zigong heard about it, he said: "Take the wall of the house as an analogy. My wall is only shoulder high, so outsiders can see how good my home is as long as they pass by. But my teacher Confucius' wall is several feet high, and others don't know how to enter it. Naturally, they can't see how magnificent it is like a ancestral temple, or how many houses there are. Those who can really enter the gate of Confucius can really understand Confucius There are very few people. So it's natural and normal for people like Uncle Sun Wu to say those words. "
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