Saint of the Confucian way

His voice was not loud, but the power of the great Confucian made his voice spread for miles, and the people in the boat could hear it.

The piano stopped.

Between the two ships, there was only the sound of water.

Then a clear and melodious voice sounded.

"It's too quiet at night to write a quatrain. I'm afraid the stars will fall into the water and be cold!"

Ji Anchang was suddenly stunned, and a panic color that was difficult to hide flashed in his eyes.

Who is called the sage of poetry on the river? Let's take a look at the splendid article.

The night is quiet and can't bear the quatrains. I'm afraid the stars will fall into the water!

Ji Anchang is saying that anyone who dares to call the name of poetry saint on the river has the ability to take out really good poetry articles for people to see.

The first sentence of the responder seems very modest, saying that the night is too quiet and doesn't want to write poetry, but the latter sentence is straight up. It's not afraid of Ji Anchang, but afraid that the poetry is too good and will disturb the stars in the sky. If the stars fall into the water, it will break the peace at the moment.

Ji Anchang felt that he was bumping into a mountain. He had the illusion that he had been bullied.

Ji Anchang was speechless. He was just a vent of anger and provocation. He said it casually. He didn't expect the other party to respond immediately, and his mouth was a powerful poem. This is definitely not what ordinary people can do. Don't say yourself. Even Li Wenying and even the famous poems in history may not be able to respond in such a short time and blurt out such magnificent poems.

Ji Anchang's eyes twinkled. If someone made such a poem at the cultural conference, he could accept it. After all, it would be brewing and even miss the topic, but he took the initiative to provoke it. The other party didn't have any time to prepare. Who is this?

"Is this momentum semi holy?" Ji Anchang's right hand trembled slightly, and the harm of drinking for many days was finally reflected in his body.

Ji Anchang is constantly thinking in his heart, trying to resolve the dilemma at the moment.

However, Ji Anchang tried his best and didn't know how to deal with it. The other party's poems were so good that he completely sealed his mouth. No matter what he said, he couldn't get around.

After silence, Ji Anchang suddenly realized that he was a great scholar. Even if he met his opponent, he would not be like this. The reason for this is that he was pressed by the other party's text and his mind was in disorder.

Ji Anchang felt sad from his heart and thought that the land boundary of Jingguo was his own literary name tomb. He was scared to pee his pants. A few days ago, he was beaten by Li Wenying at the shengxingwen meeting, making a fool of himself. Now he is even more miserable. After sleeping, he casually provoked on the river, kicked the iron plate, and was inadvertently crushed by the humanities.

Who will be able to suppress Confucianism?

Ji Anchang didn't have to think about it, nor did he foolishly show his noble status as a great Confucian, because he knew that the other party was at least a great Confucian, and it might be a great Confucian whose status and reputation exceeded his own.

Ji An Chang thought of the great scholars and scholars he knew in those years, but he found that he had never heard that voice.

Later, Ji Anchang tried his best to recall the voices in the boat. Before, he was not fully awake, nor did he pay special attention to those voices, and did not think about the verification. But now he carefully verified the voices in his memory. Suddenly, his face changed greatly, his body was stiff, and his eyes stared at the seemingly ordinary boat.

The voice of the person who praised "famous all over the world" was very much like Li Wenying.

As for the one who called Fang Yun the "saint of poetry", it was no one else, but a generation of literary giants who knew the world in clothes.

Ji Anchang felt that his mind was not enough. He couldn't understand why these people appeared on this ordinary boat.

"Is it true that there are half saints here?"

Ji An Chang was in a cold sweat behind his back and dared not move for fear of offending the possible semi saint.

At this time, the voice in response to the poem sounded again: "it's Mr. an Chang. Fang is resting. It's inconvenient to go out. It's far from welcome. Please forgive me."

Hearing the word "Fang Mou", Ji Anchang was stunned at first, and his regret increased.

When he first returned to Shengyuan, he didn't care about Fang Yun. He just thought he was a particularly talented genius and wanted to surpass Li Wenying. However, as he gradually learned about Fang Yun, he found that the gap between himself and Fang Yun was like a river of stars.

For Li Wenying, he is only a literary war. However, he has confidence in other aspects. Moreover, Li Wenying acts with a word of "courage". In case of anything, he is decisive but too direct. It is easy to be guessed by people about his words and deeds, so as to avoid in advance. It took Li Wenying more than 30 years to gain a firm foothold in Jingguo step by step and have his own power.

Ji Anchang once looked closely at Fang Yun's experience and found that Fang Yun was completely different from Li Wenying. When he was brave, he was brave, killed the Dragon King, occupied jiaosheng palace, and his actions in Ning'an city were even more radical than Li Wenying.

But on the other hand, Fang Yun's strategy is to plan. Almost by himself, he has built an iron bucket like Fang party in Jingguo in just a few years, so that now other faction officials are secretly vigilant.

Ji Anchang suddenly found that he felt right before. Even Li Wenying could press himself with words and almost drove himself crazy. If Fang Yun did it, he really meant to bully himself.

But what now?

Ji Anchang has been completely humiliated. Isn't it enough to be humiliated in the holy apricot Wen club, but also to be humiliated again in front of Fang Yun?

The two sides were silent for a long time, and Fang Yun's voice came out again.

"Since Mr. an Chang has something to do and it's inconvenient to board the ship, we'll talk about it another day. I think Mr. an Chang's mind and body are seriously damaged. If he continues, he's afraid to hurt the root. I hope to cherish his body. The body is the foundation of the holy way."

Ji Anchang immediately understood that Fang Yun was stepping down his steps and admonishing himself. He suddenly blushed and scolded himself for living a lot of years. It was better for a Fang Yun to have bearing and means. He immediately said in embarrassment: "if there is an opportunity in the future, he will visit the door and ask for poetry."

Finally, Ji Anchang also took soft clothes.

So, on the boat, everyone saw a funny scene.

The dignified scholar rolled up his sleeves, held the oars in both hands and rowed away quickly.

Yi Zhishi was stunned for a while before he said, "I met this man in those years, but I don't know that this man likes to dress up as a man of the market to practice in the world."

On the other side, Ji Anchang on the boat rowed for a long time. He was suddenly stunned and said to himself, "I'm a great Confucian. I can take a ride and leave. Why can I only row after hearing Fang Yun's words?"

Seeing that it was not far from the shore and afraid of being seen through by others, Ji Anchang bit his teeth and continued to row.

Seeing nothing but the sound, Ji Anchang fled like a frightened bird.

On the painted boat, two ordinary Qin girls continue to play the piano outside, while in the inner room, Fang Yun sits on the recliner, half lying on it, covered with thick white bear skin.

At the moment, Fang Yun, except that his face is slightly white and his breathing is slightly weaker, is not much different from that before.

Below him, Yi Zhishi sat opposite Li Wenying. A little farther away, Zhou mu, Dong Wencong and others accompanied him.

Li Wenying said with a smile, "it's a good means. I've racked my brains, tried my best, and spent my whole life learning to write a poem to press him once. It's good for you to say two words in the air, which scared him into a panic and ran away."

Fang Yun said, "it's a trivial matter. The reason why I use an ordinary boat to visit the river to receive Mr. Zhuji is to be quiet. Who knows, I still can't be quiet. Don't flatter me in the future."