Saint of the Confucian way

After Fang Yun wrote the last word, the official seal moved gently to communicate with the holy temple of Dayuan mansion.

The holy temple in Dayuan Fucheng erupted invisible and colorless talent, connecting the vitality of heaven and earth, scholars and Fang Yun's articles within hundreds of miles.

Every scholar feels a power over himself.

In Fang's courtyard, Cai he first said, "I'm willing to write with Fang!"

A light white brush flew out of CAI Hewen's palace and disappeared into Fang Yun's article.

"I'm willing to write with Fang!" Li Fanming, Yan Yukong and all the scholars spoke together.

After everyone finished, Wengong would produce a white brush and fly into Shang Zhongyong.

Within the jurisdiction of Dayuan Prefecture, no matter in the lively teahouse or in the quiet alley, in the dignified and orderly government or in the vibrant academy, one after another shouted the same words.

"I'm willing to write with you!"

"I'm willing to write with you!"

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Tens of thousands of pale white light pens rose from all over Dayuan mansion, then flew over Fang's house at a very fast speed and fell into the paper in front of Fang Yun.

Whenever a light pen enters, the light on the surface of Shang Zhongyong must become brighter. At the end, this page is like the sun and the moon.

After the last white brush entered, the paper shook and cracked into black words.

The black words hovered in the air and danced around Fang Yun. Each word seemed to be a living creature, which was very popular.

"Words dance!"

At the same time, every word radiated a strange sound and spread in all directions. This time, not only scholars can hear it, but everyone within a thousand miles can hear it.

All people, regardless of their literary status, rich or poor, men, women, old or young, who hear this voice, seem to learn the knowledge in the text, just like a university scholar who speaks the word of heaven and teaches it himself.

"It spreads sound for thousands of miles and educates all the people. With the words dancing, it is a triple vision. I really envy Fang Yun's talent." Yan Yukong couldn't help sighing.

"Why don't people give him the nickname Fang Zhenguo? There's only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname. Now I hope he makes a big noise in the Jinshi test. Hey, let's have the Jinshi test together in December this year, and we'll know at that time."

"Other visions are nothing. There are poems and words, but the vision of educating the people is equal to local and slight literary and musical stars. The people of Jiangzhou and Jingguo are really lucky. People within a thousand miles have to be educated. It may not have much effect on those people in their 70s and 80s, but it is enough to calm children down to learn, make young people no longer confused, and make middle-aged people wake up. This is genius As long as an article Zhenguo, it is enough to change millions of people! "

"The key is that the truth is really thought-provoking and penetrating. If I read this article when I was young, I'm afraid my achievements today will increase by 10%. Because I was far ahead of my classmates in poetry and articles. My teachers praised me for my intelligence, my classmates praised me for my talent, and my neighbors said I was smart. Until today, I believed it. But now I understand that it's useless to praise me for being smart, because That's the talent I already have. Someone should recognize my efforts. Making me work harder is the real way of enlightenment, "Jia Jing'an said.

"It's not easy to write about the country. The story of this article seems to be simple, but it is actually divided into three parts. First, it points out the importance of the day after tomorrow's efforts based on Fang Zhongyong's deeds. Second, as Jing'an said, teaching people to understand the difference between intelligence and effort echoes Fang Yun's saying that" there is a way to the mountain of books, diligence is the way, learning is boundless, and hard work is the boat ". Third, it is an enlightening sound Whether to choose loyalty or filial piety? I'm afraid this article will cause controversy again. "

Fang Yun couldn't help shaking his head. Even if the original text of Shang Zhongyong didn't contain the last two principles, it was enough to Zhenguo. After all, it was Wang Anshi's masterpiece.

Wang Anshi is a genius in full bloom. Even if the Song Dynasty produced a monster like CI Saint Su Dongpo, Wang Anshi is still juxtaposed with Su Dongpo, one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and he still has a history in classics, righteousness and strategy theory. Moreover, Wang Anshi once ranked first among all officials and presided over the reform.

Now Fang Yun has added the knowledge of later generations and the most sensitive holy way in Shengyuan continent. This article will definitely provoke a debate among the literati of the ten countries, and the scale will definitely be above good or evil nature.

However, Fang Yun doesn't want to participate in this debate. If he is not careful, he will attract the hatred of a certain school. It's better to watch the play.

Fang Yun stretched out his hand and pointed to Fang Li. The words in Shang Zhongyong were like sharks smelling blood, and frantically rushed at Fang Li.

The black words flowed on Fang Li's body surface, which scared Fang Li to jump and jump, tear his clothes and roll, but he couldn't let those black words leave. Soon, those black words entered from his eyes, nostrils, ears, mouth and so on, and finally turned into invisible power and integrated into his body.

"You..."

Fang Li lowered his head, touched and patted his body. He found that his body was nothing different. However, he also heard the name of pen criticism. When the saints resisted the demon barbarians invading Liangjie mountain, they launched hundreds of millions of pen criticism. Although Fang Yun's pen criticism and the pen criticism of the saints are not at the same level, it is well-known to use pen criticism against evil.

"What have you done to me!" Fang Li became more and more angry. As soon as this article was published, the more widely it spread, the more his reputation smelled,

Fangyun tunnel: "It's nothing. Gather the strength of all the scholars in Dayuan mansion and cooperate with the talent of the holy temple to criticize your evil deeds. Since then, anything you do that endangers Fang Zhongyong will be stopped by the power of the pen. Zhong Yong, you will stay in the county school in the future, and you can go home every ten day holiday. If you don't become a scholar, the power of the pen attack on your father won't disappear. If you If you really have filial piety, then study hard and wait for Cheng Jinshi to save him. "

"Zhong Yong will never forget his great kindness and kindness." Fang Zhongyong gave Fang a big gift again.

"Little beast, you..." Fang Li was about to continue to scold Fang Zhongyong, but found that his mouth was sealed by invisible power and couldn't say a word.

Fang Li was furious and hit Fang Zhongyong on the nose. He wanted to kill his son.

However, when his fist was still two feet away from Fang Zhongyong, his body was fixed by invisible force. He couldn't move, even blink, but could only turn his eyes.

The anger in Fang Li's eyes can burn down the whole Dayuan mansion.

Fang Zhongyong hurriedly said, "uncle, my father has been like this. Will he hurt him?"

"No, it will be relieved in a while. You follow county magistrate CAI and go back to Jixian immediately. County magistrate Cai will arrange everything for you." Fang Yun said.

Cai he asked in surprise, "I have to participate in your celebration banquet today to wash away my stigma. How can you let me go back to Jixian immediately?"

Fang Yun said with a smile, "when I said you would help me, I said that Cai he carried a 500 kg demon world wooden table on his shoulder with lightning speed. He was carrying a poem and ran away.

Cai he shouted as he ran: "my mentor came to Jixian County. I have nothing to give. I'll lend flowers to Buddha. My mentor will like it when he sees it! Don't worry, I Cai he won't treat my people badly. I'll ask for some good things from my mentor!"

Fang Yun immediately put his hand on his forehead and said to Wen Xiang that you are a noble scholar. With the achievements of Wudaohe, you will soon become a magistrate. You run around the street wearing white robes and sword clothes and carrying a table. Is this what people do?

Li Fanming patted his thigh and said, "a notch on the table is useless for the other party's transportation. It's a baby for us! No wonder they are Jinshi. Why didn't I expect to take the table into hanhubei first! He's just an ordinary Jinshi. There can't be hanhubei, but we who have hanhubei lost to him! Blunder! Blunder!"

"Learn a move today." Yan Yukong said.

"Fang Yun looks at people very accurately. He is just Cai Fahai in the legend of the white snake." Zong Wude said.

Then, a dozen people began to look around to see if Fang Yun's calligraphy could go smoothly.

Fang Yun cried and said, "what are you looking at? We'll have lunch right away. Let's go back to the house and sit down!"

Li Fanming said, "teacher, although that table is far inferior to the poetry of the town, it has your strength and penetration, but it's a rare good thing. When you become a semi saint, it's a family heirloom!"

"Yes, teacher, please write to us in the future. It's a waste of money to use missionaries!" Shi Tang said.

"My teacher, I wrote a poem called blank yesterday. Please help fill in the content of the poem." Jia Jing'an smiled.

"One by one, I'm not serious. At this time, I think I'm a mentor? Stop talking nonsense and go back to the house and sit down."