Saint of the Confucian way

The whole audience stood up to welcome the two great scholars.

The white clouds quickly approached Yushan and then landed slowly.

Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan still has white hair scattered behind him, white eyebrows are still so eye-catching, and his eyes are full of kindness.

On the contrary, the great Confucian beside him has dark hair and less wrinkles than Jiang Hechuan, but if you look at his eyes, you will feel that he is at least ten years older than Jiang Hechuan.

His eyes seemed to have war flags hunting, war drums roaring, and a war was going on all the time.

His eyes were so cold that he had no emotion at all. In his eyes, tens of thousands of people were no different from rocks.

"Good autumn, everyone!" Jiang Hechuan smiled and arched his hands at everyone.

"Wen Xiang Qiu an!" everyone quickly saluted back.

The moment Fang Yun lowered his head, he suddenly felt that time seemed to go back. He saw that all the chrysanthemum petals or dogwood leaves scattered on the ground flew backwards according to the original track, and finally all fell back to the original branches or calyx.

The double ninth festival flowers fall and bloom again. A word of autumn safety sends spring.

The people looked up at Jiang Hechuan with envy or admiration, and were shocked by the power of the great Confucian.

General Zhou Junhu, who swept off the petals with killing intention, was more convinced.

Jiang Hechuan stretched out his left hand with wide sleeves and said, "this is Nangong Leng, a great Confucian in the state of Wu. He came to have fun with us because he passed the capital. Brother Nangong's poetry is the first among the great Confucian. Today's Chongyang cultural meeting is a great event in our country."

The crowd bowed neatly again.

"I've seen Nangong Daru."

Nangong nodded coldly and said nothing. He glanced at tens of thousands of people present. His eyes stayed for a moment on the limited faces of the black gauze woman, Fang Yun and nu Nu, and soon recovered his previous look.

The two great Confucians fell under the Wentai and disappeared step by step.

Lei Yuanting hurriedly said, "Nangong Daru, you always sit here." then he made a please gesture and pointed to the first table on the left.

Jiang Hechuan smiled and said, "brother Nangong, please."

Nangong nodded coldly and sat down at the first table on the left. Then Jiang Hechuan went to the first table on the right and sat down.

The crowd took their seats.

When they were seated, Jiang Hechuan immediately turned to Fang Yun and said, "why doesn't Fang Zhenguo come to this table?"

Cao De'an said with a smile, "after you sit down, there is only one seat left at the first table. Like flowers and beautiful families, Fang Yun doesn't like to sit with us old men."

"Yes," Jiang Hechuan said with a smile.

Fang Yun stood up, walked over and whispered a few words with Jiang Hechuan, and then walked up to the stage to preside over the grand Chongyang cultural conference.

After making some opening remarks, Lord Wei raised the amber Cornus wine and said, "the rise of the human race began with King Wen of Zhou and flourished in Confucius. Without Confucius, there is no prosperity of the human race today. On this Double Ninth Festival, raise a glass to Kong Sheng."

"To Kong Sheng!" they said respectfully. Even those children who didn't drink held small cups of water and drank it like adults.

"Two to the saints!"

"Three respects to Jingguo!"

"Four respects to the old people!"

Finally, Lord Wei put down his glass and began to say some polite words about the Chongyang cultural meeting. Then he let everyone eat and drink first and began to arrange for literati who wanted to write poems at the cultural meeting.

The little fox sat on Fang Yun's lap and drank four small glasses of dogwood wine with a cup. After putting the cup on the table, she looked at Fang Yun with hazy and charming eyes, and then gave a soft cry, holding Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled and touched his head, but he suddenly gently sniffed, turned his eyes, jumped off Fang Yun's legs and walked to Wen Xiang's feet like stepping on cotton.

Jiang Hechuan smiled, lowered his head and said, "isn't this a slave?"

The little fox smiled and nodded, then stood up and bowed to Jiang Hechuan.

As a great Confucian, Jiang Hechuan immediately bowed back and said with a smile, "I also say hello to the little slave."

The little fox was so happy that she stood up and hugged Jiang Hechuan's leg, then stretched out her little claw and pointed to his waist.

The crowd looked at the past curiously. There was nothing there, but Wenxiang smiled and said, "well, you little fox, do you like my things containing huberry?"

Nu Nu covered her face with another small claw and was embarrassed to smile.

Jiang Hechuan stretched out his hand to wipe the seashells, took out some melons and fruits he liked to eat, and asked, "are these?"

The little fox shook his head.

Jiang Hechuan suddenly realized and said, "I know what you want. You little thing really hold it in your mouth!"

"Whining..." Nu still looked at Jiang Hechuan with a smile.

"It's just something for brewing. It's nothing. I'll let you taste it." Jiang Hechuan said and took out a small green fruit, only as big as the fingernail, which looks like a monkey head, emitting a faint light and a strange fragrance at the same time.

Fang Yun looked at it and hurriedly said, "when the slave comes back, it's the 'monkey head divine fruit' loved by the monkey demon in the demon world. It's the top raw material of monkey divine wine and a thousand gold. If you give it to the semi holy family of the farmer, a monkey head divine fruit can brew a bottle of Huimeng wine second only to monkey divine wine."

Nu Nu was slightly drunk, turned his head and made a face at Fang Yun, then hugged Jiang Hechuan, jumped gently, bit the monkey head fruit and fell to the ground.

Nu Nu bit it off, then his body trembled with acid, his small face squeezed into a ball, his body leaned back involuntarily, and finally fell to the ground on all fours.

"Hahaha..."

The people around laughed loudly, and Fang Yun laughed the loudest.

The monkey head fruit was very sour, but the slave was not willing to spit it out. As he walked back, he chewed with a bitter face. His little face wrinkled one step, making Yang Yuhuan laugh with his stomach covered.

Jiang Hechuan laughed and said, "the immature monkey fruit is suitable for wine making because of acid, and the mature monkey fruit is only suitable for making fun drinks."

However, nu Nu seemed to like the monkey head fruit very much. She endured the acid and chewed it continuously. Finally, she jumped back to Fang Yun's leg and lay down comfortably. Then she burped, smiled with satisfaction and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

Fang Yun scratched Nu's small chin. It chirped a few times, and then continued to sleep.

Jiang Hechuan said, "it's intoxicating and harmless."

Fang Yun said, "thank you, sir Wenxiang. The slave is too willful."

Jiang Hechuan said with a smile, "this is a gift from an old friend. Since it can smell, it is also a fate. It's just a fruit. My Terran can't brew monkey wine. It doesn't matter if one is more or less. However, I really hope to get a cup of monkey wine... No, one bite is enough!"

Fang Yun nodded and said, "even the dream wine is very precious, not to mention the monkey wine. If you get a pot of monkey wine, you can really pillow the dream sorghum. It is a rare treasure in the demon world, which is more precious than the longevity fruit."

"It is said that Ji Kang, a great scholar who was addicted to alcohol in those days, only got half a pot after lurking in the demon world for five years. Then the Seven Sages in the bamboo forest divided half a pot and shouted that there would be no regrets in this life. If he didn't drink this wine, he would regret all his life." Jiang Hechuan was very sorry.

"There are also rumors that Tao Yuanming and Tao Sheng's holy way and cultural treasure 'paradise' is actually to brew good wine. After all, Tao Sheng's alcoholism is well known."

Everyone laughed together.

Everyone ate, drank and chatted, and the atmosphere of the party gradually became active.

Not long after, Wei Yuhuang came over and handed Fang Yun a piece of red hard paper with a black word "Wen" written on the front and a number behind it, No. 75.

Wei Yuhuang whispered: "The Chongyang cultural society is no better than other cultural societies. The elite of the capital are gathered here. Not everyone is qualified to participate in the cultural society. The Wei family has selected 74 people, most of whom have certain literary names in poetry and prose. If someone forces them to come, we will ask them to hand in their previous poems. There are 12 such people. You are the 75th in the finale. Of course, you can also choose First appearance. "

"I'm not the last one, am I?" Fang Yun said.

"There is no serial number behind the cultural meeting card we gave Nangong Daru."

"He can choose when to participate in the cultural conference at any time?"

"Yes. After all, the other party is a great Confucian. No matter how it is assigned, there are people gossiping, so it's up to him to decide. You seem unhappy?" Wei Yuhuang is a little nervous. He's afraid to annoy Fang Yun at this time. If the Chongyang cultural fair fails, the reputation of the Wei family will face a big blow.

Fang Yun said with a smile, "I admire the military skills of Nangong great Confucian. As a pillar of the human race and a high position, you must be given preferential treatment! Those who can do more work should have more! Don't worry, I won't have an opinion."

"Thank you, Wenhou. We'll start the cultural conference right away."

Two quarters of an hour later, the big day was in the air, and everyone was full of wine and food. Lord wei walked up the stage again.

The autumn wind comes slowly, blowing away the heat of noon.

On the red carpet stage, the master of the Wei family announced the specific rules of the cultural meeting with his tongue full of spring thunder, and then invited the top five scholars to write poems,

Fang Yun listened carefully. It turned out that the poems of the Chongyang Literary Association were written by five people on stage. The person with the worst poetry in each group left directly, and the works of the other four people could be recited by master Wei.

After Lord Wei recites, the second to fourth people will leave, and then Lord Wei will invite a scholar from the Imperial Academy or university to appreciate the poems of the first person and indirectly help him become famous.

Only the top three places are given the prize money, but 15 of the 75 people can get comments and appreciation from famous experts. In the eyes of many people, these 15 seats are more important.

For the vast majority of literati, this is probably the best chance to become famous in their life.

The remaining 74 people have been arranged on the side of the Wentai. Fang Yun looked there. He thought they would wait quietly. Unexpectedly, four people were full of grief, some humble and even flattering, begging others.

Fang Yun is not far from there. He feels strange and listens carefully.

"Brothers, if you help me this big favor today, you will repay me in the future!"

"Five thousand Liang! No more. My family is not a famous family. If I ask my grandmother, I can only take out so much. No more!"

"Don't listen to them. My father is a civil servant of the eighth grade in the magistrate's Yamen in the capital. If you help me this time, I owe you a favor! I swear by my courage!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I was the fifth in the conference examination two years ago! Can you bear to see that I didn't receive any particles in this conference? I'm enough to be the governor of either party in 20 years! Helping me today is equivalent to helping yourself! Please! If I'm in the same group with Fang Yun, I can't have the opportunity to get comments and appreciation from famous experts!"

Only then did Fang Yun understand why the four people were crying and laughing.