Saint of the Confucian way

Drugs are nothing at all, because the concept of drugs is too broad. Many plants are drugs, but such articles will be exclusive. Since there are "trees" and "flowers" in front, there can be no poetry of trees and flowers behind.

For example, Manjianghong is a red duckweed, which is regarded as a flower in many poems. Even Manjianghong belongs to medicine, because the topic of "flower" comes first, and scholars from Jingguo such as Fang Yun can't use it.

There are many similar ones. Chrysanthemum, plum blossom and clove are flowers and drugs, so Jingguo Jinshi can't use words and brand names such as chrysanthemum day, pruning plum or clove knot.

Apart from doctors or scholars who minor in medical ethics, Fang Yun doesn't know much about drugs, but he reads and recites a large number of doctors' classics. After a little thinking, he has an eyebrow.

Other Jingguo Jinshi don't look good, because too many drugs involve trees and flowers, and time is limited. If you spend too much time thinking about drug names, the time to conceive poems will be reduced, and the level will inevitably decline. This is quite fatal.

Qiao juze looked at Fang Yun and said with a smile: "There are too many Terran medicines. Apart from the title of the poem, there are only a lot of word cards with fixed names. The word card 'twelve red' has the same name as a kind of medicinal wine, which can be used naturally. There is also the word card 'Wang Jiangnan', which is also a kind of medicine, and the seeds, roots and leaves can be used as medicine. Another example is that the word card 'red lady' is also the name of an insect, which can be used as medicine Use it as medicine. "

All the Jinshi nearby looked at Fang Yun in surprise. They all knew these words and cards, but never knew that they had something to do with medicine, wine and drugs. No one could remember these things except doctors.

"Fang Yun, look what medicine is not among the trees, flowers and birds. Write it together. We Jingguo Jinshi simply write words. As long as the name of the word card carries medicine, the content is right, which is more convenient than writing poetry."

Fang Yun said, "well, let me talk about the words and cards containing drugs. Listen. Twelve red, hope Jiangnan, red lady, Saint worry free, bean leaf yellow..."

Fang Yun said a large list of names at one breath. Jinshi can never forget them and write them down.

Only half of the time, Jingguo Jinshi were relieved. There were too many more than a dozen words and cards. Writing one at random would not make a fool of themselves.

A few people wanted to see Jingguo people's jokes, but when Fang Yun opened his mouth, they were helpless.

"Fang Zhenguo, Fang Zhenguo, not only poetry, but also one's own power!"

"Yes, the time is limited. If there is no square luck, these Jingguo Jinshi will waste at least half an hour when they think of these word names. Now, we have no advantage."

"Everyone has a quarter of an hour. Without Fang Yun, Jingguo Jinshi really don't know what will happen."

Fang Yun solved the problem of Jinshi in Jingguo, and all Jinshi quickly selected word cards to fill in words.

Fang Yun thought about it and chose the name of "looking south of the Yangtze River". This word is very common and relatively simple. In addition, Fang Yun decided to write it himself.

Fang Yun has read almost all the famous poems and articles read by scholars in Shengyuan mainland, but many people have never read them at all. The huge amount of reading and mastering too many relevant theories of later generations are Fang Yun's great advantages.

Before long, Fang Yun made a song "looking south of the Yangtze River" and folded it, put it into the red paper bag with the word "Jing", write the word "Fang Yun" under the word "Jing" in the red paper bag, and then handed it to the waiter in the restaurant.

The waiter of the restaurant turns and goes downstairs. He will deliver the red envelope to the desk on the first floor. At that time, it will be read out by the host and finally rated by the scholars.

Fang Yun stood on the third floor and looked down with a smile. The higher the level of literature meeting, the different the way of rating, which is very interesting.

There are more than a thousand participants in the Ten Kingdoms culture society. Everyone is a Jinshi. No matter who evaluates, it will cause dissatisfaction. Therefore, there is only one way to evaluate this culture society, that is, sword sound evaluation. After reading a poem, if the Jinshi present feel good, they can send out talented sword sounds. The more sword sounds they respond to, the better the poetry.

The new Jinshi without words and tongues are not qualified for rating, and Fang Yun and Yan Yukong are not qualified for rating, even if they are the talents of heaven.

A quarter of an hour later, the bell rang, and many people had to write in a hurry and put it in their own country's red paper bag.

This place is not in the school palace and cannot show talent. Therefore, unless there is a dispute over the evaluation of poetry, it will not be distinguished by talent.

Not long ago, more than 200 red paper bags appeared on the stage.

Although there are more than a thousand people in the Wen Hui, there are not many people who really have the strength to compete for the top prize. Most Jinshi have self-knowledge.

"The old rule is to read according to the order of the ten country towers. I'll read the masterpiece of Qi country first." the man opened the red paper bag with the word "Qi" as he said, "the first is the poem Autumn Thoughts by Yang Tang, a Jinshi of Qi country."

"Qi tree west wind pillow mat autumn, Lu yunkong water memories travel together. Sing a song to cover the mirror, yesterday's youth is white today!"

After reading this poem, there were sighs everywhere, and many people looked at Fang Yun holding the railing on the third floor.

Joe juze whispered: "He is worthy of being a scholar of the enlightenment. Yang Tang participated in the ten countries' competition last year. At the turn of autumn and winter, he revisited his hometown today. It is picturesque and wonderful. What's more, the saying 'yesterday's youth is white headed today' is to admit that he is old, and the new generation such as Fang Yun and Yan Yukong are better than the old people. This situation is rare and amazing. I'm afraid he can be ranked in the top three."

"Sword sound," said the host.

Then there was a sword sound, and finally a full 1426. There were only 1800 people in the audience.

"Congratulations, brother Yang!" many people congratulated Yang Tang.

"If this poem had been put a few years ago, I'm afraid it would have won the title of the literary society!"

Yang Tang smiled and was not proud. As a scholar of Shangshe in a big country, he had received too many honors.

The host gave a little praise and opened the second red paper bag to enlighten the country. The second man wrote a word for the name of the word card with Wannian spring, which won more than 900 talented sword sounds. Although it is not comparable with Yang Tang, it is already a good work.

The host recited one by one, and soon finished reading the reference poems of Qi State, began to recite the poems of Shu state, and recited them all the way.

There is a great difference in the number of sword sounds in these poems. Yang Tang's song is the highest, while the worst sword sound is only 400. The poet is not Shangshe Jinshi, but an ordinary Jinshi on the first floor. When he hears the sword sound, he flicks away.

Not long after, the host finished reciting the poems of the Jinshi of Yueguo, put his hand on the top of the stack of red paper bags in Jingguo, and said with a smile, "this stack is the poems of Jingguo. I think everyone, like me, is looking forward to what someone in Jingguo will do. Who knows who I'm talking about, please ring a sword."

As soon as the scholars laughed, a large number of sword sounds came and went, and finally more than 1500 sword sounds. Then many scholars laughed.

Fang Yun also smiled and looked at the host of the Valley Country inadvertently.

Jingguo people are full of confidence in each other's movement. Some Jingguo Jinshi can't help but look up and believe that Fang Yun's poems can be written in the audience.

The host smiled and opened the first Jingguo red paper bag, which was Qiao juze's twelve red. After reading it, the sword sound was 800, belonging to the middle and upper level, and Qiao juze was very satisfied.

The host then opened the second red paper bag, looked at the page and said with a smile, "the author of this song is Tong Xinglong of Jingguo. Here is the full text."

"Idle dream is far away, the southern country is in the early winter, hundreds of miles of rivers and mountains are far green..."

Fang Yun was stunned after listening to three sentences. He also wrote "looking at the south of the Yangtze River", and nearly half of the words in these three sentences are the same as his song "looking at the south of the Yangtze River". These three sentences are like changing his words.

Fang Yun frowned and listened to the complete first word. He found that it was six points similar to his "looking at the south of the Yangtze River". As for the artistic conception and emotion, it was 90% similar. He realized that it was bad, but he couldn't be sure what was going on.

The host suddenly began to speed up. After reading Jingguo's sixth poem, his eyes suddenly lit up, picked up the Jingguo red paper bag with Fang Yun's name and showed it to the public.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have finally arrived. Please come with me to witness the best poetry of this conference!"

Everyone's eyes focused on Jingguo's red paper bag, full of expectations. No one thought to refute the sentence "the best poetry of this cultural conference". Fang Yun must be the leader of the cultural conference.

Several Shangshe Jinshi in the valley country were also full of expectation and smiled, but their smiles seemed to be mixed with something unclear.

The host opened the Jingguo red paper bag with a smile, put his finger in it, and his smile solidified on his face.

"What's the matter?"

Thousands of scholars are full of doubts in their eyes. This is not a time to joke. This is the ten National Culture Association. A qualified host can never play tricks at this time. Not to mention Fang Yun's poems, not everyone is qualified to joke.

"What the hell!" a grumpy Jinshi couldn't help shouting.

The host looked puzzled and said, "there are no poems in it."

"What!" there was an uproar.

"If you don't believe me, I'll tear up the paper bag and show you!" said the host. He slowly tore open the paper bag and spread it out to show everywhere. There's really nothing in it.

Qiao juze angrily said, "I saw Fang Yun put his word pages in a paper bag and handed them to the waiter. How could it not be? Some people are too much and even play tricks in this kind of cultural meeting. If you don't want our people to participate in the cultural meeting, just say it. Why be so dirty!"

The host hurriedly said, "brother Qiao, you misunderstood! Maybe some servant knows that Fang Zhenguo's manuscript is precious. Maybe he stole it first. The paper was stolen and the poetry is still there. It doesn't affect the meeting. Do you think so?"

Qiao juze was stunned, and the host was really right. This possibility is not only possible, but also very possible. After all, Fang Yun's literary name is too big, and there are too many people who want him to write poems by himself.

The host then said, "Fang Zhenguo, since the paper is stolen, but you won't forget the poetry, why don't you open your mouth and recite it yourself, let us brighten our ears and eyes, and listen to your masterpiece?"

Fang Yun quietly looked at the host without the slightest expression on his face. Until this time, he finally knew the purpose of Gu Guoren.