Saint of the Confucian way

When the car got to Shangshe, Fang Yun pushed the door in and found that the home was empty.

Fang Yun stood silently in the yard and walked to Yang Yuhuan's room.

Yang Yuhuan's dressing table was filled with only a small amount of rouge powder. On the contrary, the table beside the dressing table was filled with paper.

On one side are the poems written by Fang Yun, such as the Three Character Classic, the hundred family names, the thousand character text, the humble room inscription, the arrow in the stone and so on, which are regarded as calligraphy by Yang Yuhuan. On the other side are the results of Yang Yuhuan's calligraphy. Although she learned Fang Yun's "willow style", her words are more thin and thin, soft and weak, which is very similar to her.

On the desk, there are several pieces of paper, the words on it are like dogs crawling, and several lovely paw prints.

Fang Yun smiled. It must be Nu Nu's masterpiece.

On one side of the desk, there is also a zither frame. A zither is placed on it. They chose it together.

Since he knew that the harp and the harp could sing together, Yang Yuhuan never touched the harp again and only practiced the harp. Yang Yuhuan has a musical talent that ordinary scholars can't reach. Now the sermon has entered a realm. If it is spread, it will shock a country.

Fang Yun walked slowly to Yang Yuhuan's bed. The quilt was folded neatly. There was no wrinkle on the sheet, and a faint fragrance came to his face.

At the head of the bed, there was an unfinished embroidery. Fang Yun reached out and picked it up.

There are already two mandarin ducks on it, but there is no water.

Fang Yun's eyes flickered, and finally became dim and slowly put down. Fang Yun turned around and looked around Yang Yuhuan's room. Suddenly, he found that there were more things belonging to scholars in this boudoir and less things in the boudoir of young girls.

Fang Yun suddenly saw pictures about Yang Yuhuan, reading, writing, playing the harp, looking at the opposite study

"Alas..." Fang Yun sighed softly, his eyes a little wet.

"You, it's hard to chase after me..."

Fang Yun slowly walked out of Yang Yuhuan's bedroom, came to the hall, sat quietly and watched carefully.

For other people, the main hall is a place to receive guests, which should be very familiar, but Fang Yun thinks it is very strange.

After staying in Shangshe for several months, the number of guests received here is very limited.

Fang Yun suddenly found that he had sacrificed too much for reading, holy Tao and literary position.

Fang Yun is a little sad. He is too lonely.

Fang Yun didn't ask himself if it was worth it.

"At the end, time will tell me the answer."

Fang Yun stood up silently, walked out of the main hall, went to the door of the study and looked back at the main hall.

"If you have a semi Holy Father, you may be able to spend more time in the main hall rather than in the study."

Fang Yun entered the study and closed the door, as if he had isolated the world.

Fang Yun scanned the study. He was very familiar with the lines on the bookshelf, the position of each book, the light rubbed on the armrest of the chair or the angle of the table.

Death is only three or four days away.

Fang Yun sat steadily on the chair, poured clean water into the inkstone, took out an ordinary ink ingot and ground it slowly.

"At least, we can't live up to the world of strange books."

Fang Yun's mind calmed down in an instant.

Fang Yun looked out of the window. When night fell, a few stars were faintly visible, and there was no moonlight in the sky at the end of the month.

"At least you can't live up to the wonderful book world!"

Fang Yun said in his heart, "if I don't come back, Ao Huang will help you deal with the things that drink Jiangbei Li. When I die, the Fang family is the virtual Saint family. With AO Huang, no one dares to bully you. If you want to stay, stay. If you don't want to stay, take Yin Jiangbei to the place you want to go, and I'll write a suicide note."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait for you at home." Yang Yuhuan's voice was resolute.

"Sister Yuhuan, don't be childish."

"I'll wait for you at home." Yang Yuhuan's voice was more firm. After that, he ignored Fang Yun and went straight to the house.

"I'll prepare things for tomorrow's imperial examination for you." Yang Yuhuan's pace was much faster than usual.

The slave looked at Fang Yun suspiciously, then looked at Yang Yuhuan's back, then shouted to Fang Yun and ran to Yang Yuhuan.

Fang Yun opened his mouth and said nothing.

Ao Huang put the dragon head on Fang Yun's shoulder and said, "your daughter-in-law... No, it's my sister-in-law. It's all right. You're lucky and you won't die... Look at Ben Long's mouth. By the way, my sister went to Xihai dragon palace to borrow an ancient artifact to save you, but was rejected by Xihai dragon saint. That old guy is really not a thing. He has always been friendly with demons and doesn't like Terrans."

"Why doesn't he like Terrans?" Fang Yun asked.

"Remember the semi saint of the snake family who was beaten away by King Wen at the end of the Shang Dynasty?"

"Remember."

"The half saint of the snake clan was actually born to the West Sea Dragon saint when he was playing in the demon world with a big demon king of the snake clan. The snake Saint had great talent and spent more than 100 years canonization. After escaping from King Wen, he became a great saint with the help of the West Sea Dragon saint. Of course, our dragon clan was a little stronger than the demon. Even if the snake Saint became a great saint, he could not compare with the four immortal four sea dragons Saint. You will know what happened later. The snake saint was killed by Kong saint on the spot and stewed. "

"It turns out that the hatred between the Dragon saint of the West Sea and our Terran is so deep."

"Ao min is very bad. According to my guess, he can't have much feelings for a snake son, but he wants face. At that time, he asked Kong Sheng to show mercy across a million miles, but Kong Sheng ignored it. This is the main reason why he hates the Terran."