Saint of the Confucian way

Li Wenying put his left arm behind his waist and stepped on white clouds. His body was straight and powerful.

"I see you look tired. Go back and have a rest, and I'll leave right away. Tired Fang Xusheng, who writes handed down poems?" Li Wenying half joked, and many people smiled.

The virtual saint is not the actual literary position, but an honorary title. The honorary position is above the great Confucianism and below the semi saint, but the actual position is only equivalent to the great Confucianism and on an equal footing with Li Wenying.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "the student won't say more. I wish Mr. Jianmei to frighten ten parties and intimidate the demon man in the ancient earthquake in the barren city!"

Li Wenying nodded and was about to leave. Suddenly he said, "you have become a Huiyuan. Now you are the 'head of the case', 'maocai', 'Jieyuan' and 'Huiyuan'. If there is no accident, you must be the first champion of Jingguo in the palace examination next year. You should be regarded as five. As for the last head of the country, you should try your best to compete."

"Students should work hard."

"You are a scholar in the same year from a child to a Jinshi. The imperial court and the holy courtyard will give you rewards. However, don't be careless. The Jinshi spring hunting on the 15th of the first month is a competition among ten countries. It's difficult to turn the tide with your own strength, just like in the ten countries' competition. As long as you are in the top nine of ten countries and one city, you will win."

"Students do their best." Fang Yun knows Li Wenying's mentality. He is about to go to the desolate city and ancient land. He doesn't know how many days he will come back. After all, he is an elder. When he leaves, he instinctively nags his concerned younger generation, so Fang Yun doesn't have the slightest impatience even if he becomes a virtual saint.

The rest of the young people looked at Fang Yun with envy. They got Li Wenying's words, but Li Wenying never tire of telling each other. They were also young people, and their treatment was very different.

When Li Wenying finished, he suddenly frowned and asked slowly, "do you really want to fight Xiangzhou?"

Fang Yun immediately said firmly, "since the student once said to recapture Xiangzhou, he will become a literary and war state in the future and raise the prestige of our country!"

"Whatever." Li Wenying sighed and said no more.

Fang Yun said: "it's not worth mentioning whether the students are going to experience spring hunting or literary war. But when Jianmei Gong goes to the wasteland, he should not only face the ancient demon barbarians, but also face the hunters of ancestral gods. Jianmei Gong should be more careful."

One person immediately said, "what Fang Wenhou said is. Lord Li, you have just become a great Confucian, have an old relationship with Fang Xusheng, and are also an important figure in the great Confucian hunting list. At the moment, the situation is more dangerous than Fang Yun. You are not afraid of other hunters. If the ancestral Protoss hunters at the same level as the demon emperor shoot, the consequences will be unimaginable."

The demon world sets up a hunting list, which is mainly to encourage demon talents, followed by killer elites.

Ancestral gods have a long history. They all have the cultivation methods created by the ancestral gods themselves. There is no need to compete with other demon families in the holy ruins or climb the Dragon platform. At most, they go to some places such as Tianshu.

The ancestral gods basically disdain to hunt and kill the human race under the great Confucianism, but once they become the great Confucianism, they will be listed as the target of the hunters of the ancestral gods.

In recent years, one fifth of the great Confucians who died of the human race died of the hunters of the ancestral gods, which is a very terrible number.

The crowd sighed silently. Fang Yun was right. Li Wenying was too dazzling. Even though he was not regarded by the ancestral gods, he became a great Confucian and was already one of the major troubles in the demon world.

Li Wenying nodded and looked dignified. He knew better than everyone how dangerous it was in the barren city and ancient land.

"All the semi holy aristocratic families of our Terran have elites stationed in the ancient wasteland. There, the military and Mohist forces are unprecedentedly powerful. Jianmei Gong also minor in the military holy way. He should be like a fish in water in the ancient wasteland."

"Lord Jianmei must be careful of those people who have something to do with Zong family, Lei family or Sima Xiangru family. They may be angry with you because of Fang Yun."

Many scholars suddenly felt powerless. Fang Yun and Jingguo had too many and too strong enemies. If an aristocratic family harmed Li Wenying, people might not find evidence.

It is a war-torn city and ancient land. Except for the semi saints of the original people, no semi saints can enter. It is not Shengyuan continent. Many rules of the two places are not common.

It can be said that the whole wasteland is a large Liangjie mountain. Terrans and demon barbarians fight for the wasteland. Unlike Liangjie mountain, there are many treasures in the wasteland, and each wasteland is also different.

Qiao juze said, "Fang Yun, when Dongyun left the capital to join the army at the border, you gave him a poem about Tibetan Feng. It's better to send a poem about Jianmei Gong. However, the original poem about Tibetan Feng is rare. Just write an ordinary farewell poem."

"Yes! There are few great Confucians in Jingguo. Jianmei is dangerous. It would be a shame if scholars in Jingguo can't even get a good farewell poem."

"Just now we were whispering about how to give poetry to Jianmei Gong, but we found that we were not talented enough. Naturally, we couldn't teach others in front of Jianmei Gong."

"Apart from you, the ancestor of sword poetry, who is qualified to send off the great Confucian scholar with poetry?"

"Brother Fang, don't hesitate."

Fang Yun hesitated. He was just sober and his body was still slightly ill. He really didn't think about this. He was unprepared.

Li Wenying suddenly smiled and said, "Fang Yun, if what I expected is good, will you participate in the Xuemei Wen meeting tomorrow?"

"I'm thinking about it." Fang Yun couldn't laugh or cry as soon as he heard Xuemei's four words.

Some scholars like snow, and some like plum. However, the two things coexist in winter. Many scholars have to compete, and no one is willing to admit defeat. As a result, the dispute between snow and plum has lasted for hundreds of years. Although it is a dispute between elegance and literature and a pastime for scholars, there will still be disputes at this time of year.

Fang Yunzhen didn't expect that Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan was a plum party and Li Wenying was a snow party.

All the scholars present showed strange smiles. Some friends who had a very good relationship on weekdays suddenly became hostile to each other, but everyone could see that the hostility at the moment was pretended, not really irreconcilable.

Li Wenying said, "it's a pity that I can't participate in the Xuemei cultural meeting tomorrow. It's snowing today. You might as well write a farewell poem with the word 'Snow' and give it to me. Farewell is the main thing, and snow is the second. How about it?"

"Against the party!" a Hanlin who made friends with Li Wenying suddenly snorted coldly.

"Fang Yun, don't fall into the trap of the snow party! You once wrote a plum poem. You are the orthodox and backbone of the plum party. You must not be deceived by the rebels of the snow party!"

Fang Yun immediately pretended to be innocent and said, "where have I written plum poetry?"

The man immediately said, "you wrote Xie Caihe, 'the trees beside the Cai family wash inkstones, flowers bloom and light ink marks; don't boast about the color, just leave the pure air to fill the universe!'" isn't this poem written with ink marks plum blossoms? "

Another person immediately retorted, "which eye did you see ink marks and plum blossoms by Cai he's pool?"

"Both eyes have seen it! Go, stay away from me. You stand over there against the Party of Wen Ying."

Many scholars laughed, and only before and after the Xuemei cultural meeting did someone dare to joke and scold a great Confucian as an anti party and anti thief.

Li Wenying smiled and said, "when I return from the barren city and ancient land, the next Xuemei cultural meeting will cut all the plum trees in the world with a pen!"

"The rebel of the snow party is too rampant!"

Qiao juze coughed softly and said, "no matter the Xuemei dispute, we only talk about farewell. Since everyone wants Fang Yun to write a farewell poem, we naturally have to obey the arrangement of Jianmei Gong. Fang Yun, you can write one."