Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun is in the bow, looking down.

Huang Zhong, Da LV, Gan Qi, Yu Yu, music and dance.

There are many armours, open lights and complete guards of honor.

One of them, a middle-aged man over 30, was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a black emperor's crown. The jade diaries hung down, and the beads formed covered part of his face.

Fang Yun recognized this person as Qing Jun, but his eyes were a little dark. Using the medicine he learned, we can see that the monarch had excessive lust and his body had been hollowed out.

Their eyes met and their faces were expressionless.

The empty building ship descended slowly. At the moment of landing, there was humanity: "play music!"

The drums and music roared. Qingjun took the lead and personally came forward, with nine guests behind him. Then there were senior officials of Qingguo, then officials of Xiangzhou, then celebrities of Xiangzhou, and finally young people of Xiangzhou.

Between the senior officials of Qingguo and the officials of Xiangzhou, there are ten old people in white Jinshi clothes.

The ten old men were silent and did not exert any strength, but Fang Yun swept them casually and found the differences among the ten people.

A faint killing was intended to float around ten old people, and the people around couldn't help but stay away, even ordinary Hanlin seemed to avoid it.

Ten people also looked at Xiang Fangyun.

As if the essence of killing came to his face, Fang Yun only felt a blood red in front of him, and the whole world was covered with blood.

Fang Yun didn't let Wen Dan disperse this unknown power, because it was formed by the experience of Jinshi. After at least 30 years of killing, they participated in countless battles. The whole person was like soaking in murderous, evil and dead Qi for a long time, and the nature of Wen Dan changed slightly.

These people may not be as brave as Fang Yun, and their ability to release their courage is also very poor, but their firmness is not inferior, or even worse.

In all their attacks, there was a strong idea that the Academy sent Jinshi did not have. The spirit of killing with the pen when the ten thousand troops attacked me was worse than even Fang Yun.

Fang Yun killed many demons, but the number of battles he experienced was less than one tenth of these people.

Ordinary Jinshi will certainly be shaken by this blood color, leading to a loss of courage, but Fang Yun is calm. With the experience of Shushan, a hunting ground against hundreds of thousands of demon barbarians, and finally fighting with the demon Saint separately, the actual combat experience is enough.

Fang Yun couldn't move, the blood color slowly became lighter, and the blocked eyes gradually recovered.

Many scholars in Qingguo are secretly observing Fang Yun. They are more and more surprised to find that Fang Yun is unmoved and his eyes are about to return to Qingming.

Fang Yun, dressed in a Jinshi's white sword suit, stood on the stairs, bowed his hands to the Qing officials below and said, "Fang Yun, born late, has seen all the literary friends of the Qing state."

Fang Yun was modest, but the people of Qingguo did not dare to be modest, especially the officials of the ceremony Department of Qingguo and Honglu temple. The Lei family had been punished by the ceremony hall for less than three months. If they were picked out by the people of Jingguo, they would have to lose their skin.

Everyone, including Qing Jun and Qing Guowen Xiang, bowed respectfully at a standard 90 degrees. At the moment they bent over, Fang Yun seemed to see flat square bricks laid in front of them.

When the crowd finished bowing, Fang Yun nodded slightly and began to get off the ship. The officials of Jingguo followed, while the people in the temple either pretended to be officials of Jingguo and followed Fang Yun, or hid in the air.

When Fang Yun came to the ground, Qing Jun took the initiative to welcome him and asked with concern: "I heard that Lord Xu Sheng was assassinated by demons on the road. I was burned within five. I was relieved to see that Lord Xu Sheng arrived safely."

Fang Yun felt that Qingjun's name and self-claim were very strange, but he still said as usual: "it's just a stream of flies and ants. It's not worth mentioning. I'm bothering Qingjun."

Qingjun said solemnly: "the virtual Saint arrived and should have been picked up by the whole city. However, it's early in the morning. It's really inconvenient. If there is any neglect, I hope the virtual saint will forgive me."

"Qing Jun is polite. I prefer to simplify everything. After all..." Fang Yun paused for a moment, glanced at the people and continued, "I'm here to get something."

Qingguo people all change color for it. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun said such words as soon as he met. It's too bad for Qingguo people and Qingjun.

Even if Qingjun disguises it again, it is difficult to hide the embarrassment in his eyes. After all, he is the king of a country. As a big country like Qingguo, Qingjun's status is above that of ordinary scholars. Fang Yun's words are really impolite.

However, Fang Yun is a virtual saint and has a higher status than everyone. It is inappropriate and not impolite to say such words at most.

On the contrary, the people of Jingguo secretly applauded Qingjun. It deserved Qingjun's bad luck. Fang's library was sealed as soon as he said it was sealed, breaking the holy way of education that obstructed Fang Yun. Fang Yun's sentence "I'm here to take things" not only shows the virtual majesty, but also inspires Jingguo's national prestige, warns Qingjun of the consequences of closing Fang's library, and finally tells the waiting aristocratic families in various countries, If you rob Fang Yun's enlightenment, don't blame Fang Yun for "taking things"!

Before that, most of the Jinshi who went to the hunting ground came with Fang Yun. When they heard this, they were all filled with emotion. They were worthy of Fang Xusheng. They could say that a state of culture and war was "taking things", and Fang Yun was the only one in the world.

A Hanlin behind Qing Jun suddenly said, "tell Mr. Xu Sheng why you only take things, not North and south?"

Fang Yun followed his reputation and saw a young man in Hanlin clothes smiling at him. He seemed to be less than 30 and his appearance was three times similar to Zong Wude, a friend in the holy ruins.

Fang Yun immediately recalled the list of officials in the Qing Dynasty. He knew that this person was Zong Wuyuan, Zong Wude's brother, Cheng Hanlin, 29, who served as the right chamberlain of the Ministry of rites. He was not only a senior official of the three grades, but also one of the most outstanding young people in the Zong family. He was well-known in the ten countries.

Fang Yun didn't expect that this person would set up a language trap as soon as he opened his mouth. Once he couldn't explain the meaning of good things, he would be easily exploited by the other party. Even if he won the literary war, he couldn't take Xiangzhou away.

In fact, the word "things" originated from the Han Dynasty. At that time, the markets were in the East and west of the city. Later, people gradually used shopping to refer to buying goods, and things generally refer to goods.

However, this explanation is obviously not suitable to answer Zong Wuyuan.

Fang Yun said with a smile, "among the four directions and five elements, the East belongs to wood, the West belongs to gold, the South belongs to fire, and the North belongs to water. Gold and wood can be grasped, water and fire should not be mentioned. Naturally, it is to take things."

"If according to Fangxu sanctuary, the water of Xiangzhou does not belong to the East and West?" Zong Wuyuan asked.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "zonghanlin is a body of flesh and blood. It must be something."

All the people in Jingguo covered their mouths and smiled. Zong Wuyuan carried water and Xiangzhou. Fang Yun compared his blood with the human body. It was seamless. However, Zong Wuyuan could not refute. If he wanted to say that he was not something, he would scold himself and become the laughing stock of ten countries. If you don't fight back, "zonghanlin is something" will also be laughed at.

Zong Wuyuan was in a dilemma and was speechless.

Hundreds of people in Qingguo were ashamed, and a few people reported their disgust to Zong Wuyuan. It seems that they are secretly scolding the empty saint. Can you be humiliated by a scholar?