Saint of the Confucian way

The officials of the national day showed an irrecoverable disappointment.

Qingjun coughed softly and said, "no wonder someone said a few years ago that Xu Sanjue got a strange thing. It turned out to be the Mexican woman. It should be dedicated to the semi saint, but he left it himself. It's too greedy."

"Can Qingjun be willing to send Qingguo to me? I promise that under my governance, Qingguo's national strength will be doubled!" Fang Yun responded impolitely.

Qingjun glanced at Fang Yun with displeasure. Although Fang Yun is a virtual saint, he is young after all. If he disputes with others, a young man is enough to resolve the accusation, but he is not young, and he is the monarch of a country. If he really wants to argue with Fang Yun about this matter, he may be refuted by Fang Yun, and his bad reputation will be seriously damaged again.

Qing people may favor him as the monarch, but the people of other countries and ancient places pay more attention to Fang Yun.

Qingjun didn't answer. Instead, he glanced around and found that the Zong family was ashamed and annoyed, while the people in Jingguo were complacent and unlucky. Today, he lost face and couldn't go on.

"Fang Xusheng, since you have got the ink girl, let's go to the literary academy." Qing Jun said and made an invitation gesture.

Fang Yun doesn't care about Qing Jun, but turns around and walks to Xiangzhou literary academy.

The gate of Xiangzhou Academy of literature is open, and a pair of persuasion couplets written by Fang Yun last year are engraved on the door frames on both sides.

There is a road to the mountain of books. Diligence is the path. There is no end to learning. It is hard to make a boat.

From that day on, Fang Yun really spread his name all over the world.

Fang Yun looked at this pair of persuasion couplets and stopped with emotion.

The others then stopped.

Jiang Hechuan smiled and said, "Fang Xusheng, when you wrote this persuasion couplet, it seems that you were just a scholar."

He Ludong said with a smile: "not only the scholar, but also the officials who have just tried in the government and have been awarded the title of world Qingguo can see that Qingjun wants to use the praise of Fang Yun to eliminate the previous embarrassment, so they agree one after another.

However, the people of the Zong family keep their mouths shut and their faces are iron and green. They don't have to think about it. The Mexican woman's appearance is too important. Today's affairs will be published in Wen Bao on the tenth day of February, and the Zong family will be ridiculed by the ten countries.

Fang Yun was not interested in listening to these people's praise. He stopped for a moment and walked in.

Behind the gate of Xiangzhou Cultural Institute is the common holy temple square, and then there is the ancient but dignified holy temple. The holy temple has black tiles, red walls and red pillars, with a faint white glow on the surface.

In front of the holy temple, ten old people in white Jinshi clothes lined up, with some Qing officials next to them.

These old people stood in place and closed their eyes, but they were reciting the Holy Scriptures in their hearts.

They did not participate in today's banquet, nor did they go to see the official seal. They didn't know what happened today. They didn't even open their eyes when Mo Nu appeared.

Nothing can affect them.

Most of these old people have age spots on their faces. The youngest is 73 years old, and the oldest is 91 years old.

In terms of Scripture articles, poems and songs, these ten old scholars may not be as good as the leaders of young scholars in various countries; in terms of talent and intelligence, these people may not be as good as the young people in the same position.

An iron bar may not be able to write on paper. After decades of polishing, it still can't write like a brush, but it can be honed into a sharp weapon for killing!

These ten old Jinshi are not pens, but swords!

They may have lost the opportunity to be promoted to a higher position, but among the Jinshi, even those young people who are so talented that they will become great scholars are far inferior to them!

Those young geniuses can look down on them in the future, but now they can only lower their heads.

Fang Yun glanced at ten people, and the details of the ten people flashed in his mind.

Everyone has more literary and war experience than him. Everyone uses war poems and swords more often than him. Everyone has experienced more life and death dangers than him. Each one seems to come from the blood mist.

Ten people opened their eyes together, and the whole temple square seemed like a cold winter. Everyone under the bachelor instinctively shrank.

In front of Fang Yun's eyes, thousands of feet of corpse mountain and thousands of miles of blood appeared, but all these could not stop him.

Fang Yun walked forward with firm steps.

After a while, Fang Yun came to the gate of the holy temple.

The two sides looked at each other and bowed.

"I've seen Fang Xusheng."

"I've seen you old gentlemen."

The two sides walked to the left and right of the gate of the holy temple and stood opposite each other.

At the moment when both sides stood firm, the air seemed to stagnate briefly, and everyone's heartbeat and breathing seemed to stop.

Qing junang said, "today..."

Suddenly, a huge roar interrupted Qingjun's words. Qingjun's face was angry, but he converged in an instant.

With the holy temple as the center, the heaven and earth suddenly changed strangely.

The temple suddenly disappeared, leaving a milky ball of light in its original position, and then the ball of light expanded violently.

The wind swept through and the light was dazzling. Everyone either put courage outside or blocked his body with his arms.

When the white light dissipated, Fang Yun opened his eyes and found himself in a huge valley surrounded by mountains. On the slope formed by each mountain, there were neat rows of stairs.

Opposite me stood ten scholars who wanted to fight a civil war, and the rest of the two countries were on the hillside steps.

This is the coming of the literary world!

A semi Saint directly incorporated them into his literary world and temporarily created an observation platform.

At the same time, Fang Yun felt the official seal move gently. When he looked carefully, it turned out that the holy courtyard sent a letter to every scholar with official seal. As long as those readers were near the holy temple, they could put their thoughts into the literary world of Dongsheng and watch the literary war.

Fang Yun blinked and saw hundreds of thousands of streamers falling from the sky, scattered on the hillside steps on all sides, and turned into readers. The streamers were continuous, and more and more people went to the viewing platform.

Ten countries such as Qing, Jing, Qi, Shu and Wu were all there. All scholars from Liangjie mountain, Shihan ancient land, barren city ancient land and zhenguhai also stopped fighting and came one after another.

Black dress Ju Ren, white dress Jinshi, white dress Hanlin, Qingyi bachelor and purple dress Confucianism appeared in shangguantai.

Almost no one spoke and looked quietly at the eleven people in the field.

Fang Yun and ten Jinshi looked at each other. Both sides found each other helpless. They really didn't understand what Dongsheng did for fun. They even came to his literary world for a Jinshi level literary war.

Dongsheng obviously couldn't preside over the literary war, and the people of both countries were on the hillside, too far from here. Fang Yun had to cough and say, "who will have the first literary war with me?"

He saw the old Jinshi on the left of the ten Jinshi team step forward and bow his hands and say, "old Fangbo, I've seen the virtual saint of my family."

Fang Yun arched his hand and said with a smile, "well, our Fang family will have a civil war, and Wang family uncle will show mercy."