Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun nodded and said, "I also know this person's talent name. When the scholar passed the second mountain, after passing the examination, he not only passed the third mountain and won the Wenxin, but also passed the fourth mountain and stopped in front of the fifth mountain. I'm afraid he won the Wenxin of Chinese quality."

Zhao Zhuzhen said anxiously, "if he has only one Wenxin, I don't worry too much. I suspect that his semi Saint mentor let him go to other holy places and get a second Wenxin after taking him around the world. In that case, he will be too difficult to deal with."

"You have two literary hearts?" Fang Yun was very surprised.

"Others can't do it, but the four talents can certainly do it, and some talents of the semi holy family can do it. However, don't care too much. After you become a scholar, you can certainly get a literary heart when you enter the book mountain for the second time."

Fang Yun nodded and didn't speak. He didn't know how the book tested people in the mountain. He was very uneasy.

After discussing with the others, Qian Ju came over and said, "Fang Shuangjia, we have agreed. You are in the final battle. Now you are going to go to Zhouzhu in the river to prepare for the dragon boat race."

"OK, let's go together."

Zhao Zhuzhen said, "let's go to the painted boat below. We can see it clearly there."

Fang Yun took Yang Yuhuan's hand and went downstairs, left Yuhe building and walked to the place where the boat stopped on the Bank of the river.

Along the way, there were voices of selling things everywhere. It was very noisy. Zhao Zhuzhen saw that Yang Yuhuan had nothing, so he bought Yang Yuhuan colored thread wrapped around his wrist and some cheap trinkets. Yang Yuhuan thanked him one by one.

There are many big girls and little daughters-in-law who don't go out on weekdays, and there is fragrance everywhere. They crowded all the way to the shore. Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Zhuzhen showed fine sweat on their foreheads and took out handkerchiefs to wipe them gently.

Pulling aside the fallen willow branches, the people came to the wharf on the bank. Fang Yun and others took a boat to the sandbar in the river, while Zhao Zhuzhen, Yang Yuhuan and nu got on the boat and stood beside the boat watching Fang Yun's boat sail to the sandbar.

"Whining!" the slave shouted in Yang Yuhuan's arms and waved his small claws to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun turned back and waved to the slave. As a result, the slave jumped out of Yang Yuhuan's arms, jumped into the river and swam to Fang Yun's boat at a very fast speed.

Fang Yun couldn't laugh or cry. When the slave approached, he picked it up.

Nu Nu immediately shook her body violently, and the water splashed everywhere, causing the people on the ship to escape with a smile.

"Why are you here?" Fang Yun asked.

Nu Nu looked at Fang Yun suspiciously and pointed to Fang Yun's hand, as if to say that you didn't wave to me?

"You! Forget it, just stay here." Fang Yun said.

The ship stopped on the sandbar, and many people had stood on it. People who knew each other said hello in a hurry, and they were all in a hurry.

Fang Yun glanced at the crowd and finally found that one person was very strange.

The man was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a white loose robe and his black jade hair was scattered behind him. Unlike a polite scholar, he was like a prodigal son. His eyes were so empty that they reflected the world, but there was no one.

It seems that everyone in this world is not worth seeing.

The man suddenly blinked, slowly turned his head to Fang Yun, looked at Fang Yun seriously, then slowly turned his head and continued to look at the sky.

Fang Yun felt that this man was really strange. He was clearly looking at himself, but his eyes were very empty, as if he had gone through himself to see that very distant place.

Fang Yun ignored the man and looked around. There were five dragon boats. The outside of each dragon boat was painted like a yellow dragon. The boat was narrow, almost two feet long, and could seat more than a dozen people.

There is a raised faucet in front of each dragon boat, and the neck of the faucet is numbered.

Qian Ju took Fang Yun and others to the No. 2 dragon boat.

Behind the dragon boat's dragon head was a big drum with a flag on it. Qian held up a humanitarian: "we don't need to beat the drum. We will invite a young man to beat the drum to strengthen our prestige, which is also a custom handed down from the previous dragon boat race. We just need to sit in the boat and write poems. The more talent we attract, the faster the boat is. Look at the black tile tall building, where the magistrate and Yuan Jun are."

Fang Yun looked there and saw many officials standing upstairs looking here. Fang Yun only knew Feng Zimo, the king of the Fuwen academy, the general Dinghai who escorted him, and uncle Fang Shouye. No one else knew him. Li Wenying was not there.

Fang Shouye was informal and waved to Fang Yun, who bowed back.

The strong man in charge of drumming walked to the bow of the boat with a red flag. After tying the red flag, he stood with drumsticks in both hands, as did the other four dragon boats.

Qian Juren and others didn't get on the boat. They walked to the location of No. 1 dragon boat. Other people near the dragon boat also went together. Standing behind Qian Juren and others, they looked at the people beside No. 1 dragon boat.

The people next to Dragon Boat No. 1 are all Qingguo people.

Qian juhumanitarian: "fellow wen you, there are still two quarters of an hour before you leave the game. You still use the old rules. Is there any objection?"

A confident smiling Qingguo said: "naturally, the old rules are followed. The Dragon Boat Festival will write poems related to the Dragon Boat Festival. Less nonsense, let's decide the poems first. On behalf of Qingguo, I will decide that the words of weapons and boats are not allowed in the Dragon Boat poems this time."

A scholar behind Fang Yun scolded in a low voice: "use this move again, soft egg!"

Fang Yun also knows that the so-called fixed poetry is the content that should not appear in the selected poetry. Jingguo is surrounded by demons and barbarians, which is far more belligerent than Qingguo. Once the battle scene is combined with the Dragon Boat Festival poetry, it is very likely to defeat Qingguo dragon boat, so the fixed Poetry of Qingguo is limited every time.

Qian juhumanitarian: "then we will decide later that there shall be no chanting and ancients in this poem."

These words make several people in Qingguo look worse. The war style of killing demons and killing barbarians in Qingguo is not as good as that in Jingguo, but the style of writing is far stronger than that in Jingguo. If they don't let them do the poems to express their feelings and miss the ancients, most of the people in Qingguo will be abandoned.

The Qingguo people laughed and said, "since those poems can't be written, we can only write some flowers, snow and moon, beautiful scenery on a beautiful day. Well, today is a festival, so it's also appropriate to write these. However, don't be too hard, because no matter how hard you work, you will lose to Qingguo like the first 17 years!"

"You Qingguo people should not be too arrogant!" one couldn't help drinking.

Qian Ju stopped the man and said, "Shi Dehong, as a disciple of Shijun, you haven't learned much about the master's talent, but you have learned a lot about the master's arrogance!"

"Hahaha, I'm satisfied to learn the arrogance of my mentor. Thank brother Qian for his praise." Shi Dehong suddenly changed his look and smiled contemptuously, "Although I'm arrogant, I'm only arrogant about the scholars of your enemy country. I'm still polite when I meet your scholars. Your people are so crazy that they can't see the saints. However, a young man who barely gets to the table dares to compare with my mentor. Unexpectedly, there are still people clamoring to squeeze my mentor out of the top four talents. My mentor is already dissatisfied. How can I be angry with him You're welcome! See you at the Dragon Boat Race! "

Except for the man whose hair was scattered behind him, the other five Qingguo people all walked towards the dragon boat with an angry face.

Fang Yun was stunned and thought that this man was talking about me?

Others also returned to their dragon boats.

At the edge of dragon boat No. 2, Fang Yun couldn't help asking, "brother Qian, fellow literary friends, I didn't say I was comparable with Shijun, let alone squeeze him out of the four talents. How did it come about?"

Qian Ju said with a careless smile, "don't worry. It's just that someone's nonsense was heard by Qingguo people and Qingguo people are more serious. Besides, Shijun has only written one Zhenguo poem. He has more poems than you except Dafu and Mingzhou, and he is not much better than you except becoming a Bachelor in his twenties. Why can't he be compared with you?"

Another scholar said, "you're right. Qingguo people really don't have the stomach to take the jokes after dinner as the truth and can't even joke. Fortunately, Shijun is just Shijun. If we become the first poet in history, wouldn't he want to kill the nine ethnic groups?"

"Well said..."

Everyone said a word to protect Fang Yun. Fang Yun couldn't cry or laugh. It seems that these people were pressed too hard by Qingguo. It's not easy for a Jingguo people to be famous, so they couldn't help comparing them with Shi Jun.

Fang Yun doesn't blame them. People who protect their own people are better than those who harm their own people like Tong Li.

There are pen, ink, paper and inkstone on board. There is no need to prepare anything.

After Qian Ju finished, he said to the other side: "The rules of the competition are very simple. After the start of the competition, each person can write a poem and poem for half an hour. When half an hour arrives, the talent of each dragon boat will appear. The more talented the dragon boat, the faster it will travel. After the boat moves, everyone can write a poem again. This second poem tests talent and artistic conception, because" Xuehai "also emphasizes the artistic conception of poetry. Qingguo people are too treacherous to write about boats and weapons, so we can't write about the artistic conception of crossing, but they are also uncomfortable. Without yonghuai and the ancients, they can't write a good artistic conception. "

Fang Yun nodded, basically understood the purpose of both sides, and said, "I see, but this is my first time to participate in this kind of dragon boat race. Can you tell me what kind of poetry I'd better write?"

Qian Ju humanitarian: "or write the Dragon Boat Festival scenery, or write the Dragon Boat Festival atmosphere, so there will be no mistakes."

"OK, let me think." Fang Yun lowered his head and looked up at the surrounding scenery or the crowd from time to time.

Seeing that Fang Yun ignored himself and felt bored, nu Nu cried twice and jumped into the water, happily paddling to the boat where Yang Yuhuan was located.

Fang Yun smiled at the boat and nodded gently to Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Zhuzhen there.

At ten o'clock, Fang Yun immediately felt that the vitality between heaven and earth had changed, so he looked at the place where the officials were located, and saw that Feng Zimo, the king of the State Academy of literature, and another person were holding official seals. The official seals were surging, forming a strange force over the river from the sandbar to the Longtou bridge.

The crowd on both sides of the Strait broke out in startling shouts.

"God bless Jingguo!"

"Jingguo will win!"