Saint of the Confucian way

The long river passes through the city like a jade belt. The water vapor on the river surface is diffuse, like a layer of very light fog. The green silk of willows on both sides hangs down, and countless people are crowded on the bank.

On the edge of the sandbar, everyone on the Dragon Boat stood up.

On the Heiwa high-rise building, the magistrate of Yuhai recited a sacrifice to the sages, and the representative dragon boat race was officially opened.

"Raise the flag!" a man on the sandbar drank.

The drummers on the five dragon boats held the red flag together and strengthened it for the last time to avoid the red flag falling during the dragon boat race.

"Beat the drum!" the man shouted again.

The five drummers beat the drums together. The drums were neat and the sound was deafening. The people on both sides cheered again, so that Nu Nu's two small ears fell to block the sound.

"Let's go," Qian said.

The man of dragon boat No. 2 sat down and began to study ink.

Fang Yun had just finished studying ink. Before he picked up his pen, he heard someone exclaim in the crowd.

"Dragon Boat No. 1 is talented! It is still rising."

Fang Yun immediately looked at the Dragon Boat No. 1 where the people of Qingguo were located. Under the power of the official seal, he saw that the paper page in front of Shijun disciple Shi Dehong gave birth to an orange talent light, which was increasing. Now it has exceeded one foot, reaching the standard of leaving the County.

The scholar in front snorted coldly and said, "they have been prepared as expected. I'm afraid they spent several months making abdominal manuscripts. They have been thinking in their hearts, but they still don't write them."

The scholar on the Dragon Boat No. 3 sighed: "I am worthy of being a disciple of Shijun. I may not be able to write a poem out of the county all my life."

"They celebrate the country and have no foreign enemies around. They are naturally good at writing this kind of romance and snow moon. If we are allowed to write boats, we may not be as good as writing war poems with the title of dragon boats and warships, but we can drive more vitality of heaven and earth. How can we lose to them!"

"Stop talking nonsense and start writing!"

Shi Dehong's talent on paper continued to increase. When he wrote a complete poem, his talent was one foot seven, only three inches short of reaching the house. It was amazing.

Shi Dehong smiled, then glanced at the dragon boat of people in the king country such as Fang Yun. He found that no one started writing, so he recited his poem: "the jade river is worth the Dragon Boat Festival..."

He only read one sentence and found that everyone looked behind him. He saw that the talent on paper of semi Saint disciple Yan Yukong increased at a faster rate.

On the black tile high-rise, Feng Zimo, the king of the mansion, saw Yan Yukong's poems with his official seal. Yan Yukong wrote one and he read one.

Some of the officials around are silent, some praise twice, and no one will belittle them. Even if Yan Yukong is an enemy, semi holy disciples are not what they can attack casually, not to mention Yan Yukong's excellent writing and talent will not deceive people.

When Yan Yukong collected his pen, his two foot one inch high talent appeared on the page in front of him.

"Shi Chengda mansion!"

Jingguo people on both sides of the Strait issued a long sigh, and the willow branches swayed, as if they were disturbed by the sigh of everyone.

Qingguo people on Dragon Boat No. 1 showed a happy face. Only two people had four feet of talent.

The other four people in Qingguo immediately began to write. Everyone was full of talent. One wrote poetry and three wrote words. After writing, the talent of the whole dragon boat was as much as five feet and seven inches.

Then, the talent of No. 1 Dragon Boat touched the vitality of heaven and earth, and a light cyan light emerged from the dragon boat. This light is the power that drives the dragon boat later.

"The first round of poetry of the Qingguo team last year was only four feet six. I didn't expect so much this year."

The Qingguo people on the other four dragon boats sighed and sighed. They didn't write or don't write. They were afraid that they would lose their face if they wrote too badly.

Fang Yun found that the expressions and actions of several people on Dragon Boat No. 2 were wrong, which was obviously suppressed by the momentum of Qingguo people. Even if these people had prepared poetry and prose before, they all needed to be changed slightly. Without momentum, they were likely to change the poetry in a mess.

The Dragon Boat Race stresses the cooperation of six people, and the momentum of the other five people is gone. Even Fang Yun's four foot high Zhenguo poetry will undoubtedly lose.

Fang Yun took a deep breath and said, "Dear literary friends, if we lose to Qingguo, the scholars of Jingguo will bear the stigma of eighteen consecutive defeats. Even if we win next year, Jingguo will never be able to wash away! Qingguo's talent is five foot seven. As long as our dragon boat has five foot eight, we can crush them! I account for two foot five, and the five of you dare to share the remaining three foot three?"

You can reach the mansion within two feet. You will have the opportunity to go to the holy way in the future.

The five people in front turned back together and looked at Fang Yun in surprise. Seeing the resolute color on his face, they were immediately encouraged!

"Only six inches of talent per person! How can I not do it!"

"We'll make up three feet three!"

"This battle will never be lost!"

The momentum of the five people soared, sweeping away the haze brought to them by the Qingguo people before.

Shi Dehong, the disciple of Shijun, laughed and said, "the people of Jingguo are really crazy! Do you think the poem Chengda mansion is so easy to write? A scholar dares to shout like this. You are more crazy than the first madman Yi Zhishi!"

Qian Ju turned his head and said, "Qing people's lips, guns, tongues and arrows are really getting stronger and stronger. Unfortunately, they are writing poetry and lyrics now, not more than words. When we win the brocade flag of Longtou bridge, you will naturally know that it is you, not us, who are crazy!"

"I'm waiting! If you can win the first place, I Shi Dehong will eat the faucets of five dragon boats!"

Jingguo people of dragon boat No. 2 ignored Shi Dehong and began to write slowly.

Fang Yun did not participate in the quarrel. He first wrote down the name of the word huanxisha, and then added the word "Dragon Boat Festival".

Not far away, a group of officials in Heiwa high-rise buildings immediately became excited.

"Fang Shuangjia started writing!"

"Zi Mo, what did he write?"

"Huanxi sand Dragon Boat Festival!"

"He started writing again. Read it quickly."

"You... I'll just read it. You sweat a little through Biwan. You bathe in fragrant orchids on the Dragon Boat Festival in the Ming Dynasty. The fragrance rises and fills the clear river..."

"OK! The scene of women playing in the Dragon Boat Festival is very vivid. In particular, it is quite novel that the fragrance is flowing and greasy. All the powder water after women's grooming is poured into the river. Naturally, the fragrance is flowing and greasy all over Qingchuan."

"This talent is rising more rapidly than that Yanyu space!"

The people on the second Dragon Boat continued to write poems, but the other people on the Dragon Boat watched Fang Yun together.

The arrogant Yan Yukong's eyes fell on Fang Yun.

At this time, Fang Yun turned and looked at Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Zhuzhen on the ship. The little fox immediately waved his little claws to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled and continued to write the second half of the que words.

The gentleman of Feng Zimo's courtyard upstairs continued to read: "the color line is lightly wrapped around the red jade arm, and the small rune is obliquely hung on the green cloud servant. The beauty has met for a thousand years."

One person raised his palm and said, "the color is bright and beautiful, just like in front of us. It turned out to be praising her child's daughter-in-law, Jiangzhou Xishi. The colorful thread wrapped around her arm can keep her from getting sick and wet; the little talisman matched with her body can create disasters and write about her beauty. I was also looking forward to her being free from diseases and disasters and staying with the beauty for thousands of years. The Dragon Boat Festival was written in the front, and the Dragon Boat Festival was used to bless the beauty behind, which is much better than Yan Yukong!"

People nodded one after another, and the poetry must be affectionate after all.

Yang Yuhuan could neither see nor hear, but smiled and looked at Fang Yun's rising talent in front of him.

When Fang Yun stopped writing, Yang Yuhuan asked softly, "sister Zhao, how many feet are Xiaoyun's poems? I'm far away and can't see them accurately."

Zhao Zhuzhen didn't care what Yang Yuhuan said about her gender. He glanced at a Ju man behind him. The Ju man immediately said, "two feet and eight inches, poetry reaches the house, seven inches more than the empty Yan domain."

Zhao Zhuzhen asked, "what did he write?"

"When we paddle the boat and go outside the building where the magistrate and the court gentleman are located, naturally someone will tell us."

"OK."

Others continued to write poems. The boat soon stopped on the shore downstairs, and one handed over the words written by Fang Yun.

Yang Yuhuan had just read and could not understand it, but he liked it when he saw that it was Fang Yun's word.

Nu Nu stared at the word word word by word and looked at it very carefully.

Zhao Zhuzhen gently read: "light sweat is slightly transparent to Biwan..." finally, he lowered his head, looked at the river and whispered again and again: "beauty has met for a thousand years, beauty has met for a thousand years..." his eyes showed a faint sadness.

Not long after, she looked up at Fang Yun and said softly, "it's worthy of Fang Shuangjia. Her talent is amazing. Yuhuan, he wrote this word for you. You should remember it well."

"Ah? It's for me?" Yang Yuhuan was overjoyed.

"Whining! Whining!" Nu nodded with a smile.

Soon after Fang Yun finished writing "Huanxi sand Dragon Boat Festival", all the others on the boat finished writing. None of these people's poems reached the county level of one foot high, and they couldn't reach three feet three together. However, Qian Juren's poetry reached more than nine inches, which was extraordinary.

Finally, the talent of Fangyun No. 2 dragon boat was five feet nine inches, two inches higher than that of the No. 1 dragon boat, even people in the distance could tell the difference.

"Heaven has eyes! Jingguo can finally be proud!"

"Jingguo will win!"

The crowd on both sides of the Strait was boiling, and some scholars even burst into tears. Unexpectedly, after losing for 17 years in a row, they could finally pull back a game.

Many people roared wildly, cheering for Fang Yun and others on Dragon Boat No. 2.

Tong Li, who bet with Fang Yun, stood at the head of Longtou bridge, clutching the stone railing with both hands and looked at the front unbelievably.

"Fool! The great Shijun disciple and the semi Saint disciple can't compare with Fang Yun! A group of fools!"

Someone immediately shouted, "what nationality are you? I'll break your leg if you dare to slander Fang Yun!"

"Someone is helping Qingguo people? Who? Stand up!"

"Who dares! Is it you?"

"It's not me! You heard me wrong!" Tong Li waved his hand again and again in a hurry, scared to death.

The people around looked at Tong Li and saw that he was wearing a brocade robe. He was either rich or expensive, and he didn't start. One pointed to him and said, "if you dare to help the enemy country again, don't blame us!"

"Misunderstandings, all misunderstandings!" Tong Li hurried away, and several of his friends hurried away.

The Qingguo people on Dragon Boat No. 1, except Yan Yukong, remained unchanged, and the other five people were all in chaos.

"Who is that man? He's just a young scholar. How can he write Da Fu's poems?"

"Is it possible that Jingguo officials cheated? That's false?"

"Very likely!"

The Yan Yukong said calmly, "if what I expected is right, that man is Fang Yun, the first child student in Jingguo. Now he should be the first scholar."