Saint of the Confucian way

The five people were speechless at once. They could accuse Fang Yun of other things, but they could not find anything wrong with their literary style.

Shi Dehong then said angrily, "he dares to take the position of Shijun, my mentor? Yukon, you must do your best to help Qingguo! If the dragon boat culture will lose this time, Jingguo will humiliate Qingguo in the future, and you and I will become sinners of Qingguo."

Yan Yukong said expressionless, "I only prepared a poem here. I thought it was enough. But I didn't know that I met Fang Yun. My mentor taught me not to care about the gains and losses of a country and a city, but to think about the problems on the basis of the whole human race. It's just a dragon boat cultural meeting. If Jingguo wins, it's a sign that the weak country becomes stronger. It's really a great luck for the human race."

Shi Dehong immediately said, "then if everyone from now on says that his Fang Yun is more talented than your Yan Yukong and that you are not as good as Fang Yun, you will be so indifferent?"

Yan Yukong's eyes changed slightly. He closed his hands and put them in front of his lower abdomen, and his body gradually straightened.

"I like to climb the peak, not to live under people, not to mention a mere scholar. If he loses today, I will change the time of the Beijing test. When he goes to the Jingguo Beijing test, I will participate in the Qingguo Beijing test. I will compete with him as the head of the country and the sea of learning! The Dragon Boat cultural conference is just the shape of the sea of learning. If he wants to compete, he has to compete on the sea of learning."

"It's good of you to think so! I also prepared a poem. Although it's not as good as before, the six of us will certainly surpass them! They just work hard. After a round, they have exhausted. Qingguo will win!"

"You don't need to panic. What I just wrote is not my best word. When I sail, I will have at least eight inches of talent!"

"Me too. It's ridiculous that those clowns in Jingguo don't know it!"

"Qingguo will win!" the other four Qingguo people were inspired, just like the five Jingguo people inspired by Fang Yun.

Fang Yun saw that the secret road was bad. Once the four Qingguo people came up with the best poems, other dragon boats could not compete at all.

Fang Yun looked at his five people carefully. It was obvious that they didn't have much confidence. Just now they had done their best.

"We have decided to write poems before. We are not allowed to write chanting, ancients, weapons, ships and other words. Moreover, we must take the Dragon Boat Festival as the topic, that is to break the road of Zhenguo poems. Without those, it is impossible to Zhenguo. In order to win them, we must write war poems related to sailing and speed up the dragon boat. As long as we do not write the words such as boat and boat, we can get more vitality and finally overwhelm each other ！”

Fang Yun thought hard, but suddenly there was a roar in the sky, the vitality around him swayed gently, and the five dragon boats drove forward automatically.

Fang Yun's No. 2 Dragon Boat took the lead and rushed ahead. No. 1 dragon boat was two feet behind, while the other three dragon boats were ten feet away, so it was impossible to catch up.

The crowd on both sides of the river burst out strong cheers and continued to refuel for the No. 2 dragon boat.

"Whining! Whining!" the slave shouted with his claws in support of Fang Yun.

Yang Yuhuan nervously grabbed the handkerchief.

Zhao Zhuzhen also stared at the development of the situation.

The blue light wrapped the five dragon boats and made them gallop on the river several times faster than ordinary dragon boats, leaving a long water line behind, which startled the river fish.

The drummers on the five dragon boats were beating drums desperately, echoing the cries of the people on both sides of the Strait.

The ship is fast, and the people sitting on it are not affected at all. Everyone is writing the second poem quickly to compete for the last vitality of heaven and earth.

As Shi Dehong stopped writing, a talent of one foot two inches appeared on the paper in front of him. Although it was far less than the previous one foot nine inches, it was enough to make many people admire it. He secretly praised him as a disciple of Shijun.

The talent of dragon boat No. 1 immediately soared to six feet nine, a full foot higher than that of dragon boat No. 2.

Listen to Dragon Boat No. 1 suddenly accelerate with a huge sound of water distribution, and almost surpass Dragon Boat No. 2 in the blink of an eye!

The people of dragon boat No. 2 stepped up their writing, and Qian Juren finished it quickly, but this time his poetry was only three inches. He sighed and his eyes were dim. If more time was given, he was confident of writing better poetry, but now he couldn't write it at all.

Then, Yan Yukong wrote a poem about the county. The total talent height of dragon boat No. 1 soared by one foot eight to eight foot seven inches.

The two sides of the Strait cheered for the No. 2 dragon boat, and the shouting weakened. In this second round of celebration, only two people made their talent reach such a high level. If the other four people completed their poems, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In the Dragon Boat Race of Jingguo over the years, no dragon boat has more than ten feet of talent.

The poems of the other four people of dragon boat No. 1 were then made, and all played normally.

On the dragon boat of Qingguo people, there is a talent light column of 11 feet and 7 inches!

No. 1 dragon boat went straight to Longtou bridge at an incredible speed, leaving Fang Yun's No. 2 dragon boat far behind.

There were tens of thousands of people on both sides of the Yudai River, but no one shouted at this time.

The drum sound on the dragon boat seemed to be the only sound in the world. The sound was so empty that it made people cold.

Many Jingguo people showed despair. The gap between the literati of the two countries was too large. Several young Mongolian children even red their eyes and might cry at any time.

"Whine! Whine!"

Only Nu Nu is confident to cheer for Fang Yun.

Zhao Zhuzhen sighed softly. It's not that Fang Yun can't do it, but that others are too bad. The dragon boat culture club is not a contest between two people, but a contest between two teams.

"OK!" Tong Li, standing on the South Bank of Longtou bridge, couldn't help shouting. He was so happy that he didn't have to pay the holy page and kneel down. As long as Fang Yun left Yuhai City, he would be a maocai.

Suddenly, a huge fist waved.

"Kill you, Qingguo man!" the big man said and hit. The people around him were angry and immediately punched and kicked Tong Li.

"I'm wrong! I'm wrong about the boat. I'm not from Qingguo! I'm a boy! My grandfather is a boy waiter!" Tong Li shouted. The other boys didn't dare to hit anyone, so they had to help him block it and explain.

As soon as those people heard that Tong Li was the voice of Yuhai Chengkou, they knew it was true and immediately dispersed.

Tong Li stood up with a black nose and a swollen face. His nose blood kept flowing down. His good friend immediately tore off his clothes to block his nose blood.

Tong Li looked around carefully and scolded in a low voice: "Fang Yun, you're dead! As long as you leave Yuhai City, you'll die! I'll be counted on you if I'm beaten!"

With that, Tong Li looked at the backward No. 2 dragon boat.

The other five people of dragon boat No. 2 have done their best, but in the end, they can only increase their talent to seven feet three, which is four feet four less than that of dragon boat No. 1.

The officials of Jingguo upstairs sighed softly that this is the Dragon Boat Cultural Association. One person's strength can never turn the war situation. Coupled with various restrictions, even if the four talents come here, they may lose.

Qian Juren looked at the No. 1 Dragon Boat speeding like the wind in front of him. His eyes were wet. He didn't expect that after working hard for so long, he would still lose. Jingguo would still bear the stigma of eighteen consecutive defeats.

"No, we still have Fang Yun! And Fang Shuangjia!" Qian Juren suddenly turned his head to Fang Yun and shouted in the drum, "Fang Yun, it's up to you! It's up to you!"

Fang Yun glanced at Qian and focused on the key points. His mind was agitated.

Words such as weapons and ships are not allowed in poetry, which does not mean that ships cannot be written!

Fang Yun took a deep breath and wrote in Liuti block letters, stroke by stroke.

Minus magnolia, race.

Feng Zimo, the king of the mansion, had no hope and read Fang Yun's new words in a low voice.

"The red flag was held high and flew out of the deep willows. Eh? The word Fei was used well, but it was only used well. He wrote about dragon boat racing. Wouldn't the word boat or boat appear?"

Feng Zimo couldn't help commenting.

Feng Zimo was about to read Fang Yun's second sentence when he heard a huge and rapid thunder from Fang Yun's paper.

The six people in Dragon Boat No. 1 were talking and laughing. When the thunder came out, they were all stunned, but Yan Yukong suddenly turned back and stared at Fang Yun.

The thunder even knocked down the drums of five dragon boats, and everyone on both sides of the Strait could hear it clearly. Many people looked at Fang Yun blankly and didn't understand what had happened, but some people reacted immediately.

"There's a sound in the pen?"

"No, it's not complete yet. It can only be regarded as' the first cry of the pen ', barely entering the first stage of calligraphy."

"This is actually a war word?" a man shouted excitedly.

"Jingguo will win!"

I don't know who shouted, and the originally silent two sides immediately made a tsunami like cheering sound.

"Jingguo will win!"

Feng Zimo's face suddenly became red. Guided by his talent, he sent his voice into the vitality of heaven and earth to ensure that everyone in more than ten miles could hear his voice.

"The red flag is held high and flies out of the deep willows. The drum blows the spring thunder, breaking the smoke and coming back far."

As soon as this sentence came out, countless literati marveled at it. They showed the sharpness and speed of the Dragon Boat breaking through everything on the water surface incisively and vividly, echoing the word "flying" in front, which has the meaning of war poetry.

"The cheers shook the earth and scared away the fighting spirit of thousands of people. Jinbi louxi won the first prize! Good! It clearly wrote about the dragon boat race, but there was no word 'boat' or 'boat' in the whole article, but it wrote the meaning of the Dragon Boat Race perfectly! It will turn defeat into victory!"

As Feng Zimo finished, the paper in front of Fang Yun burned, forming a far more powerful force than ordinary poetry, turning into a light enveloping Fang Yun's dragon boat.

The vitality of heaven and earth in the whole dragon boat racing reach was suddenly shocked. The river was pressed down a foot deep by invisible forces. The speed of the other four dragon boats slowed down. The green light on the surface of the four dragon boats was decreasing at a visible speed, while the green light on the surface of No. 2 dragon boat was increasing rapidly.

"It's war poetry. Only war poetry can plunder the world vitality of other dragon boats at the Dragon Boat literature meeting."

"It's a word of galloping. To be exact, it's a word of blowing. The auxiliary ship speeds up. Unfortunately, it's not handed down."

"How could he make a handed down poem? You think too much."

Tong Li, who was still cheerful just now, looked like earth.

"Finished, finished." Tong Li said and ran away.

A boy in civilian clothes stopped him, took out a treasure knife from his waist with his right hand and said, "our childe asked me to stare at you."

Tong Li knew that the other party was the front guard of the imperial palace. He stayed where he was and didn't dare to move. He muttered to himself, "it's over..."