The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1520 Seaside Villa

In the Mozhi Academy in Zhucheng, an old scholar stood on the podium, facing the Mengtong students in the academy, his face full of spring breeze.

"I'm afraid you have heard the poem "Spring Hope", but you don't know the true meaning of this poem. All poems can be generally divided into two categories, war poems and non-war poems. War poems are based on literary works It’s easy to understand based on position. So, who knows how to classify non-war poems? Luo Meng, please tell me.”

Then a little Mengtong stood up and said in a clear voice: "Yes, sir. Non-war poems can improve the literary name. From low to high, they are Chuxian, Dafu, Mingzhou, Zhenguo and Chuantianxia. Also There is a higher level of shocking the saints. Generally speaking, poetry does not shock the saints, only well-written articles can shock the saints.”

The old scholar nodded and said: "Sit down." Luo Meng answered very well. Among these two kinds of poems, there is a very special type of poems, called 'passed-down poems'. All non-passed-down war poems can be called strange poems. What is inheritance? Dong Daan, tell me."

I saw a simple and honest child standing up and touching his head, blushing and saying, "I don't understand."

Many children covered their mouths and snickered.

"Sit down," Lao Xiu asked pleasantly, "Who knows the origin of 'Legend from the World'?"

Many children shook their heads.

The old scholar said: "You haven't even finished studying the classics of Confucius and Saints, so it's normal for you not to understand." Ye'. This is the lowest level. Passing down from generation to generation is nothing more than leaving a name for future generations. But passing down from generation to generation means not only that poems can be passed down to future generations, but also that the power contained in such poems can be passed on to others.

Many children slowly raised their chests and were influenced by the words of the old scholar.

The old scholar raised his head and continued in a very proud tone: "Originally, only people from the Holy Yuan Continent could write poems that would be handed down to the world. However, we and other people in the literary world have been looking up to others for thousands of years and have never truly been on an equal footing with the people from the Holy Yuan Continent. But since yesterday Since then, a group of people has also appeared in our Confucius-Shengwen circles. The first poem to be handed down from generation to generation! Yes, this poem is not a war poem and cannot directly kill the enemy; yes, this poem can only be used by at least Hanlin, but it cannot be used by every scholar. However, the purpose of this poem is no less than that of any war poem! World people, for the first time, far surpass the Shengyuan Continent in one aspect!"

Many children's faces turned red with excitement, their fists clenched, and their eyes filled with pride.

The old scholar said categorically: "From today on, you will begin to recite "Spring Hope", remember this poem, and remember this man named Zhang Longxiang. He may be framed to death by the Marquis of Lumen or the King of Chu, but you must remember Come on, the homesickness of hundreds of millions of soldiers for thousands of years can be solved by this one person! Today, I will learn nothing else but this song "Spring Hope"! As a native of Chu and Zhucheng, if you can't recite this song! Poetry, then don’t be a scholar!”

The day after "Spring Hope" appeared, this poem was like a blazing fire, spreading wildly throughout the Confucian and Saint literary circles. 90% of the teachers taught this poem to their students in class that day.

This is the first poem handed down from ancient times in the literary world of Confucius and Saints.

As soon as this poem came out, it was like a rain of greetings.

Fang Yun did not stay in the military camp in Nancheng, but took a carriage to the east outside the city to a courtyard belonging to the Marquis of Zhujiang.

Last night, Zhang Qingfeng and other generals loyal to the Marquis of Zhujiang came to congratulate him, but it was not possible to celebrate in the military camp. Zhucheng was full of the eyes and ears of the Marquis of Lumen, so they all made an appointment to come to the Phoenix Villa on the seaside.

This courtyard was Zhang Wankong's favorite place back then.

There are several hills on the seaside ten miles away from Zhucheng, including Fenghuang Mountain, which is about a hundred feet high. This mountain and all the nearby fields are the property of Zhujiang Marquis.

When the carriage arrived at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain, Fang Yun said: "Stop. I walked up the mountain with my father back then. From then on, I don't take a car to go up Fenghuang Mountain."

"Yes, sir."

Fang Yun lifted the front of his robe and stepped out of the carriage.

Directly ahead is a hill with jagged rocks and lush trees. A winding road leads to the mountainside and reaches a courtyard.

Fang Yun's eyes left Phoenix Mountain and looked east.

The nearest place is the light green farmland, which is neat and tidy, with farmers and buffaloes busy, and further away is the blue ocean. The sea breeze blows, the waves are sparkling, and the sound of seagulls is sweet and clear.

The sky is clear and transparent, and the hot sunshine shines on the earth and ocean.

Fang Yun glanced at the farmlands and farmers. Because of yesterday's dangerous experience, he suddenly felt envious of this leisurely life.

Last night, Fang Yun got the exact news that Marquis Lumen was indeed going to cause Ying Xiao to punish him for a serious crime. However, as soon as the "Spring Hope" came out, all the soldiers' letters home went straight to their hometowns. Not only did all the anger accumulated by the soldiers disappear, Fang Yun And gain their gratitude.

Just last night, some letters from home flew straight into Zhucheng from afar and reached the hands of the receiving soldiers as soon as possible.

Now, not only did Fang Yun's prestige in Zhucheng rise to an all-time high, but he also became tall and majestic in the minds of all the soldiers in Chu State, the literary world, and even Shengyuan Continent.

The crisis was temporarily lifted, and Fang Yun finally saw through Shushan's first test.

It was not the rectification of the Pearl River Army that Old Man Shushan called at all, but the murderous intention of King Chu!

The two tests are one light and one dark, and the dark test is even more dangerous.

"With this title, I'm sure the King of Chu won't kill me right away, and I can relax and rest for a few days." Fang Yun was about to walk towards Fenghuang Courtyard when a peasant couple walked towards him on the side of the road.

The two farmers were not good-looking, and their skin was dark because of the sea breeze and labor. They greeted each other with a smile and called each other Mr. Hanlin, but unlike ordinary people, they were not humble at all, nor did they call him Mr. Hanlin. It was more like respecting scholars rather than high officials.

Fang Yun liked the attitude of the two farmers and smiled and said that the scenery here was excellent, so he smiled and said, "How was the harvest last year?"

The two stopped and the farmer answered with a smile.

Fang Yun chatted with the two for a while. When they parted, the farmer also invited Fang Yun to his home for dinner. Fang Yun agreed and said that he would definitely visit.

Fang Yun walked along the mountain road and approached Fenghuang Villa. He looked back at the foot of the mountain.

The two farmers walked leisurely, slowly and steadily.

"Maybe I can stay here for a few days..."

Fang Yun thought to himself and continued to walk towards Fenghuang Villa.

There were many carriages parked at the gate of Fenghuang Villa. Before Fang Yun could reach the gate, two old Hanlins led by Zhang Qingfeng and Wang Li came out to greet him with seven Jinshi generals.

Fang Yun strode forward, chatting and laughing with them as he walked inside.

This was just a seemingly ordinary gathering, but it was extraordinary for everyone present.

For the nine generals, they had completely stood on Fang Yun's side.

For Fang Yun, he finally had a fixed team and controlled 40% of the Pearl River Army.

Ten people sat in the Phoenix Courtyard, drinking tea and chatting in the pavilion, facing the sea breeze and looking out at the sea.

After an hour, Zhang Qingfeng frowned and said, "The court meeting has not ended yet, and I'm afraid the court is in chaos."

Everyone nodded gently and looked at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun picked up the teacup calmly and drank it slowly, as if he was out of the matter.

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