The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1592: People as Mirrors

Soon, the news that the Chu State's Zhujiang Army had been purged became known to everyone.

Some of the university scholars who often fought with Fang Yun on the wall of Jieshan sent letters, some comforting, some persuading, and some expressing their willingness to go to Chu with Fang Yun to shock the King of Chu.

Fang Yun thanked them one by one and said that he could solve it.

This matter must not be easily resolved!

However, the battle of Bi Can must be completed.

Afterwards, Xie Bingzhi and Qu Tong, the two general secretaries of the Wenjie Division who were responsible for contacting the Zhujiang Army, approached and talked to Fang Yun about Zhang Jing'an and the King of Chu's purge of the Zhujiang Army. They persuaded Fang Yun to try to keep his mind and not to be confused, because this is Liangjie Mountain, and if he is not careful, he will die in battle.

Fang Yun expressed his gratitude, but in the next few days, he kept a gloomy face and never smiled again.

The test of the Ninth Mountain Battle was originally a huge pressure. Fang Yun led the army to participate in the battle and shouldered the burden of the entire army. Even so, he had to continue to study hard and improve himself. Now that Zhang Jing'an was in trouble and Zhujiang City was purged by the King of Chu, even the biggest happy event could not make Fang Yun smile.

The Qishan Army and the Zhujiang Army exchanged defenses. The soldiers of the Zhujiang Army looked coldly. Most of the soldiers of the Qishan Army were ashamed, but some people were complacent and proud of it instead of being ashamed.

Gou Bao had been frowning for a while. After all, it was difficult to catch up with the Zhujiang Army in the military merit book, but he had been in a good mood in the past few days and did not hide his inner relaxation.

When the two armies met, Fang Yun just glanced at them indifferently and stopped talking.

The two sides passed by each other, and Gou Bao suddenly said: "Prince Jing, the plum blossoms in Jingzhou City must be in full bloom now. The white plum blossoms are noble and the red plum blossoms are like blood."

"Yes, the red plum blossoms are the most beautiful in winter."

Fang Yun took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly and continued to move forward.

"You bastard." Wang Li couldn't help cursing. The red plums like blood naturally referred to Zhang Jing'an and the injured or dead who were purged.

"The defeated dog howled." Gou Bao snorted coldly and walked away.

Five gray robes followed the Pearl River Army. Four of them frowned, but soon regained their composure. The young scholar named Du Ling kept smiling, as if he didn't care that Gou Bao was attacking the Pearl River Army and Fang Yun.

Looking at the back of the Qishan Army, Wang Li whispered: "My Lord, can you really solve it yourself? If you are short of manpower, call me! If I swallow this breath, what kind of scholar am I! We can't afford to offend the King of Chu, but we can definitely trick that old guy Gou Bao."

"Yes!" The eyes of the generals of the Pearl River Army lit up.

"I have my own plan for this matter." Fang Yun said.

The generals showed disappointment and continued to fight.

The other four gray robes stood behind the Pearl River Army on guard, and Du Ling entered the Pearl River Army to participate in the battle.

Eight hours later, the Zhujiang Army changed its internal defense. Du Ling retreated and stopped beside Fang Yun to rest for a while. He still had a smile on his face. After resting for an hour, he joined the battle again.

The next morning, the Qishan Army came and the Zhujiang Army slowly retreated. The two sides handed over.

Fang Yun ignored the Qishan Army soldiers. After a little preparation, he led the Zhujiang Army away. The five gray robes also walked down the wall with the Zhujiang Army. Du Ling was smiling all the time.

Seeing Du Ling like this again, several generals joked with him. Du Ling was not angry and kept smiling, while the other four gray robes kept a straight face.

Especially the gray-robed Hanlin Xu Changxiang, who had been wearing a mask to cover his mouth since they met. No one had ever seen him smile, and no one had even seen him eat, which was a great contrast with Du Ling.

After returning to the barracks, Fang Yun gave a brief lecture as usual, pointing out the advantages and disadvantages of yesterday's battle, and then walked towards his barracks.

Walking out of the barracks, Fang Yun stretched out his hand to push the door, and heard a light cough from behind. As a scholar of the Gewu realm, Fang Yun immediately determined that it was Du Ling's voice.

Fang Yun turned his head to look at Du Ling, who was smiling. Du Ling bowed his hands, and like all the gray robes, he did not speak.

"Write it." Fang Yun was too lazy to be polite, and raised his chin to indicate that he could write whatever he wanted.

Du Ling smiled, took out paper and ink to write.

"Lord Zhujiang Hou, I am a humble person, but I have found that the morale of the Zhujiang army is unstable in the past few days, so I dared to come here."

Fang Yun did not want to be polite with Du Ling, and rolled his eyes at him, saying: "If I had the time to write nonsense, I would have finished it long ago, just speak directly."

Du Ling smiled and continued to write.

"Your emotions have affected the Pearl River Army."

Fang Yun was stunned, and countless thoughts emerged in his mind. The powerful divine consciousness made him understand instantly that he had been depressed these days because of the purge of Zhang Jing'an and the Pearl River Army. Although he did not get angry or do other unreasonable things, all the soldiers saw it and they would naturally be affected.

Fang Yun did not need a mirror. With the ability of a university scholar, he directly observed his complexion and found that his complexion was indeed gloomier than usual. So he immediately restrained his extremely light sorrow and returned to normal. He bowed and said, "Thank you, brother Du Ling, for pointing it out. Using copper as a mirror, you can adjust your clothes; using the past as a mirror, you can understand the rise and fall; using people as a mirror, you can understand gains and losses. You are my mirror today."

Du Ling grinned and waved his left hand, while his right hand kept writing: "I dare not, I dare not..."

Fang Yun could not help but smile and said, "I have never seen a handwritten 'I dare not' in my life."

Du Ling smiled and continued to write: "Zhang Mingzhou is indeed a great talent. It is difficult for any university scholar to understand others' advice like you, and even speak witty words."

"The so-called witty words are thanks to your inspiration." Fang Yun said.

Du Ling smiled and wrote: "Your three words of mirror are thought-provoking. Can you write them down and give them to me?"

"Okay, come back to the study with me." Fang Yun took Du Ling back to the study and wrote "Use copper as a mirror to correct your clothes and hat; use the ancient as a mirror to know the rise and fall; use people as a mirror to understand gains and losses" as a calligraphy and gave it to Du Ling.

"Thank you, Zhang Mingzhou." Du Ling finished writing and walked out happily holding the calligraphy.

Fang Yun smiled and saw him off. He was about to ask Du Ling why he joined the gray robe, but he took the words back when he was about to say it, because it was very likely that Du Ling wanted to avenge his father's murder and couldn't bring up his bad memories, so Fang Yun smiled and asked: "I heard that you used to cry a lot, why do you smile every day later?"

Du Ling stopped, then carefully put Fang Yun's calligraphy away, turned around and looked at Fang Yun seriously, and smiled and lowered his head to write.

"Can't let the monster see my tears!" Du Ling finished writing, looked up at Fang Yun, and smiled.

Fang Yun looked into Du Ling's eyes and felt that the world was standing tall in them.

Fang Yun reached out and took the paper on which Du Ling wrote "Don't let the monsters see my tears" and said, "Give this calligraphy to me."

The two smiled at each other.

The battle in Liangjie Mountain seemed to never stop.

On the night of the first day of December, the soldiers of the Zhujiang Army continued to fight after dinner.

Fang Yun was reading on Pingbu Qingyun, but suddenly he raised his head, put away the book, and looked forward.

At the same time, many university scholars or great scholars also looked forward.

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