The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1610 Zhang does not want to leave his name

The carriage moved forward slowly, making a squeaking sound.

In the literary world, there were not many people who cared about Fang Yun. Apart from Zhang Jing'an, there were only a few people.

Since returning to the literary world, Fang Yun has discovered that the Holy Temple has stored a large number of biographies for him. As long as he accepts them, tens of thousands of swan geese biographies will fly to him.

Fang Yun gave up accepting it for the time being and sat in the carriage.

Not long after, the carriage arrived at a vegetable market in the south of the city and slowly moved forward in the market.

It was already dark at this moment, and the market was a little dim.

The driver didn't know what happened and just followed Fang Yun's instructions to drive.

After driving for a while, Fang Yun suddenly opened the curtain slightly and looked out through the gap.

It's freezing cold and there are fewer people in the vegetable market than usual, but the vegetable vendors are doing business as usual.

I saw a dim yellow lantern hanging in a simple wooden shed. Under the lantern were many warm boxes. The warm boxes were covered with quilts, with a few green vegetable leaves exposed. A couple in their fifties and sixties wore Wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, he was standing in the wooden shed, tapping his feet lightly and occasionally shouting.

"Fresh cabbage costs only eighteen cents a head..." Lao Guo shouted loudly, glanced at the carriage, and saw the curtains of the carriage falling.

Lao Guo suddenly stopped talking and watched the carriage gradually go away with confusion.

"Old man, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, I just feel like there's someone I know sitting in the carriage."

"Those who can ride in carriages are rich people. How many rich people can you know?"

Lao Guo chuckled and slowly straightened his spine.

Fang Yun listened to the old couple's words and smiled slightly. Last year when I took Zhang Jing'an to dig out manure, I was with this old Guo. This man was kind and honest and helped a lot. When Fang Yun took Zhang Jing'an away, he left Lao Guo a thousand taels of silver, plus his own hands. A piece of paper written by "Zhujiang Marquis Zhang Longxiang".

Seeing that Lao Guo was not implicated by him, Fang Yun felt relieved, but then his face darkened.

When he was in Pearl River City, Fang Yun once visited the home of a rural couple. Because the King of Chu was purging the Pearl River Army, his visit to that family was exposed, which resulted in the couple being exiled, and the peasant woman died on the way to exile. .

Fang Yun's eyes dimmed, but he quickly returned to normal.

The carriage continued to move forward, and after a while, it stopped at the door of a restaurant on Changhe Street.

Changhe Street is not the most prosperous street. Nobles and dignitaries with status in the capital will never come here. However, some wealthy people often come here. It is also a gathering place for ordinary scholars.

Fang Yun looked up and saw the four characters "Ji's Restaurant" written on the black door. It was no different from other restaurants on this street. It was three stories high, but Fang Yun chose this place.

Fang Yun asked the coachman to stay downstairs, stepped into Ji's Restaurant, took a quick glance, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Perhaps because it was a winter night, the first and second floors were not busy. A waiter came over and asked Fang Yun. Fang Yun casually threw him a tael of silver and asked him to leave, and then walked to the third floor.

The third floor was different from the one below. It was very lively. When Fang Yun heard the voices of everyone, he knew that it might be a small literary gathering. However, he was a scholar, and he only went to the third floor to have a look. The stairs were not blocked, so he went up. Nothing wrong, so continue walking upwards.

The stairs were against the wall. Fang Yun was walking to the middle of the stairs. A waiter upstairs looked down with a smile and said, "My guest, are you attending a cultural conference?"

Fang Yun looked up at the waiter on the third floor, stopped on the stairs, and said, "If scholars are not allowed to enter on the third floor, I can go to other restaurants."

Fang Yun noticed that the waiter's attitude had changed significantly, and his face was cold and wary.

"It stands to reason that people who are not members of the literary society are not allowed to go to the third floor." The waiter's tone was very rude.

The waiter took another look at Fang Yun. At this moment, Fang Yun looked like Zhang Longxiang. Although he was a strong man with a beard, he had an extraordinary temperament. The waiter hesitated.

At this time, three scholars walked to the stairs. They were all wearing children's clothes and looked to be in their twenties and almost thirty years old.

After asking the whole story, one of the fair-faced children smiled and said: "Brother, although we held a literary gathering on the third floor and did not invite outsiders, we did not exclude scholars from all over the world. It's just that you didn't wear literary We don’t dare to welcome you rashly. I think...since you want to go to the third floor, how about you write a poem and you can join us as long as you get our approval?"

The literary world is different from the Shengyuan Continent. If a character like Zhang Longxiang appeared in the Shengyuan Continent, 90% of the scholars would recognize it. However, communication in the literary world is not smooth enough, and these people are all children and do not even have official seals, so they cannot enter the literary world. It’s hard to see Zhang Longxiang’s portrait during the talk.

At this moment, more than ten scholars walked to the guardrail of the stairs on the third floor and looked down. Except for four or five scholars, most of them were children, and no one recognized Fang Yun.

When those people asked what had just happened, they all laughed. A kind-faced scholar explained: "My dear fellow, we are not trying to make things difficult for you, but it is a custom in Jingzhou."

Fang Yun smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just a poem."

Fang Yun said, stepping up. After taking three steps, he continued to step forward and said at the same time: "Climb up to the highest building."

Everyone was stunned, and then burst into laughter. Fang Yun interrupted Fang Yun's words. Several young children were out of breath laughing, and even the waiter was snickering.

"My dear friend, you are thirty or forty years old. You wrote this kind of poem and you dare to say that you are a scholar? I am so ashamed for you!"

"If this can be called poetry, then all my poems can help the country!"

“Even when I climb to the highest building, I’m not afraid of falling!”

Fang Yun smiled and continued to walk upstairs, and soon came to the stairs. After scanning the third floor, he said: "Twelve railings for bullfighting."

All laughter stopped.

Niu Dou refers to the position of the stars Niu Dou and Diu Dou. The first sentence is just an ordinary sentence, but the second sentence immediately says that the railings on the third floor are extremely high, soaring to the sky, and can even point directly to the stars.

Although it is not a wonderful sentence, the two sentences together are better than ordinary poems. Only then did all the scholars understand that the first sentence was deliberately written by Fang Yun, firstly to form a sharp contrast with the last sentence, and secondly to set a trap to lure them into taking the bait.

The waiter's smiling face froze. Not even the scholar dared to smile, let alone him.

Fang Yun climbed to the third floor, and the people at the stairs hurriedly separated.

Fang Yun continued as he took a step forward: "Zhang doesn't want to leave his name, for fear of overpowering the fourteen states in the literary world!"

If an ordinary person wrote such a domineering poem, it would inevitably arouse criticism or even ridicule from everyone, but Fang Yun said it himself, with the remaining power of victory in the Battle of Bi Shen, he was so majestic that he was the only one in the world, and all the kings bowed their heads, which made everyone present feel frightened. .

The young students and scholars did not even dare to show their dignity, with cold sweat running down their backs. They felt that the person in front of them was extremely majestic, as if he could crush the fourteen states of the literary world with just one stretch of his hand.

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