The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Daniu's voice was so loud that the people around him looked over. They vaguely guessed that it might be Fang Yun's family members and listened secretly.

But some people didn't hear it and thought that Daniu Fang was bragging. They curled their lips and listened secretly.

General Lai Pianjiang laughed and said, "I heard that you like our little Ying. If your young master writes a poem about the Chinese Valentine's Day, I will make the decision to betroth her to you."

Xiaoying, the maid beside Mrs. Lai, suddenly blushed and moved back, not daring to see anyone.

People around him laughed, and Fang Daniu's face turned red, his head lowered and he did not dare to speak.

Yang Yuhuan, like the matron of the family, said happily: "Then I will accept the offer for Daniu! As long as Xiaoying agrees, when our family Xiaoyun writes the Chinese Valentine's Day poem for Zhenguo, the two of us will be engaged! Mr. Lai, can you do it then? Don’t keep your words.”

"Of course! But everything depends on Fang Maocai. The key is whether he can be a beautiful man! Don't blame me if Daniel can't marry Xiaoying!" Lai Pianjiang said with a smile.

"It must be possible!" Fang Daniu suddenly said loudly.

Everyone laughed, and Xiaoying even covered her face with her hands and hid behind Mrs. Lai, shy but happy.

Yang Yuhuan smiled slightly and looked at the city wall with lanterns everywhere.

On the Chinese Valentine's Day, they were going to see Altair and Vega. Everyone in the city tower left and came to the wide city wall. The city wall of Yuhai City was built by the Semi-Saint to protect the demon clan from tsunamis. It was more than ten feet thick and was more than enough for an open-air banquet.

Everyone chatted while eating, waiting for the right time to officially hold the Qixi Festival Ci Party.

Because Jiangzhou's rain problem has been relieved, it is gratifying that this year Magistrate Dong has specially expanded the scope of the banquet. In the past, he only invited famous people, but this year he invited many young scholars, including Mengtong, Tongsheng, Xiucai and young officials. Along with the invitation, thirty tables of banquets were set up on the city wall.

Many soldiers stood by the city wall, with intact dragon skins and many dragon scales at their feet.

After everyone had finished eating, Magistrate Dong asked people to remove the cups and plates, replace them with tea, and then stood up slowly.

Everyone at the city wall immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at Magistrate Dong together.

Many people who participated in the Chinese Valentine's Day literary gathering smiled slightly, because as expected, the opening lines of such major festival literary gatherings are all the most famous poems and essays, as a way to thank or commemorate the sages.

“The distant Altair, the bright river, the Han girl.

The slender hands are used to make tricks.

I can't make up my mind all day long, and my tears are like rain.

The river is clear and shallow. How far has it gone?

There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless. "

Magistrate Dong opened his mouth with spring thunder, and even borrowed the power of the official seal to exhaust the talent of the temple and recited a famous Chinese Valentine's Day poem from the late Eastern Han Dynasty. His voice was sonorous and powerful, with cadences and rhythms, conveying the melancholy and sadness of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl being separated by the Milky Way. Come on.

The power of the tongue-splitting spring thunder spread in all directions, and because of the help of the official seal, everyone in the city heard this ancient poem clearly, and they were all affected by the sorrow of the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd who could not meet each other. Especially those women whose husbands are away from home all year round, some hold their children in their arms, and some secretly wipe their tears.

Even the boys and girls were moved and worried, fearing that they would be like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the future.

After reciting the poem, Magistrate Dong said: "Just a few hours ago, the rain covered the city and the whole state was covered with clouds, which lasted for more than half a month. This evil dragon is the son of Saint Jiao, with demonic power reaching the sky. He colluded with the scum of the human race to take advantage of the Chinese Valentine's Day. Ci will attack, slander our race’s number one scholar Fang Yun, try to suppress my Jingguo literary reputation, and destroy my Jingguo’s courage!”

Magistrate Dong paused, looked around everyone, and looked specifically at the Qingguo people.

Some of those Qingguo people were ashamed, some were angry, and could not bear to be accused of colluding with King Jiao.

Magistrate Dong took a deep breath and continued: "But, God bless the human race! God bless Jingguo! God bless Jade Sea! We, the scholars of Jingguo, set an example for Fang Yun. As a scholar, we endured the slander of Qingguo and the evil dragon and angrily And write "Ode to the Sun", call out the golden dragon of the sun, sweep away the dark clouds in the sky, restore a bright and prosperous world to our Jiangzhou, and peel off the horns of the Jiao King, destroy the demons and eliminate evil!"

Many soldiers immediately held up the dragon's entire skin, and some held up pieces of dragon scales.

The whole Yuhai City burst into cheers.

Many people who originally did not want to participate in the Qixi Festival Poetry Contest flocked to Nanfeng City. For a time, the streets were empty, and families went there.

At this time, no one cares whether Fang Yun provoked King Jiao. After Fang Yun won the first place in the Dragon Boat Festival that day, defeating the Qingguo scholar, he has become the soul of Yuhai City and the backbone of Jiangzhou. , now he actually accomplished a feat that all officials in Jiangzhou could not do, and everyone was moved by it.

Under the city tower, someone shouted Fang Yun's name at first, and then more and more people started shouting in unison.

"Fang Yun! Fang Yun! Fang Yun!"

Tens of thousands of people shouted loudly, especially those who had relatives in other places, fearing that their relatives would be affected by the disaster, and were extremely grateful to Fang Yun.

Fang Daniu, Lai Pianjiang and others couldn't help shouting, not only to thank Fang Yun, but also to vent the pressure from the rain that had hit the city these days.

The city has the power of the temple to drain away the rain, and there is a clear sky above. However, the days when it is surrounded by dark clouds and heavy rain are more distressing than the presence of rain. Everyone seems to be trapped in a water prison, fearing that the power of the temple will disappear and the whole city will be flooded. city.

Fang Yun saved the whole city and Jiangzhou!

At this moment, the people of Yuhai City truly regarded Fang Yun as a leader like Li Wenying.

Yang Yuhuan did not follow the shouting, but just looked at the city wall, tears streaming down his face unknowingly.

At this moment, Magistrate Dong walked to the city wall and made a gesture of invitation.

Fang Yun stood up, walked proudly to the city wall, and clasped his fists to the people below the city.

The cheers became more enthusiastic, mixed with screams and shouts from many people.

"Fang Yun wins! God bless the human race!"

"The best talent in the world, Fang Banxiang of Jingguo!"

"His talent surpasses that of Qingguo, and his name spreads all over the world!"

Fang Yun clasped his fists again, and then had to step back and leave, because those people were too enthusiastic, and there was a trend of more and more people coming.

Before returning to his seat, Fang Yun looked at Prefect Dong and nodded to express his gratitude, because Prefect Dong deliberately used the official seal to let the whole city hear it, which was to spread his merits and fame for him, which could be said to be the greatest kindness.

Those people from Qing either bowed their heads and pretended not to hear, or their faces turned green like moss, thinking that the Jiao King risked his muscles and skin to peel off for more than half a month, and in the end he was not only really skinned, but also became a stepping stone for Fang Yun to become famous. Fortunately, it was only the Jiao King. If the Jiao Saint accidentally fell into Fang Yun's hands, it would not be the prefect's message to the city, but the imperial decree to the world. Even if you put cotton in your ears, you can hear the voice of the semi-saint praising Fang Yun, and the water monsters in the Yangtze River will be too embarrassed to see people.

A Qing man whispered: "Or...or let's go."

"I have a bad feeling!" A scholar said, covering his swollen face.

"This Fang Yun...is a bit weird. The great scholar helped him drive away the mourners of the Liu family, and the dragon clan envoy helped him peel off the Jiao King's skin. If he writes another unprecedented Qixi poem, we...will wake up in our dreams shouting Fang Yun's name in the future." One person said dejectedly.

Shijun's first disciple lowered his voice and said angrily: "Where are your literary talents? Where are your oaths to give everything for Qingguo!"

One person whispered: "Mencius said: Hold Taishan to cross the North Sea." Then he was embarrassed to continue.

Another person added the words in "Mencius": "I can't."

Shijun's first disciple was almost mad at the two people, and shouted in a low voice: "Shut up! Wait until he can't write a good Qixi poem, I must make him look good!"

"What if he does it?" One person asked in a low voice.

Shijun's first disciple opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. Finally, he snorted coldly, drank tea, and looked at the people of Jingguo coldly.

Because this Qixi Ci meeting was particularly grand, the Qixi Ci meeting was divided into several steps, starting with Mengtong, Tongsheng, Xiucai and Juren presented their Qixi poems in turn, and Dong Zhifu read the best poem with his tongue bursting with spring thunder.

Dong Zhifu quickly finished reading the best poem of Juren, but the people under the city couldn't listen and continued to talk about it.

"Why isn't Fang Yun the first-placed poem? Fang Yun's Qixi poem is not as good as others?"

"How is that possible? Is Fang Yun not going to write a Qixi poem today?"

"Strange, the Qixi poem party above hasn't ended yet, wait a little longer."

General Lai smiled and said to Fang Daniu: "Your young master's poem hasn't appeared yet, have you given up?"

Fang Daniu said guiltily: "The poem party hasn't ended yet, wait and see!"

"Then wait a little longer." General Lai smiled.

At this moment, the voice of Prefect Dong spread throughout the Southern Sub-City: "The Poet of Qing Country wants to present a poem to our country, now please ask the Poet's first disciple to recite a poem."

Prefect Dong finished speaking, glanced at Fang Yun, then looked at the Poet's first disciple, smiled, and said: "Please."

Many people from Jing Country looked at the Poet's first disciple, and everyone knew that deliberately letting the Poet's first disciple recite a poem first was to protect Fang Yun. If Shijun's poetry talent is not good enough, then Fang Yun will not be allowed to write lyrics. If Shijun's poetry talent is not good enough, then Fang Yun will be allowed to write a lyric. Although poetry and lyrics cannot be truly suppressed, the suppression of literary reputation is inevitable.

Shijun's first disciple was not fooled and sneered: "Why, Fang Yun is timid? Afraid that the Qixi lyrics are too bad? Fang Yun does not write Qixi lyrics, then I will not write Shijun's poems! Don't treat me as a three-year-old child."

Dong Zhifu looked at Fang Yun helplessly.

Fang Yun nodded and said: "Then I will show my ugliness and write a Qixi lyrics. Please teach me, Shijun's first disciple."

After that, Fang Yun walked towards the table with pens and ink.

Dong Zhifu and others cast inquiring eyes at Fang Yun, wanting to know how confident he was, but Fang Yun stared at the table.

Nunu jumped to the table first, holding the inkstone with his claws and slowly grinding the ink.

Prefect Dong held the official seal in his hand, forming a strange power that enveloped Fang Yun's desk, so that once Fang Yun wrote, everyone could directly see the rising talent on the paper.

After Nunu had ground the ink, Fang Yun picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, then wrote on it, starting with the three characters of the ci tune "Queqiaoxian".

There was silence on the city wall, and many people even stopped breathing, quietly waiting for Fang Yun's ci. All the people of Jingguo were worried that Fang Yun would not write well enough.

Fang Yun continued to write, and Prefect Dong read along.

"The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, and the Milky Way is far away and dark."

As soon as this whole sentence came out, the orange talent burst out from the paper like a foot high, which scared the people around.

Talent can go beyond the county with a foot, and only a whole sentence is more than a foot, and the talent is like exploding, which everyone has never seen before!

Could it be...

Countless people thought of Fang Yun's other nickname, and the people of Jingguo were greatly encouraged. Feng Yuanjun whispered: "The changing scenery of the clouds, the hatred of the shooting stars, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl quietly crossed the distant river, and the words were wonderful." However, his expression was extremely nervous, because the beginning was wonderful but the rest was insufficient.

"Huh, the first sentence is mediocre." Shijun's first disciple relaxed a little.

Sorry, I'm twenty minutes late.