The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Feng Yuanjun said: "The Cowherd and the Vega Star have existed for hundreds of millions of years, but in the end they only shine on the two of you. Even if the magic of these two stars is not one ten thousandth of that of Wenqu Star, they will still be of great use. You can rest assured that they will definitely shine in the future." You will discover the wonder of this Chinese Valentine’s Day star photo!”

Fang Yun nodded and was about to talk in detail when someone suddenly shouted.

"Shijun's first disciple! Where are you going! Stop!" A young man's voice sounded.

The originally lively city wall suddenly became silent. Whether it was those who were moved by this poem and fell into deep thought, or those who were exploring the beauty of this poem, they all followed the sound.

They saw Shi Jun's disciple standing stiffly beside the table, his face full of shame and his eyes showing resentment.

Fang Yun took a closer look and saw that he was less than three steps away from his seat.

The teenagers at the next table smiled proudly.

Some other Qingguo people simply turned their faces away. It was so embarrassing. A man who was the first disciple of the poet king and a member of the Qingguo family, and who was bound to be a Jinshi this year, was exposed by a few children.

The poet's disciple said: "I want to clean my hands."

Fang Yun shook his head secretly. The first disciple of a generation of poets actually used going to the toilet as an excuse to escape. Qingguo's face was about to be lost.

Magistrate Dong said calmly: "You can clean your hands, but first take out Master Shijun's Qixi Festival poem."

"We've been waiting a long time!"

"Take it out! Doesn't Shijun want to suppress my Panorama Kingdom? Fang Zhenguo's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" is here, you can try it by pressing it!"

"Please write a poem, Lord Poet."

Many people watched the show with smiles.

Fang Yun suddenly remembered the scene in which the Jingguo people were compared with the Qingguo people. At that time, the Jingguo people were extremely excited, almost gnashing their teeth in revenge, but now it was completely different, they were almost teasing.

Fang Yun felt very relieved that Jingguo people finally had confidence.

The stars were shining brightly in the sky, oil lamps were lined up on the city wall, and more than thirty tables of Jingguo people looked at the poet's first disciple.

The first disciple of Shijun felt sad. Once upon a time, he came to Jingguo like an imperial envoy. He didn't take the people of Jingguo seriously at all. He even beat and scolded the people of Jingguo without being responsible. At most, he paid some money. But since Fang Yun came into being, Jing Guo has completely changed.

Qingguo suffered unprecedented defeats one after another, and Qingguo's literary reputation was almost suppressed by Fang Yun alone. This was something that had never happened in the two hundred years since Qingguo was founded.

Even when Chen Guanhai, Li Wenying and others were galloping around the world, Qingguo always won more and lost less.

But in front of Fang Yun, Qingguo has never won!

Shi Jun's first disciple knew clearly that if Fang Yun's poems this time were only Mingzhou, then he would not be ashamed to take out his mentor's Mingzhou poems. But Fang Yun's poems became Zhenguo, and his talent was four and a half feet tall, unparalleled. Qixi Festival poems, if there are no better Qixi Festival poems within a hundred years, this one will definitely reach the level of being spread all over the world.

The poet can't write a few poems to support the country in his life, let alone spread them all over the world.

Seeing the various looks in the eyes of hundreds of Jingguo people, Shi Junshou's nose felt sore and he almost cried. Just a year ago, they looked at Jingguo people in this way.

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "It rained heavily in Jiangzhou, and that poem was soaked by the rain."

Several teenagers were so angry that they almost had their noses twisted. They didn't dare to take it out, but they actually dared to take the opportunity to smear Jiangzhou's flood disaster.

Magistrate Dong said coldly: "Shijun gave us poems as a gift, but Shijun's disciples actually want to be greedy for ink. Come, take them down, strip them naked, and search them!"

"Got the order!"

The soldiers nearby shouted in unison.

Shijun's first disciple quickly took out a rolled-up page of paper from his sleeve, then quickly crumpled it into a ball under everyone's surprised eyes, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it hard. In the process of swallowing, his eyes bulged and his face looked ferocious, like a demon.

"Haha! I said no, no! Want to use this to attack my mentor? Dreaming! This poem belongs to our Qing country, we have the final say! Want to overpower our Qing country? Wait another thousand years!"

Not only the people from Jingguo looked at him in shock, but also several people from Qingguo were also extremely shocked.

A member of the Qing Kingdom showed embarrassment and stood up and said: "Writers are judged by their talents. If you are inferior, you are inferior. It's not like we in Qing have never lost. Why do you do this? If it spreads, Shijun's face will be stained." You have been completely embarrassed, and Qingguo has been completely embarrassed by you! When did our Qingguo become a country that cannot afford to lose?"

Shijun's disciple said contemptuously: "Ignorance! Short-sighted! I can lose, but Qingguo cannot lose!"

"But it is our Qingguo's literary reputation that you have ruined! As soon as today's 'poetry swallowing' incident comes out, our Qingguo will definitely become the laughing stock of the ten countries!"

The first disciple of Shijun said plausibly: "How come my Za family has ever valued a literary reputation? As long as I, Qingguo, can swallow up Jingguo, it doesn't matter even if I swallow a hundred poems."

Fang Yun said firmly: "With my Fang Yun here, your Qing Kingdom will never be able to swallow up Jing Kingdom!"

"Jingguo only has five years. Once Chen... is gone, Jingguo will be nothing more than a piece of fish on a knife!" Shijun's first disciple showed regret after saying this.

Whether they were old people or young children, all the people of Jingguo stood up, and every soldier drew his long sword and pointed it at Shi Jun's disciple.

These people have calm faces and resolute eyes.

The poet's face is earthy.

Fang Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "Half-Saint is the foundation of a country and the pillar of the human race. Since you cursed me, Chen Sage of Jingguo, in this way, if you don't kowtow to apologize, you don't have to leave today! The Qixi Festival poem can kill people, too It’s an elegant thing.”

The energy in the sky suddenly became violent.

Shijun's first disciple gritted his teeth, slowly knelt on the ground, lowered his head and said, "I was unintentional in my words. The slip of the tongue involved Chen Sheng. It is really a sin. I hope Chen Sheng will forgive me." After saying this, he kowtowed three times.

Magistrate Dong said: "Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be escaped! Come here, cut off both of his arms at shoulder level! Let him know the price of humiliating me, the semi-saint of Jingguo!"

"You can't do this to me! I am a Juren! I am protected by the Holy Court."

Several soldiers rushed over and pushed Shijun's disciple to the ground while grabbing his arm.

"The Holy Court will not protect the villains who curse the saints! Take action!"

Two sharp blades of light flashed past, cleanly cutting off the arms of Shijun's first disciple, and blood spattered.

"Ah..." Shijun's first disciple screamed and fainted.

"Bandage it and throw it at the door of the Qingguo embassy. If he dares to insult the semi-saint again in the future, even if he is hidden in the Qingguo palace, we, the Jingguo, will find him out!"

The people from Qingguo on the side apologized hurriedly, but no one paid any attention to them.

No one thinks that the people of Jingguo have done something wrong. Chen Guanhai is Jingguo's spiritual support. Once something happens to Chen Guanhai, the Jingguo Building will collapse. It is everyone's duty to protect the name of a semi-saint. If a semi-saint can be insulted and cursed by others casually, then the foundation of the human race will be over.

You can criticize the semi-saint's remarks, but you can't insult and curse.

Looking at the blood stains on the ground, the people of Qing State felt extremely sad. It was a scandal for the poet to swallow his poems, and he cursed Chen Guanhai in front of the people of Jing State without hesitation. This kind of thing will inevitably be published in the "Wenbao" and will inevitably lead to There was a lot of curses.

Fang Yun watched Shijun's first disciple being dragged away and didn't feel sorry for him at all. Chen Guanhai was injured in the battle with Man Sheng. Qingguo could hope for his death and then annex Jingguo, but it cursed him in front of the people of Jingguo and beat him alive. Not many deaths.

With the victory or defeat decided, the Qingguo people left together, and when they reached the city wall, they stopped in a dark corner.

Not far away, the people of Jingguo were laughing and chatting, but they seemed to be isolated from the rest of the world.

A few people even squatted feebly. They had no scholarly temperament and were just hooligans.

"You guys stand up! We just lost to Fang Yun, how can you be so discouraged! Even Lord Shijun lost, so what does it matter if we lose!"

"I...I'm not afraid of losing, I'm just confused. When did our Qingguo become so unable to afford to lose? The Qingguo people in my heart are not like this!"

"This is the art of vertical and horizontal, the power of miscellaneous families, and the strategy of military strategists. Our plan is to unite the barbarians to destroy demons. For this goal, we can sacrifice, Shijun can sacrifice, and even Qingguo can sacrifice! Now, it is Jing It’s time to sacrifice your country!”

"Then why is it up to you to decide who will be sacrificed!"

"Because we can help the human race destroy demons! We can help the human race become stronger!"

"If you can help the human race become stronger by sacrificing you, are you willing to sacrifice?"

"certainly!"

"Okay, I'll remember this!" The squatting Qingguo man slowly stood up.

"What are your intentions? Treason is a serious crime!"

"Don't worry, I'm just like you, let's help the human race become stronger together!"

"I wish you could do it!"

"nature."

However, everyone in Qingguo heard a faint cracking sound.

On the city wall, the atmosphere of the Qixi Festival Ci Festival fell to a low point. Although everyone knew that Chen Guanhai would die soon, he still couldn't let go after being cursed by the Qingguo people in front of his face.

After a while, many officials began to get busy, because their official seals kept receiving letters from Hongyan, most of them asking about Zhenguo's poems, and some asked about the emperor's poems.

Fang Yun also received a letter from Cai He, the magistrate of Ji County, but the content of Cai He was different. Fang Yun seemed to see Cai He's roaring face behind the text.

"You actually wrote me as a negative and pedantic bachelor? You want me to destroy the relationship between the white snake demon and the human scholar? Don't force me to go to Yuhai City! Change it immediately, or I will block your door!"

Fang Yun pretended not to see it.

Lord Feng Yuan on the side said: "The Chinese Valentine's Day Ci Festival is about to end, and then we will go to Beifu City to see what you need, and then exchange it with the dragon horns."

"I know this. During major festivals, merchants in North Vice City are particularly active. What is the biggest event in North Vice City today?"

"I can't say the biggest one, there are many large ones. For example, the jewelry fair at Fuyuan Pavilion, the trade fair at Famous Wine Shop, the calligraphy exhibition at Moxiangxuan, the exchange meeting at Yinlong Pavilion, etc. There are too many to mention."

"Then where can I exchange my dragon horns?"

"Of course it's Yinlong Pavilion. It's the property of East China Sea Dragon Palace. Businessmen or wealthy families from all over the world go to Yinlong Pavilion for the dragon treasures. If you want to exchange the dragon horns for other treasures, just ask for a price that's a little lower than the one from East China Sea Dragon Palace. You can definitely take action quickly.”

"Besides the exchange meeting at Yinlong Pavilion, is there anything else?"

Feng Yuanjun showed a helpless look and said: "On the two major festivals of Chinese Valentine's Day and Lantern Festival, only Yinlong Pavilion can hold the exchange meeting in Yuhai Mansion, because any business holding an exchange meeting on this day will be regarded as an enemy by East China Sea Dragon Palace."

"The Dragon Clan is very domineering." The word monopoly came to Fang Yun's mind.

"When did the Dragon Clan stop being overbearing? But it doesn't matter. It's more convenient for the exchange meeting to be concentrated in one place."