The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Feng Yuanjun thought for a while and said: "Every year in Yuhai City, several Jinshis register with the Academy of Literature. Recently, the two old Jinshis who are bedridden are dying soon and can be injected with talents. Both of them are now considering injecting talents into Jingguo. Wen Bao's words don't have much benefit other than making his descendants nobles, but it can keep the family stable if others need talent injection, and the two families may get higher rewards."

"How many dragon king dragon horns are needed?" Fang Yun said.

"One-third of the Jiao King's dragon horn is enough to exchange for an infusion of talent. No matter what they want, they can basically exchange it for the Jiao King's dragon horn. Leave this matter to me. I will personally go find the two old Jinshis to find out who wants the dragon horn. , how about letting someone inject talent?”

"Then thank you in advance, Mr. Feng."

"You're too polite. One more thing, I'm afraid your talent is close to that of a civil servant, and the possibility of becoming a civil servant is very slim, because before the implementation of the imperial examination, all civil servants were appointed by Confucius, so you don't need to do it before entering the holy ruins. Spend too much time on your talents. You should refine your Wen Gong more to make your Wen Gong stronger. The Holy Ruins are full of dangers, such as Weak Water and Qifeng, which are the most restrained for Wen Gong Wen Gu. If you want to survive in the Holy Ruins, you should pay equal attention to Wen Gong and talent. You are still a scholar, but you have no literary courage, but your literary palace needs to be more solid, just do your best.”

"I know this." In fact, let alone Wen Gong, Fang Yun had already reached the level of Wendan, comparable to a particularly outstanding scholar, but after all, he became a scholar in less than three months, and was inferior to a semi-saint-like genius like Yan Yukong. Still slightly worse.

"That's good. I have read your "The Legend of White Snake" in advance. It can be called the first novel! It is eloquent and has tens of thousands of words. It is written in the language of ordinary people. It is easy to understand, just like the emerging storyteller. It's just that , your "The Legend of White Snake" is far more straightforward than "The Romance of the West Chamber" and "The Story of the Pillow", I'm afraid some people will criticize it," Feng Yuanjun said.

Fang Yun didn't care. The emergence of anything new in history was bound to be accompanied by controversy. The Four Great Classics were "vernacular novels" in ancient times. Although many people liked them, their status was not high. Later, their status became higher and higher.

Fang Yun has studied carefully and found that talents are formed in various ways. At present, Shengyuan Continent pays too much attention to the talents of the upper class, but ignores the vast number of ordinary people. Although there are many talents formed by the classics of the saints, people with low literary status will not be able to do so after giving up the imperial examination. If you encounter it again, those poems and novels that are far inferior to the classics of the saints can be loved by these people.

Although it is rare for a novelist to be a semi-sage, he is one of the hundreds of novelists after all. He must have contributed to the talent of Shengyuan Continent, but it has not been discovered before.

Fang Yun said: "The trend in Shengyuan Continent is already obvious. More and more people will be reading and literate. The number of talents admitted to this year's government examination suddenly doubled. Isn't this the best example? When the talent reaches a certain level in the future, everyone will It is not difficult to be a child, and it is even possible for everyone to become a scholar. At that time, perhaps we will be able to achieve the 'Great Harmony World' that Confucius longed for most!"

Feng Yuanjun widened his eyes and shook his head: "You really dare to think, do you think talent is so easy to get? Unless Wenquxing flies to the position of the moon and everyone gets the Wenquxing star, then everyone may become a child. We cannot solve Wenquxing, Everything is a delusion, and it is really difficult to realize the "Great Harmony of Liyun".

"I'm just guessing a possibility, don't take it seriously."

"Of course I won't take it seriously. The night is getting late and it's time for me to say goodbye."

After Fang Yuanjun was transported away, he returned to the house.

Even though it was the Chinese Valentine's Day, Fang Yun did not relax. He plunged into the world of strange books and began to read all the piano scores intensively, study the fingering techniques, and learn the repertoire.

With talent, scholars can learn anything related faster. However, Fang Yun found that his understanding and talent in piano music had made great progress.

Two hours later, Fang Yun left Qishu World and tried painting, but there was no change compared to before. Then he tried calligraphy, but the progress was also limited.

Unfortunately, he couldn't play the piano now, so Fang Yun had no choice but to give up. Then he opened the "Jingyi Zhiyao" and found a topic on the classics and wrote an article. He also found an article in "Collection of Policy Discussions" and wrote a policy question. However, he deliberately imitated the writing of people of this era, never wrote too advanced ideas, avoided writing too exaggerated things to alarm the neighbors, and burned them after writing.

After that, Fang Yun studied "Thirty-Six Strategies to Encircle Wei and Save Zhao" in depth. The more he studied, the more he found that this strategy was too cruel, and it was useless if it was not used. Once used, there would be no solution.

On the second day, after having breakfast, Fang Yun sent a letter from Hongyan to Dinghai General Yu Xingshu, asking for leave to deal with Zhendanqin. Fang Yun originally wanted to buy a Wenbaosi for Yang Yuhuan, but Yang Yuhuan said that he would buy a good one after he became more familiar with it. It was useless to buy it now.

Wen Youxuan delivered the Zhendanqin on time, and after Fang Yun verified that it was correct, he paid the banknote, which was obtained from the sale of "The Romance of the West Chamber" and "The Story of the Pillow".

In the afternoon, Feng Yuanjun came and saw Fang Yun at the door and said, "Let's talk about it here. I asked the two people, one said that at least half of the Jiao King's dragon horn must be exchanged, and the other, Old Jinshi Cui, was strange. He said that he wanted to Please come and talk to me personally.”

"Oh? Mr. Cui Jinshi didn't say anything else?" Fang Yun asked.

"No. But asking for half of a dragon horn is really a big deal for a lion. Generally speaking, one third is just right. Huh, that person knew that you had two dragon horns, so he wanted to ask for more so that his family would not be premature. In my opinion, you should go see Mr. Cui first and ask for the price."

"Well, then let's go meet Mr. Cui Jinshi." Fang Yun said.

The two got on the carriage and arrived at Cui Mansion. The concierge asked them to wait, and then hurriedly entered the house.

The two of them waited for a long time, looking around and chatting. They were so bored that they even counted the cracks on the stone lion at the gate. Then they saw everyone from the Cui family coming out of the yard to greet Mr. Cui, who was lying in bed. Jinshi was also carried out while lying on a recliner.

"This..." Fang Yun and Feng Yuanjun looked at each other and hurriedly walked in. They could not let an old man who was over ninety years old and had made meritorious service to the country come out to greet him.

The two of them took the initiative to enter the Cui Mansion. Fang Yun hurriedly said: "Mr. Cui, please don't do this. This junior cannot bear it."

Cui Lao Jinshi's hair was sparse, his face was wrinkled like tree bark, and his exposed skin was covered with age spots. He spoke slowly and with some difficulty, "I have seen Fang Banxiang. I forgive him for not being able to welcome him from afar."

Cui Laojinshi's voice was very small and his speaking speed was very slow, but he pronounced every word clearly.

"You're welcome, old man. Send him back to his house immediately!" Fang Yun said immediately.

Feng Yuanjun pretended to be unhappy and said, "Why are you still standing there?"

The Cui family had no choice but to send Mr. Cui Jinshi back to his bedroom, and then irrelevant people waited outside the door. Only the seven or eight men of the Cui family, Fang Yun and Feng Yuanjun stayed in front of the bed.

Cui Lao Jinshi was lying on the hospital bed and looked at Fang Yun calmly. His eyes were cloudy, but his eyes were brighter than ordinary people.

"Old Jinshi Cui, I wonder what you have to do with me." Fang Yun was polite. On the way, he learned from Feng Yuanjun that Mr. Cui was kind, wise, and stable, but he also stood up in times of crisis. He was a good person. A true scholar.

The corner of Cui Lao Jinshi's mouth moved slightly, and his cloudy eyes seemed to become clear. He said slowly, almost word by word: "Our Cui family passed down the family with poems and books, taught our children with benevolence and etiquette, and performed loyal and righteous deeds. Although it is not a bell. My family is not well-known in Yuhai City. I am an old man who has spent his whole life as a soldier and half his life in court. I have seen a lot, heard a lot, and thought a lot." As he said this, he took a look at his eyes. children and grandchildren.

Fang Yun listened carefully.

Cui Laojinshi continued: "Dragon horns are like gold and silver. They are all external possessions, even if you have an official title, only knowledge will last forever. I invite Fang Banxiang to come, and we are not talking about dragon horns."

"What does the old gentleman want?" Fang Yun asked.

"My little grandson Cui Mu has been very smart since he was a child and has no problem with his character. The only thing he lacks is a mentor. I am willing to use all my talents to exchange for Cui Mu becoming your disciple. I wonder what Mr. Fang would like?"

Fang Yun and Feng Yuanjun were stunned for a moment, and looked at each other again, seeing emotion in each other's eyes.

Feng Yuanjun thought to himself: When the same dying old Jinshi entered Baoshan, he only saw the flashy gold and silver jewelry, but this old Jinshi Cui saw the real treasure.

Fang Yun stared into Old Jinshi Cui's eyes and said: "Mr. Xie can appreciate it. Although I have accidentally admitted many students, it doesn't hurt to accept one more, but I can accept Wenbao because of students, and I will never accept students because of Wenbao." .My students cannot trade.”

Cui Laojinshi sighed softly and said slowly: "You are indeed the best among the ten countries who have been conferred by the semi-saint. They all say that it is better to be famous than to meet you. It is better to be famous once you meet me. That's all, instead of handing over the cultural treasure that has imbued me with talent. Instead of giving it to an unknown official, it's better to leave it in your hands. How about you give Cui Mu a chance to test him, and whether he passes the test or not and becomes your disciple, I will inject his talent into yours."

Fang Yun was even more emotional and said: "The Cui family really teaches their children with benevolence and etiquette, and they do things of loyalty and righteousness. Children who are taught by Mr. Cui's words and deeds will certainly have the opportunity to become my disciples. Just for Mr. Cui's character and magnanimity, I will also give Cui If you have a chance, as for whether Mr. Cui is willing to help me inject talent, it’s fine if you have it, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

The old man and the young man looked at each other, smiled, and cherished each other.

Feng Yuanjun said: "Since the two of you have reached an agreement, Fang Yun will test Cui Mu first. Regardless of whether he accepts Cui Mu as his disciple or not, Mr. Cui will help Fang Yun inject his talents into Zhendanqin. Is that right?"

Cui Laojin said: "Of course!" This time his two words were very coherent, and his voice was not loud like an old man's.

Fang Yun said: "It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. One disciple is worth one cultural treasure. Is Cui Mu here?"

As he said that, Fang Yun glanced at everyone in the Cui family, and finally looked at the child who was about ten years old.

The child took a step forward, bowed his hands and said, "Cui Mu has met Fang Maocai." After speaking, he raised his chest and raised his head, with the bright glass windows reflecting in his eyes. He was very heroic at a young age, and he was very calm on the surface, but he pursed his lips tightly. His lips revealed a little bit of his nervousness.

"What do you think about the matter between Mr. Cui and me?"

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