The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Everyone in the room stopped breathing at the same time, looking at Zuo Xiang in fear. Even Zuo Xiang's eldest son, who was in his thirties, closed his mouth and dared not chew. The children did not dare to move and were almost scared to tears.

Old Madam Liu put down her chopsticks silently and lowered her head.

Only Zuo Xiang's daughter secretly looked at her father.

Zuo Xiang had a refined appearance, with very few wrinkles on his face. The few silvery whites on his temples not only did not make him look old, but made him look more energetic.

His eyes were not scattered. He picked up the second piece of beef steadily with his right hand and put it in his own plate. He said slowly: "I lost my composure. Today I will punish you to write the 15th chapter of "The Analects" ten times."

The two sons looked at each other and immediately remembered a sentence from Confucius in the 15th chapter of "The Analects": "If you are generous to yourself and lenient to others, you will be far away from resentment." It means that if you blame yourself more and blame others less, you will not be resented by others.

"Father, you teach by example, and I have learned from you."

"Even father is self-reflective, so we should be more careful in what we say and do."

Zuo Xiang nodded.

After the meal, the left prime minister walked towards the study, and the old housekeeper followed him quickly, whispering: "How to deal with the servant who doesn't know etiquette?"

"Bury him well, don't dirty the yard."

"Yes." The old housekeeper left in a hurry without any surprise when he heard the left prime minister's order to kill.

In the Jingguo Palace.

"This Fang Yun... is good, but it really gives me a headache. Forget it, I will reward him together after the Holy Ruins."

The residence of the Prime Minister of Jingguo.

"Jingguo has this son, so I can let him go."

The demon world.

"The literati who is destined to go against fate, kill Fang Yun, and enter the Hanlin hunting list, fourth!"

The Fang family.

Barefoot Fang Daniu started shouting loudly when he reached the door, causing the sleeping little fox to cry out in dissatisfaction, and then continued to sleep.

Fang Yun was just coming out of the bedroom, and when he saw Fang Daniu coming back, he nodded, and then went to eat calmly.

When the lazy Wenzong came to take the manuscript of "Three Character Classic", Fang Yun knew about this, so he was not surprised at all.

Fang Daniu took a few quick steps and handed the Holy Way to Fang Yun, saying, "That's the front page of the Holy Way. Are you not happy at all?"

"I know." Fang Yun said.

Fang Daniu felt sincere respect in his heart and said, "Master, you are really awesome. You are the calmest person in the world who is on the front page of the Holy Way, except for the semi-saints. If it were someone else, their mouth would be crooked with laughter."

Fang Yun asked, "Where is the Literary Newspaper?"

Fang Daniu slapped his forehead and smiled, "Look at me, I was so busy announcing the good news that I forgot to buy the Literary Newspaper. I'll go buy it now."

"Put on your shoes." Fang Yun said and walked towards the dining table.

Fang Daniu looked down, smiled, and walked towards his room. Yang Yuhuan put a plate of food on the table and said to Fang Daniu, "Put on your shoes and come to me to get the silver. Go and buy 100 copies of the Holy Way."

"Okay!" Fang Daniu said.

Fang Yun looked at Yang Yuhuan, who was wearing a white apron at the moment. She had the beauty of a young girl and the virtue of a housewife.

"Why did you buy so many?" Fang Yun asked.

Yang Yuhuan smiled and said, "I bought them as gifts. If anyone doesn't buy them in the future, I will give them one copy. That's the front page of "The Holy Way". No one in Jingguo has been on the front page for many years. Even a woman like me knows that a scholar on the front page is more extraordinary than a double-class student who broke the record."

"Forget it, as long as you like it. How is your zither practice going?"

The two chatted about zither while eating.

Just after finishing the meal, Fang Yun found that Guanyin had received a letter from a wild goose, so he went to check. It turned out to be a congratulation from Cai He.

Fang Yun wrote a short letter in reply. Just after replying, wild geese came one after another.

Fang Yun didn't expect that he would also encounter the scene of hundreds of geese coming together. Some of these wild geese were sent by friends, but most of them were sent by people from all over Jingguo through the Holy Temple, and some were from foreign countries.

Shi Jun, Li Fanming, Yan Yukong and others also sent congratulations.

After reading hundreds of letters, Fang Yun finally understood the significance of the front page of "The Way of the Holy", because all the wealthy families in the capital and all the semi-saint families in Jingguo sent congratulations.

Among the five semi-saint families in Jingguo, except for the Chensheng family, which was purely congratulating, four semi-saint families invited Fang Yun to participate in their literary gatherings, and the head of the Zhangheng family even asked Fang Yun whether he was married, and said that several young people from the Zhang family would come to Yuhai City in a few days, and then they would go to the Mid-Autumn Festival literary gathering with Fang Yun.

After reading these letters, Fang Yun suddenly remembered what Li Fanming said when he saw him, that the general trend would be established.

Fang Yun did not favor one over the other. Whether the congratulations were from the saints or ordinary classmates in the past, he replied one by one. One of the letters came from Fang Zhongyong's father Fang Li. Fang Li shamelessly called Fang Yun a nephew and said that when Fang Yun returned to Dayuan Mansion, he would definitely take Fang Zhongyong to visit.

When replying to Zhang Heng's family, Fang Yun thought for a long time.

There are three semi-saint families with the surname Zhang. Except for the family established by the medical saint Zhang Zhongjing, which can be called the Zhangsheng family, the other two cannot be called so, because Zhang Zhongjing is the first person in the medical profession to be canonized, and his contribution to Shengyuan Continent is great. The book "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" was completed, and the Wenqu Star moved, which established the status of medical practitioners.

Although Zhang Heng's status is not as good as Zhang Zhongjing, it is also above ordinary semi-saints. He is not only proficient in the techniques of Mohism and Gongshu, and has created seismometers, armillary spheres, compass chariots, single-wood flying carvings, etc., but also one of the four great fu masters of the Han Dynasty, as famous as Ban Gu, Sima Xiangru and Yang Xiong. He has achievements in astronomy, geography, arithmetic and painting, and can be called a versatile talent.

After Zhang Heng was canonized, even people from the Mo family and Gongshu family came to ask for advice, and claimed that the gears Zhang Heng made were as wonderful as Mozi and Lu Ban.

The people of Zhang Heng's family inherited Zhang Heng's temperament. They did not seek fame or wealth, but devoted themselves to the study of astronomy, geography, and institutions, aiming to fulfill Zhang Heng's last wish.

What Fang Yun cares most about is the seismometer and armillary sphere of the Zhang Heng family, which are both semi-saint cultural treasures. The seismometer is in the Zhang family, and the armillary sphere is placed in the holy courtyard.

Legend has it that if the Armillary Sphere does not move, it will shake the heavens and the earth if it moves, comparable to the first killing harp, the ‘Bell’. However, more people suspected that no one except Zhang Heng himself could use the Armillary Sphere, not even other Half-Saints.

Fang Yun replied with a decent letter, saying that he was grateful for the Zhang family's kindness, but that he would not marry anyone other than Yang Yuhuan. He also said that he was very interested in astronomy and geography, and was happy to discuss it with the Zhang family's children and go to the holy ruins together.

After replying to all the Hongyan letters, Fang Yun suddenly felt that his mind was particularly flexible, his heart was particularly clear, and the world in front of him was particularly clear, as if the things that had been blocking him had disappeared.

"That letter of Feng Hongyan's biography is the recognition of Panoramic State's wealthy families and the Semi-Saint family, and it is also a general trend. So what if you don't have a foundation! So what if you don't have a Semi-Saint teacher! If you enter the temples with just one article, you can also lay a foundation!"

Fang Yun's eyes were firmer than ever.

After finishing his chores, Fang Yun continued to practice the piano and learn the art of war, and found that he seemed to see everything further and more clearly.

The whole day, the Fang family members were secretly discussing.

"Have you noticed? The young master's energy seems to be different today."

"Yes, he is not arrogant. He is still so polite to us, but I am a little afraid of him. I always feel that he is a bit like the emperor in the play."

"Yes! Even the madam is secretly taking a look at the young master, but it's not because she's worried, but because she's attracted to him."

"Pfft, be careful madam to tear your mouth open."

"The little fox in the family didn't notice the change in the young master. He is still the same as before."

"It only knows how to eat, sleep after eating, and play when it wakes up. What can it know?"

"嘤嘤!" I saw the little fox dressed in snow-white holding his head high, walking slowly in front of those people with cat steps, and did not forget to give them a look of arrogance and disdain as he passed by.

"You say it's annoying or not!"

"Forget it, why bother with a fox?"

That night, Fang Yun carried the Zhendan Qin to the Pinghu Lake. The autumn wind blew, the autumn leaves fell, and the autumn air was cold.

The autumn cicada seems to be resisting the cold autumn wind with all its strength, and its cry is even deeper.

Along the way, Pang Juren looked at Fang Yun in surprise.

"There is something wrong with Fang Yun today. In the past, he seemed to be a person who passively sensed the autumn mood, but today, there is a slight autumn wind coming and I am unmoved. If I take a step further, I will be like a king holding the autumn wind. It's incredible, it's incredible! No wonder His writings can be found on the front page of The Holy Word."

Not long after, Fang Yun walked to the pavilion where he often went. There was a dragon horn piano pad and the stone table was not damaged at all. Fang Yun played "Autumn Wind Tune" as usual.

Halfway through listening to it, Pang Juren felt weird, wondering why he couldn't feel the autumn feeling in it at all. It was a completely emotionless playing. After playing it three times, not a single autumn cicada fell.

Fang Yun continued to play, and Pang Juren became more and more surprised, because although Fang Yun's "Autumn Wind Tune" had made huge progress in fingering, it did not regress in the more important emotional aspect, but had no emotion at all, like A person with a mechanism made by the Mohist family is playing piano music. He is a completely heartless person.

"There must be something I can't see through."

Pang Juren stood in the woods beside the pavilion, leaning against a big tree as thick as an arm, staring at Fang Yun, hoping to see something.

Soon, Pang Juren discovered a strange place. Fang Yun's hair kept fluttering. At the same time, the cicada closest to Fang Yun stopped screaming, as if he was frightened by an invisible force.

Pang Juren's eyes widened and he looked more carefully.

After Fang Yun finished playing a piece of music, he stopped with his hands and placed them on the strings. The strings stopped and the cicadas also stopped chirping.

After a while, Fang Yun raised his hand and played again.

As soon as the music started playing, the fallen leaves around Fang Yun suddenly flew out in all directions, and Fang Yun's robe swelled as if there was wind hidden in it.

Fang Yun played "Autumn Wind Tune" at a speed three times faster than normal. The sound was urgent and full of sadness, and a late autumn chill erupted in all directions.

Pang Juren subconsciously shrank his neck and crossed his arms, but then he realized that this was just the autumn feeling contained in the music, and the weather was not actually that cold.

Pang Juren laughed at himself, thinking that he was so deeply affected by an ordinary piano piece. However, his self-deprecating smile froze on his face.

Because, the surrounding area of ​​Pinghu is extremely quiet.

"Where's the cicada chirping?" As soon as this thought came to Pang Juren's mind, he felt something fall on his head. He stretched out his hand and touched it, a cicada.

Suddenly, there was a dense sound nearby, and Pang Juren immediately realized that it was the sound of the cicada falling to the ground after it died. He had spent the past few days listening to this sound, but there was no day where the sound was as dense as today.