The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

After the first half of the poem was written, the paper was silent, and the words rang by themselves.

A clear and elegant voice that was three-quarters similar to Fang Yun sounded, reading the poem. The voice was obviously not loud, but it spread throughout the entire Kongcheng, the entire Qufu Prefecture, the entire Luzhou, and finally into the sea.

All living beings within a radius of ten thousand miles heard the voice reading "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".

"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my wine to ask the blue sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind and go home, but I am afraid that the jade buildings and jade buildings are too cold at high places. I dance with my shadow, how can it be like being in the human world."

Countless people walked out of their homes, walked out of the alleys, and looked in the direction where the voice came from. Hundreds of millions of people were shocked by this beautiful sentence.

Almost everyone wanted to fly to the sky with the wind as the poem said.

In the square of the Confucius Mansion, no one spoke, and there was silence.

"Once this poem is released, it will definitely spread thousands of miles, the third vision." The poet whispered.

Fang Yun wrote the second half of the poem.

Turning around the red pavilion, the moon shines down on the sleepless night. There should be no hatred, why does it always appear full when we are apart? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has been difficult to achieve since ancient times. I wish you a long life, and we can share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart.

After Fang Yun finished writing the last word, a five-foot-high talent rose up. Other talent light columns rose steadily, but this talent light column was like an orange cloud rolling, which was very beautiful.

At the end, Fang Yun wrote: I wrote this article on the Mid-Autumn Festival in Kongcheng, and I also cherish Yuhuan.

Then, a shocking scene appeared. All the words actually left the paper and flew in the air. These black and gold-rimmed words kept flying in the sky, like naughty birds, and then they formed a line and circled around Fang Yun. It took a long time before they returned to the page.

Fang Yun saw that the words were crooked after falling on the page, and then they twisted mischievously, and it took a long time before they returned to their original position.

"Words dance! The fourth vision!"

This time, it was not just the poet who spoke, but hundreds of people spoke together.

Except for the evil king, everyone stood up.

The scene was silent again. The fullness of the emotions in this article jumped out of the paper, especially the open-mindedness and the final blessing in the article, which immediately made the artistic conception of the whole poem soar into the night sky.

Many great scholars opened their mouths and wanted to comment, but then closed their mouths in frustration. The country can still be commented on, but this poem that is passed down to the world needs at least a semi-saint to comment.

The emcee was about to praise Fang Yun, but suddenly closed his mouth and retreated in doubt. The people behind Fang Yun also retreated. Almost everyone looked in front of Fang Yun in surprise.

Because a disk-shaped bright moon more than one person tall suddenly appeared in front of Fang Yun, bright and clear.

In the distant Fang family in Yuhai City, Yang Yuhuan was holding a little fox, sitting on a chair in the yard, looking at the sky and admiring the moon.

Yuhai City is less than ten thousand miles away from Kong City. The sound of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" also came over. Yang Yuhuan was a little confused at first, but she felt a little sad when she heard the end.

The little fox, however, jumped out of Yang Yuhuan's arms as if he was having fun, stood upright on the ground and danced with his hands and feet, and exchanged glances with Yang Yuhuan from time to time, as if saying: Look at me, look at me, is it the same as what is said in the lyrics, dancing and playing with the shadows?

Yang Yuhuan was amused by the cute little fox and laughed happily. Just as she was about to speak, she was surprised to see a disk-shaped bright moon appearing in front of her, standing upright in front of her, and in the bright moon, Fang Yun was standing behind a table, holding a brush and looking here.

"Yingying!" The little fox was so excited that he almost went crazy and jumped directly into the bright moon.

Nunu blinked and found that his body seemed different. It became a light composed of moonlight, but the appearance was exactly the same.

It looked around and found that it had come to a strange place. It seemed to be a high platform. There were countless people below the platform, and they were all looking at it curiously.

"Nu Nu?" Fang Yun walked around the table and looked at the little fox in confusion.

Nu Nu looked up and immediately grinned, then suddenly jumped into Fang Yun's arms. Fang Yun hurriedly reached out to hug her, but found that he didn't feel anything on his hand, as if he had touched nothing.

Nu Nu stood steadily on his hand. Nu Nu seemed to feel something strange, looked down, and then shook his little head to stop thinking about why. He looked up at Fang Yun, crying, and the sound was extremely clear, as if asking: Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Say it!

Fang Yun smiled happily and said, "I miss you so much!"

Nu Nu immediately narrowed his eyes and got into Fang Yun's arms with a happy face.

Fang Yun held the little fox, looked at the bright moon, waved to Yang Yuhuan, and said, "Yuhuan, come here too."

Yang Yuhuan was still confused, knowing that Fang Yun would not lie to her, so she lifted her skirt with both hands and walked carefully through the bright moon.

In the process of walking through the bright moon, Yang Yuhuan's body also changed, from a solid body to an opaque light body composed of moonlight, like a fairy walking out of the moon, more bright and moving.

When Yang Yuhuan appeared on the high platform, the disc-shaped bright moon disappeared.

Fang Yun was used to seeing Yang Yuhuan, but at this moment, Yang Yuhuan in the moonlight had a fairy's elegance, mystery, coldness and beauty. She was wearing a long skirt, and she was a living fairy in the moon, which made Fang Yun feel like he was in a dream.

"Turn around for me to see." Fang Yun stretched out his hand to gesture.

Yang Yuhuan was still confused. She always listened to Fang Yun's words. She turned around gently on the spot, her long hair fluttering, the corners of her skirt flying, and the moonlight was dotted.

Looking at Yang Yuhuan, everyone felt that she illuminated the world.

When Yang Yuhuan finished her turn, the whole place was like an explosion.

"Chang'e!"

"Fang Yun, you are so amazing. You even summoned Chang'e!"

"There's also a Jade Rabbit! So cute!" a girl shouted.

"Scholars like me can only drink with the courtesans, but Fang Yun invited Chang'e out with a poem. He is truly the best among men! This is the highest realm of romance!"

"Fang Yun must be the god of literature. Who else can invite the fairy from Guanghan Palace except him!"

"Look, the Meng family is like seeing a ghost. Fang Yun's confidante is Chang'e. What's his Meng family? Hahaha! So cool!"

"It must be Chang'e. There's even a Jade Rabbit!"

"Fang Yun will be my role model for the rest of my life!"

The poet asked in confusion: "Beauty under the moon, is this the fifth vision?"

Yang Yuhuan twisted her hands together and lowered her head shyly. She realized that there were hundreds of thousands of people around her while she was spinning around, and they all seemed to be able to see her.

Fang Yun looked at the shy Yang Yuhuan and was a little unbelievable. He thought: This poem has become a synchronized holographic real-scene projector in another world? And it has a built-in beauty function?

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Fang Yun smiled at Yang Yuhuan.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" The little fox also cried in a rhythmic voice.

Yang Yuhuan then raised her head and asked softly, "Well. But what's going on?"

Fang Yun said, "I don't know too much, but it seems that this "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" has a special effect. In the sentence 'Thousands of miles apart, we share the beauty of the moon', the moon is the moon, which sent you here. The light on you is getting fainter and fainter, and I'm afraid it will disappear soon."

"Ah?" Yang Yuhuan exclaimed softly, and then a hint of shame flashed across her face. She stepped forward and stretched out her hand, saying softly, "I miss you."

Fang Yun was overjoyed to be favored by the beauty, and he also stretched out his hand. The two held hands. Although they couldn't feel each other, they were full of love.

Zong Wude asked on the side, "Fang Zhenguo, Chang'e's nickname is Yuhuan?"

Yang Yuhuan chuckled and quickly covered her mouth with one hand.

Fang Yun smiled and introduced to the people on the stage: "This is my wife-to-be, Yang Yuhuan."

The MC reached out and handed the loudspeaker conch to Fang Yun, saying: "You should explain it to the people in the audience."

Fang Yun then looked down at the audience, and there was a lot of jubilation, with shouts of "Chang'e", "Jade Rabbit", "Wenquxing" and so on coming from time to time.

Fang Yun smiled slightly, put his arm around Yang Yuhuan's waist, and said: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone, this is my wife-to-be, Yang Yuhuan."

One person exclaimed: "It turns out that Fang Yun's wife is Chang'e in the world! No wonder the two of them attracted the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl on the Chinese Valentine's Day!"

"So that's it! No wonder Fang Yun said that the Mengsheng family is not as good as a bowl of medicine soup from Yang Yuhuan. Their wife is Chang'e in the world, how can the Mengsheng family compare?"

"Sister Chang'e!"

Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said it was Yang Yuhuan, but he was still mistaken for Chang'e.

Some people in the audience actually debated whether Yang Yuhuan was Chang'e, and then someone used Nunu's being the Jade Rabbit as evidence and swore that it must be Chang'e.

The big rabbit next to Li Fanming heard it and was very unconvinced. Then he jumped onto the platform from a distance of more than ten feet. He was more agile than ordinary demon soldiers. He stood upright and shook his claws at everyone at the edge of the platform, as if saying: I am the Jade Rabbit! I am the Jade Rabbit! That's a fox! It's a fox!

Li Fanming looked at its huge body, put his hand on his forehead and whispered: "You are a Jade Rabbit who is full."

Suddenly, everyone felt the air tremble slightly, and then a magnificent breath came from the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw a beam of light that was much thicker than any previous moonlight shining directly down. The previous beams of light were too thin and too far away, so no one could see clearly that they came from the moon, but this time everyone clearly saw a thick beam of moonlight coming from the moon, passing through countless miles and falling in Kongcheng.

The entire Kongcheng was shrouded in silvery white moonlight.

The moonlight quickly shrank, finally gathered on the high platform, and then divided into five.

The moonlight of Yan Yukong and the other four was thicker than that of all the previous people. Even though the poetic talent of Mo Shan and the others was not as much as that of the previous scholar, the moonlight that descended now was more and thicker than before. It can be said that it was far beyond the ordinary Mingzhou and infinitely close to the state.

No matter how thick the moonlight on these four people was, it was still translucent. The four people should have been happy, but they all stared blankly at the moonlight falling on Fang Yun.

The whole audience fell silent again.

There was too much and too thick moonlight covering Fang Yun. It was actually opaque silver-white. Fang Yun, Yang Yuhuan and the little fox could not be seen from the outside.

"This... so much moonlight, even if it is passed on to the world twice, it can't be achieved, right? At least you have to be a half-saint to have a chance to get it. The Wenwang family is so willing to give it up?" Ci Jun said.

"No! The five people did not ask the moonlight to descend from the sky. The moonlight descended on its own. I'm afraid it was not bestowed by the Wenwang family."

Ci Jun said helplessly: "Self-invitation of moonlight, the sixth strange phenomenon? I must be drunk!"