The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The banquet fell silent instantly.

This place is completely isolated from the outside world. At first glance, it looks like a luxurious restaurant with a river and night sky outside the window, but in fact, it is an illusion formed by the heaven and earth shell.

All the guests at the six tables were silent and looked at Zeng Yuan or Feng Zimo, the Lord of Yuhai Mansion.

One is a business genius from a sub-sage family, and the other is a person who has achieved great success in the realm of literary courage during the Jinshi period. He will definitely become a Hanlin in three years and is expected to become a university scholar.

Fang Yun observed carefully and found that both of them were very measured. Although they argued, they would never turn their faces and overturn the table. They just wanted to prove that they were right. This was a very common thing, so he did not speak.

Feng Zimo smiled slightly and said, "I don't know your taboos, so my words are abrupt. However, the truth is right. As long as Fang Yun is alive, no one can say that Fang Yun is destined not to become the world's master. Therefore, it is normal for Jianmei Gong to wish Fang Yun to become the world's master."

"You said the opposite. Before Fang Yun became the world's master, all those who thought he could become the world's master were just empty talk. Since it was empty talk, there was no need to say it." Zeng Yuan said.

"Oh, what if Fang Yun became the world's master in the future?" Feng Zimo smiled.

"What if Fang Yun didn't become the world's master in the future?" Zeng Yuan said.

Fang Yun had already seen that the two had different understandings of the world's master. Zeng Yuan believed that the world's master was a title that future generations could not obtain, and it was disrespectful for anyone to talk about the world's master casually, but Feng Zimo and others were the opposite.

"If you are new every day, you will be new every day, and new every day." Feng Zimo quoted the original text from "Book of Rites". This sentence was engraved on the bathtub of Tang, the founding king of the Shang Dynasty. It is extended to mean that people should constantly abandon the old and pursue the new. The human race should become more and more advanced, and they should not use old thinking to look at things.

"The lady does not speak, but her words must be right." Zeng Yuan immediately countered with the original words of Confucius in "The Analects of Confucius". The extended meaning is that if you can't say it right, it's better not to say it.

Fang Yun smiled. The atmosphere of Shengyuan Continent is indeed open. It has long developed from "I annotate the Six Classics" to "The Six Classics annotate me". In informal occasions, you can use the words of the saints to explain your words and deeds, and apply them flexibly.

Fang Yun and Li Wenying looked at each other. The two of them obviously triggered the debate, but they didn't say a word since the debate began, and at this moment they also tacitly remained on the sidelines.

"How do you know I didn't say it right?"

"Fang Yun has less than 16 poems handed down from generation to generation, so you didn't say it right. The world's teacher is half a saint, and his achievements will last for thousands of generations."

"If Fang Yun writes three poems handed down from generation to generation, his achievements will last for thousands of generations." Feng Zimo said.

Zeng Yuan smiled and said, "You said I don't have the heroic spirit of the past, so I will go back to the way I used to go! There are 13 poems left from the third poem to the sixteenth poem. Every time Fang Yun writes a poem handed down from generation to generation, I will take one tenth of my property and donate it to Fang Yun, but it must be used for disaster relief or education, and everything will be operated in the name of Fang Yun. If Fang Yun writes the fourteenth poem, I will leave the Zeng family and live in Jingguo forever, and make Fang Yun famous for my whole life. If Fang Yun writes the fifteenth poem, I will set up a longevity tablet for Fang Yun from generation to generation. If Fang Yun writes the sixteenth poem and becomes the world's teacher, I will respect Fang Yun as my master and serve him until the end of my life."

Fang Yun thought to himself that Zeng Yuan was indeed as proud as the rumors said.

Feng Zimo smiled and said, "Mr. Zeng is still as good as he was in the past. However, if Fang Yun only wrote ten war poems in the end, wouldn't you lose money?"

"I used my family property as capital to obtain ten war poems that will be handed down from generation to generation, and I have gained trillions of benefits for the human race. I am still the most astute businessman, and I will definitely be remembered for generations. How can I lose money?" Zeng Yuan said with a smile.

Everyone was surprised. The people of the sub-sage family really had extraordinary vision. This person's literary status was not high, but his heart and ambition were enough to make the Jinshi ashamed.

"Okay." Feng Zimo said.

Zeng Yuan said: "Brother Zimo, I'll bet my entire fortune, what can you do?"

Feng Zimo said: "I'm not as rich as you, so I'll bet my life for three years. If Fang Yun can't write the fourth war poem, I'll resign for one year and go to Liangjie Mountain to kill monsters for 360 days. If he writes one war poem in the fourth year and less than two in the sixth year, I'll guard it for another year. After 30 years, if Fang Yun can't complete ten war poems, I'll live in Liangjie Mountain forever."

Zeng Yuan immediately bowed his hands and said sincerely: "Lord Feng is worthy of being a hero among men, then let's shake hands and swear an oath and make this agreement."

"Okay!" The two stood up, shook hands with each other, and then smiled at each other, appreciating each other.

Zeng Yuandao asked: "I have a three-year-old daughter. Does Lord Feng have a young son?"

"I have three sons, and the youngest son is six years old. If I can marry the daughter of the Zeng family, it will be a blessing for my son for a hundred generations."

"Then will you and I decide on this marriage today?"

"Father-in-law, let's high-five again to swear."

The two high-fived again and laughed heartily.

Fang Yun smiled and raised his glass and stood up, and the others also stood up.

Fang Yun smiled and said: "You two are not enemies because of differences, but instead seek common ground while reserving differences. You are really a role model for our generation. Today's event will surely be well-known. If your children get married in the future, I will be the matchmaker, and the master of ceremonies will definitely be Mr. Jianmei. I will toast you two here, and I hope that your daughter and son will be reunited soon."

"Thank you Fang Zhenguo for your auspicious words!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank them all.

Everyone sat down with a smile, but Prefect Dong pretended to be angry and said, "Zimo, if I had known that I could use this method to deceive Zeng's daughter-in-law, I would have stood firmly on Fang Yun's side! I didn't expect that I would end up turning from evil to good but get no reward! No, I'll bet too! I come from a famous family, so I'll bet on 300 acres of land. I won't bet on three years, but two years. Within two years, Fang Yun will definitely have his fourth war poem published! Who of you opposed Lord Jianmei just now? Those who have good daughters, come out and bet with me! Those who don't have any, forget it!"

Everyone laughed, and one person said: "I don't have a daughter, but I have a niece who is only seven years old and looks like she is carved from ice. I bet her on you!"

Then everyone started making noises, some really wanted to get married, some were joking, and in the end nine couples were made up, both real and fake.

"After today, Fang Yun will be given the nickname Xiao Yuelao, the best male matchmaker in Jingguo!" Magistrate Dong said with a smile.

The whole room laughed and said yes.

Magistrate Dong was extremely happy today. He drank a little too much wine. He patted the table lightly, the cups and plates trembled, and he said drunkenly: "No! It's very wrong!"

Everyone looked at him, wondering what he was going to say.

"Wen Cong, why are you so drunk?" Feng Zimo said with a smile.

"We have been arguing for a long time about whether Fang Yun can become the master of the world. Fang Yun and Duke Jianmei didn't say a word. These two are so cunning! They tempted us to confront each other, but the two of them protected themselves wisely! Mr. Li, you will be here soon When you become a great Confucian, you can't just say that you hope that Fang Yun will become a master in the world. Do you want to bet some real money on it? You are now a figure on the Great Confucian List. It's not a good bet. Let me think about it. Are you betting on the holy pages of "Wind and Rain Sword Poetry"? "Demon Slayer" that you are about to complete, or the treasure 'Holy Qi Dragon Ball' that you obtained a few years ago?"

"Yes, yes! You can't just talk, Grand Scholar Li. You have always been consistent in your words and deeds. You have to come up with something." Zeng Yuan said with a smile.

Li Wenying was not angry either. He looked around at everyone and said, "If I bet, who among the people here would dare to bet against me?"

There was silence in the room. Several people looked at each other. Li Wenying was right. He dared to bet, but no one dared to bet with him.

Zeng Yuan said, "In the early years of my uncle's literary fight, you were indifferent to the outcome. If I pass a letter to him today, he will definitely dare to bet. If Duke Jianmei agrees, then I will contact my uncle."

"Is your uncle Zhou Yuchen, a great scholar from Xishu?" Li Wenying asked.

"That's him." Zeng Yuan said.

"Okay, just ask him."

Zeng Yuan immediately sent a letter to Hongyan, and everyone waited quietly.

After a moment, Zeng Yuan looked down, looking dumbfounded.

"Why, Mr. Zhou doesn't bet?" Fang Yun asked with a smile.

The little fox tilted his head and looked at Zeng Yuan.

"I made a bet, and I bet on the great Confucian scholar's pen that I defrauded from my second grandfather." Zeng Yuan said.

Everyone was shocked, Zhou Yuchen was so generous this week, so Li Wenying had to get "Monster Slayer" or the Holy Qi Dragon Ball.

Li Wenying was about to accept the promise, but Zeng Yuan smiled helplessly: "The problem is, my uncle is betting on Fang Yun's side! He also called me stupid and I will definitely lose. He also said that betting on Fang Yun will last a lifetime."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. Unexpectedly, after all the twists and turns, Grand Bachelor Zhou Yuchen turned out to be so interesting.

"I'll ask my family who wants to participate," another person said.

Then, everyone contacted their elders one after another.

Fang Yun looked at these people who kept sending messages, and had a bad feeling in his heart. It was just a joke at the wine table, wouldn't it lead to a major event that alarmed the ten countries?

Not long after, Fang Yun received a letter from Hongyan from Zong Wude, who was far away by the Wudao River.

"Nowadays, it is popular in the ten countries to ask you whether you can write sixteen ancient war poems. I want to play too! By the way, it is said that someone in the Xun family is betting that you will never write another ancient war poem within a year! If you write one First, he will guard the border for Jingguo for three years! And he will always call you teacher when he talks about you!"

Fang Yun was not dissatisfied because the other party was from the Xun family. Instead, he smiled and nodded. He felt that this Xun family was good. He was not like Xun Ye who harmed others, nor was he like Xun Long who confused right and wrong. Looking at this bet alone, he looked like a real scholar.

Then Fang Yun changed his mind. This man was only detained for one year. It seemed that the conditions were harsh, but he had no intention of going to guard the border as soon as possible. He later said that he must be called a teacher. This man probably wanted to atone for the Xun family's sins.

Fang Yun scanned the crowd and found that everyone, including Li Wenying, was holding official seals and making constant gestures with their hands.

The little fox looked at the side in confusion. He first looked at Little Meteor, who immediately shook his head, and then looked at Fang Yun in confusion. His cute and confused look made Fang Yun smile knowingly.

"They are all passing the letter in Hongyan, so no one else can see it." Fang Yun said, showing the letter Li Fanming gave him. The little fox suddenly realized it, and then touched Fang Yun's official seal with his little paws, wanting to play with it. It is a pity that the official seal cannot be used at all.

The room was silent.

Yang Yuhuan asked softly: "Xiao Yun, will something happen? It was lively just now, but now no one is talking, it looks a bit scary."

Fang Yun smiled and said: "It's okay, it will be lively in a while."

The little fox looked at Yang Yuhuan, then at the others, and found that everyone except Yang Yuhuan had official seals. After thinking about it, he jumped on Yang Yuhuan's lap and played with her.

Fang Yun looked at one person and one fox with a smile. Perhaps this was how one person and one fox spent their time when he was away.