The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The Fang family is a famous family in Dayuan Prefecture with a prominent status. After Fang Yun and others landed in the yard, the Fang family did not panic at all and entertained them in an orderly manner.

Everyone entered the main hall, sat down at two tables, and ate and chatted together.

Because Fang Yun would take the imperial examination tomorrow, everyone gave up drinking. After dinner, they went to Fang Shouye's study to drink tea and discuss papers.

Starting from "Three Tombs", "Five Classics", "Eight Suos" and "Nine Hills", they talked about searching for ancient secrets, anecdotes from all walks of life, the nature of monsters and barbarians, and the meaning of scriptures and articles. Almost everything was discussed. Except that Fang Yun's understanding of the Holy Way was not as good as these people, he was not inferior in other aspects and talked very happily.

Near midnight, Fang Yun got up to rest, and this small literary gathering was over.

Led by the servants of the Fang family, Fang Yun came to his guest room. The book box was placed intact on the desk, but he did not move, and undressed and went to bed.

Fang Yun looked down at the mist butterfly in his arms. The little thing still did not wake up, and its shape had changed. It was attached to Fang Yun's chest like a tattoo.

"It should be because I ate too much holy fruit."

Fang Yun shook his head, then lay on the bed, quickly recited the important books of the saints in his mind, and then slowly fell asleep.

The sky was slightly bright, and the cocks crowed, and Fang Yun got up.

After putting on his clothes, Fang Yun used his hand to summon a handful of water with the power of swallowing multiple dragon balls, and threw it on his face.

Fang Yun's strength has increased, and he has long reached the state of not being stained by dust. The water used to wash his face is still clean, and it is pushed away by the invisible force and falls to the ground.

Fang Yun opened the door, moved his body in the yard, and then returned to the house. Just like before going to bed, he went through all the important books in his mind, and at the same time re-read his poems, scriptures and strategies.

After doing all this, it was already dawn.

Li Fanming sent a letter, asking Fang Yun where he was. They had arrived at Dayuan Mansion and were ready to send Fang Yun to the exam together. At the same time, he told a good news that they had been practicing in Wudao River for many days, and they had obvious improvements in all aspects.

Especially in terms of literary talent, it is extremely difficult for scholars to improve their literary talent, but the Comet Corridor is extremely powerful. A few people are expected to enter the second level of literary talent within three years. Yan Yukong successfully entered the second level of literary talent yesterday.

Fang Yun agreed to meet at Sanwei Book House, which is not far from the State Academy of Literature.

After a while, the servants of the Fang family came to Fang Yun for breakfast. Fang Yun thanked him and went.

Walking into the courtyard outside the main hall, Fang Yun heard the people inside discussing heatedly.

Fang Yun took a closer look and found that almost everyone was holding the newly published "Saint Way" or "Literary Newspaper" in their hands. The ink fragrance of the pages was overflowing, and it could be smelled from a long distance.

"Fang Wenhou is here!"

"Fang Twelve is here!"

"Greetings to Fang Wenba!" Dong Wencong said half-jokingly.

Fang Yun was a little confused. When did he get the nicknames "Fang Twelve" and "Fang Wenba"?

Fang Yun found that everyone was laughing very happily, and said: "What's the big deal about today's "Shengdao" or "Wenbao"? "

"If you are removed, it's really no big deal. Look at the front page of "Wenbao" yourself!" Dong Wencong looked at Fang Yun with great envy and threw "Wenbao" to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun reached out to catch it and looked at the front page first.

"Crazy King Fang Yun dominates "Shengdao", and his twelve articles shocked the world!"

Fang Yun couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. "Wenbao" is different from "Shengdao". Shengdao is an academic journal that emphasizes seriousness and truthfulness, while "Wenbao" is aimed at everyone in Shengyuan Continent, and the title has always been shocking.

"Take a look at the catalog of "Shengdao" and look at the poetry section." Feng Zimo handed over today's "Shengdao".

Fang Yun took it and turned to the catalog, and saw that the signature behind the catalog of the first eleven articles was all "Fang Yun".

"Why only eleven articles?" Fang Yun asked.

"Look, I knew he was not satisfied! Only eleven pieces? He is just showing off!" Dong Wencong said.

"Your music score of "General's Order" is at the back, and it is exactly twelve pieces when put together! There is no one before, and there will be no one after. The literati of the Ten Kingdoms may have gone crazy."

"We all hope that there will be another Holy Ruins, so that you can write so many good poems and essays again."

"Look, "Looking at the Moon and Thinking of the Distant", "Sighing for Chang'e", "Guanshan Moon", "Wind and Rain Dream Battle", "Lingyun Tree", "Song Stone", "Green Pine", "Ode to Pine", "Remembering the Qin People", "Night Attack", "Water Melody Song", and the last "General's Order" music score, no more, no less, exactly twelve pieces."

"Literary tyrant Fang Twelve, his crazy name spreads all over the world!" Feng Zimo couldn't help laughing.

The others laughed together. It is obviously not appropriate to use words like "tyrant" or "crazy" to describe people, but it seems to be very pleasing to the ear when used on Fang Yun.

"Stop making fun of me."

"How can this be called making fun of? After your August "Sacred Way" became famous throughout the world with the poems "Tenglong" and "Magpie Bridge Fairy", a few literati in Qing and Wu said that it was your last glory, but a flash in the pan, and that your September "Sacred Way" would definitely be dull. But you are so good, first you shined at the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Holy Ruins, and then you dominated the Qing State, and today you dominated the twelve articles of "Sacred Way", giving those people a lesson they will never forget."

"Every month someone curses you for being out of ideas, but you can shut them up every month, it's great!"

"Now the people of the ten countries will definitely not believe those people's lies. You may keep a low profile in the future, but we believe that you will rise in the end! If you dominate "Sacred Way" once, there will definitely be a second time!"

"Yes. If there is Fang Twelve, there will definitely be Fang Thirteen! Fang Fourteen!"

"We are waiting for your next article to spread throughout the world!" Feng Zimo said.

"No, we are waiting for the article that will shock the saint!"

Lu Hongyi was the highest official and had not spoken, but he could not help but nod slightly when he heard the last part.

"Thank you all!" Fang Yun felt warm in his heart.

"Okay, have breakfast quickly, and then go to participate in the Juren exam. Don't let today's honor go to your head!" Dong Wencong smiled, unable to suppress the joy in his heart.

"Of course." Fang Yun was still a little excited. The honor of "The Holy Way" in the Twelve Poems and Essays was even higher than that of the Juren before the Holy Emperor.

"Your hometown in Ji County will have a new memorial archway, and it's a twelve-story one! The best in the world!"

"I can't help but want to see it."

Dong Wencong smiled and said, "Speaking of memorial archways, let me tell you an interesting story. After Fang Yun was awarded the title of Shengqian Tongsheng, in early April, the court and the Shengyuan sent a team of people to help him build the memorial archway. After the construction was completed, some people returned to Kongcheng and some returned to the capital. On the first day of May, the new "Sacred Way" came down, and the memorial archway had to be built, so the original team had to return. At the end of May, the new memorial archway was built, and they went home again, but they had to return to Ji County halfway to continue building the memorial archway. By the end of June, they had learned their lesson and didn't leave. Sure enough, you still had articles on the Shengdao. Now the Shengyuan and the Ministry of Works have specially approved that the team of people to live in Ji County and build a memorial archway for you every month, rotating once a year."

"Is this true?" Yu Xingshu asked.

Fang Yun nodded helplessly and said, "What Lord Dong said is true. County Magistrate Cai He once sent me a letter and told me about this. In their spare time, those people also helped design and build the buildings around Wudao River."

"Interesting." Lu Hongyi finally smiled on his face, which had never smiled for thousands of years.

Feng Zimo smiled and said, "Today, as "The Holy Way" was published, those who designed the archways and the craftsmen must hate Fang Wenhou to death. The requirements for the archways are different, and because they are required to last for a thousand years, the construction must be meticulous. They may not be able to finish it without three months."

"If it were me, I would be angry too. Fang Yun's Second Model of Literati, Second Four Boasts, City Banquet Festival, etc. all require archways to be built. It will take more than three months, and they may not be completed after four months!"

Dong Wencong said, "You are not in charge of a party, so you don't know the details. The court has issued an order to upgrade Fang Yun's archways. All archways are built according to the standard of not falling for three thousand years. The requirements for the carving of the archways are also higher. The previous ones must be rebuilt, and an additional team of people have been sent."

"Fang Twelve has done a lot of harm to people!" Fang Shouye joked.

Everyone talked and laughed, and finished breakfast happily.

After breakfast, Mrs. Fang called Fang Yun aside and took out a basket with non-perishable food in it for Fang Yun to try for three days. There were simple foods such as water, steamed buns, dried meat, and bacon.

Fang Yun thanked Mrs. Fang and put them away one by one.

When the time came, everyone went out with Fang Yun and took several carriages to the academy.

Fang Yun originally wanted to review his lessons in the carriage, but it was too lively outside, so he simply gave up reviewing.

Fang Yun found that Dayuan Prefecture was particularly lively today, comparable to the city banquet festival in Yuhai Prefecture a few days ago. Every time he passed a street, he would see Dayuan citizens walking towards the direction of the Academy with their families.

"Let's go to see Fang Zhenguo!" Many children jumped excitedly.

"My mother said that if I look at Fang Zhenguo, I can become a scholar!"

"Hehe, my mother said that if I look at Fang Zhenguo, I can become a juren."

"Don't brag, don't say you look, even if you become Fang Zhenguo's godson, you can't become a juren."

"Mom, he scolded me, woo woo..." The seven-year-old child cried in the street.

The adults on the side laughed.

The carriage was getting slower and slower because there were too many people heading to Wenyuan.

Fang Yun shook his head and thought that it was fortunate that he was afraid that there would be too many people on Wenyuan Street, so he asked Yan Yukong and others to wait for him at Sanwei Book House. If they waited at the entrance of Wenyuan, it was estimated that the two sides would not meet at all.

Not long after, the car arrived next to Sanwei Book House. Fang Yun looked out of the car window and saw that half of the street where Sanwei Book House was located was blocked.

Fang Yun didn't know what was going on, so he gestured to a familiar bookstore clerk outside the window and asked: "What's wrong with Sanwei Book House?"

The clerk was stunned for a moment, pointed at Fang Yun, his face flushed, and he couldn't speak.

Fang Yun was about to say something when the clerk shouted, "Fang Yun is here!" The clerk was stunned and slapped himself.

Swish, swish, swish...

Seven ancient swords of talent were placed on the clerk's neck.

The clerk was so scared that his legs softened and he explained with a sad face, "Don't kill me, I'm one of us! Those people in Sanwei Bookstore are waiting for Fang Yun. I was stupid for a moment and shouted. I... I have been a good citizen for three generations. Lord Fang... Lord Wenhou knows me! If you don't believe me, ask him!"

Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, sirs. I do know this man. He should not be a traitorous scholar."

The clerk in the bookstore cursed solemnly, "The whole family of the traitor will die! The whole clan of the demon will die!"

"Where is Fang Yun?" The people in front of Sanwei Bookstore rushed over in a mighty manner.

Fang Yun held his forehead.