The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

After Fang Yun wrote the last word, the official seal moved lightly to communicate with the Dayuanfu Holy Temple.

The holy temple in Dayuanfu City erupts with invisible and colorless talents, connecting the vitality of heaven and earth, scholars and fortunes within hundreds of miles.

Every reader feels a power coming over him.

In the Fang family courtyard, Cai He was the first to say: "I would like to follow Fang's writing style!"

A faint white light writing brush flew out of Cai Hewen's palace and disappeared into Fang Yun's article.

"I would like to follow the direction of my writing!" Li Fanming, Yan Yukong and all the other scholars said together.

After everyone finishes speaking, Wen Gong will give birth to a white brush and fly into "Shang Zhongyong".

Within the jurisdiction of Dayuan Mansion, no matter in the bustling teahouse or in the quiet alleys, in the majestic and orderly government offices or in the lively academies, people shouted the same words one after another.

"I'm willing to follow the direction of my writing!"

"I'm willing to follow the direction of my writing!"

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Tens of thousands of pale white light pens rose from various places in Dayuan Mansion, then flew over the Fang family at extremely fast speeds, and landed on the paper in front of Fang Yun.

Every time a light pen enters, the light on the surface of "Shang Zhongyong" will inevitably become brighter. By the end, this page is like the bright moon in the daytime.

After the last white-light brush entered, the page shook and shattered into pieces of black text.

The black words hovered in the air, flying around Fang Yun. Each word seemed to be a living creature, which was really endearing.

“Words dance!”

At the same time, each word emits a strange sound, spreading in all directions. This time, not only the literati can hear it, but everyone within a thousand miles can hear it.

Regardless of their literary status, regardless of whether they are rich or poor, regardless of gender, old or young, everyone who hears this voice seems to have learned the knowledge in the text, just like a great scholar who speaks the words of heaven and teaches it himself.

"The message spreads thousands of miles and educates all peoples. Plus the words dance, it's a triple vision. I really envy Fang Yun's talent." Yan Yukong couldn't help but sigh.

"Why don't people give him the nickname Fang Zhenguo? It's just a wrong name, not a wrong nickname. Now I really hope that he will make a big fuss during the Jinshi Examination. Hehe, let's take the Jinshi Examination together in December this year. You’ll know then.”

"Other visions are nothing, there are poems and lyrics, but the vision of educating all the people is equivalent to a partial and slight movement of literary stars. The people of Jiangzhou and Jingguo are really blessed. People within a thousand miles can be enlightened by Fang Yun. For Those people in their 70s and 80s may not have much effect, but they are enough to make children calm down and study, to make young people no longer confused, and to make middle-aged people wake up. This is the role of genius. Just one article can change the country. Thousands of people!”

"The key is that the truth in it is really thought-provoking and insightful. If I had read this article when I was young, my achievements today would probably have improved by 10%. Because I was far ahead of my classmates in poetry and writing, my teachers praised me for my intelligence, and my classmates praised me for my talent. , the neighbor said I am smart, and until today, I was convinced of it, but now I understand that it is useless to praise me for being smart, because that is the talent I already have, and someone should recognize my efforts and make me work harder. The way of education." Jia Jing'an said.

"It is not easy to conquer the country with articles. The story of this article may seem simple, but it is actually divided into three parts. The first is to use Fang Zhongyong's deeds to point out the importance of hard work. The second is, as Jing'an said , teach people to understand wisdom and The difference between hard work echoes Fang Yun's saying, "There is a road to a mountain of books, and hard work leads to a boundless sea of ​​learning." Third, it is an inspiring message. Should you choose loyalty or filial piety in times of trouble? This article is afraid. It’s going to cause controversy again.”

Fang Yun shook his head helplessly when he heard this. Even if the original text of "Shang Zhongyong" did not contain the last two principles, it would be enough to subdue the country. After all, it was Wang Anshi's masterpiece.

Wang Anshi was a genius in full bloom. Even though the Song Dynasty had a monster-like poet named Su Dongpo, Wang Anshi was still tied with Su Dongpo among the eight great poets of the Tang and Song Dynasties. They were even better in terms of classics, meanings and policy theory. Moreover, Wang Anshi once ranked first among the officials. Presided over the reform.

Now that Fang Yun has added the knowledge of later generations and the most sensitive holy way of the Holy Yuan Continent, this article will definitely provoke a debate among the literati of the ten countries, and the scale will definitely be greater than whether the nature is good or evil.

However, Fang Yun didn't want to participate in this kind of debate. If he was not careful, he would attract the hatred of a certain school of thought. It was better to watch the show from the sidelines.

Fang Yun stretched out his hand and pointed at Fang Li, and the words "Injury to Zhongyong" were like sharks smelling blood, rushing towards Fang Li crazily.

The black words flowed on Fang Li's body, making Fang Li jump up and down in fright, tearing his clothes and rolling, but he couldn't make those black words go away. Not long after, those black words entered through his eyes, nostrils, ears, mouth, etc., and finally turned into invisible power and integrated into his body.

"you……"

Fang Li lowered his head, touched and patted his body, and found that there was nothing strange about his body. However, he had also heard the name of pen attack. When the saints resisted the demon barbarians invading the Two Realms Mountains, they launched hundreds of millions of Writing. Although Fang Yun's writing and the writing of the saints are not on the same level, it is well known to everyone that he uses his writing to attack evil.

"What did you do to me!" Fang Li became more and more angry. As soon as this article was published, his reputation became worse as it spread more widely.

Fang Yun said coldly: "It's nothing. Let's gather the power of all the scholars in Dayuan Mansion and the talents of the Holy Temple to denounce your evil deeds. From now on, anything you do that harms Fang Zhongyong will be denounced by the power of the pen." Stop it. Zhongyong, you will stay in the county school and spend every ten-day holiday at home. If you don't become a Jinshi, the power of writing on your father will not disappear. If you are really filial, that's fine. I'd like to study well and wait until I become a Jinshi to rescue him."

"My uncle's kindness and virtue will never be forgotten by Zhongyong." Fang Zhongyong once again gave Fang Yun a great gift.

"Little beast, you..." Fang Li was about to continue scolding Fang Zhongyong, but found that his mouth was sealed by an invisible force and he couldn't say a word.

Fang Li flew into a rage and punched Fang Zhongyong in the nose, wanting to kill his son.

However, when his fist was still two feet away from Fang Zhongyong, his body was immobilized by an invisible force, making him motionless, unable even to blink, and could only move his eyes.

The anger in Fang Li's eyes could burn down the entire Dayuan Mansion.

Fang Zhongyong said hurriedly: "Uncle, my father has always been like this, will it hurt him?"

"No, it will be lifted after a while. You follow Magistrate Cai and return to Ji County with Magistrate Cai immediately. Magistrate Cai will arrange everything for you." Fang Yun said.

Cai He asked in surprise: "I want to attend your celebration banquet today to cleanse my reputation. Why do you want me to go back to Ji County right away?"

Fang Yun smiled and said: "I said you would do me this favor before, so I will tell you the second thing. Lord Wenxiang has already gone to Wudaohe, and you must have strayed from him."

"Ah? My mentor went to Wudao River? Why didn't I know? I still want to see him in Dayuan Mansion!" Cai He said.

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you go quickly? With Wen Xiang's temperament, I'm afraid he will look for a peaceful place. You can find it by sending people to search along the river."

"I'll go back right away!" Cai He turned around in a hurry, walked a few steps, waved to Fang Zhongyong, and then left quickly.

Fang Zhongyong knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to his father Fang Li, and finally kowtowed to Fang Yun and left quickly with Cai He.

However, Cai He walked to the door and suddenly shouted: "No one moves!"

Fang Zhongyong was startled and remained motionless. Fang Yun and other officials also looked at Cai He in confusion.

Cai He unexpectedly recited a poem about speeding and war.

"The young pommel horse is as fast as flying..."

Fang Yun was stunned for a moment. Although he had never used this poem before, it was a commonly used war poem. Moreover, when Fang Yun left Ji County that day, he wrote a poem called "Morning Journey to Ji County". Cai Zhixian After grabbing "Morning Journey to Ji County", he used this quick war poem to run away.

But today's "Shang Zhongyong" has disappeared because of the need to criticize Fang Li, and it is impossible to grab it.

"Is he planning to rush back to Ji County to see Prime Minister Wen?"

As soon as this thought came to Fang Yun's mind, he saw Cai He rushing to the table and sweeping away the things on the table.

The woolen felt used to support the paper had been broken and was swept away. On the tawny wooden textured tabletop, strong and powerful ink marks were revealed. It was as if a knife was used to carve words on the table and then was stained black by thick ink. Every stroke was full of ink. Every stroke of spiritual energy is extremely sharp, like sharp knives thrust into the table.

Only then did Fang Yun and everyone wake up.

"Shang Zhongyong" is an article to protect the country. When Fang Yun wrote the article, he incorporated strong power. It penetrated the back of the paper and then penetrated into the wood, which is rare in the world.

With lightning speed, Cai He lifted the 500-kilogram demon world wooden table onto his shoulders, carried a quick poem, and ran away.

Cai He shouted as he ran: "My teacher came to Ji County. I have nothing to give, so I borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha. My teacher will definitely like it when he sees it! Don't worry, I, Cai He, will not treat my own people badly. I will definitely ask for some good things from my teacher." Something for you!”

Fang Yun immediately put his hand on his forehead and said directly to Wen Xiang, "You are a dignified Jinshi. With Wudaohe's political achievements, you will soon become a magistrate. Wearing a white robe and sword uniform, you can run around the street carrying a table." , is this something done by humans?

Li Fanming slapped his thigh and said: "If there are scratches on the table, it means it is useless. It is useless to the opponent's luck, but it is a treasure to us! No wonder he is a Jinshi. Why didn't I think of putting the table in the chest first?" Hu Bei! He is just an ordinary Jinshi, and it is impossible for us who have Hu Bei to lose to him! Misstep!"

"I learned a trick today." Yan Yukong said.

"Fang Yun is very accurate in judging people. He is just like Cai Fahai in "The Legend of White Snake"." Zong Wude said.

Afterwards, more than a dozen people began to look around to see if there was any lucky calligraphy treasure that they could take with them.

Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "What are you looking at? It's lunch soon, let's go back to the room and sit down together!"

Li Fanming said: "Teacher, although that table is far inferior to Zhenguo's poems and essays, it has your ability to see through the back of paper and penetrate into wood. It is a rare good thing. When you become a semi-saint, it will be a family heirloom!"

"Yes, Master, you can write letters to us from now on. It's a waste of money to send letters!" Shitang said at the side.

"Teacher, I wrote a poem yesterday called "Blank", please help fill in the content of the poem." Jia Jing'an said with a smile.

"One of them is more serious than the other. Now you remember that I am your mentor? Stop talking nonsense and go back to the house and sit down."