The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The whole audience stood up to welcome the two great scholars.

The white cloud quickly approached Yushan Mountain and then slowly landed.

Minister of Literature Jiang Hechuan still had white hair scattered behind him, his white eyebrows were still so eye-catching, and his eyes were full of kindness.

The great scholar next to him was the opposite, with black hair and fewer wrinkles on his skin than Jiang Hechuan, but if you look at his eyes, you will feel that he is at least ten years older than Jiang Hechuan.

In his eyes, there seemed to be war flags fluttering and drums roaring, and there was a war going on every moment.

His eyes were extremely cold, so cold that there was no trace of emotion. The tens of thousands of people in front of him were no different from rocks in his eyes.

"Good morning, everyone!" Jiang Hechuan smiled and bowed to everyone.

"Good morning, Minister of Literature!" Everyone hurriedly returned the greeting.

The moment Fang Yun lowered his head, he suddenly felt as if time was flowing backwards, and saw all the chrysanthemum petals or dogwood leaves scattered on the ground flying backwards according to the original trajectory, and finally all fell back on the original branches or calyx.

Flowers fall and bloom again on Double Ninth Festival, and a word of autumn peace sends spring to us.

Everyone looked up, looking at Jiang Hechuan with envy or admiration, and they were all shocked by the power of the great scholar.

General Zhou Junhu, who swept the petals all over the field with murderous intent, was even more convinced.

Jiang Hechuan stretched out his left hand, slid his wide sleeves lightly, and said: "This is the great scholar Nangong Leng of Wu State. He came to enjoy with us because he passed by the capital. Brother Nangong's poetry is ranked first among the great scholars. Today, he presented poems to the Double Ninth Festival Literary Meeting, which is a great event for my Jing State."

Everyone bowed again in unison to greet.

"Hello, great scholar Nangong."

Nangong Leng nodded, without saying a word, he scanned the tens of thousands of people present, his eyes stayed on the faces of the limited number of people such as the black veil woman, Fang Yun, Nunu, etc. for a moment, and soon returned to his previous expression.

The two great scholars landed under the literary stage and disappeared.

Lei Yuanting hurriedly said, "Nangong, please sit here." He pointed to the first table on the left with a gesture of invitation.

Jiang Hechuan smiled and said, "Brother Nangong, please."

Nangong Leng nodded and sat at the main seat at the first table on the left, and then Jiang Hechuan went to the first table on the right and sat down.

All the people in the room sat down.

After everyone sat down, Jiang Hechuan immediately turned to look at Fang Yun and said, "Why doesn't Fang Zhenguo come to this table?"

Cao De'an smiled and said, "After you sit down, there is only one seat left at the first table. With such a beautiful woman, how can Fang Yun like to sit with us old men?"

"That's right." Jiang Hechuan smiled.

The head of the Wei family, a wealthy family in Beijing, stood up next to Fang Yun, walked over and whispered to Jiang Hechuan for a few words, then walked up to the literary stage to preside over this grand Chongyang Literary Meeting.

After some opening remarks, the head of the Wei family raised the amber dogwood wine and said, "The rise of the human race began with King Wen of Zhou and flourished with Confucius. Without Confucius, the human race would not be as prosperous as it is today. On this Double Ninth Festival, let's raise our cups to pay tribute to Confucius."

"To Confucius!" Everyone said respectfully, even the children who didn't drink alcohol raised small cups of water and drank it like adults.

"Second, to all the saints!"

"Third, to Jingguo!"

"Fourth, to all the elders!"

Finally, the head of the Wei family put down the cup and began to say some polite words about the Double Ninth Festival Literary Meeting, then asked everyone to eat and drink to fill their stomachs first, and at the same time began to arrange for the literati who wanted to write poems at the meeting.

The little fox was originally sitting on Fang Yun's lap, and she also drank four small cups of dogwood wine with a cup. After putting the cup on the table, she looked at Fang Yun with her hazy and charming little eyes, then cried softly and hugged Fang Yun tightly.

Fang Yun smiled and touched its head, but it suddenly sniffed lightly, rolled its eyes, jumped off Fang Yun's legs, and walked to Wen Xiang's feet as if stepping on cotton.

Jiang Hechuan smiled and lowered his head, saying: "Isn't this Nunu?"

The little fox nodded with a smile, then stood up and bowed to Jiang Hechuan.

As a great scholar, Jiang Hechuan immediately bowed in return and smiled: "I also greet little Nunu."

The little fox was so happy that she stood up and hugged Jiang Hechuan's legs, then stretched out her little paw and pointed at his waist.

Everyone looked over curiously, there was nothing there, but Wen Xiang smiled and said: "Good little fox, did you take a fancy to the things in my Hanhubei?"

Nunu covered her face with her other little paw and laughed shyly.

Jiang Hechuan reached out and touched the Hanhubei, took out some fruits he liked to eat from it, and asked: "Is it these?"

The little fox shook his head repeatedly.

Jiang Hechuan suddenly realized and said, "I know what you want. You are such a picky little thing!"

"Hmm..." Nunu still looked at Jiang Hechuan with a smile.

"It's just something to prepare for brewing wine. It's nothing. I'll let you try it." Jiang Hechuan said, and took out a small green fruit, only the size of a fingernail. It looked like a monkey head, emitting a faint light and a strange fragrance.

Fang Yun took a look and said hurriedly, "Nunu, come back. That's the 'Monkey Head Divine Fruit' that the monkey monsters in the demon world love the most. It is the top-level Monkey God Wine raw material, and one piece is worth a thousand gold. If it is given to the semi-saint family of the farmer, one Monkey Head Divine Fruit can brew a bottle of Huimeng Niang, which is second only to Monkey God Wine."

Nunu was slightly drunk, turned his head and made a face at Fang Yun, then clasped his fists to Jiang Hechuan, jumped lightly, bit the Monkey Head Divine Fruit, and fell to the ground.

Nunu took a bite, then her body trembled from the sour taste, her face was squeezed into a ball, and her body leaned back involuntarily, and finally she fell on the ground with her legs up in the air.

“Hahaha…”

The people around laughed loudly, and Fang Yun laughed the loudest.

The hericium fruit was very sour, but Nunu was reluctant to spit it out. As she walked back, she chewed it with a grimace, her little face wrinkled a little with each step, making Yang Yuhuan laugh while holding her stomach.

After Jiang Hechuan laughed, he said: "The immature Hericium fruit is suitable for making wine because of its acidity, while the mature Hericium fruit is only suitable for making entertainment drinks."

However, Nunu seemed to particularly like the Hericium fruit, and even endured the soreness and kept chewing it. Finally, she jumped back on Fang Yun's lap, lay down comfortably, then burped, smiled with satisfaction, and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

Fang Yun scratched Nunu's chin, and it made a few noises, then continued to sleep.

Jiang Hechuan said: "This thing is intoxicating and does not hurt anyone, so it doesn't matter."

Fang Yun said: "Thank you, Lord Wenxiang, for the reward. Nunu is too willful."

Jiang Hechuan smiled and said: "This thing is a gift from an old friend. Since it can smell it, it can be regarded as destined. It is just a fruit. Our human race cannot make monkey god wine, so it doesn't matter if there is more or less. However, I really hope. If you can get a glass of Monkey God Wine... no, one sip is enough!"

Fang Yun nodded and said: "Even Huimengjiang is extremely precious, let alone the Monkey God Wine. If you get a pot of Monkey God Wine, you can truly have a pillow of Dream Huangliang. It is a rare treasure in the demon world, even more precious than the longevity fruit." "

"It is said that Ji Kang, a great scholar who was addicted to alcohol, lurked in the demon world for five years to get half a pot of monkey god wine. Then the seven sages in the bamboo forest shared half of the pot and shouted that they would have no regrets in this life. If you don't drink this wine, you will have regrets for the rest of your life." Jiang Hechuan Extremely regretful.

"There are also rumors that Tao Yuanming and Tao Sheng's holy treasure 'Xanadu' were actually used to make good wine. After all, Tao Sheng's alcoholism is well known."

Everyone laughed.

Everyone was eating, drinking and chatting, and the atmosphere of the banquet gradually became lively.

Not long after, Wei Yuhuang came over and handed Fang Yun a piece of red cardboard with a black word "文" written on the front and a number on the back, which was No. 75.

Wei Yuhuang whispered: "The Chongyang Literary Society is no better than other literary societies. All the elites from the capital gather here. Not everyone is qualified to participate in the literary society. Our Wei family has selected seventy-four people, most of whom are good at poetry and poetry." If someone has a certain literary reputation, we will ask them to submit their previous poems. You are the 75th person in the finale. Of course, you can also choose the first one. Show up."

"I'm not the last one, am I?" Fang Yun said.

"The Wenhui card we gave Nangong Daru didn't have a serial number on the back."

"He can choose when to participate in the cultural conference at any time?"

"Yes. After all, the other party is a great scholar. No matter how he is assigned, some people will gossip, so it is up to him to decide. You seem unhappy?" Wei Yuhuang was a little nervous, fearing that he would offend Fang Yun at this time. If this Double Ninth Festival celebration was held, If it fails, the Wei family's reputation will suffer a major blow.

Fang Yun smiled and said: "I admire Nangong Daru's military exploits very much. A pillar of the human race who is in a high position must receive preferential treatment! Those who can work hard should get more! Don't worry, I won't have any objections."

"Thank you Lord Wen for your understanding. We will start the literary meeting immediately."

Two quarters of an hour later, with the sun in the sky and everyone having had enough wine and food, the head of the Wei family once again walked onto the stage.

The autumn wind comes slowly, blowing away the heat of noon.

On the literary stage covered with a red carpet, the head of the Wei family announced the specific rules of the literary meeting with his tongue, and then invited the top five scholars to come on and write poems.

Fang Yun listened carefully and found out that the poems of the Double Ninth Festival were written in groups of five people. The person with the worst poem in each group left directly, while the works of the other four people could be recited by the head of the Wei family.

After the leader of the Wei family finishes reciting, the second to fourth person will leave, and then the leader of the Wei family will ask a Hanlin or a bachelor to appreciate the poems of the person ranked first, indirectly helping this person become famous.

The lottery of the Wenhui is only given to the top three, but fifteen of the seventy-five people can get comments and appreciation from famous experts. In the eyes of many people, these fifteen seats are more important.

For most literati, this is probably the best opportunity in their lives to become famous.

The remaining seventy-four people have been arranged on one side of the desk. Fang Yun looked there, originally thinking that they would wait quietly, but unexpectedly there were four people with miserable faces, some humble and even flattering, begging the others.

Fang Yun was not far from there. He felt strange and listened carefully.

"Brothers, if you do me such a big favor today, you will repay me with all your heart in the future!"

"Five thousand taels! No more. My family is not from a famous family. If I beg my grandmother, I can only give out so much, no more!"

"Don't listen to them. My father is an eighth-grade civil servant in the prefect's yamen in the capital. If you help me this time, I owe you a favor! I swear on my literary courage!"

"Everyone, I was ranked fifth in the examination two years ago! Can you bear to see me failing to collect anything from this literary conference? I will be the prefect of any country in twenty years! Helping me today is equivalent to helping yourselves! Please! If I were in the same group as Fang Yun, I wouldn’t have the chance to be commented on by famous experts!”

Only then did Fang Yun understand why these four people were begging and couldn't laugh or cry.