The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

At the entrance of Laoshixiang, a group of students were talking excitedly.

Jingguo hadn't produced a single national poem or article for decades, but now not only had two of them been published in succession, but one was born right before their eyes, and they were all very excited.

Even the sons of the gentry praised Fang Yun endlessly. In front of the national article, the gap between the poor and the gentry no longer existed, and only the scholars' respect for literature and art remained.

"This man's talent can only be described as shocking. He is really full of knowledge."

"Fortunately, he wrote here. If he went to the seaside to write, the sentence 'Water is not deep, but it is magical if there is a dragon' would definitely alarm the Dragon Palace, and it would be hard to predict whether it would be a disaster or not."

"Those dragons are different from ordinary monsters. They love talent and fame the most. When Jianmei Gong injured the dragon grandson, the dragon grandson was not angry. Instead, he ran while praising Jianmei Gong and said that he would compete with him again someday."

"If the three saints Zhuge Liang, Yang Xiong and Confucius in "Humble House Inscription" knew that there were descendants like this, they would definitely be very pleased."

"My generation of scholars have saints in their hearts and thousands of troops in their bellies. How can it be simple and shabby! That Yan Yue really has a pair of dog eyes! "

"Aspiration is the root of literature. This boy has set his ambition in a humble room and is on par with the three saints. His grand plan is spreading out, like a tiger with wings. I am afraid that his talent in the palace of literature will be deeply rooted."

"Back then, Confucius also achieved success after many years of hard work. Fang Yun came from a humble family and studied hard for many years. Once "Humble House Ode" was published, it was naturally a success. "

"My Jingguo... is so bold! Who is running wildly in the city!"

"Hush, didn't you see that it was the carriage of the state criminal department?"

"Then...then you can't run so fast in the city. What if you hurt someone?" The man's momentum suddenly weakened by nine points.

"There should be an important person sitting inside, at least a Juren, who shouldn't let the carriage hurt anyone. Eh? Why is there another express carriage behind? It seems to be from the Supervisory Department? The important people from the Criminal Department and the Supervisory Department are here, and the Judicial Department is missing. Could it be that some official has an accident, forcing all three departments to come out?"

"Oh no! There are carriages of the city guards on the other side. Why do they look like they are double-teaming us? Aren't they here to arrest us?"

"If I can be surrounded and arrested by so many important people, I will not be wronged if I die."

"That seems to be the carriage of the prefect."

All the scholars stopped talking about "Humble House Inscription". Many people felt guilty even though they did nothing. This scene was too scary. It was no different from catching monsters entering the city.

The express carriages were getting closer and closer. Suddenly, six extremely high-pitched and loud horse neighs came from the east, and all the horses trembled, and a few even knelt on the ground.

The speeding carriages immediately slowed down and stopped. All the horses were out of the control of the coachmen. They leaned against the wall in horror and made way.

Six silver-white horses, one head taller than ordinary horses and three feet longer, pulled a carriage. The six horses were arrogant and didn't even bother to look at other horses.

Unlike ordinary horses, these six horses were not covered with hair, but thick silver-white scales.

"How come the only six dragon horses in Jiangzhou, Lord Jianmei is here!" a scholar whispered.

The people in the carriages started to curse.

"Lord Yuanjun is so majestic. Those who know you think you are a university scholar, and those who don't think you are a saint!"

"Li Wenying! Do you still have the friendship of our former comrades in arms?"

"Humph, if Lord Jianmei doesn't have the face to fight with me, a mere Jinshi, for a page of paper, I will definitely give in."

One after another, the senior officials got off the car, and all the powerful officials in Dayuan Prefecture gathered together.

The fourth-rank chief of the provincial criminal department, the fifth-rank prefect of Dayuan Prefecture, the fifth-rank prefect of the prefectural literary academy, the fifth-rank prefectural general of the prefectural army, the sixth-rank lieutenant of the city guard army, etc. were all there.

The scholars present were stunned. Are these officials still the officials who usually appear to be harmonious? Why are they all on edge, and everyone is resentful of Li Wenying.

At this moment, these people have completely abandoned their official identities and appeared as scholars.

The dragon horses can scare horses, but they can't scare these juren and jinshi.

The six dragon horses had to stop, snorting constantly, and their hooves were running around, eager to try. Each dragon horse can fight a scholar alone, and they are not convinced by anyone except Li Wenying.

Li Wenying, who looks like he is in his early thirties, lifted the door curtain and walked out, looking around at everyone, smiling slightly, and his two sword eyebrows became more heroic.

"How are you, everyone? My dragon horse has a bad temper, so you have to bear with me." Li Wenying said with a smile.

The six dragon horses immediately shouted loudly after being praised, and raised their heads high.

Prefect Sun said confidently: "I heard that you snatched the original manuscript of "The Pillow Book" from Zhou Zhubu, and you were able to annotate "Three Character Classic". You can be said to have gained both fame and fortune. Why are you still not satisfied?"

It was unimaginable for a fifth-rank official to question a third-rank official in this way before the rise of the Holy Academy, but now everyone thinks it is commonplace and thinks that Prefect Sun has the character of a literati.

Li Wenying said frankly: "The article of "Zhen Guo Ren Gu" is a famous article that has not been published for a hundred years. I am the leader of the state's literary academy, the teacher of thousands of people, and I am also a university scholar. I should not give up the position. If this "Humble House Inscription" can help me become a great scholar, everyone will be happy."

"That's wrong. Everyone knows that Jianmei Gong is a great scholar. Chen Sheng once said that you will definitely become a great scholar within 20 years. Why do you have to compete with us Jinshi for this article?"

The supervisor Zhu Sizheng, who was in his sixties, suddenly said: "I am a juren, so can't I compete?"

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, Mr. Zhu, please don't misunderstand. Don't fall for Li Wenying's trick. I have always respected your selflessness. If I get the "Humble Room Inscription", I will definitely let you have a sneak peek." Magistrate Sun said.

"What does it mean that you have obtained the "Inscription on the Humble Room"? Our Lord sent me a letter from Yuhai City, saying that he is determined to obtain the "Inscription on the Humble Room"!" said the rank-6 general.

Jiangzhou's prefecture government office and liberal arts academy are both in Dayuanfu, but the prefecture army is stationed in Yuhai City, mainly to guard against sea monsters.

"Everyone, please don't argue. Let's work together to deal with Duke Jianmei first. If he sees Fang Yun, we really have no chance at all." Another person said.

The internal strife stopped and everyone looked at Li Wenying.

"This article is of great use to me, and I must not give it to you and others!" Li Wenying stood at the front of the car, dressed in official robes, with a firm tone.

"How about Mr. Li hand over the original manuscript of "Pillow Story" and the annotations of "Three Character Classic", we will leave immediately. If you eat meat, you must give us some soup, right?"

Li Wenying said: "Humph, none of you are capable of commenting on the "Three Character Classic". As for "The Pillow Notes", who has ever forced me to spit out the things I, Li Wenying, swallowed? Stop talking nonsense, "The Inscription on the Humble Room" "It's Fang Yun's fault. It's up to him to decide who to give it to. I, Li Wenying, am not a person who takes advantage of others. I specially prepared something to exchange with him before I came here."

As he spoke, Li Wenying took something out of his sleeve pocket.

It was an ingot that was two fingers thick and half a foot long. Different from ordinary ink ingots, the surface of this ink ingot was covered with fine red blood threads, like jade and fire, which seemed to be flowing. The top of the ink ingot is carved with a dragon head, which is lifelike.

"Dragon blood ink ingot!" A scholar whispered enviously.

Sun Sizheng said: "Your dragon blood ink ingot is only the blood of the demon king dragon grandson, which is much worse than the blood of the great demon dragon son, let alone the blood of the dragon saint. The first manuscript of "The Humble Chamber Inscription" is enough to be famous for centuries. The other party shipped it from It’s of no great use, but it’s enough to give me a few more Hanlins in Jingguo. I can’t exchange it for a low-grade dragon blood ink ingot. If you take out the dragon bone and dragon beard pen, we will never fight again.”

Li Wenying snorted coldly, extremely unhappy. He had worked hard to obtain the dragon bone and dragon beard from the demon king Longsun. It was much more valuable than the dragon blood ink ingot. If it was refined into a more powerful cultural treasure, he would not be willing to give it away.

"Although your dragon blood ink ingot can enhance the war poetry by 20 to 30%, it will only take a few years. I have a treasure in my hand that can be exchanged with Fang Shuangjia."

Li Wenying said: "It's just a cultural treasure of the people. I have a Jinshi cultural treasure at home, the 'demon pen'. Although it can only kill monsters but not hurt people, this pen is enough to enhance the power of war poems by 10%."

Everyone was silent. Their status was not low, but it was much worse than Li Wenying. It was impossible for them to exchange the Jinshi Wenbao.

Magistrate Sun said unwillingly: "Fang Yun is just a child. He must at least become a scholar before he can use the Jinshi Wenbao. Even if it is given to him now, it will not be of much use."

"How far will it be from the day when he will be a civil servant? One year or two years?" Li Wenying asked.

Magistrate Sun couldn't answer. The possibility of Fang Yun winning the election in a short time was too high.

At this time, Lord Weiyuan of Fuwenyuan suddenly said: "Since this article is so important, and it is useless to keep it, why not donate it to the imperial court and keep it in Jingguo Academy. Imitate it to the Holy Academy and let meritorious officials read it. Isn’t it the best of both worlds?”

Many people looked at Mr. Weiyuan with disgust. Although he was in the Wenyuan, he was the lackey of the left prime minister. It was obvious that he had selfish motives and did not want Fang Yun to benefit.

Li Wenying lowered his face and said: "That is Fang Yun's thing. If he wants to donate it, he can donate it. If he doesn't want to donate, no one can force him to do so. From the tone of the Weiyuan Lord, it seems that he wants to exchange it with Fang Yun? I don't know if there is anyone in the liberal arts academy?" What can I get?"

Lord Weiyuan puffed up his chest and said, "This item is extremely important to our Jingguo. Since Fang Yun is a scholar in our Jingguo, it is only natural that he should donate it to the imperial court."

Magistrate Sun mocked: "The Jun family of Weiyuan has hundreds of thousands of silver, tens of thousands of acres of fertile land, and countless treasures. It is also extremely important to our Jingguo. You are also a scholar of our Jingguo, so donate it to the court. As long as you can If I do, I will immediately persuade Fang Yun to donate the "Humble Room Inscription".

"You...you are so arrogant!" Lord Weiyuan said angrily.

Li Wenying's sword eyebrows moved, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he said slowly: "Before I get angry, you'd better get away. Tell that old dog, the left prime minister, that if he dares to touch Fang Yun, I will kill his entire family!"

The deathly silence around him, this is Lord Jianmei. He will tolerate whatever is justified, but he has never been polite to Lord Weiyuan who incites troubles and plots against the talents of Jingguo.

Those scholars were so frightened that they lowered their heads in a hurry, thinking that he was indeed the sword-browed Duke who almost killed the dragon. He was so terrifying that he even dared to threaten the first prime minister.

On the contrary, the officials were relatively calm. Li Wenying's official position was not as good as that of the Zuo Prime Minister, but he was determined to pacify the demons and stay out of the court. Both of them were bachelors, and the Zuo Prime Minister was probably more talented, but if they fought to the death, Li Wenying had a greater chance of winning.

Li Wenying, a poet in the Sword Poetry of Wind and Rain, has the power to threaten the left prime minister.

Weiyuanjun didn't expect to violate Li Wenying's taboo, so he was so frightened that he walked away without even sitting in the car. Just clenched his right fist tightly.