The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

When the first test question of the first round was announced, Fang Yun seemed to hear many people sighing with relief. It was obvious that this trip was very orthodox.

Fang Yun looked to both sides. One hundred and ten people from eleven academies stood in a line on the flat ground. Except for him and Yan Yukong who were wearing Juren robes, all the others were wearing white sword clothes.

Every two people were three feet apart.

The sky of the literary world of the competition was blue and white clouds, and in front was an endless yellow land. The wind blew and the dust flew.

Fang Yun knew that this was a literary world dedicated to the Ten Kingdoms Competition. At least a half-saint could create a literary world, and the literary world had many magical uses.

A person from the Confucius Mansion Academy smiled and said, "Everyone, write the horse-praising poem quickly. If you are a step slower, you will lag behind Fang Yun too far, and it will be embarrassing."

Many people laughed kindly.

"Humph, that may not be the case!" A person from Qing Kingdom said coldly.

Most of the top five students in the academy smiled and said nothing. They had the pride of a great country. Even if they had doubts about Fang Yun, they never denied what Fang Yun showed and recognized his talent.

A person from Qi State said: "I will throw out a brick to attract jade and take the first step. There is a flying horse without wings in the western extreme..."

Qiao Juze, who was close to Fang Yun, smiled and said: "As expected of Qi State's third place winner, he recited the flying horse, one of the eight horses, as soon as he opened his mouth. This poem has both form and spirit, and it will surely be able to turn the peerless horse into a poem."

Everyone was not in a hurry, but listened to Qi State's third place winner Liang Zhongdao continue to write poems. This kind of thousands of miles of running is not a matter of a moment. It is better to think first than to be too aggressive. Listening to other people's poems first may help you write poems.

After Liang Zhongdao finished reciting a poem, he saw a translucent snow-white horse appear in front of him. The horse raised its head and whined, and the surrounding vitality was shaking. It was obviously better than ordinary horses. Its form and meaning were similar to those of the demon race.

"Goodbye!"

The horse had a matching saddle, Liang Zhongdao jumped on the horse, gently pinched the horse's belly, and the white horse immediately ran.

When the horse started running, Fang Yun suddenly realized that the horse's hair was very long, and when it ran, the white hair fluttered like bird feathers, no wonder it was named "Fanyu".

"So fast!" The students of the lower-ranked academy praised one after another. Qiguo won the first place in the Ten Countries Competition last year, and Liang Zhongdao's preemptive victory showed the demeanor of a great country.

Cui Wang said with a spring thunder: "Brother Fang, don't wait, our Jingguo can't compete for the first place in the academy, but I hope you can get the first place among students!"

"The people of Jingguo are getting more and more arrogant!"

"People of Jingguo, wait until you can enter the top five of the academy before you speak out!"

"Don't make a fuss, everyone, the competition is important."

People from various countries spoke up, and Cui Wang's face turned red. Although he was a Jingguo person, Jingguo was only ranked tenth in the academy, but he said such things. After being accused, he had no power to refute.

"I'll be the second one." Fang Yun wanted to think carefully, but his countrymen were insulted for their kindness, so he had to come forward in advance.

Everyone stopped thinking about the poem and looked at Fang Yun together. Most people's eyes were full of expectations, while a few people cursed Fang Yun to fail in their hearts.

At the same time, the venue outside the literary world of the competition was full of people, and nearly 100,000 people sat on the steps of the venue.

Although the Ten Nations Competition was held in the literary world, everything that happened in the literary world formed a huge light curtain 30 feet high, which was erected in the competition venue of the Confucius Mansion Academy.

This light curtain is like the list of candidates or Jinshi issued by the Holy Temple. Anyone within ten miles of the Confucius Mansion Academy can see it, but the people in the venue look more carefully.

Near the Confucius Mansion Academy, countless scholars held today's "Sacred Way" and "Literary Newspaper" and looked up at the light curtain of the competition, and countless people were whispering.

"It's Fang Yun! I recognized him. He's even more handsome than at the Mid-Autumn Literary Conference!"

"What a pity for this genius. In the competition with ten people in a team, even if he is extremely talented, he is only one in ten, and only one in a hundred in the competition."

"Jingguo has been weak for many years, and he can't save it alone. He can only rank ninth at most, and it is absolutely impossible to advance to the top eight. The gap between the eighth and the ninth is almost the gap between the first and the sixth, which is completely incomparable."

"He should be the first in the first section of this journey of thousands of miles. I wonder how he will be in the rest."

Not only in Kongcheng, but also in the counties and prefectures of the ten countries, not only in the ancient land of Shihan and the ancient land of Huangcheng, even in the two-boundary mountains, the sea of ​​prisons and other dangerous places, wherever there is a holy temple academy, a huge light curtain will appear outside the door, and people nearby can watch.

Billions of people are watching this annual competition.

The Ten Countries Competition is not the highest level, but it is the largest and most influential.

Jinshi are not only the backbone of a country's scholars, but also the future of a country's scholars. The strength of a country's Jinshi determines the strength of the country.

Amid the discussion of the crowd, Fang Yun recited Li Bai's "Song of the Heavenly Horse".

"The celestial horse came out of Yuezhi Cave, with tiger patterns and dragon wing bones on its back.

It neighed at the blue sky, shook its green hair, and its blue tendons and powerful strength disappeared.

It soared to Kunlun, passed the westernmost part, and none of its four legs stumbled.

The cock crowed and the swallows ate in Yue, and the god walked with lightning steps and treaded in a panic.

The celestial horse called, the flying dragon rushed, and Chang Geng, with bright eyes, held two ducks.

The tail was like a meteor, the head was thirsty, and the mouth spurted red light and sweat.

I once accompanied the dragon to tread on the sky, and the golden belt illuminated the imperial capital.

The free spirit soared to the nine regions, and who dared to sell the white jade like a mountain.

Looking back and laughing at Ziyan, I only felt that you were stupid."

When Fang Yun recited this poem, the sky was turbulent, and white clouds gathered from all directions at an incredible speed, and then the white clouds settled, boiling and rolling, and finally condensed into an extremely majestic white horse, with hair like tiger patterns, bones like dragon wings, red light spurting out of its mouth, and sweat on the horse's neck was like blood.

Just as the horse roared, the white clouds within a thousand miles were torn apart and dispersed.

When Fang Yun was halfway through reciting this ancient poem, all the students in the literary world held their breath and kept their voices low. Even the students from Qingguo and Guguo who were hostile to Fang Yun did not have any disrespectful thoughts. Deep down in their hearts, they were the purest The scholar's heart allows them to maintain the most basic respect for good poetry.

They still hate Fang Yun, but they can't hate good poetry at all.

"Farewell!"

Fang Yun turned over and sat on the tiger-striped keel horse, and said softly "drive". He saw the wind blowing from the four hooves of the horse, and the whole body was surrounded by red light. It rushed out at a speed more than five times faster than the feathered horse. Faster and faster.

But in the blink of an eye, the horse's hooves actually walked through the air, becoming a real Pegasus.

"As expected of Fang Zhenguo, this poem is divided into two sections. The first section says that this horse is as powerful as a tiger and a dragon, and its voice cracks the blue clouds. Even the towering Kunlun Mountains can easily leap. In the morning, it was still being groomed in Yanzhou. We have reached tens of thousands of miles in the evening Yuezhou grazes outside, and in the end, the horse is even described as flying dragon. The second paragraph writes about the honor of this horse, which once shone on the capital of a country and surpassed all the horses in Shengyuan Continent, even those with as many mountains. You can’t even buy beautiful jade.”

"This poem is good, with a good form and spirit, and excellent rhetoric. The demon race and the horse are nothing more than that."

"This poem seems to have an ulterior motive. It seems to be saying that others can luck themselves out."

"The phrase 'but I think you are stupid', is it mocking our stupidity?"

Many academicians changed their expressions slightly, and the words "I think you are stupid" immediately became extremely harsh.

Yan Yukong smiled and said: "Not to mention that Fang Yun will never laugh at us. Even if he is laughing and calling us 'Ziyan', it is still a compliment. But a really stupid person will answer the question and say that Ziyan is It’s an exaltation.”

After hearing this, many Shangshe scholars softened their expressions. Ziyan was a well-known good horse, and he was not sarcastic. Besides, there was no need for Fang Yun to offend everyone like this.

Fang Yun knew before reciting this poem that someone would use it to cause trouble, but he did not change it because this poem is actually a self-explanatory poem by Li Bai. The whole poem is actually divided into five sections.

Fang Yun only recited the first two paragraphs of the original "Song of Pegasus", which described the shape, spirit and achievements of the white horse. The third paragraph that he did not recite was about the horse being neglected, the fourth paragraph was about the decline of the horse in his later years, and the fifth paragraph was about the horse's neglect. I write about the horse in the hope that I can get help from benevolent people and use it again.

When Li Bai wrote this poem, he was pardoned on the way to exile. He thought that the world was new and he had the possibility of recovery.

Fang Yun once read this poem and thought of the line in Li Bai's eternally famous poem "Sleepwalking Heavenly Mother's Song of Farewell", "An Neng can destroy my eyebrows and bend my waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy", and sighed sadly.

Li Bai had supreme talent but was not suitable for a cunning official career. After Fang Yun arrived in Shengyuan Continent, he would get distracted every time he read Li Bai's poems. He always thought that with Li Bai's talent, he would never be suppressed by any bureaucrats and powerful people in Shengyuan Continent. He will definitely go all the way to Qingyun, and may become the first person to open up the five realms of war poetry.

Therefore, even though Fang Yun knew that he would be misunderstood, he still chanted those two lines of poems to respect Li Bai and thank Shixian.

Cui Wang raised his head and said, "Those who have traveled thousands of miles across the plains must have the best luck!"

This time there was no rebuttal.

Yan Yukong laughed and said, "It's wonderful to have a genius of the same generation for us to chase! How wonderful! How wonderful! No more regrets!"

Afterwards, Yan Yukong recited poems, and the others followed, just like the eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing his magical powers. The poems turned into horses of different shapes, galloping on the plains, leaving behind streaks of flying dust.

"We may lose to Fang Yun, but the heart of the holy way will never give in!" one person shouted.

"I am willing to follow my luck and strengthen my human race!"

"May the human race be in peace and the holy way may be prosperous forever!"

"Fang Yun, here we come! Drive!"

Countless people from all over the ten countries cheered.

Near the various liberal arts academies of the Qing and Wu Kingdoms, which were in opposition to the Jing Kingdom, many civilians looked at the scene on the light screen with smiles. They could not see that the people from the enemy country were far ahead, but only saw the human race's Jinshi moving forward bravely.

Even though there are differences between countries in the hearts of most civilians, under the heavy pressure of demons and barbarians, they still hope that the human race can stand up, even if people from the enemy country can do it, it doesn't matter.

In the past Ten Kingdoms Competition, there have been many discords among the countries. Although the Ten Kingdoms people are used to it, many people always feel a little regretful in their hearts. Even at the beginning of this Ten Kingdoms Competition, there were signs of internal strife.

However, when Fang Yun defeated the other heroes with his unique skills, the competition changed. It changed from open and secret fighting in the past to working together, and it became a good situation where one person leads and everyone follows.

Even though this process may be short-lived, it leaves the light of hope in everyone's heart.

The plain of two hundred miles seemed far away, but Fang Yun rode a Pegasus and passed through it in less than two quarters of an hour, arriving in front of an endless stretch of water.

Fang Yun didn't know whether to call it a sea or a river, because even the Yangtze River was only a hundred miles wide, and the water ahead was definitely more than two hundred miles, and the next journey in the water was farther than the previous plain.

As soon as Fang Yun got off his horse, he heard a voice.