The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"Fang Yun, a student from Ji County, please be chosen by the Holy Spirit!"

Fang Yun's clear voice echoed in the literary courtyard.

Lord Weiyuan looked at Fang Yun in shock, unable to react for a moment, and then became furious: "How could this be possible! How dare you!" After speaking, he glared at Liu Zicheng.

But Liu Zicheng lowered his head, with a vicious smile on his face.

"Bastard!" Mr. Weiyuan cursed in a low voice, not sure whether he was scolding Fang Yun or Liu Zicheng.

Gao Minghong sighed softly, but in his heart he admired Fang Yun's decisiveness, and couldn't help but think of the history of "asking for the Holy Selection".

In the early days of the establishment of the Literary Academy, a major event occurred.

In Yongwen Mansion in Wuzhou, Jia State, a promising scholar was disqualified from entering the literary academy because he offended the local lord. The scholar's mother was angered to death.

The scholar complained unjustly to the king of Fuyuan, but the officials protected him, and the matter was finally suppressed by Wuzhou officials.

He endured the humiliation and studied hard. After becoming a Jinshi, he returned to Yongwen Mansion and killed 141 members of the Yuanjun's family, leaving no chickens or dogs behind, and then committed suicide in public.

This incident shocked the ten countries. Some people felt sorry for the more than one hundred people, and some felt sorry that the human race might lose a great scholar.

The Holy Court sent a team of executioners led by the Legalist Semi-Saint to Wuzhou to hear the case. All high-ranking officials who served in Yongwen Mansion and Wuzhou were investigated. Anyone who shielded the Lord of the Court was executed. Three clans and nine generations are not allowed to take the imperial examination.

In order to prevent this kind of thing from happening again, the Holy Court established the "Holy Choice".

If someone thinks he has great talent but is rejected by the Academy of Arts, he can ask the Holy Selection to be evaluated by the Half-Sage himself.

Since the appearance of the Holy Chosen, a total of five people have applied for the Holy Chosen, but all of them failed. Just because the Semi-Saint's knowledge is too high, even if the questions are deliberately asked to be simple, if the answers are not good enough, they will not be confirmed to pass.

The literary palaces of the five people who failed were all greatly affected, and all of them became unknown.

More than two hundred years have passed since the last time I asked for the Holy Chosen. There are no longer those who dare to force people to ask for the Holy Chosen and who are willing to ask for the Holy Chosen.

After two hundred years of calm, Mr. Weiyuan didn't even connect Fang Yun's removal with the Holy Selection.

No matter whether Fang's luck is successful or not, the imperial court will definitely send someone to investigate Mr. Weiyuan. He is a member of the Left Prime Minister and is not afraid of investigation. But if the Holy Selection happens to him, his reputation will definitely plummet, and the Left Prime Minister will not be able to reuse him.

If Fortune passes the Holy Council's election, then it is not a question of whether King Wei Yuan's literary reputation will fall, but a question of being infamy for thousands of years. At that time, the Holy Court will definitely send people to investigate strictly, and even ten left ministers will not be able to protect him.

Lord Weiyuan's eyes were full of hatred, thinking that if he had known that Fang Yun was so bold, he would have let him enter the liberal arts academy and then used various means to harm him, but now it was too late to regret.

More than half of the students were excited. They originally admired Fang Yun's talent and thought that Fang Yun would swallow his anger. But now that they saw that Fang Yun actually chose to die with the Lord of the Guard, they couldn't help but admire Fang Yun even more.

Other older people shook their heads and sighed, feeling that Fang Yun was not worth it. Once he failed to apply for the Holy Selection, it would be equivalent to being rejected by the Semi-Sage. Even if he had the talent of Heaven, the Wen Palace would be broken.

Liu Zicheng's comrades were smiling, as if they were sure of victory and determined that defeat was inevitable.

Guan Yaoyuan in the crowd mocked in a relieved tone: "That day you broke mine and Yan Yue's Wen Gong, today I will let you taste the same thing. No, the Wen Gong was broken by the words of the semi-sage, you It will be ten times worse than us! You will become the laughing stock of the ten countries!"

Fang Yun's voice passed through the holy courtyard and finally reached the holy temple in front.

Nothing changed at first, but after a moment, an invisible force shot straight into the sky from the temple, pushing away thousands of miles of clouds. It formed an impact centered on the temple and set off strong winds in all directions.

The branches were swaying, dust was flying, and clothes were rustling. Everyone except Fang Yun had to squint their eyes and turn their backs to the temple.

"Boom!" Several houses closest to the temple collapsed, and several trees were uprooted.

There is a big bell on the left side of the temple. No one has hit it, but it suddenly makes a loud noise.

"Boom..."

The sound of the bell spread in all directions.

The sound reached the Prefectural Wen Yuan, and the bells of the Prefecture Wen Yuan's temple also tolled by themselves, emitting an even louder sound that spread far away.

The spread speed of this temple bell is much faster than ordinary sound. With Dayuanfu as the center, the temple bells in surrounding counties rang one after another, then the bells in the entire Jiangzhou, and finally all the temple bells in the National Academy of Literature in Jingguo rang. stand up.

People all over Jingguo talked about it a lot.

"What's wrong? Isn't it an invasion of monsters?"

"No, the bell of the invasion of monsters will be very rapid and ringing continuously. This time the bell only rings once. I don't know what happened."

"Isn't it an accidental collision?"

"The temple bell cannot ring. Only the temple itself can ring the bell."

"I hope it's not a bad thing."

In the Jiangzhou Literary Academy, Li Wenying stood up suddenly when he heard the bell, pressed his official seal with his hand, and saw everything in the Fuwen Academy with his eyes.

"You actually forced Fang Yun to ask for the Holy Selection. How audacious! Extremely despicable! Come on!"

As Li Wenying spoke, the white paper flew to the table, and words immediately appeared on it. Then Li Wenying picked up the official seal and pressed it on it.

A servant came in quickly and said, "What are your orders, Master Yuanjun?"

"Take my order and go to Fuwen Academy. Regardless of whether Fang Yun succeeds or fails in his application for the Holy Election, I must give this order to him. From now on, he will be a student of our state academy of literature."

The officer was stunned for a long time when he heard the words "please choose the saint". Then he hurriedly confessed and left in a hurry with the order.

As soon as the officer left, Master Zhou rushed in.

"My lord, what happened? But please select the saint? Who is it?" Chief Zhou asked in a panic.

Li Wenying said dullly: "Fang Yun."

Master Zhou slammed his fist on the doorframe and shouted angrily: "How could it be like this? How could it be like this! He has the qualifications of a great Confucian! Is he the Lord of Guards of the Left Prime Minister's thief party? No one can force him except him It's child's play to ask the saint to choose. That's a question from the saint, and Fang Yun will definitely fail! I will write a memorial for the traitor Wei as long as he reigns.

Master Zhou was so angry that his eyes were red and he was almost in tears. He couldn't imagine what a loss it would be to Jing Guo and the human race if Fang Yunwen Palace fell apart.

Li Wenying remained silent.

Master Zhou suddenly gritted his teeth and cursed: "Destroy the great scholar of Jingguo and break the pillars of my human race. I will kill that old man with my sword!" After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

"Come back!" Li Wenying stopped shouting, and Master Zhou's pressure held Master Zhou in place.

Li Wenying sighed softly and said: "It's all my fault. I was afraid that Fang Yun's literary reputation would be too big, his talent would suddenly rise, and he would be criticized by others, which would lead to a lack of solid literary power and weak literary courage in the future, so I let him stay in Fuwen Academy Training. But I didn’t think about it. The emperor of the Imperial Palace actually killed the great talents of the human race for his own selfish interests. If anything goes wrong with Fang Yun, I will kill him to uphold the law of the country and uproot the followers of the left prime minister in Jiangzhou! Wen Ying!”

Li Wenying's last sentence was so loud that it shook the whole room.

Master Zhou said angrily: "If Fang Yunwen Palace is shattered, is there any way to remedy it?"

"He has a great talent, and he can make up part of it by writing good poems. He also has poetry and prose, which can make up for it by entering the Holy Tower. If he can go to the Holy Court for another ten years to recuperate, his literary palace may be restored. ”

Master Zhou remained silent.

"It's too late to stop it. I just hope that his Wen Palace will be strong and won't be too broken." Li Wenying sighed, knowing that Fang Yun would definitely fail.

After the strong wind in Fuwenyuan, the sky became clearer, and then a strange force enveloped everyone. The force was obviously very oppressive, but it made people feel warm; it was obviously a kind of arrogance that looked down on the world, but it also made people feel like a spring breeze.

That power is so complex that many find it difficult to adapt.

"Can anyone please choose the Holy One?"

The voice seemed to come from the horizon. When everyone heard it, a towering mountain appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

All the officials sitting on the chairs stood up and bowed in the direction of the Holy Court like everyone else.

Fang Yun said: "Fang Yun, a boy from Ji County, thinks that the Emperor of the Dayuan Prefecture is unfair, so he specially asks the Holy Selection to rectify my name."

"I know your literary name. Your poems and prose are excellent. If you test the poems and essays, it would be unfair. You are just a child. If you test the classics, meaning and policy, it would be unfair. Then I will test you on a few pairs first. If Baixi cannot answer If you go out, you don’t have to answer the rest.”

"Students respectfully ask the saint to propose a question." Fang Yun said respectfully. This "sage" does not refer to the status of a saint, but to a saint among men.

Fang Yun thought to himself: This breath is the time it takes for a person to exhale and inhale, which is very close to one second. In other words, he has to answer the second line within one minute and forty seconds. It is indeed a semi-sage test, it is too difficult.

Gao Minghong and others were even more worried when they heard that it was a couplet. If there is a poem title, the content can be mastered by oneself, as long as it does not go off topic, but the couplet is different.

The second line must be in opposition to the upper line, and the balance must be considered. Just ordinary couplets. If there are puns, word splits, palindromes, embedded words, etc., it would be good to be able to do it in a hundred hours, not to mention a hundred breaths.

The couplets produced by ordinary people may be good, but even if the semi-saint deliberately lowers the standard, it is extremely difficult.

The voice said: "Listen carefully, the first couplet is: Pine leaves, bamboo leaves, leaves and green leaves."

Gao Minghong almost fainted when he heard this, and blurted out: "This is a double-word couplet. Why is the first question like this? Is this a test for junior students or a candidate for examination?"

"Why, you dare to question the saint?" A person next to Liu Zicheng sneered.

"Quiet!" Wan Xuezheng said angrily, not wanting Fang Yun to be disturbed by others.

Everyone frowned and thought, it was too difficult to figure out the second couplet within a few seconds, but everyone around Liu Zicheng was gloating at his misfortune, thinking that Fang Yun couldn't even answer the couplet.

Fang Yun frowned and then looked around. Generally speaking, couplets are made from local materials to give people a specific look and feel, and then they can think of the next couplet.

The first couplet is of pine leaves, bamboo leaves and green leaves. There are bamboos in Dayuan City, but there are pine trees only on the hills outside the city. Fang Yun couldn't help but whisper: "There are no pine trees in Dayuan Mansion."

The semi-sage said: "For the saint, look at the sky, south, and north."

Liu Zicheng and others were even more happy.

Fang Yun lowered his head and thought.

Many students sighed, they had completely lost confidence in their luck.

Just after sixty breaths, Fang Yun suddenly raised his head and said loudly: "Pine leaves, bamboo leaves, green leaves, the sound of autumn and the sound of wild geese are cold."

As soon as Fang Yun finished speaking, Wan Xuezheng couldn't help but whispered: "That's right!"

Many students nodded, this second line was extremely subtle.

"Is there an autumn day in Jiangzhou, Jingguo?" The voice seemed to be laughing, just in response to Fang Yun's previous doubts.

Fang Yun immediately replied: "Scholars go through spring, summer, autumn and winter."

All the students secretly applauded.