The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"The two of them seemed to be quarreling!"

Everyone stopped passing around letters and looked at Fang Yun and Qu Hange seriously.

Fang Yun stood upright and said calmly: "I have chosen Wen Zhan regardless of the worries of the old Jinshi. I will never give up halfway. But the old Jinshi Qu is not upright and his heart is burning with evil fire. Wen Zhan should be careful."

Qu Hange sneered and said: "No wonder Fang Xu, who is said to have a sharp mouth, opened his mouth to attack me, regardless of age, and doesn't even know how to respect the elderly?"

"Huh? There are no fathers and sons in Wen Zhan, let alone elders and younger ones. If Wen Zhan has to separate elders and younger ones, then from now on Wen Zhan will pull out the longevity stars of each country, and whichever country has the older birthday stars will win. If anyone is not convinced , that means you don’t respect your elders, and it’s against etiquette! Is that what you mean?” Fang Yun asked.

Fang Yun's ridiculing words made many people laugh and scold him for being unruly. How could there be such a method of deciding the civil war based on age? But it was this unrulyness that made others downplay the difference between elder and younger.

"Tough talk! Then why did you attack me for being unfair?" Qu Hange asked.

"Then why can't you show mercy to others?" Fang Yun asked again.

Qu Hange was stunned. He asked repeatedly and found out that he was indeed not merciful and forgiving. However, he had previously accused Fang Yun of not being tolerant, and now Fang Yun hit back. It was proven that he was not tolerant.

Qu Hange suppressed his anger and said slowly: "Fang Xusheng wrongly blamed me. I just want to know why you accused me of 'immorality'. Only in this way can I correct my mistakes and achieve 'cultivating myself'."

Fang Yun said slowly: "Do you know, Mr. Qu, the first disciple of the Poet Master, who was the first batch of people to go to our Jingguo literary competition last year? Mr. Qu, the Jinshi, has a noble personality and is sincere in literature. Naturally, he will not care about these small things. , then let me tell you, in the first seven months of last year, come to Jingguo There were thirty-one batches of Wenbiwendou people in Qing Dynasty! And the year before last, there were fifty-four batches! The year before last, there were fifty-three batches! Qingguo comes to Jingguo at least four times a month to compete and fight! It’s so deceiving!”

At the end of the sentence, Fang Yun almost shouted out. He had tried his best to calm down, but after naming each number, he thought of those Jingguo students who were insulted by Qingguo, and those scholars whose literary courage was broken by Qingguo. There was a surge of anger.

Qu Hange was about to speak when Fang Yun continued: "In less than seven months last year, you Qingguo people caused the death of three people in Jingguo, ten people's literary courage collapsed, seventeen people's literary courage cracked, thirty-five people's literary courage was covered with dust, and the injured Countless people! In the whole year of last year, you Qingguo people caused the death of five people in our Jingguo, the collapse of thirteen people’s literary courage, the cracking of twenty-four people’s literary courage, and the ruin of more than a hundred people!”

"you……"

Fang Yun quickly interrupted Qu Hange's words and said: "Let me finish! As a human race Jinshi, you not only participated in the Qing Kingdom's suppression of my Jing Kingdom, but also your friends or children and grandchildren participated in it. You actually kept saying it was me. Provoking a conflict between the two countries? Dare I ask, are you upright? You are angry when Shijun's disciple is insulted. , you allow us to be merciful and merciful, but who will spare the people of Jingguo who were killed or injured in the civil war? I dare to ask, are you upright? Maybe others can question me! , but you, with your hands stained with the blood of Jingguo people, are not worthy of questioning me even if you live to be a thousand or ten thousand years old!"

"Well said!"

The people of Jingguo were filled with indignation, and Fang Yun spoke out what the people of Jingguo had been harboring for many years!

After so many years, Jingguo finally has someone who can surpass Qingguo's genius in all aspects, and he can finally say these words with pride.

In the past, what people said to the Chinese people was just the wail of the weak and a shame, but now, it is a whip that hits the depths of the soul!

Even, it is condescending and contemptuous!

Even Ji Zhibai, who secretly hated Fang Yun, couldn't help clenching his fists while Fang Yun was speaking and showing hatred for Qu Hange. However, thinking that his teacher was Zuo Xiang and that he was actually a sage. The disciples then silently unclenched their fists.

Zuo Xiang looked at Fang Yun, with an unconcealed admiration flashing in his eyes. However, this admiration was fleeting and was replaced by thick hostility, which quickly dissipated and finally became extremely indifferent.

Qu Hange was originally a person with a bad temper. When Fang Yun said this, he became furious, with veins on his forehead showing, hatred bursting out of his eyes, and murderous intent looming.

This is not an ordinary place, but a viewing platform with a large number of scholars. It is also the battlefield of the cultural war between the two countries. What happened today will definitely be recorded in the annals of history!

Regardless of victory or defeat, for Qu Hange, his literary reputation was tarnished, leaving an infamy in history that scholars don't want to see.

In Shengyuan Continent, defiling people's literary names is tantamount to killing their parents, and there has always been great hatred.

"Fang Yun, since you are so unwise, don't blame me for being ruthless! Today, I will use the cleanest and neatest means to win. I will defeat you completely and let you know what it means to win and lose! From today on, I will celebrate The country not only wants to suppress your Jingguo, but also continues to occupy your Jingguo’s land and achieve our Qingguo’s unparalleled great achievements!”

Fang Yun looked at Qu Hange and said slowly: "In the more than half a year since the Chinese Valentine's Day last year, the Qing Kingdom has only sent three teams to our Jingguo Wen Competition, two won and one lost. But this year, no Qing people have come to our Jingguo Wen Competition." Compare, literary fights or civil wars! Oh, and in the past two years, the number of people from Qingguo who have been indirectly or directly killed by me has exceeded the number of people from Jingguo who have been killed by Qingguo! Finally, great achievements are not in Qingguo, In my country!"

"You..." Qu Hange felt as if a basin of cold water was poured down on his head. His aura was gone, and his eyes were filled with hatred after being humiliated.

Qu Hange was a veteran on the battlefield after all. Even though he was extremely angry, he took a deep breath to suppress the confusion in his heart. His originally turbid eyes finally became as bright as the sun after the clouds were cleared, even brighter than a child's eyes.

Waves of terrifying aura emanated from his body, and his eyes were quickly covered with a thin layer of blood. There was a rolling blood-red Yangtze River in his eyes, and countless monsters were wailing in the Yangtze River.

As early as fifty years ago, Qu Hange was already a poet and a blood-soaked man!

"Fang Yun, this is the place where you will be defeated!" Qu Hange said firmly.

"Please teach me, Mr. Qu." Fang Yun said politely.

The light flashed in front of him, and Fang Yun instinctively blinked slightly, and then saw that he had come to a strange place.

This is the top of a mountain. There is a light mist in front of us, and there is a cliff hundreds of feet below. If an ordinary person falls down, he will be smashed to pieces.

Fang Yun was about to observe carefully when the mist in front of him dissipated and a very similar mountain appeared on the opposite side, and Qu Hange was standing on the top of the mountain.