The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Ao Huang's words were like a sledgehammer hitting the hearts of all the officials in Ning'an County, especially Shen Ming. His heart ached with anger and his lips turned purple.

Shen Ming looked at Tao Dingnian, the county prime minister, and then at other officials who were familiar with the situation, with confused eyes.

How to explain to Ji Zhibai? How to explain to Zuo Xiang? Could it be that everyone tried their best to create difficulties, but in the end Fang's luck was achieved?

Then one of Fang Yun's private soldiers took out his official seal and said: "There are so many strange things today. First, the horse kicked the Hanlin, then there was the inscription on the stone tablet, and then there was the inscription on the Shixi Zhuan! On the first day after Fang Xusheng took office, he could It is really rare to do three miracles. I immediately sent the three miracles to the "Wenbao" editor-in-chief of the Holy Academy. On the tenth day of February, the matter will be reported and spread all over the world!"

Fang Yingwu sneered and said: "Thanks to the help of the officials in Ning'an County, how could Fang Xusheng be so famous otherwise? You must know that if a imperial examination scholar becomes famous in "Wenbao" and "Shengdao", he will have great influence on some subjects. It’s good! For example, this literary meeting will definitely benefit Fang Xusheng’s ‘literary’ subject!”

"We, Ning'an County, naturally want to help Fang Xusheng, and we can't let those scoundrels succeed!" Yu Bachi sarcastically said to the leftist prime minister.

The few officials who had just joined Fang Yun were worried just now. If Fang Yun was suppressed by someone just after joining Fang Yun, life would probably be difficult in the future, but now they are relieved.

Once word of what happened today spreads out, not only will Fang Yun's literary reputation become more prosperous, but those who are looking forward to Fang Yun's misfortune will inevitably remain silent and dare not say a word.

Fang Yun's staff looked at the Ning'an County officials with gloating eyes and unabashed sarcasm.

These officials hurriedly invited Fang Yun here, just to let Fang Yun participate in the poetry meeting without any preparation. The result was not good, they shot themselves in the foot, and once again proved that Fang Yun was amazingly talented.

Fang Yun put away the two poems, smiled and cupped his hands to everyone, and said: "Fang is not talented and has only written two poems. I'm afraid it won't be in your eyes, so let's just say goodbye. However, thank you for your sincere invitation. Today's matter , today’s people, I have engraved in my heart.”

As Fang Yun spoke, he slowly scanned the entire audience, memorizing everyone's appearance.

Those people felt as if they were being stared at by an ancient demon, their hearts beat wildly, and some even broke out in cold sweat.

Fang Yun left the high platform of the cultural meeting and walked out. The old Juren who presided over the cultural meeting hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay: "Fang Xusheng, listen to what I said, this matter is purely a misunderstanding..."

Fang Yun ignored him and continued to move forward. Ao Huang turned around and threatened: "I misunderstood you, you turtle egg! If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you! You are so great at your age, aren't you? You are disrespectful! You are old and don't cultivate!"

Nunu turned her head and gave a soft sigh to the man, then quickly followed Fang Yun.

Shen Ming looked at Fang Yun, it was neither a matter of staying nor not. If you stay, maybe Fang Yun will play some more tricks. If you don't stay, this article will be completely broken up. If the matter spreads, it will slightly shake the leftist control of Ning'an County.

Within one day, Fang Yuanzheng, the director of the Department of Transportation and Injury, established a commanding stone inscription, abolished the canon of history, and solved the dilemma of the literary society, which was enough to become a hot topic in the entire Ning'an County.

Ning'an County is not an ordinary county. There are many small towns and villages around an ordinary county, but Ning'an County is located on the border, with no villages and only a few small towns. The residents are highly concentrated. This news is bound to spread quickly.

Watching Fang Yun leave, Shen Ming snorted coldly and said: "As expected of the ancestor of poetry, he was able to escape this literary meeting. I will report this to Ji Zhuangyuan and see when the second attack will be launched!"

"What if the second strike also fails?"

"There's a third time! A fourth time! However, if we and Ji Zhuangyuan fail repeatedly, then Mr. Zuo Xiang will definitely take action himself!"

"If Mr. Zuo Xiang takes action, it will be difficult to preserve Fang's luck! It's just a pity that our country, Jing, may have a leader."

"Hmph, how can a mere head of state compare to the Holy Way of the Zajia!"

After Shen Ming finished speaking, he held the official seal in his hand and passed a letter to Ji Zhibai.

Under the power of the holy temple, the message turned into a swan goose and was instantly transmitted to Ji Zhibai's official seal.

Ji Zhibai and Liu Shan were studying separately in the study, waiting for the final result.

After receiving the letter from Shen Ming, Ji Zhibai put down the book with a smile before even reading it. Although he tried his best to conceal his excitement, the sound of the book falling on the table betrayed his mood.

Liu Shan raised his head and looked at Ji Zhibai quietly.

Ji Zhibai opened Hongyan's biography and said: "Teacher, Shen Ming's biography, if the prediction is good, your luck will be right..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Zhibai's smile froze on his face and he was speechless for a long time.

Liu Shan's face remained unchanged and he was still kind, and said: "Turn to the Ci Wenhui, and Fang Yun will pass through safely? Please recite two of his poems."

Ji Zhibai nodded as if he had eaten a fly: "His first poem is "Fishermen's Song". In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, peach blossoms flow, mandarin fish fat, green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, slanting wind and drizzle No need to return…”

Just after he finished reading, Liu Shan couldn't help but sigh: "Okay! Fishing alone in the slanting wind and drizzle is really fascinating."

Ji Zhibai gritted his teeth, knowing that his mentor didn't like him belittling Fang Yun, and said: "This Fang Yun is simply amazing. At such a young age, his style is ever-changing. He should be bold and bold, have murderous intent and have murderous intent, and be leisurely and leisurely. . This green raincoat, this slanting wind and drizzle, there are so many beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but he can only capture the most beautiful ones!"

"Where is his transfer of words? If my prediction is good, I should transfer it to "Huanxisha"." Liu Shan said.

Ji Zhibai hurriedly flattered me and said, "Teacher, your eyes are so bright that it is indeed a song called "Huanxi Sand"."

Liu Shan was not happy about Ji Zhibai's praise. He was a great scholar who could have become a great scholar at any time. He had been suppressing his state of mind. Unfortunately, Fang Yong attacked him with the help of the people. But it was only a matter of time before he recovered. As a great scholar, the power of Wen Dan and Wen Gong was extraordinary, and his thinking ability was far beyond that of ordinary people.

When Ji Zhibai finished reciting "Huanxisha", he saw that Liu Shan did not speak, so he said: "This "Huanxisha" is naturally not as good as "Yuegezi", but..." Ji Zhibai didn't know what to say.

"But what?" Liu Shan said.

"But... Shen Ming said that Fang Yun changed this poem within ten breaths!"

"You are worthy of being the ancestor of poetry! If you can be used by me, you will definitely rise to the top. In fifty years, you may be awarded the unprecedented "Poet Saint" virtual saint! What a pity, what a pity..."

Liu Shan looked out the window, full of melancholy.

Ji Zhibai looked at Liu Shan, his heart was surging, and hatred was surging!

Ji Zhibai knew that in Liu Shan's mind, Fang Yun was his best candidate for disciple, and Fang Yun was qualified to be his successor! The rest of the students were just so-so!

Including Ji Zhibai!

Ji Zhibai clenched his fist, then slowly loosened it, and said: "Master, in the next step, the students must make progress in many ways, and Fang Yun must fall flat on his face."

"Well, I believe you." Liu Shan turned back and looked at Ji Zhibai lovingly, and the invisible power of the generalist and the strategist swept through the study.

Ji Zhibai's eyes were hot, and he thought that although the master praised Fang Yun, his feelings for him were more important.

Ji Zhibai left the study of Zuo Xiang and walked to the yard. After thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said: "I may not be as good as you in poetry, but fighting with me? I will let you know how powerful a country's top scholar is!"

After that, Ji Zhibai took out the official seal and issued many letters.

"Let's get started!"

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