The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The five people were immediately speechless. They could accuse Fang Yun of other things, but they couldn't fault Fang Yun at all for his literary talent.

Shi Dehong then said angrily: "He is the one who dares to take away my mentor's position as poet? Yukong, you must do your best to help Qingguo! If we lose this Dragon Boat Festival, Jingguo will definitely humiliate Qingguo in the future. You and I will become the sinners of Qingguo."

Yan Yukong said expressionlessly: "I only prepared one poem when I came here. I thought it was enough, but unexpectedly I encountered bad luck. My mentor taught me not to care about the gains and losses of a country and a city, but to stand on top of the entire human race. Think about the problem. It is just a dragon boat meeting. If Jingguo wins, it will be a sign that the weak country will become strong, which will be a great blessing for the human race. "

Shi Dehong immediately said: "Then what if from now on everyone says that Fang Yun is more talented than you, Yan Yukong, and that you are not as good as Fang Yun, will you not care so much?"

There was a slight change in Yan Yukong's eyes. He put his hands together and placed them in front of his lower abdomen, and his body gradually straightened.

"I like to reach the top and don't like to be inferior to others, let alone a mere scholar. If he loses today, that's it. If he wins, I will change the time of the Beijing Examination. Whenever he rushes to the Jingguo Capital Examination, I will participate in the celebration. In the National Capital Examination, I want to compete with him to be the head of the country! The Dragon Boat Festival is just a form of studying the sea. If we want to compete, we have to fight over the sea."

"You think so well! I also prepared a poem. Although it is not as good as before, the six of us will definitely surpass them! They are just working together, and after one round, they are exhausted. Qingguo will win!"

"You don't need to panic. What I just wrote is not my best poem. By the time the ship sets sail, I will have at least eight inches of talent!"

"Me too, it's so funny that those clowns in Jingguo don't realize it!"

"Qingguo will win!" The other four Qingguo people were inspired to fight, just like the five Jingguo people who were inspired by Fang Yun before.

Fang Yun saw that something was wrong. Once the four Qingguo people came up with their best poems, other dragon boats would not be able to compete.

Fang Yun took a closer look at the five people on his side. It was obvious that he didn't have much confidence. They had tried their best just now.

"The poems were decided before, and they were not allowed to contain content such as chanting about the past, ancient people, etc., nor were words such as weapons and ships allowed to appear. Moreover, the title of the poems must be the Dragon Boat Festival. This would cut off the road of poetry to support the country. Without these, it would be impossible to control the country. To do so, If you want to win against them, you must write war poems related to sailing to speed up the dragon boat. As long as you don't write words like "boat", you can gain more vitality and eventually overwhelm the opponent! "

Fang Yun thought hard, but suddenly there was a roar in the sky, the energy around him swayed slightly, and the five dragon boats automatically sailed forward.

Dragon Boat No. 2, where Fang Yun was located, took the lead and rushed to the front. Dragon Boat No. 1 was two feet behind, and the other three dragon boats were ten feet away, making it impossible to catch up.

The crowds on both sides of the river burst into loud cheers again, cheering for Dragon Boat No. 2.

"嘤嘤!嘤嘤!" Nunu shouted loudly, raising her paws to cheer Fang Yun.

Yang Yuhuan grabbed the handkerchief nervously.

Zhao Zhuzhen also widened his eyes and waited for the development of the situation.

The cyan light enveloped the five dragon boats, causing the dragon boats to fly on the river at several times the speed of ordinary dragon boats, leaving a long water line behind, making the river fish jump in shock.

The drummers on the five dragon boats were all beating their drums desperately, echoing the cries of the crowds on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

The speed of the boat was very fast, but the people sitting on it were not affected at all. Everyone was writing the second poem quickly, fighting for the last vitality of heaven and earth.

As Shi Dehong stopped writing, a one-foot-two-inch talent appeared on the paper in front of him. Although it was far inferior to the previous one-foot-nine inches, it was enough to make many people admire him and secretly praise him as a disciple of Shijun.

Dragon Boat No. 1's talent immediately increased to six feet nine, a full foot taller than Dragon Boat No. 2.

I heard Dragon Boat No. 1 suddenly accelerate with a huge water-dividing sound, surpassing Dragon Boat No. 2 almost in the blink of an eye!

The man in Dragon Boat No. 2 stepped up his writing. Qian Juren finished writing quickly, but this time his poem was only three inches long. He sighed softly and his eyes dimmed. If given more time, he would be confident to write better poems. , but now I can’t write it at all.

Then, after Yan Yukong finished writing a poem about leaving the county, Dragon Boat No. 1's total talent level skyrocketed by one foot and eight, reaching a height of eight feet and seven inches.

The shouts of cheering for Dragon Boat No. 2 on both sides of the Taiwan Strait subsided. In this second round of Qingguo, only two people have reached such a high level of talent. If the other four people complete the poems, the consequences will be disastrous.

In all the dragon boat races held in Jingguo, no dragon boat was more than ten feet tall.

The poems of the other four members of Dragon Boat No. 1 were then completed, and all performed normally.

On the dragon boat of the Qingguo people, there is an eleven-foot-seven-inch pillar of talent!

Dragon Boat No. 1 went straight to Longtou Bridge at an incredible speed, leaving Dragon Boat No. 2 far behind.

There were obviously tens of thousands of people on both sides of the Yudai River, but no one shouted at this time.

The drums on the dragon boat seemed to be the only sound in the world, and the sound was so hollow that it made people feel cold.

Many people in Jingguo showed despair. The gap between the literati of the two countries was too great. Several young Meng boys even had red eyes and might cry at any time.

"嘤嘤!嘤嘤!"

Only Nunu is confident and cheers for Fang Yun.

Zhao Zhuzhen sighed softly, it was not that Fang was unlucky, but that others were too bad. After all, the Dragon Boat Festival was not a contest between two people, but a contest between two teams.

"Good!" Tong Li, who was standing on the south bank under the Longtou Bridge, couldn't help but shout. He was so happy. This way, he didn't have to pay for the holy page and kneel down. As long as Fang Yun left Yuhai City, he would definitely become a talented person.

Suddenly, a huge fist came.

"Beat you, a Qing countryman!" The big man said and hit him. The people around him were angry and immediately punched and kicked Tong Li.

"I saw it wrong! I saw the wrong boat. I'm not a Qing countryman! I'm a Tongsheng! My grandfather is Tong Shilang!" Tong Li shouted loudly. The other Tongshengs didn't dare to hit him. They could only help him block and explain.

When those people heard that Tong Li and his people had Yuhai City accents, they knew it was true and immediately dispersed.

Tong Li stood up with a swollen nose and face, and his nosebleed kept flowing down. His good friend immediately tore off his clothes to stop his nosebleed.

Tong Li carefully glanced around and cursed in a low voice: "Fang Yun, you are dead! As long as you leave Yuhai City, you will die! I will be blamed on you for the beating I got!"

After saying that, Tong Li looked at the lagging No. 2 dragon boat.

The other five people in the No. 2 dragon boat had tried their best, but in the end they could only increase their talent to seven feet three, which was four feet four less than the No. 1 dragon boat.

The officials of the Jing State upstairs sighed softly. This is the Dragon Boat Literary Meeting. One person's power can never turn the tide of the battle. In addition to various restrictions, even the four great talents may lose here.

Mr. Qian looked at the No. 1 dragon boat that was galloping like a hurricane in front of him, and his eyes were wet. He didn't expect that after working so hard for so long, he still lost. Jing State would still bear the stigma of eighteen consecutive defeats.

"No, we still have Fang Yun! And Fang Shuangjia!" Qian Juren suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Yun, and shouted loudly in the drumbeat, "Fang Yun, it's up to you! It's up to you!"

Fang Yun glanced at Qian Juren, nodded heavily, and was excited.

Poems cannot include words such as weapons and ships, but that doesn't mean that you can't write about ships!

Fang Yun took a deep breath and wrote in regular script in Liu style, stroke by stroke.

Reduced word Mulan, racing.

Feng Zimo, the Lord of the Court, had given up hope and recited Fang Yun's new words in a low voice.

"The red flag is raised high, flying out of the deep willow bank. Huh? The word "fly" is used well, but it's just used well. He is writing about dragon boat racing, wouldn't there be words such as boat or ship?"

Feng Zimo couldn't help but comment.

Feng Zimo was about to read Fang Yun's second sentence when he heard a huge and rapid thunder coming from Fang Yun's paper.

The six people on the No. 1 dragon boat were chatting and laughing. When the thunder sounded, they were all stunned for a moment, except Yan Yukong, who turned back suddenly and stared at Fang Yun.

The thunder even suppressed the drumbeats of the five dragon boats, and everyone on both sides heard it clearly. Many people looked at Fang Yun blankly, not understanding what happened, but some people reacted immediately.

"The pen fell and made a sound?"

"No, it's not complete yet. It can only be regarded as 'the first cry of the pen', barely entering the first realm of calligraphy."

"Is this a war word?" Someone shouted excitedly.

"Jingguo will win!"

I don't know who shouted, and the originally silent two sides immediately cheered like a tsunami.

"Jingguo will win!"

Feng Zimo's face suddenly turned red. He used his talent as a guide to send his voice into the vitality of heaven and earth, ensuring that everyone within a dozen miles could hear his voice.

"The red flag is raised high, flying out of the deep willow bank. The drum beats the spring thunder, breaking through the smoke and waves and returning far away."

When this sentence came out, countless literati were amazed by it. It showed the fierceness and speed of the dragon boat breaking through everything on the water surface vividly, and echoed with the previous "flying" word from a distance, which already had the meaning of a war poem.

"The cheers shook the earth, frightened away the fighting spirit of thousands of people. To the west of the Jinbi Tower, the first place in the trophy returned! Great! It is obviously about the dragon boat race, but there is no word "boat" or "ship" in the whole article, but the meaning of the dragon boat race is written perfectly! It is bound to turn defeat into victory!"

As Feng Zimo finished speaking, the paper in front of Fang Yun burned, forming a force far more powerful than ordinary poems, and turned into a light that enveloped Fang Yun's dragon boat.

The vitality of the whole dragon boat race suddenly shook heavily, and the river water was pressed down by an invisible force by one foot. The speed of the other four dragon boats all slowed down. The green light on the surface of the four dragon boats was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the green light on the surface of the second dragon boat was increasing rapidly.

"It is a war poem. Only war poems can plunder the vitality of the heaven and earth of other dragon boats at the dragon boat literary meeting."

"It is a fast-moving poem, or more accurately, a wind-blowing poem, which helps the warships speed up. Unfortunately, it is not handed down from generation to generation."

"How could he write a poem that will be handed down from generation to generation? You think too much."

Tong Li, who was still in high spirits just now, turned pale.

"It's over, it's over." Tong Li said and was about to run away.

A boy in plain clothes blocked him, drew the sword from his waist with his right hand, and said: "Our young master asked me to keep an eye on you."

Tong Li knew that the other party was the imperial guard in front of the palace, so he stayed where he was and dared not move, muttering to himself: "It's really over..."