The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1079: Every inch of time, every inch of gold

Li Fanming secretly used his talent to send a message to Fang Yun and said, "I wonder if you have seen the previous Xuehai materials. Very few of the second poems can achieve this effect! It is enough to rank in the top ten!"

Fang Yun replied: "After all, Lemo is a bachelor. No matter how talented the people before him were, they were just Jinshi. If they were compared with talent, they might not be afraid, but studying poetry is also more advantageous than theory and experience, so the higher the degree, the higher the degree." The greater the advantage. If you are writing articles or scriptures, don’t think about it, the stupid scholar will definitely leave us far behind. "

"Yes, Remo's performance in his poems to encourage learning is extraordinary, and this poem about cherishing learning is even better. If this person...if he gets the benefits from the sea of ​​learning, and with the help of Wen Qutianxian, I am afraid he will definitely become a great Confucian . Other bachelors are not weak either. You are just following the numbers. What's more, there are many effects of studying poetry. Although some are useful for fishing, they may not be very useful for racing. Even if you can control this, you may miss a lot of good poetry if you ignore fishing for the sake of boat speed. Heart fish."

"It's still a long way to the open sea, let me think about it." Fang Yun said.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted excitedly: "Brother Li caught the Mangosteen!"

Fang Yun looked around hurriedly and saw a middle-aged Jinshi holding a fishing rod in his right hand on an ordinary sailing boat, and grabbing a lively four-and-a-half-inch giant fish on the hook with his left hand.

The moment Jinshi touched the fish, the fish immediately calmed down, opened and closed its mouth, and the spherical light source in its head glowed brightly.

The middle-aged Jinshi carefully took off the fishhook.

The person next to me asked loudly: "Brother Li, what kind of salmon is this?"

Another person said: "The scales are white, they should be ordinary Wenxin, but I don't know which kind it is."

Everyone in the fleet was happily staring at the man and the lanceolata. This was the first fish the fleet had caught, and the catch while traveling at high speed, even if it was a coincidence, was a good sign.

"It's Wen Xin's trouble that comes from his mouth!" said Li Jinshi.

"Congratulations!" Everyone congratulated one after another.

Misfortune comes from the mouth is a good literary practice. Whether the scholar uses war poetry, verbal confrontation or literary courage, as long as the attack does not fail, the power of misfortune coming from the mouth will be stimulated and some slight negative force will be formed to affect the enemy.

Even if the high-grade disaster comes from the mouth, the impact will be very slight. However, when both sides are evenly matched, this slight impact is enough to turn the tide of the battle!

Misfortune comes from the mouth and is regarded by Yaoman as one of the most shameless forces.

When they were in the Two Realms Mountains, the two tribes basically only fought at the same level. The lower level could challenge the higher level, but the higher level could not take the initiative to kill the lower level. This was also a way for both sides to protect their respective bottoms.

But once a great Confucian possesses the literate heart of "disaster comes from his mouth" and uses a wide range of poems to attack the opponent's big demon queen, it will often cause a aftermath of dozens of miles in radius. The aftermath itself will not hurt the lower-level monsters, but the disaster comes from his mouth. The power will affect all monsters within the range.

A situation often occurs in Liangjie Mountain. Tens of thousands of demon barbarians are attacking the city. Suddenly some demon barbarians have hallucinations in front of their eyes and kill their companions. Some demon barbarians are poisoned or infected with diseases. Some demon barbarians have unstable energy and blood. Some monsters cannot see clearly ahead, some monsters are unlucky and suddenly fall down, and the list goes on and on.

At this time, the scholar will definitely seize the opportunity to kill some of them.

This kind of power is still the aftermath, not counting the fact that the great scholar of the human race did not abide by the agreement, leaving the demon barbarians helpless.

Misfortune comes from the mouth is different from writing with pen and speed. It cannot be used continuously. After each use, the light of Wenxin will shrink and almost go out, and then it can be used again only after it slowly returns to normal light. This is the case for many Wenxin.

Fang Yun just smiled slightly and didn't take the Mandarin fish seriously. Since both his writing skills and his duplicity were of the highest quality, Fang Yun had no interest in fish five feet under.

No matter how much you get from a fish less than one foot long, it will only form a low-grade shrimp. Only a five-foot-long salmon can form a medium-grade artichoke, and only a ten-foot-long giant artichoke can form a top-grade artichoke.

Although the more literary hearts the better, but if the quality is too low, it will be of little use. For example, the troubles of low-grade people come from the mouth, which has an impact on the demon barbarians under the demon prince, but is almost useless against the demon king or even the great demon king.

After Naremo's ship accelerated its charge, its speed returned to normal. Not long after, it accelerated its charge again, gradually moving away from Zong Lei's fleet and getting closer and closer to Fang Yun.

At this time, many scholars began to recite their poems about cherishing learning, and various lights came to their boats. Some boats were faster, some were stronger, some boats remained the same but the fishing rods became longer. There are also many pictures of ship heads.

"Haha, my fishing line has grown! Not bad."

"There is an extra gust of wind behind my boat, which makes it faster."

"Look at the foolish scholar!"

Fang Yun was originally thinking and didn't want to care about others, but when he heard someone calling him a stupid scholar, he couldn't help but look over.

Tian Songshi, dressed in purple, was seen standing on the sailboat, and there was a swordfish bow on his bow.

Sailfish are the fastest among fish, especially the swordfish demon. Once it charges, its speed is far faster than that of a dragon horse!

In the sea, the swordfish demons are one of the four major guard groups of the dragon tribe, making all water tribes fearful, because those stronger than them can never catch up with them, and those weaker than them can never escape.

Tian Songshi's sailboat was seen to be accelerating continuously. At first, it was not as fast as the medium-sized warship, but it soon surpassed it, and soon it was tied with the tall ship, and finally surpassed all the tall ships, only a little slower than Fang Yun.

Fang Yun nodded lightly. If the first round of poetry writing proved that Tian Songshi had poor talent, then this second round of Tian Songshi became a blockbuster, proving that God rewards hard work. Even if he is not very talented in poetry, he has enough knowledge and experience. You can also stand out in any environment.

This second round of poems was made as soon as possible, and Fang Yun quickly recited the poems. Just like the others, he just recited softly, without the spring thunder of his tongue.

"One inch of time, one inch of gold,

While reading, I don’t realize that spring is already deep.

Not classmates here to make people laugh,

Zhou Qing and Kong Sizheng are pursuing. "

Suddenly, a ray of light fell from the sky and landed on Fang Yun's fishing rod, but the fishing rod only had a thin layer of light and no other abnormalities.

Many people were secretly paying attention to Fang Yun, and noticed that the light fell on the fishing rod. They sighed softly, and then found that the phenomenon of the fishing rod was not obvious, and realized that Fang Yun's poem might have failed.

Some scholars who admire Fang Yun have dim eyes, as if the myth of Fang Yun has been broken.

Fang Yun looked calm, without the slightest sense of frustration.

"Hahaha..." There was laughter from many people in Zong Lei's fleet.

"During the race, I shined a light on my fishing rod, Fang Xusheng, you are so unfortunate!"

"The key is that lighting the fishing rod didn't cause any changes at all, it just added an extra layer of light."

"King Ji, do you dare to recite it once in public?" Thunder Dragon said with a broad tongue.

Not even the nearest Tian Songshi was heard, Hua Yu asked with a green tongue and spring thunder: "Brother Fang, can you recite your Xi Xue poem again? If it is inconvenient, forget it."

Fang Yun nodded and recited the entire poem aloud.

When the first sentence appeared, everyone was cheered up. The meaning of this sentence is very simple, but it is extremely concise. It points out the preciousness of time and makes people instinctively feel that they cherish time, just like the sentence back then, "Every festive season, I miss my loved ones more." "Similarly, people will immediately realize that it is a famous sentence after listening to it, and they can think about it again and again.

The subsequent meaning is not profound either. It means that because Fang Yun cherishes time, he forgets to sleep and eat, and forgets time. If the laughter of his classmates hadn't awakened him, he would still be studying the classics and understanding the thoughts and feelings of King Wen of Zhou and Confucius.

"Okay!" Many people cheered loudly.

"Just one sentence, 'One inch of time, one inch of gold', is enough to make the state famous! Fang Xu's precise and capable words are unparalleled in the world!"

“The four words ‘Zhou Qing and Kongsi’ are also remarkable.”

"Although this Xixue poem failed to speed up the dragon boat, since the light fell on the fishing rod, it must not be as simple as it seems!"

"Look, who among the people on Zong Lei's fleet dares to make fun of Fang Xusheng?"

Li Fanming said with spring thunder in his tongue: "Lei Longkuo, Fang Yun dares to recite it once in public. Do you dare to recite yours? Grand Bachelor Remo seems to have written good poems about cherishing learning, but do you dare to recite it in public?"

The Lei family was silent. Fang Yun's poem was average as a whole, but just one sentence, "One inch of time, one inch of gold" was enough to outshine the others.

Zong Shibing said harshly: "So what? Even if his fishing rod can catch the sky and the earth, and catch the optical sea lanceolata, if the race fails, all the lanceolata will still be ours in the end! Good steel should be used on the blade. Come on! Our fleet has begun to speed up!"

Fang Yun looked at Zong Lei's fleet. Eleven of them were faster than the others, and the speed of three of them was already on par with the dragon ships. The other large-scale ships whose speeds did not increase significantly also experienced various changes in their hulls. Some became able to resist waves, and some became able to withstand strong winds.

The flat ships of the Fang Yun fleet also changed, but only three of them accelerated, barely able to keep up with the channel of Benda Ruda Matsushi.

The gap between the two sides is obvious, and the Zonglei family is too strong.

Except for these two fleets, the overall speed of ships in other places has increased significantly. The speed of more than twenty building ships is no less than Fang Yun's dragon ship, and three of them are even a little faster than Fang Yun.

"This is the sea of ​​learning, full of opportunities. Even if the poems in the front are poor, if the latter can rise, there will be opportunities to catch up."

"Fang Xusheng...it's time to encounter some setbacks."

"Xuehai is a comparison of life. Bachelors and Confucians have great advantages."

"They haven't encountered any storms yet. If they go deep into the sea of ​​learning, they will have even greater advantages."

"Aren't you curious about how Fang Xusheng's poem has enhanced the fishing rod?"

"How can Fang Xusheng be allowed to talk about this kind of thing casually? Ask others if they are willing to talk about it?"

"That's true."

Fang Yun didn't care about other people's opinions at all. He glanced at the open sea in front of him, holding the fishing rod in his hand, sensing new power.

When choosing poems, Fang Yun hesitated for a long time. If he wanted to increase the speed of the boat, he was 50% sure of success. But the problem was that no matter how fast the boat was, it would be difficult to encounter the top-level Mandarin fish. Instead of catching fish, it is better to find ways to increase the success rate of fishing.

Finally, Fang Yun chose this poem.