The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1429: The Tradition of Literary Meetings

While the battle was being fought on the raging waves battlefield in the East China Sea, the Spring Farewell Literary Meeting was officially held in the distant Holy Academy.

The venue of Changhong Academy had been properly arranged by the old students. The innermost part of the venue was a high platform, and in front of the high platform were tables. This year, there were a lot of students, the total number was close to 5,000, and the scene was extremely lively.

Except for the necessary literary waiters, all the people in the venue were students, and there was no one with a high literary status.

The seats for this literary meeting were distributed according to the major school. Fang Yun majored in Confucianism and was arranged in the northeast with other Confucian students. This time, he was not deliberately arranged in the front, but was arranged in an ordinary seat like an ordinary student.

This has been the long-standing rule of the Holy Academy. Even if the eldest son of the Confucius family participated in the Spring Farewell Literary Meeting, he would not have any nominal privileges, and would be randomly assigned to the seats of their respective schools.

There was a name card on each table, and Fang Yun walked to the place where his name was written.

Along the way, many people looked at Fang Yun, but most of them just greeted him briefly, making the atmosphere of this literary gathering more equal.

Fang Yun walked to the table with his name on it, and the other nine people at the same table stood up hurriedly.

"Meet Fang Xusheng!" Everyone greeted him.

Fang Yun smiled and returned the greeting, saying, "You are too polite. I am just an ordinary new student in the Shengyuan College at the Spring Festival Literary Meeting. There is no need to be polite. I am a classmate who is a bit incompetent. I always come and go in Chongwen College in a hurry. By the way, Duan Qing, did you have any results with the girl from the Kong family?"

Everyone was stunned at first, then laughed and looked at Duan Qing, who was blushing and particularly surprised.

"Ahem... Have you heard about this too?" Duan Qing's tone was a little excited. He didn't expect Fang Yun to know his name and his love affairs.

Fang Yun sat down with a smile and said, "The whole Chongwen Academy knows about it, how could I not know it. I heard that someone in the Confucius Mansion Academy is also pursuing that woman, and it seems that there is something unpleasant. Our students in the Holy Academy don't cause trouble, but we can't be afraid of it! If it really comes to a literary competition, remember to call me. As a classmate, I will wave flags and shout and beat drums to cheer."

"Thank you Fang Xusheng!" Duan Qing was even more excited. He didn't expect Fang Yun to say this at all. Everyone knew that this was a polite remark, but Xusheng's polite remark was the greatest courtesy to these ordinary students of the Holy Academy. In ancient times, if Fang Yun was a prince or a king, Duan Qing would probably have bowed down and made a good story.

Fang Yun then looked at another person, restrained his smile, and said, "Tang Yu, is your father in better health? I know a few good doctors in Kongcheng. If you need me, I can introduce you."

"Thank you Fang Xusheng for your concern. My father is much better now." Tang Yu looked at Fang Yun with great gratitude.

Afterwards, Fang Yun greeted the other nine people at the same table one by one, calling out their names. After a moment, the unfamiliar people at the table became lively.

Several older Jinshi nodded secretly, thinking that he was indeed a generation of virtual saints. They usually thought that Fang Yun did not interact with his classmates and was arrogant because of his talent. But today, they realized that this person was also first-class in other aspects. The reason why he did not usually associate with his classmates was because he was really busy and disdained to do so.

As everyone was chatting, they saw several scholars walking towards the high platform in front.

Fang Yun looked at the high platform.

Two Hanlin and a Jinshi stood on the high platform. Fang Yun recognized them and they had a close relationship with him.

One was Zhang Zhixing from the Zhang Heng family of Jingguo, who was once one of the Seven Sons of the Holy Academy. He stood in the middle and was obviously the host of this literary gathering. When Fang Yun fought side by side with this person at Denglongtai and Jinshi Hunting Ground, they had a deep friendship as comrades-in-arms.

Many people secretly looked at Fang Yun. The intention of Chongwen Academy to arrange Zhang Zhixing to host the literary meeting was too obvious. It was obviously to help Fang Yun secretly to prevent someone from attacking him at the literary meeting.

Another Hanlin, who was also one of the Seven Sons of the Holy Academy, and like Zhang Zhixing, had entered Denglongtai with Fang Yun. This person was Sun Renbing, a military strategist.

The third Jinshi was Li Fanming, as the representative of this year's freshmen.

Seeing this lineup, many people understood that Chongwen Academy did this not only to help Fang Yun, but also to warn some people not to make trouble at this literary meeting, otherwise Fang Yun's three friends would not be sent up.

The students of the Zong family showed helplessness. Although the Zong family had taken over the Dongsheng Pavilion, they could not control Chongwen Academy, because Chongwen Academy had always been the sphere of influence of Confucianism and the Kong family. Such an important institution of higher learning for the human race would never be allowed to be involved by other families.

As usual, Zhang Zhixing, as an old student, warmly welcomed the new students. He first said some polite words, thanking the saints, the Saint Academy, and the gentlemen. Finally, he announced the convening of the Spring Festival Literature Festival.

Many old students cheered. Obviously, they regarded this literature festival as entertainment, not as a serious school.

Many new students were a little curious and relatively restrained.

When Changhong Academy was a little quiet, Zhang Zhixing smiled and said, "The Spring Festival Literature Festival, I believe everyone has heard of it. It is also called the Literature Festival for the New Students."

The old and new students smiled knowingly.

"We old guys were going to have a big game, but how? We learned from the Dai customs and used water as the theme. We let both sides attack each other with poems and articles. After all, the more embarrassed the new students are, the happier we old guys are. However... this year, there are 3,000 new students. If we play like that, we can't finish it in three days and three nights. So, we can only settle for the second best and keep it simple, but we also came up with a good topic for the literary gathering." Zhang Zhixing smiled and glanced at everyone.

Many students looked at Zhang Zhixing curiously.

"According to the old rules of the Spring Festival Farewell Literary Meeting, all three thousand new students must write a poem or article. However, this is a Spring Festival Farewell Literary Meeting, not an ordinary literary meeting, so no matter who writes the poem or article, it must meet the first requirement, which is strange! What is strange? It can be strange in format, rhythm, meaning, etc. As long as it is "strange", it is fine."

"The second requirement is that since it is a Spring Festival Farewell Literary Meeting, it must be related to "spring", so don't go off topic."

"The third requirement is, as mentioned before, there are too many new students this time, so We want to be simple, so your poems and articles should also be simple. It doesn't matter whether they are concise or concise, but don't be too simple! "

After Zhang Zhixing finished speaking, he suddenly smiled and said, "Since it is a Spring Festival literary festival, traditions cannot be abandoned. Therefore, if someone fails to complete or writes poorly, they will be punished. As for the punishment, it is very simple. Go to the most prosperous Xuefu Street in Kongcheng, and shout "I am a pig" at the most lively time, and then hum twice. "

The whole audience laughed.

"Too bad, even an old student like me can't stand it! It should be shouted twice!" One person laughed.

"Interesting, a dignified Jinshi or Hanlin shouting like this in Kongcheng will definitely be a good story! "

Many new students were at a loss for words. They all said that the Spring Festival literary festival was a big pit, but they didn't expect it to be so pit.

"Everyone should work hard. After all, at least ten people should be selected!" Zhang Zhixing smiled.

The old students were very happy, thinking that this was the real Spring Festival literary festival.

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