The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Daofeng Mountain, Shengyuan, Dongsheng Pavilion.

The eyes of Dongsheng King Jinglong flickered with strange light, and finally disappeared, with a faint smile on his face.

"What a blessing. Even I underestimated you. With you, the human race doesn't have to worry."

The smile on his face quickly disappeared, replaced by a chill, and then he stood up and walked outside.

One step is a hundred miles, and behind it the wind and clouds are rolling, and the thunder is roaring.

Everyone in the Holy Court looked up at the sky in surprise, and saw that the sky was filled with dark clouds, with lightning and thunder in the dark clouds. A strange force split the thousands of miles of dark clouds into two, revealing a sliver of clear sky, which was extremely magical.

"Lord Dong Sheng is angry!"

"Lord Dasheng is more angry than usual today. There are clouds in the sky. There must be a demon king or a barbarian king who must die."

"Or the Grand Maester?"

"No way."

"Most likely."

Outside the Yuhai Mansion Literary Academy.

The people in front of the door stayed together for a long time, gathering together and discussing in low voices. Some talked about luck, some talked about Qingguo, and some talked about contention.

Fang Yun was surrounded by his classmates and people he had interacted with before, while many literati looked at Fang Yun from a distance and wanted to come over to say hello and get to know Fang Yun, but they were too embarrassed for fear of being too reckless.

The difference from before is that now everyone does not look at Fang Yun with curiosity or enthusiasm. Instead, they regard Fang Yun as a respected elder and a leader in the literary world of Jiangzhou and even Jingguo, just like they looked at Li Wenying. A true leader has more spiritual intimacy than before.

Those older people saw the far-reaching impact of this incident and were happy that Jingguo had produced such a true leader-level genius.

The gap between literary geniuses and literary leaders is too big. People like the half-saint disciple Yan Yukong and others are recognized as geniuses with higher talents than Fang Yun, but they are far from the level of leaders. Fang Yun is now at least Jiang The leader of the literary world in the state, and in a dozen days, after the "Wenbao" published this incident, he will inevitably become the leader of the literary world of Jingguo.

Not long after, someone beside Fang Yun suddenly said in surprise: "Brother Qian, why are you here?"

Fang Yun looked around and saw that it was Qian Boshang who had just broken his literary gallbladder. He was sitting on a chair.

"Brother Qian!" Fang Yun separated from everyone and walked over.

Qian Bo Shang showed a leisurely and calm smile and said: "I heard that you were coming here, so I asked them to send me here. I basically know what happened just now. Fang Yun, you are good!"

Ordinary praise is more comforting than disgusting flattery.

"I'm just like you, just one of them." Fang Yun said modestly.

"But you are the best!" Qian Boshang said.

Everyone nodded together.

"Well, the Prime Minister had nothing to do before. We all speculated that it was related to the protection of those two families. Today, it is almost certain. If we can really cooperate with the barbarians to destroy the demons and sacrifice Jingguo, I will have no complaints, but the problem is , what should we do if the Zajia and the Strategist family failed after we were sacrificed?" Qian Boshang said.

"There is no other way but to silently pray for justice in the Holy Court."

"Feng Shaoyu is just a candidate for promotion. He is not qualified to take the Confucian classics. The half-sage should not instruct him to do such a thing, but that is not necessarily the case for his disciples. Fortunately, a saint took action to kill Feng Shaoyu, otherwise his fate would have been in danger. ”

"This matter must be published in the "Wenbao"! If the Holy Court does not hold certain people accountable, I will go to the door of the Holy Court to slam the door and remonstrate! Jingguo has been suppressed by Qingguo Wuguo for so many years, they don't care, we can tolerate it ! But Fang Yun came out of nowhere, and they still dare to treat Fang Yun as a thorn in their side, I won’t tolerate it!”

"Brother Cao Gaoyi! If you go to the Holy Court, take me with you!"

"I'll go too!"

Everyone responded one after another, Ye Feng said with a smile: "Look at this posture, if the Holy Court doesn't give us an explanation, and Fang Yun raises his arms, at least one hundred thousand scholars will hit the wall at the entrance of the Holy Court, and I'm afraid that Daofeng Mountain will be hit by us." fall."

Everyone laughed together and felt particularly warm in their hearts. Jingguo had not had anything to do for a long time, and even the enthusiasm for fighting against the barbarians was gradually worn away by Zuo Xiang and others.

Fang Yun smiled slightly and didn't say much, listening to their continued discussion.

While everyone was chatting, Fang Yun, in order to know himself and the enemy, sorted out the political situation and found a problem, which made him feel strange.

"Gui Guzi, the originator of the strategist family, is really strange. The deeds of his disciples such as Zhang Yi, Su Qin, Sun Bin, and Pang Juan are all recorded in many credible historical materials such as "Historical Records", but he is not. He is said to be a military strategist. But there is no historical data about him leading troops, and there is no battle Achievements. No one can cite which countries he has lobbied for and what specific things he has done. However, regardless of whether he has any achievements, one thing is certain, he must be a great educator. And the book "Guiguzi" is also of great value."

Guiguzi from Shengyuan Continent was also a hermit, and there were no historical records of his deeds. Fang Yun did not pursue the case, but focused on the current political strategist.

After Qin unified the world, the role of the political strategists was extremely small, and the foundation of sainthood almost disappeared. They merged into miscellaneous families and military strategists, and disappeared for a time. It wasn't until the Ten Kingdoms came together and almost returned to the Warring States Period that the strategist family grew again, but because of its weak foundation, no one can currently be canonized.

As the night got darker, everyone left one after another, but the number of people around Fang Yun never decreased. Not long after, Feng Yuanjun suddenly hurried over from the literary courtyard, his expression extremely solemn.

"Fang Yun, I just received some news." Feng Yuanjun said as he walked.

"Is it related to me?" Fang Yun asked.

Feng Yuanjun said in a deep voice: "Lord Dongsheng went to Qing State and killed the great scholar Teng Jiu of the Zongheng family in front of the king of Qing State in the palace of Qing State."

"Ah!" The whole audience was in an uproar.

"That was a great scholar, how could he die like this?"

"The Eastern Saint would never kill a great scholar for what happened today, how strange."

"Humph, generally, great scholars would be exiled to the front line or Liangjie Mountain if they were guilty, but Lord Eastern Saint killed them, there must be a deeper reason."

"Except for the crime of betraying the human race, there is no other possibility for the Eastern Saint to take action."

"Lord Feng, is there any news about other people?"

Feng Yuanjun replied: "Yes. Two university scholars, four Hanlin, eight Jinshi and ninety-six Juren and their clans were exiled to the front lines in various places to fight against the monsters and barbarians. They are not allowed to return to Qing Kingdom within five generations. The three clans of the great scholar were also exiled to the front line."

Fang Yun suddenly said: "In the battle last year, my Jing Kingdom lost a university scholar, two Hanlin, four Jinshi and forty-eight Juren, and the number of people exiled this time is exactly twice these numbers."

Everyone suddenly realized and was greatly encouraged.

"It seems that Dongsheng knows it in his heart, but after all, there is no complete evidence, and those people were not dealt with before. Now they have gone too far and pose a great threat to Fang Yun. Dongsheng does not need evidence, and will directly take action. They can only swallow their anger." Qian Boshang said.

"Last year, a good friend of mine died in battle. I wrote a letter to his family about this matter. Not only to let them remember Fang Yun's kindness, but also to let them know that there is still justice in this world!"

"Humph, if it weren't for Fang Yun, where would we go to get this justice? Wouldn't it be a waste of sacrifice?"

"You think too extreme. If the human race wants to be strong, someone must sacrifice."

Qian Boshang whispered: "I am never afraid of sacrifice. I am only afraid that the credit brought by our sacrifice will be monopolized by some people. When it comes to rewarding merits, they only remember themselves and their descendants, but forget us and our descendants."

Everyone was silent. This is a problem that can never be solved.

Suddenly, a wild goose with a letter flew over. After reading it, Feng Yuanjun said, "Shijun apologized for his disciple Shi Dehong's words and deeds, and decided to write a poem to be presented to Jing people at the Qixi Literary Meeting in Yuhai City."

"Humph, what is a gift of a poem? It's nothing more than knowing that he is in the wrong, but he can't just lose like this. Come up with a poem to overwhelm my Jing country, so that he won't lose all his face. If someone in my Jing country writes a poem better than him, it would be ungenerous, after all, he has apologized."

"After all, he is one of the four great talents, and he didn't participate in this literary fight. Being willing to apologize is already the limit, and we have to give him this face. However, this Qixi Festival will be changed to a poetry meeting." Feng Yuanjun smiled.

Everyone smiled knowingly. At the Qixi Ci meeting in Yuhai City, Shijun sent a poem, and he could never overwhelm the literati in Yuhai City. If he wrote a good poem, Shijun would definitely lose face.

But this kind of thing is a very ordinary dispute over literary reputation and spirit, and no one took it to heart.

A loud voice suddenly sounded not far away.

"Is Fang Yun here?"

Fang Yun could tell that it was Zhang Poyue's voice. He turned his head and saw Zhang Poyue and Zhao Hongzhuang walking towards here together.

Zhao Hongzhuang seemed to be worried, but she was relieved to see that Fang Yun was fine.

But Zhang Poyue didn't seem to care about anything.

"General Zhang is not going to take the dragon boat?" Fang Yun said half-jokingly.

"Since Shijun was scared away by Jianmei Gong, I naturally don't have to take it. But I will not be General Zhang in a few days. I will go to Dingyuan Army to serve." Zhang Poyue said.

Fang Yun knew that there were four armies in the north of Jing State, including the front army, the left army, the right army and the rear army. The left army was crippled by the wolf barbarians last year, the right army has been extremely stable, and the rear army is controlled by the left prime minister.

Fang Yun didn't have a deep understanding of Jing State's military situation, but he also knew that the front army was the deepest in the grassland. With the left army crippled, the front army was very likely to be the next target of the wolf barbarians, which was countless times more dangerous than Yuhai City.

"Has it been decided?" Fang Yun asked.

"It's settled. I'm no longer a third-rank governor, but a former second-rank general. I've been promoted. That's good news." Zhang Poyue seemed very happy.

"Congratulations to General Zhang on his promotion." Everyone congratulated together.

Zhang Poyue stroked his beard proudly and said, "I'll host a banquet at Deyue Tower tomorrow. You must come. By the way, prepare a poem for me, or I won't leave!"

"Is that why General Zhang came to see me in person?" Fang Yun asked with a smile.

"Yes!" Zhang Poyue didn't feel embarrassed at all, and then added, "Don't fool me, at least you have to leave the county."

Fang Yun said, "Since the general gave me an egg, I will give the general a poem tomorrow."

"Prepare well, and then I will ask you to improvise a poem. You can write one sentence at a time, and the poem will be completed in four or eight steps. The name of the poem will be "Fang Yun Sends Zhang Poyue", and we will all become famous together." Zhang Poyue said.

Fang Yun looked at Zhao Hongzhuang with a helpless look, and Zhao Hongzhuang looked helpless.

The people around were all laughing, thinking that the general was indeed crazy, even wanting to be famous for his poems was so domineering.

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