The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1506 Arrival at Zhucheng

"Good! Zhujiang Hou is indeed the first person in the Confucian literary world. His literary reputation has surpassed Fangxu Sheng at this moment! It is a blessing for us that this three-odd poem can appear in our Guangzhou City!" The Guangzhou prefect smiled and praised.

"Yes, the wonder of this poem has far surpassed all the strange poems of Fangxu Sheng! The poem "Climbing the Stork Tower" also surpasses many of Fangxu Sheng's poems and has the image of a national guardian!"

"No matter what Fangxu Sheng is, he is also a person from Shengyuan Continent. In the Confucian literary world, Zhang Longxiang is the first in terms of literary reputation! Even if Fangxu Sheng arrives in the Confucian literary world, he will definitely call himself a junior in front of Zhujiang Hou!"

"Well said..."

After it was revealed that this was the three-odd poem, the atmosphere of the literary gathering was originally very high, but as many people praised Zhang Longxiang crazily, the atmosphere of the literary gathering quickly cooled down.

In the eyes of most people, this poem is indeed one of the three wonders, but its value is not particularly high. After all, for the sake of wonder and rhythm, poetic meaning, artistic conception, momentum, emotion and other aspects must be sacrificed. Everyone thought that after praising this three wonders poem, someone would point out its shortcomings.

No one expected that many officials and generals, led by the prefect of Guangzhou, actually began to praise Zhang Longxiang crazily, as if Zhang Longxiang is now the number one in the literary world, able to suppress Xu Sheng, and only one step away from being the number one in the ages.

Most people were a little confused at first, but soon realized that this was a poisonous plot set up by the prefect of Guangzhou, Lumen Hou and Gou Bao!

Today's early spring literary meeting is a huge trap. If Fang Yun does not win the championship and cannot get back his ancestral heirloom, he will naturally bear many stigmas, but if he wins, then these people will take advantage of the situation and praise him to death with all their strength!

Some people in the literary meeting were very angry, especially the young Jieyuan, who held the official seal and sent a letter to Fang Yun, explaining the situation at the venue.

Fang Yun was on his way back to the military camp. After receiving the letter, he replied and expressed his gratitude, but a faint smile appeared on his face.

"I had expected this kind of vicious plan. It would indeed cause terrible harm to others. Not to mention that people in the entire literary world would be jealous or even hostile, not to mention that the scholars in Shengyuan Continent would be dissatisfied, just setting up a virtual saint as an enemy would be enough to make the original Zhang Longxiang drink a pot. Unfortunately, this so-called poisonous plan of praising and killing not only did not harm me, but helped me, which was equivalent to cooperating with the Zong and Lei families to build momentum for me!"

After Fang Yun returned to the military camp, the old man who was obsessed with poetry sent a letter to praise him, and Qin Prime Minister Zhu Fengqiong expressed his satisfaction and had begun to build momentum for him, hoping to work together next time to complete the plan of suppressing Fang Yun with literature.

In the name of cooperation, Fang Yun asked Zhu Fengqiong for a lot of information about the Chu State, and even had portraits and origins of some scholars in the Pearl River Army.

Late at night, Wei Changxian appeared outside the carriage.

"Lord Zhujiang Hou, I am here to give you a prize."

"Put it down." Fang Yun's voice reached outside the carriage.

"Lord Zhujiang, you are now famous in the world! Both our Marshal and Lord Qishan Hou are trying their best to praise you. You can look at the discussion list, many people praise you. Oh, by the way, I heard that you have surpassed Fang Xusheng now. I believe you must be very happy in your heart? Hahaha..."

Wei Changxian laughed and left.

Fang Yun smiled and continued to read.

Fang Yun could clearly feel that his Wen Palace statue was shaking slightly.

This is a sign that he is about to be promoted to a university scholar!

Once promoted to a university scholar, the talent will no longer be an ordinary smoke column, but will turn into a cloud one inch thick. As the strength continues to increase, the cloud will gradually thicken.

The power of the university scholar's meteoric rise actually comes from the talent cloud.

"As long as I am promoted to Grand Secretary, I will immediately obtain the full power of the Marquis of Zhujiang and command the 200,000 Zhujiang Army. By then, I will be in control of the power, and I don't have to look at the faces of Marquis of Lumen and Gou Bao. Then I will integrate the army, attack the barbarians, and finally enter Liangjie Mountain to complete the test of the ninth mountain! However, before I become a Grand Secretary, I can only continue to keep a low profile!"

Two days later, the army set out and left Guangzhou City. The journey was very smooth. On the 24th day of the first lunar month, they arrived in Zhucheng.

Zhang Longxiang's ancestors made great achievements around Zhucheng and were named Marquis of Zhujiang.

When they arrived ten miles away from Zhucheng, the whole army breathed a sigh of relief. The power of the Holy Temple could reach here, which meant that the army was absolutely safe.

Fang Yun walked out of the carriage, stood on the edge of the carriage, and looked forward.

Flags and swords were shining in front of them. Soldiers on both sides of the road lined up all the way to the city gate, and on the top of the city were densely packed soldiers. Two big men with bare upper bodies were beating drums hard.

Under the tower and above the gate, there are two large stone characters "Zhucheng", the characters are flying, and the strokes are like knives.

Dong... Dong... Dong...

Ten miles away from the Zhujiang Field, near the army, a large number of scholars have gathered, including generals of the Zhujiang Army, civil servants of Zhucheng, and local famous families. It can be said that all the wise men have come.

The army was getting closer and closer to those who were welcoming them. Seeing that Lumen Hou did not let him go, Fang Yun said to the driver: "Speed ​​up the car and rush to the front of the team."

"What if they block us?"

"I'll solve it."

"Yes!"

The driver swung his long whip, which sounded in the sky, making a sharp whistle.

"Go!" The carriage accelerated forward.

The soldiers in front avoided them one after another. Some soldiers of the Lumen Army wanted to intercept them, but chose to retreat after a moment of hesitation.

The driver was very happy to see this scene. Fang Yun's literary reputation was at its peak these days, and ordinary Lumen Army soldiers did not dare to embarrass Fang Yun and the driver.

Just as they were about to reach the front of the army, Wei Changxian led a cavalry of 100 people to meet them from the front.

"During the march, we must not accelerate suddenly. Please slow down, Marquis Zhujiang." Wei Changxian was wearing light black armor, and the armor on his body rustled as his horse ran.

Fang Yun signaled the driver to slow down a little, saying: "My lineage of Marquis Zhujiang has been working here for many years. Why didn't you remind me when the army entered the city?"

Wei Changxian smiled and said: "You misunderstood. I was just about to take the Marquis to meet the officials of Zhucheng. I didn't expect you to be so anxious. Please!"

Wei Changxian turned his horse's head and made way.

"Humph!" Fang Yun snorted unhappily and returned to the carriage.

The driver whispered: "Don't treat me as a fool. If the master didn't come, you would definitely think that the master was not here."

The carriage moved forward all the way and soon arrived at the front of the army, and slowly moved forward with the main generals of the army.

After moving forward for hundreds of breaths, the army stopped one after another, and the carriage also stopped.

"Master, we're here."

Fang Yun hummed lightly, got off the carriage, looked forward, and saw the team in front slowly approaching, with the Hanlin generals and Jinshi generals wearing armor in front, the civil officials and low-level officers in the middle, and the rest of the scholars in Zhucheng in the back.

As the two sides approached, everyone in Zhujiang City bowed to Lumen Hou.

"Greetings to Lumen Hou!" The voices were uniform and the momentum was overwhelming.

Afterwards, an old man with two scars on his chin stepped forward and said to Xun Tianling: "Hanlin Zhang Qingfeng, greetings to Xun Daxueshi."

Then the others also saluted Xun Tianling.

Finally, Zhang Qingfeng looked at Fang Yun and said meticulously: "The subordinate Zhang Qingfeng, greetings to Zhujiang Hou!"

A strange scene appeared. Only less than half of the people bowed to Fang Yun, and the rest stood up straight. Some people even raised their heads proudly, looking at Fang Yun with cold eyes.

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