The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Yun secretly thought something was wrong, put down his chopsticks and walked out, but the concierge rushed out and opened the door first.

Feng Yuanjun's entourage was overjoyed and said: "Our master Hongyan sent a letter to the Wenyuan. The people in the Wenyuan passed the news home. The master specially asked me to come over to thank you. He will be back tomorrow."

"Master Feng has become a member of the Imperial Academy?" Fang Yun knew that Feng Yuanjun was a Jinshi, and the next step up would be the Imperial Academy. If you want to become a Hanlin scholar, the best way is to go to the Holy Academy for further studies. If you don't go to the Holy Academy for further studies, it will take at least thirty or forty years for a Jinshi to become a Hanlin scholar, and some people will not be able to become a Hanlin scholar in their lifetime.

The entourage said: "It's better than Cheng Hanlin! Your Excellency sat by the Wudao River for three days and three nights. He broke through in literary courage and officially reached the first level of toughness as grass and trees. Even Hanlin may not be able to achieve it."

Feng Yuanjun has been to the Holy Academy, and it is nothing to break through and become a Hanlin now, but if he can refine the literary courage to the first level, then he will definitely become an Hanlin within five years, and then he will enter the second level of literary courage. Once he enters the Second Realm of Wendan, it means that his chances of becoming a bachelor are several times that of others.

Fang Yun was helpless and could only say: "It must be Mr. Feng's hard work that made him achieve something."

Unexpectedly, the follower said: "No! Our master said that he didn't feel anything before, but after seeing your "Lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red", I feel the magnificence and bright beauty from it at the same time. , and with the help of Wu Daohe, we can achieve great success."

"Master Feng is too polite, I dare not take credit." Fang Yun was even more helpless.

"Our master said that when he comes back, there will be a big feast to celebrate, and you will be invited to attend. Thank you for your selflessness and your willingness to tell him the secret of Wudao River."

"I will definitely go to the banquet." Fang Yun thought to himself that if Wu Daohe was useful, Jixian County would have produced many geniuses in recent years, but in the past few hundred years, Jixian County has only produced him, who is not a Jixian native.

"Thank you Fang Banxiang! I have something to ask of you." The attendant held and unclenched his hands and looked at Fang Yun very embarrassedly.

Fang Yun said: "I wonder what's wrong?"

"Now people in Panorama State say that you are a Wenquxing who descended to earth. I am just a servant. I dare not ask for your calligraphy treasure. Can I go to your flower bed to get a flower? A piece of grass will do. Let my son take it with him. , bless him to be admitted to Tongsheng."

Fang Yun felt confused and wanted to say it was feudal superstition, but he was embarrassed to refuse others on such a trivial matter.

"Master Fang! I know my request is too much, but for the sake of our master, just let me pick a piece of grass, just one piece! As long as it is as big as a fingernail." said the entourage in his forties. I almost cried.

Fang Yun said helplessly: "You misunderstood, it's not that I don't want to give it to you. Go ahead, there are flowers in the flower bed, you can pick one if you want."

"Thank you, Mr. Fang! Thank you, Mr. Fang! You are really the best scholar in the world!" The attendant immediately laughed, fearing that Fang Yun would regret it, so he rushed into the flower bed in two steps and picked a flower, treating it as a treasure. , put it carefully into your pocket.

"My dear, excuse me!" He quickly walked out of the door, then bowed ninety degrees to Fang Yun, three times in a row, and finally left happily.

"After realizing the Dao River, will the flowers and plants at home also be in trouble?" Fang Yun looked helplessly at the flower bed at home.

Fang Yun noticed that the atmosphere in the courtyard was wrong. He scanned the courtyard and found that the concierge, Fang Daniu, maid, Mrs. Jiang and others were all looking straight at the flowers in the flower bed.

Fang Yun rolled his eyes, shook his head, and went back to eat.

After dinner, Fang Yun continued to study. Before lunch, Nunu suddenly entered the room.

"嘤嘤嘤嘤..."

Fang Yun was a little anxious and a little angry when he heard the little fox's voice, so he put down the book and looked back.

Nunu jumped into Fang Yun's arms with an aggrieved look on her face, then pointed at the yard with her little paws and screamed non-stop.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yun walked out with Nunu in his arms, walked out of the door, and scanned the yard.

"It's nothing. Uh..." Fang Yun's eyes stopped on the flower bed in the yard.

There were still twenty flowers in the flower bed this morning, but now there are only nine left, which is too obvious. Some leaves have also been picked off, and the weeds have been cleared away for the first time.

Fang Yun looked at the others, but everyone lowered their heads and were busy with their own business.

Nunu used her little paws to point at these people one by one, and screamed, as if to complain: "Look at them!" Pick all the flowers!

Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but it was really hard to teach them a lesson about such a trivial matter, so he said: "Da Niu, don't listen to other people's rumors. I am not a Wenqu star who came down to earth. All these flowers and plants are useless."

Fang Daniu said: "That's impossible to say! You are now a role model for literati, what else are you if you don't have Wenquxing coming to earth? We don't dare to take your writing. That thing is precious, and it is better to burn it than to spread it around. These flowers and plants are yours. Talent is nourishing, which is definitely good for scholars! Since becoming your long-term follower, I feel much smarter than before!”

Others nodded, agreeing very much with Fang Daniu's words.

Fang Yun thought to himself that he was completely defeated by these people. Why is he so much smarter than before, advertising?

Fang Yun said casually: "It's just a few flowers, just pick them and don't spread the word."

Fang Daniu suddenly showed a dog-legged look and said with a smile: "Master, if others buy our flowers and plants, can we sell them?"

"You're overthinking." Fang Yun ignored the matter and carried Nunu back to the house, thinking how could this be such a coincidence. It's impossible for someone to buy it. Could his own flowers and plants form an industrial chain?

Fang Daniu looked at the concierge, then at Mrs. Jiang, winked at her, and Mrs. Jiang nodded and glanced at Yang Yuhuan's room, indicating that she would tell the hostess.

Fang Yun went back to the house, put Nunu aside, and picked up "Wu Zi Bing Fa" to read aloud.

Wu Qi was a half-saint of military strategy who was as famous as Sun Wu. He was a disciple of Zixia, and Zixia was a direct disciple of Confucius, so Wu Qi could be said to be a direct descendant of Confucianism. His status in the temple of saints was slightly lower than that of Sun Tzu, but much higher than that of Sun Bin, and was named the second military strategy.

Nunu jumped onto the table, walked to the manuscript of "Legend of the White Snake", stretched out his little claws to turn the pages, turned to the last page, and sorted the manuscript paper, sat on the table, and looked at Fang Yun with resentment.

These days Fang Yun wrote a little "Legend of the White Snake" every day. This time he was going to write a super long novel, which was a re-interpretation of "Legend of the New White Snake". When he was in the fantasy world of Book Mountain, he made a lot of money with this version of "Legend of the White Snake".

Ever since seeing Fang Yun writing The Legend of the White Snake, Nunu often went to Fang Yun's study to take a look. Every time he saw no new manuscripts, he looked at Fang Yun with resentment.

After reading Wu Zi's Art of War, Fang Yun stood up and prepared to walk in the yard, and saw Nunu looking at him with resentful eyes again, and patted the manuscript of The Legend of the White Snake with her little paws.

Fang Yun had to find ten pages of paper, pick up a pen and dip it in ink, and write quickly with a quick pen. Writing quickly is particularly exhausting, so Fang Yun slowed down the speed, from four sentences per breath to one sentence per breath, so that his spirit would not be tired at all and he could write fast enough.

Nunu immediately stood up, patted his two front paws to express his gratitude, and then happily looked at Fang Yun's manuscript, reading it with relish, and his furry big tail swept back and forth.

Fang Yun quickly finished writing ten pages, and then went for a walk in the yard, while Nunu didn't finish reading it once, so he read it again.

After walking for half a quarter of an hour, Fang Yun was about to go back to the house when Nunu ran out and looked at Fang Yun pitifully.

"Okay, I'll finish writing "The Legend of the White Snake" in the next few days!" Fang Yun said.

"Oh! Oh!" Nunu jumped up and down excitedly.

In addition to writing "The Legend of the White Snake" these days, Fang Yun was also writing "Yao Qin Teaching".

He went into the house to finish the rest of "Yao Qin Teaching" and then gave it to Yang Yuhuan. As long as she finished learning this book, Yang Yuhuan would be able to touch the threshold of the first realm of Qin. As long as she wrote a few more Qin pieces that were not available in Shengyuan Continent, she would become a beginner in Qin music, and her Qin skills would surely improve step by step.

On the second day, Feng Yuanjun's servant sent an invitation to Fang Yun to attend the banquet.

Fang Yun didn't want to go very much, and Feng Yuanjun knew it, so he deliberately said in the invitation that if he didn't go, Feng Yuanjun would move the banquet to his doorstep.

Fang Yun had to go.

At night, Feng Mansion was decorated with lights and music, and there were many carriages in front of the door, even Li Wenying's six dragon horses.

In the past, Feng Yuanjun was not qualified to invite Li Wenying, although Li Wenying would come if he invited him, but after all, the difference in their literary status was a bit large. Now that he has achieved great success in the realm of literary courage, he will soon become a Hanlin, and even the hope of becoming a university scholar is very great, so he is naturally qualified to invite Li Wenying.

The six dragon horses looked arrogant, and the people and horses on the side did not dare to approach, but when they saw Fang Yun, they all bowed their heads to greet him.

Fang Yun smiled and nodded, and entered Feng Mansion.

Feng Yuanjun's followers had been staring at the door, and when they saw Fang Yun coming in, they shouted at the top of their voices: "Fang Yun is here!"

Fang Yun shook his head helplessly, and saw many people walking out of the living room of Feng Mansion, with Feng Yuanjun walking in front.

"Fang Yun! Thank you! Thank you! Thanks to you for telling me to practice by the Wudao River, otherwise my literary talent would never be able to achieve the first level!"

Fang Yun wanted to roll his eyes at Feng Yuanjun, but he held back in the end, because he had never persuaded Feng Yuanjun to go to the Wudao River.

Fang Yun thought about it for the past two days, and finally guessed that the reason why Feng Yuanjun was able to make such a breakthrough was that Feng Yuanjun's own accumulation was enough, and the second most important point was the strong psychological suggestion, that is, self-hypnosis. Fang Yun had mentioned the Wudao River many times, and had shown amazing talent in front of Feng Yuanjun many times, so Feng Yuanjun not only believed in the Wudao River, but also believed that the Wudao River could help him break through.

Fang Yun immediately said, "Sir Feng, you are too polite. You have achieved what you have today because of yourself. I have no contribution at all. Please don't thank me."

Feng Yuanjun ignored this rhetoric, stretched out his hand to grab Fang Yun's wrist, strode into the main hall, and said as he walked, "You must sit in the upper seat today. Li Daxueshi has agreed."

"Sir Feng, please don't flatter me!" Fang Yun really didn't want to be in the limelight. The example of the literati was too amazing. At this moment, he just wanted to be a scholar quietly.

Li Wenying smiled and fanned the flames: "As Fang Banxiang, of course he can sit in the upper seat."

"Yes, yes, Fang Banxiang must sit in the upper seat."

Everyone started to make a fuss. These scholars who were at least Juren did not have the slightest jealousy or dissatisfaction, but instead were envious.

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