The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The little fox carefully glanced at the skinny old man Luo Jingting, then threw himself into Fang Yun's arms with a smile and acted coquettishly, pointing at the little butterfly.

Fang Yun stroked the little fox and found that Yang Yuhuan was not at home, but there was a faint sound of the piano and harp next door. He should be learning the piano and practicing the harp with Mrs. Lai, while Fang Daniu and others at home looked at Luo Jingting excitedly, guessing in their hearts that he identity.

"You go about your business. Mr. Luo and I took the things and left." Fang Yun carried the little fox and walked towards his room.

Luo Jingting glanced at the little fox and said: "You fragrant fox has spirituality, which is rare. When you enter the Holy Academy in the future, find someone to exchange for some moon leaves from the demon world. It will be good for it."

As soon as Nunu heard the moon leaves, she immediately showed a greedy expression.

"I heard that the little moon in the demon world grows on the extremely huge moon tree. Unfortunately, I have never seen it. It must be very beautiful." Fang Yun said.

"It's also scary." Luo Jingting added.

Nunu nodded vigorously, with a little fear on his face.

Fang Yun also thought of the legend of Yaoyue, kept silent, found the manuscript of "Three Character Classic" from the bookcase and handed it to Luo Jingting.

Luo Jingting's expression condensed, and he solemnly stretched out his hands, carefully took it from Fang Yun's hand, and then opened the first page and looked at it. Even if he didn't use the official seal, his eyes could see the talent on the page.

Nunu looked at Luo Jingting confusedly, as if saying why are you so serious? It's not as good as "The Legend of White Snake".

Luo Jingting put away the manuscript of the "Three Character Classic" and said seriously: "This article has entered the temples and will be of great benefit to you. You will find it useful in the future. I won't say more. Remember not to leak this matter."

"Well, I know that. There are too many things I can't say. I'm used to it." Fang Yun said with a smile.

Luo Jingting said: "Even I don't know much about you. I'm afraid only Master Dongsheng knows your true achievements. But don't worry, when the day comes when your achievements can be made public, you will surely be famous in ten countries and be famous for generations to come. ! Those young literary and literary palaces may be damaged by this."

"Thanks for the tip, sir."

"I'm going to see an old friend. I'll leave after saying a few words, so I won't send you to the tower."

"I'll just go back by myself."

When Luo Jingting came out of the study, clouds formed at his feet and slowly rose up. When they were as high as the roof, they suddenly stopped and said: "I have already solved the Liu family's affairs for you. If they don't understand current affairs, then I can only do it myself. If you can enter the Holy Market, remember to write the best poems and poems possible at the Mid-Autumn Festival, because it will be very helpful for you to enter the Holy Market. You must remember that the Holy Market is not independent."

After Luo Jingting said that, he flew high into the sky with a whoosh, and Fang Yun didn't even have time to thank him.

"It would be great if you can rise to the top, but it's a pity that you have to get a bachelor's degree to get it. However, if you win the first prize in a country, you can rise to the top when you are a Jinshi." Fang Yun thought to himself, put Nunu down, and walked out, ready to find A carriage went to the Wenhui Meeting to Stop Flooding.

Nunu secretly followed Fang Yun like a puppy without making a sound. After Fang Yun hired a carriage and got in, the little fox showed a sly smile and ran directly into the car.

"Hey!" The driver hurriedly stopped.

"It's okay, this fox belongs to my family." Fang Yun said with a smile.

"Oh, you can't pee in the car." The driver said and drove off.

The little fox barked at the driver angrily, then turned to look at Fang Yun, with a lively look, as if to say: Am I smart?

"Remember not to pee." Fang Yun joked.

Nunu immediately became embarrassed and rolled in Fang Yun's arms to vent her dissatisfaction. She was like a little fluff ball, extremely cute.

Returning to the tower of South Vice City, Fang Yun saw his acquaintance Tang Da, shopkeeper, who was walking around under the city wall.

"Shopkeeper Tang, why are you here?" Fang Yun asked.

Shopkeeper Tang Da smiled and said: "Of course I'm waiting for your Qixi Festival poems. As soon as your Qixi Festival poems come out, I will ask printing houses from all over the ten countries to print books. Your Qixi Festival poems and "The Legend of White Snake" will be printed together. It can increase your literary reputation.”

"We have shopkeeper Laotang."

"The flood control conference is almost over. You should go quickly, otherwise you won't be able to catch up." Shopkeeper Tang Da said.

"good."

Fang Yun quickly climbed up the city wall with Nunu in his arms, and then walked into the tower. He saw some literati writing poems or articles to stop flooding. The vitality of heaven and earth continued to pour into their papers. Finally, their poetry culture became a powerful force. Entering the rain will slightly reduce the heavy rain nearby, but there is no essential difference.

Fang Yunxiang looked out the window. At this moment, the rain from the South Vice City to the Yangtze River had become lighter, and the mountains not far away were finally visible. In the rain, you can already see the farthest point of the Yangtze River from its outlet to the sea. The section of the river after the outlet called Qiantang River or Zhejiang is difficult to see clearly and is still a vast expanse of white.

Someone asked in a low voice: "Fang Maocai, Master Wenzong is gone?"

"It's time to go." Fang Yun said.

The people of Qing State looked at each other, especially the six Juren who were about to be exiled to southern Xinjiang. They were all dissatisfied, but for fear that Wenzong would come back, they did not dare to speak and just whispered.

"What's going on with the Liu family?"

"What else could happen? Since Wen Zong personally said that the Liu family could not come, he must have found a way to stop the Liu family."

"This party is so lucky."

The poet's leader said bitterly: "His good luck is coming to an end!"

Magistrate Dong coughed twice and was about to speak when a strange cry that penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks came from the river. Then the river roiled and huge waves two to three feet high surged toward the shore.

Then a huge cyan dragon with a body length of more than ten feet flew upwards.

This dragon is covered in blue scales, its body is slender and well-proportioned, its four dragon claws are extremely powerful, its whiskers are fluttering, and its pair of dragon eyes are exceptionally bright, like the moon in its eyes.

"Ouch..." The dragon looked up to the sky and shouted. The strange sound spread throughout Jiangzhou City, and the people on the city tower felt their eardrums vibrating and felt very uncomfortable.

This dragon has a ferocious face, with powerful blood energy exuding from its whole body, and full of murderous intent.

The rain, which had been alleviated by the flood control measures, suddenly became heavier.

"It's Qingjiang Jiao King!" someone shouted loudly.

Everyone first glanced at Qingjiang Jiao King, and then looked at Fang Yun together, because everyone knew that the continuous heavy rain for more than half a month was Qingjiang Jiao King's revenge on Fang Yun.

Fang Yun's face did not change, and he calmly looked at the Qingjiang Jiao King who was surrounded by clouds and mist.

The Qingjiang Jiao King soared in the mist and floated over the Yangtze River, shouting loudly: "Fang Yun, if you eat my son's dragon beads, if you don't die to apologize, the heavy rain in Jiangzhou will never stop!" The Jiao King's voice spread like rolling thunder in all directions and fell into the Jade Sea. In the city.

Many people in Yuhai City realized that it was the conflict between Fang Yun and the Dragon Clan that caused the heavy rain, and many people felt very conflicted.

The people of Qing State breathed a sigh of relief. With King Qingjiang Jiao here, the pressure on Fang Yun increased greatly, and the influence of Wenzong Luo Jingting before could be weakened to a minimum.

"Hand over Fang Yun and the heavy rain will stop!" Qingjiang Jiao King roared.

The Jingguo literati sighed, the Qingjiang Jiao King is very cunning, this is the mouth of the Yangtze River, and below is the Jiaolong Palace. There is a Jiao Saint inside, and the human race will never be able to kill the Jiao King here.

A Qingguo literati said: "Fang Yun, is it true what King Qingjiang Jiao said? Do you really have a grudge against it?"

Fang Yun didn't answer.

"Well, if he really wanted to take revenge on Jiangzhou for his own personal revenge, King Qingjiang would be really vicious. However, for the sake of the people of Jiangzhou, someone must sacrifice." He looked at Fang Yun with evil intentions.

"That's right. When our Qing Kingdom suffered a great calamity, many people stepped forward to fight for it. After their death, they were posthumously named as role models for literati. The literati of Jing Kingdom have never been weaker than our Qing Kingdom, so naturally some people will take action."

As soon as the Jingguo people heard this, they realized that these Qingguo people had learned their lesson and no longer directly attacked Fang Yun like they did just now, but this indirect attack method was even more annoying. It made people hate him, but it was difficult to refute directly.

Magistrate Dong immediately said: "You must not fall into the trap of the demon clan. The Zhiluo Wenhui is over and the Chinese Valentine's Day Wenhui will begin."

The first disciple of Shijun came to avenge his friend, but now he was about to be exiled. The hatred in his heart could not be eliminated, and he said: "Prefect Dong's words are wrong! Not only has Fang Yun not yet written a poem to stop the flood, but your lords have not started writing either. Flood Control Wenhui Can it end again? Since Fang Yun is a model for a country's literati, he will never think that his life is more important than the entire Jiangzhou, but he cannot sacrifice his life to save the entire Jiangzhou, so there must be a way to solve the Jiangzhou disaster! "

Another Qingguo man immediately answered: "It must be so! This flood stretches for thousands of miles, and the poem to stop the rain will definitely treat the symptoms rather than the root cause. What method is Fang Biaoyue prepared to use to stop the heavy rain?"

"Any figure with the appearance of an emperor who gets a famous sentence may not necessarily be very talented, but it must be majestic and majestic. It can not only arouse the vitality of heaven and earth, but also arouse the destiny of the country. Liu Bang's "Song of the Wind" is an example. He obviously only had the talent to lift people, but he wrote It seems to me that you can write an imperial poem that can calm mountains and rivers and overcome floods, right?"

"You don't have to be afraid. This is not the time before the Ten Kingdoms. Now there are only kings and no emperors. You don't have to worry about having your family confiscated and executed when you write imperial poems." People from the Qing Kingdom sang and harmonized to find a "way out" for Fang Yun.

"If you write a wonderful article, you may be able to disperse the dark clouds in the sky, but it is more difficult than imperial poetry." A Qingguo man said with a faint gloating tone.

While the Qingguo people were talking, the Jiao King was still shouting.

Feng Zimo, the emperor of the courtyard, said coldly: "This matter is obviously caused by the Qingjiang Jiao King, but you are still entangled in it, which is really disgusting! Then I will write a new poem on behalf of the people who have not written in Yuhai Mansion to stop the waterlogging and trap the dragon. ”

After Feng Zimo finished speaking, he quickly walked to the window and wrote: "The rain is falling on the mountains, and the dragon palace is lonely..." When he was writing, he was full of energy, but halfway through, Feng Zimo couldn't write anymore.

The people of Jingguo are corrupt!

The rain on the mountains is nothing, and the "Dragon Palace Locks Loneliness" is also wonderful. Loneliness means silence. Feng Zimo wanted to use the power of poetry to shut up the Jiao King. When the Jiao Dragon spreads rain, sealing its mouth is also a way to stop flooding.

Feng Zimo was just a Jinshi. In order to defend the city, he could use the power of the holy temple to temporarily upgrade to become a half-moment Hanlin. He was still one level lower than the Qingjiang Jiao King. He could never defeat the Jiao King, but he could limit the voice of the Jiao King.

But the status of the Dragon Palace is too high, and the tone and intention of "Dragon Palace Locks Loneliness" are too high, and it will be difficult to continue later. If the artistic conception cannot be maintained later, the poem will fall apart and have no effect.

"My lord, you are very talented, sir, continue!" The hostile Qingguo people immediately booed.

Feng Zimo blushed to the root of his neck. He didn't expect that he would get stuck at this moment. In fact, he had already thought about it, but when he actually wrote it down, he realized that the last two sentences were not good and he couldn't write them randomly.

Fang Yun walked over and whispered a few words in Feng Zimo's ear.

Feng Zimo suddenly became energetic and said loudly: "Thank you for your half-matched poem! The humble minister Feng Zimo is against the demon king. He hopes that the holy temple can help him and grant him half a moment of imperial education!"

A majestic force that was invisible but could be felt by everyone fell from the sky and fell on Feng Zimo, causing his clothes to fly.

Feng Zimo's talent and strength temporarily reached the realm of Hanlin. He put pen to paper again and wrote down the two sentences Fang Yun said in his ear.

"The building overlooks the sea and the sun, and the door faces the tide of Zhejiang!"

The poem was finished, the sun tore through a corner of the dark clouds, the Yangtze River was rolling, a transparent chain appeared on the mouth of the Dragon King, and the Dragon King's voice stopped abruptly.

The people of Jingguo applauded, and Governor Dong praised loudly: "Good! Although this poem cannot stop the flood, it is enough to weaken the power of the Dragon King. The last two sentences use the tower to watch the sun and the door to face the tide, and see the big from the small. It not only resolves the problem of the Dragon Palace, but also sublimates it. Wonderful poem!"

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