The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

When this poem came out, the vitality between heaven and earth was shaken, and the heavy rain within 300 miles of Yuhai City was reduced by 40%!

The original wind and rain covered the scenery within 10 miles, but now everyone can see the scenery within 100 miles.

The originally very thick dark clouds also faded by three points, and the edges of the dark clouds were like gold and red.

The Jiao King was hanging in the air, struggling and dancing frantically, causing huge waves, but he could not break through the constraints of this poem, and his mouth was locked tightly.

A person in the tower read: "The mountains are raining, and the Dragon Palace is locked in loneliness; the tower overlooks the sea and the sun, and the door faces the tide of Zhejiang. Good poem! What a spirit! Fang Banxiang has a world in his heart. If it is an ordinary flood, it is very likely to be flattened by a poem."

Feng Yuanjun was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, because Fang Yun's second half of the sentence was so good. Finally, he handed the pen to Fang Yun and asked Fang Yun to write the name of the poem.

Fang Yun shook his head slightly, indicating Feng Yuanjun to do it himself, then walked to the corner and looked outside, frowning and falling into deep thought.

Seeing Fang Yun's action, everyone was both moved and envious. Poetry is not a false reputation, but a real literary reputation, which is the responsibility of a literati. Fang Yun took the initiative not to write poems, in addition to being open-minded, but also because he did not lack this literary reputation.

Those two lines of poetry not only shut up the mouth of the Dragon King, but also stunned the people of Qing.

Several people of Qing looked ashamed. The "tower overlooking the sea and the sun, the door facing the tide of Zhejiang" was the highlight of the whole poem, but Fang Yun did not write the title of the poem. This gentleman's attitude that really happened in front of them touched their hearts.

There were twelve scholars and candidates from Qing who came here, and three of them retreated silently and gave up suppressing Fang Yun.

Before, they were for Qing and the holy way, but their confidence was completely shattered by the two lines of poetry. If they wanted to continue fighting, it might affect the Wen Palace or Wen Dan, so they chose to silently recite the original sentence of "Book of Songs" in their hearts "both wise and wise, to protect their bodies" to protect themselves. At this time, withdrawing can protect themselves.

Feng Yuanjun said: "Even if you don't write a poem, you should be the first author." After that, he wrote the words "Locking Dragon" on the poem page, and then put the official seal on it. The talent of this poem surged wildly. One foot out of the county, two feet to the prefecture, this poem is two feet and seven feet talented, it is the poem of the prefecture, and it may be famous in the future.

Many literati congratulated Fang Yun and Feng Zimo, even if the university scholar wrote a poem of the prefecture, it could be celebrated.

Fang Yun, however, did not show any joy, and continued to stand in the corner, frowning and thinking about how to solve the crisis of heavy rain.

Many Jingguo people saw it in their eyes and sighed in their hearts. This is indeed a big crisis for Fang Yun. Those censors are probably ready for memorials. Once the flood is bigger, they will definitely report him and deprive him of his title of model literati.

Model literati is not a false name. Once the title is taken away, Fang Yun's literary palace will inevitably be shaken.

Although Nunu knew nothing, he could sense that Fang Yun was worried. He stopped acting like a spoiled child and stayed in Fang Yun's arms. He looked up at Fang Yun with his clear eyes and prayed that Fang Yun could get through this difficult time.

The six people including Shijun's first disciple also discovered Fang Yun's predicament. They looked at each other and saw determination in each other's eyes!

He was slapped in the face by Emperor Wenzong and exiled to the border town of Linman. His future was bleak. If he completed the mission of Qingguo, he would have a chance to make further progress in Qingguo. But if he could not suppress Fang Yun, he would be completely defeated. Although he would not be completely abandoned by Qingguo, he would never be reused again.

There was only one chance!

Shijun's first disciple said slowly: "Fang Yun, it's your turn! If you can't stop the flood in Jiangzhou, you will become the eternal sinner of Jiangzhou, and the people of Jiangzhou will hate you for generations! If the flood continues for more than ten days, at least hundreds of people will die, and at least tens of thousands of people will have their lives shortened! It's all your fault!"

Governor Dong said sternly: "Qing people, although verbal attacks can be made at literary gatherings to encourage competition, if you continue to slander Fang Yun, don't blame me, a Jinshi, for bullying the weak!"

Shijun's first disciple straightened his neck and said proudly: "Why? You Jing people are incompetent, and others can't say it? My mentor said that if Jing people can't even stop the rain on Qixi Festival, they are not worthy of accepting his gift of poems! Jiangzhou is so big that you can only see the Altair and Vega on Qixi Festival by relying on the holy temple. It is a shame for the human race!"

"What did you say!" The anger that Jing people had been holding back for a long time finally broke out.

"How dare you insult my Jiangzhou!"

Suddenly, the dragon roared.

"Oh no, the Dragon King has gone crazy!"

Everyone looked over in a hurry.

The Dragon King opened his mouth and a dragon horn about ten feet long flew out of his mouth, completely breaking through the power of the Dragon Locking Poem. The dragon horn exuded a terrible power, and the wind, rain, and lightning were all crazy.

The dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed continuously in the clouds, thunder rose and fell, the wind howled, and the rain poured down like a waterfall.

The power of the holy temple isolated the heavy rain a mile away.

The wind and rain were like a wall, completely blocking everyone's sight, and everyone could no longer see the figure of the Dragon King.

"You lock my mouth, I will lock the whole city with rain! I will turn the whole Jiangzhou into a water country and drown everyone!"

Governor Dong sighed and said, "Dear literary friends, don't get entangled with the unscrupulous and shameless people in Qing State. Please show your abilities and don't let the heavy rain continue! The dragon horn of the Jiaosheng is too powerful. Go and gather the other literati! The Qixi poetry meeting will be postponed!"

"I'll go and call people!" Feng Yuanjun held the official seal, and then hundreds of wild geese flew out of the holy temple to deliver letters.

A moment later, the scholars and Jinshi carrying the running poems shuttled through the city at a speed several times faster than ordinary carriages, running towards the tower of the South Sub-City with gusts of wind.

The cart pulled by ten Jiao horses went up the military wall, galloped on the wide wall, and soon arrived outside the tower of the South Sub-City.

At this moment, civil servants, academicians and military personnel, as well as many idle scholars, had gathered inside and outside the city tower. Even many old scholars and scholars who were living in their old age also took the initiative to ask for help after hearing the news.

More than two hundred literati gathered inside and outside the city tower. Everyone was wearing plain clothes sent by the army, either writing poems and essays to stop flooding to win by quantity, or frowning and thinking hard to win by quality.

It was sunny as usual within a mile of the city wall, but the wind, rain and dark clouds a mile away formed a dark world, forming a very strong oppressive force, like a dam that was about to burst, and could destroy Yuhai City at any time.

The Qingjiang Jiao King grabbed the holy dragon horn and flew in the heavy rain, constantly cursing in demonic language. The wind and rain were too strong and no one could see it, which made it more arrogant.

Governor Lu, the leader of the Jiangzhou military officers, got off the bus. A soldier outside the city tower hurriedly said: "Administrator Lu is here!"

Governor Lu Du was a high-ranking official, a veteran of the military, and a member of the Imperial Academy. He would have received a warm welcome, but all the officials in the liberal arts department turned a blind eye, and all the elders turned a deaf ear. Eighty percent of the civil servants continued to look at the wind and rain outside. Ninety percent of young people have their heads lowered.

Only less than half of the military officers or Jinshi went over to greet him.

Governor Lu was wearing a military uniform, with slightly white temples and a resolute face. He waved his hand and said: "It is the worst to stop flooding, no need to be polite!"

A group of soldiers entered the city tower together with Governor Lu. It was fine not to greet the officials with higher status. It was impossible not to say hello when they met, so they greeted them one after another.

Governor Lu's eyes were calm and cold, and he passed by the people of Qing Kingdom, and finally walked towards the six people who were slapped by Wenzong. As he walked, he asked: "Are these six people the ones who insulted our Jing Kingdom?"

"Yes, Grand Governor."

Governor Lu's leather boots made a dull sound as he stepped on the stone slabs of the city tower, and he walked quickly to a swollen-faced Qingguo member.

"You...what are you going to do?" The Qingguo Juren backed away while covering the swollen left side of his face.

"Hit you." Governor Lu raised his leg and kicked the Qingguo Juren right in the abdomen. The Qingguo Juren immediately flew backwards and hit the wall.

Hanlin's body was extremely strong, and the entire Qingguo family was kicked so hard that he vomited blood.

The first disciple of Lord Shi next to him said: "What are you going to do! We are literati from the Qing Dynasty, and we have no literary competition! I am the first disciple of Lord Shi!"

Governor Lu said casually: "I don't have Wenbi, I'm here to fight!" After saying that, he kicked the man on the ground again, and kicked the man's head hard with his hard leather boot.

The Qingguo people were frightened and looked at Governor Lu in disbelief. How could a Hanlin official beat someone? Is this still a scholar? A gentleman speaks but does not act!

The people of Jingguo laughed when they saw it. Although Governor Lu was a Hanlin, he had been guarding the border for a long time. If his style was not tough and ruthless enough, he would not be able to lead the soldiers, let alone fight against the barbarians.

Governor Lu pointed at Juren on the ground and said: "Drag him out and beat him! Just don't beat him to death! This is not a Wenbi, this is a fight! People from Qingguo who are not convinced can come to me at any time!"

The people of Qing State were wilted.

After the two soldiers dragged the man out, Governor Lu looked around at the Qingguo people expressionlessly, and then said: "Give me a black coat, I'm here to participate in the flood control literary meeting." After saying that, he started writing like the others. Waterlogging poetry.

Fang Yun secretly sighed in his heart. He was worthy of being the governor of Hanlin. Although he had been suppressed by Li Wenying, such a move was enough to make many people change their attitude towards him.

More than two hundred scholars were writing poems to stop flooding on the city wall. Papers were flying, and the vitality was approaching violent. A strong wind of vitality passed through the crowd, and the ordinary soldiers had to stay away.

As time passed, the wind and rain did not weaken at all. The people of Jingguo became more and more desperate, while the people of Qingguo were secretly happy.

Suddenly, Feng Yuanjun's eyes shone and he said: "Fang Yun, have you started writing? Let me take a look. Before we leave the bottom of the sea, thousands of mountains are dark, and then all the countries in the sky are bright! Hiss..."

Feng Yuanjun took a breath, bright yellow cloud patterns appeared on the paper, and there was a transparent five-clawed little yellow dragon swimming slowly on the paper, and then the whole Yuhai City shook slightly, with a strange and magnificent power. Integrate into the poetry page.

Hundreds of miles of wind and rain have cleared up, thousands of miles of dark clouds have sharply reduced, and the sun's rays suddenly increased, slightly penetrating through the dark clouds.

Feng Yuanjun exclaimed: "Emperor's poem! Fang Yun wrote an emperor's poem!"

Fang Yun thought to himself that this was a poem written by Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, Song Taizu, and of course it was an imperial poem.

Before Fang Yun could finish the poem, the whole audience was shocked.

Everyone stopped their pens and gathered around. The first people to come took the initiative to form a circle, creating an open space to protect Fang Yun and avoid being disturbed by others.

Everyone was staring at the page on the pallet in front of Fang Yun, at the ever-changing cloud patterns, at the strange little yellow dragon, and at the two majestic poems.

Before leaving the bottom of the sea, thousands of mountains are dark, and then all the countries in the sky are bright!

The people of the Qing Kingdom were stunned and looked at each other, wondering how this could happen. That was an imperial poem. The poem became a dragon. How could Fang Yun write it! .