The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1735 Meeting Qingjun again

Outside the east city wall, the crowd was as dense as a school of fish, bustling and hustling, turning autumn into summer. Those weak people obviously didn't move much, but they were squeezed around and sweated all over.

If the official road had not been heavily guarded on both sides, the common people and scholars on both sides would have blocked the road long ago. Even so, people would be squeezed onto the road from time to time.

The soldiers frowned, and the chatter and noise of so many people was like boiling water, and their heads were about to explode.

Li Fanming and others stood on the east city wall early, looking at the white Yangtze River on the north side, and then at the earth-colored road between the blue sky and green fields, staring at the continuous convoy gradually approaching.

The convoy stopped ten miles away, and was greeted by Dong Wencong, the prefectural pastor, Nie Changju, the etiquette secretary, and others.

Logically speaking, only a few officials from ten miles away were needed to greet Qing Jun first, but Nie Changju brought a large number of Xiangzhou Qing officials to greet Qing Jun, and talked enthusiastically with the Qing officials, making him feel more like a family than with Dong Wencong.

Dong Wencong was expressionless from beginning to end and greeted him politely.

Scholars from various countries not far away frowned. Those Qing officials in Xiangzhou were all as if they were seeing their relatives. Some of them could even be described as servile, like a pug.

Li Fanming sighed: "I finally understand what kind of resistance Fang Yun encountered in Xiangzhou, and I finally understand why Xiangzhou is divided into Qing officials and Jing officials. With such officials, the lives of the people can be imagined."

Magistrate Yao said: "Whether a country is strong or not depends not only on the cohesion of the people, but also on the ambition of its officials. As officials of the country do not want to strengthen their own country, but only envy outsiders and praise other countries, it means that this country can only grow from top to bottom. Of course, a major innovation can quickly eradicate this phenomenon. Judging from the current situation in Jingguo, as the country's strength gradually increases, when the younger and more confident generation replaces the pedantic and ignorant old bureaucrats, and replaces the waste who are immersed in humiliation and unable to continue to move forward, we can achieve the goal of great reform. Effect. Bowing to the strong, but not surrendering, is the true human race."

"The question is whether Jingguo can survive until that day. Yaoman will not give Jingguo this opportunity, Qingguo will not give Jingguo this opportunity, Liushan will not give Jingguo this opportunity, and it is also impossible for him to allow anyone Obstructing his holy way, his sub-holy way.”

"It all depends on the sky, or... it depends on luck." Yao Zhifu sighed.

"Look, the team from Qingjiang Trading Company to welcome Mr. Qing has already left the city gate. I have to say that Mr. Qing's handwriting is very good, almost three-level. The four words 'Duanmu Legacy' are like everyone else."

"The private seal of the 'Emperor Jishan' was also managed by him with his own hands, and he has the style of a famous man. As for Qingjiang Trading Company, except for Ge Wanwan, the others are all clowns, mediocre and useless." Li Fanming criticized him unceremoniously. Fang Luck's enemy.

"Fang Xusheng has probably set off from Zhouya at this moment, and his private soldiers should have arrived in Baling from the capital long ago. The three parties have gathered together, and there is a lot of drama before the cultural meeting begins."

"Prefect Yao, when are we going to fight for the top spot in the world?" asked one of the candidates.

Magistrate Yao smiled and said nothing.

Li Fanming said angrily: "Do you really think that Magistrate Yao is here to compete for the best building in the world? This so-called building competition club is just for watching the excitement. Think about it for yourselves, what can we do to compete with Fang Yun? Take 10,000 steps back Tell me, even if the literary conference is carried out this time, can't Fang Yun and Zhang Longxiang's poems surpass the Yellow Crane Tower for three years and take the first place for a while?"

"Hehe, I really thought we were going to compete with Fang Xusheng for the top spot in the world. I was just about to find an opportunity to escape and escape, but I didn't expect that we wouldn't have to compete at all." The honest Juren said, scratching his head.

The nearby scholars laughed.

After a while, the people on the city wall turned towards the city.

"Fang Xusheng is here!"

"Fang Zhenguo's private honor guard is here!"

"You're so impressive. How dare you treat the demon lord like a soldier? If the demon lord farts, Qingjun will definitely get under the car and tremble."

"Qingjun's motorcade is nice to look at. It's soft but looks like a bunch of eggless eunuchs. Look at our Governor, that's domineering!"

Everyone looked curiously at the city, and saw four tall horse barbarians holding banners. The four horse barbarians had the heads, torsos and arms of human beings, and the bodies and limbs of horse demons. They were half human and half horse. , wearing black demon iron armor, with a long bow, giant axe, and dagger hanging on his back, as if he had just returned from the battlefield, majestic.

After the four-horse barbarian, there was Fang Yun's dragon-horse luxury carriage. Eighteen dragon-horses pulled the large carriage slowly past.

Behind the carriage were Jingguo's demon cavalry, followed by some barbarian and human private soldiers, and finally some officials from Baling City.

The whole team's style is more like marching on the battlefield, and the place they pass is enough to stop the crying of children.

The people on both sides lined the street and cheered, especially the young scholars who came here because of his reputation. They even shouted hoarse.

The scholars of Qingguo Zhenglou Society sighed when they saw this scene.

"At this moment, Fang Xusheng's status among the people and the history books is no less than that of the famous Confucian scholars of all ages. The three immortals have completed their meritorious service, and their speeches are almost complete. They only need to establish their virtues."

"A few days ago, I really had the idea of ​​competing with Fang Xusheng for a building, but when I arrived in Baling City today, I realized that I am so small. So many people have come from thousands of miles for him. So many people are calling him. I will wait for him. What are you comparing to him?"

"I don't envy him either his literary name or his achievements. What I really envy is the love that the people of Baling City have for him, which can only be described as fanaticism. I don't ask for a name for future generations, as long as I can leave a name for him. The people of this place are grateful and have no regrets in this life.”

There were people standing on the city walls, on both sides of the road, and even on the roofs. Amid the cheers of countless people, Fang Yun's guard of honor drove out of the city.

Fang Yun and Qing Jun's teams were heading in opposite directions. Fang Yun's team was obviously slower. Soon, Qing Jun's team arrived at Sanliting first, and Qing Jun and others got off the car to wait.

Many Qing officials and Xiangzhou Qing officials were extremely dissatisfied and kept criticizing Fang Yun for neglecting Qing Jun, but Qing Jun didn't care and waited with a smile.

Soon, Fang Yun's convoy caught up with the Qingjiang Commercial Bank's team to welcome Qing Jun and arrived at Sanliting almost at the same time.

"I, the common woman Hua Qingniang, ask Qing Jun to make the decision and uphold justice for Yingfang Pavilion!" Hua Qingniang suddenly rushed out of the team, yelling at the top of her voice, and then knelt down in front of the Qing Guo team.

Qing Jun's guards rushed to the front to protect Qing Jun, and their swords were unsheathed, making crisp sounds, and silver light flashed, piercing the people nearby and making it impossible for them to open their eyes.

Dong Wencong originally stood with Qingjun's team, but now he and some officials slowly retreated away from Qingjun's team.

Dong Wencong looked at Hua Qingniang and Qingjiang Commercial Bank's team coldly, and walked towards Fang Yun's team expressionlessly.

"Jinshi Ge Yiming, please Qingjun do justice for us Xiangzhou civilians!"

"Please Qingjun do justice!" Qingjiang Commercial Bank shouted with Ge Yiming.

The area within a few miles was full of people, but at this moment, there was silence.

The people of Jingguo asked Qingjun to do justice, and nothing could be more disgusting to the people of Jingguo than this.

The dragon horse luxury carriage stopped, and Fang Yun got off the carriage, his robe fluttering, and he stood firm and looked forward.

Fang Yun and Qingjun looked at each other.

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