The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The people from Qingguo looked at the excited people from Jingguo silently.

"Don't be discouraged, there is still a chance! If you show Master Shi's Chinese Valentine's Day poem, you will definitely be able to beat the crowd!"

"Yes, as soon as Fang Yun's words come out, immediately use Master Shijun's poems to suppress him!"

While everyone was celebrating, Feng Yuanjun and Fang Yun were chatting about Yinlong Pavilion in the corner of the tower.

After chatting for a while, Feng Yuanjun said in a low voice: "I can't say it when there are many people. Your song "Ode to the Sun" is in Ming Geng rhyme, but the last two sentences of the original text are far less powerful than the first two sentences. The last sentence of "Sun Po" Yuntao Shen "Zhou Jing", the allusion of Shenzhou Jing should be "Chixian Shenzhou" in "Historical Records", but the four words "Sun Po Yuntao" have a vague tendency of emperors fighting, so that makes the big sun golden dragon stronger , what exactly does it mean?”

Fang Yun secretly thought that Feng Yuanjun, who was about to become Hanlin, was indeed extraordinary, but that was a matter in another world. He could only change the topic and said: "We will talk about this later. I am just curious about what will happen to the golden dragon in the end?"

Feng Yuanjun smiled and said: "I'm afraid even saints don't know much about this kind of thing involving the dragon clan. There were imperial poems before, and the flying dragons flying out of the poem pages all went to the Dragon Palace without exception. As for the specifics of those dragons, Some speculated that he would be reincarnated into a real dragon, some said that he would become a treasure, and so on."

Afterwards, Feng Yuanjun changed the subject and said: "However, everyone who writes imperial poems will receive special treatment from the Dragon Clan. When you enter the sea in the future, as long as you are lucky enough to write "Ode to the Sun", no sea monster will dare to hurt you. . Although the Dragon Clan has a close relationship with the demon world, they don’t dare to harm you openly. Even if you are caught by the Dragon Clan in the future, as long as you don’t kill the true dragon blood, the Dragon Palace will still treat you like a guest.”

"That's it." Fang Yun said.

A person next to him said in a low voice: "A special envoy from the dragon tribe peeled off the skin of the holy dragon king to apologize to you. The demon tribe will definitely not dare to target you in the past month or two, otherwise those dragon tribes who want to save face will definitely rush into the demon world and kill you for several days."

"But..." Feng Yuanjun hesitated for a moment and said, "It's not like before. Even if you write an imperial poem, you won't be jealous of the royal families of the ten countries. Instead, you will be recruited by the royal family. However, no one who writes imperial poems can be canonized."

Fang Yun said with a smile: "How many saints have been produced in the world?"

"That's right, you shouldn't care about these. Maybe when you really become Wenzong, you can break through by sitting on the Wudao River for a few days." Feng Yuanjun said with a smile.

At this time, more than 20 soldiers carried two dragon horns into the tower.

Dragon antlers are somewhat similar to deer antlers, but are larger, harder, and thicker. They are light yellow in color and have a faint halo on them.

Qingjiang Jiao King was not very old, and his two dragon horns were only five feet high. They were placed on a wooden board and ten young veterans slowly lifted them in. It looked like they would not weigh less than three thousand kilograms.

A side general explained: "This dragon horn is not a shed ordinary dragon horn, but contains the essence of Jiao King's blood, so it is much heavier than an ordinary dragon horn. Congratulations to Fang Banxiang, if you become a Jinshi, you will have A sword-sharpening thing.”

All the scholars and Jinshi present looked at Fang Yun with envy.

There are many ways to temper the sword. Before it is made into a sword, you can use a sword poem to prepare it. After it is made into a sword, it needs to be sharpened with external objects. Among them, dragon horn is one of the best divine objects. Like this, the demon king dragon horn is cut off directly. It is the best among divine objects, and can be used to sharpen the sword of a great Confucian.

Magistrate Dong said: "Jianmei Gong's bloody ancient sword was sharpened with a piece of dragon horn from the grandson of the dragon. With one sword strike, it is comparable to the verbal sword of an ordinary scholar."

"These two dragon horns are not as good as Lord Jianmei's in terms of quality, but they are better than many in terms of quantity."

"Fang Yun won't become a Jinshi at least next year. It's better to plant a dragon horn into the ground and dilute it with dragon blood to water it. The food grown will have the effect of strengthening the body and increasing longevity. It is said that the genius disciples of the All Saints family eat this kind of dragon. Grew up on blood food.”

"Who said Fang Yun will win the Jinshi exam next year? Maybe he will win this year."

"It would not be surprising if he wins Jinshi this year, but it would be difficult to win the first place. After all, there are several elites from wealthy families competing for the top spot this year, so Fang Yun should stay away from them."

"This makes sense..."

While everyone was chatting, they watched the soldier lift the dragon horn to Fang Yun and put it down.

Fang Yun stretched out his hand to touch the dragon's horn. It was very smooth, but it felt a little tingling, as if there was an invisible force repelling him. Fang Yun was determined in his heart that this was the real dragon horn and it was a part of King Jiao's body. The power was still there. If King Jiao did not die, he would naturally reject him as his great enemy.

Fang Yun recalled the extremely hateful look in King Jiao's eyes when he was captured by the Dragon Seal, and smiled lightly.

The little fox curiously walked to the dragon's horn, sniffed it gently with his nose, suddenly smiled, opened his mouth to reveal a row of small white teeth, and bit the dragon's horn hard.

"Crack..."

There were very shallow marks on the dragon's horns, but the little fox's teeth made a strange sound, and at the same time, a small white tooth with blood burst out of its mouth.

Nunu looked at Longjiao blankly, then looked at Fang Yun, her eyes were extremely helpless, and she made a soft sound in her mouth, as if to say: Hard!

The little fox looked down at Little White Teeth on the ground, then looked up at Fang Yun again, his bright eyes filled with tears and grievances, as if to say: It hurts!

Fang Yun hurriedly picked up the little fox and wanted to take a closer look at its teeth. Unexpectedly, Nunu closed her mouth tightly, tears burst into her eyes, covered her mouth with her two front paws, and buried her head in Fang Yun's chest while screaming. Crying, as if to say: The tooth is gone! The appearance is broken!

Fang Yun immediately reached out and slapped the dragon's horns like he was coaxing a child. While hitting him, he said, "Look, Nunu, I've avenged you! I hit him hard!"

After a while Nunu raised his head, rubbed his eyes with his pink paws, looked at the dragon horns angrily, then waved his paws as if hitting the dragon horns, waved several times to relieve his hatred, and then jumped down to catch himself Teeth, turned to look at Longjiao, eyes flashing with hatred.

Nunu suddenly stretched out his claws to grab the dragon's horn like lightning, and then quickly ran into Fang Yun's arms. He looked at the dragon's horn triumphantly and said happily, as if he had avenged a great revenge.

Fang Yun couldn't laugh or cry at this silly and cute slave, and the people around him laughed.

"Please help me deliver the dragon horn to my home." Fang Yun said.

"yes!"

The soldiers carried Longjiao away, and many people watched Longjiao go out with envy.

Feng Yuanjun said with a smile: "This dragon horn has just been broken. It contains the power of Jiao King's energy and blood, so it is naturally heavy and hard. After seven days, when the energy and blood energy is integrated into the dragon horn, it will become lighter and softer. The dragon horn has many uses. , in addition to tempering the sword and growing dragon blood grain, it can be ground into powder and used as medicine to kill people, which is better than Laoshan Ginseng. "

Magistrate Dong said: "Fang Yun, you have the Dragon Blood Ink Ingot from Grand Scholar Li. It doesn't make much sense to ask for the Dragon Blood Ink Ingot. You might as well let them condense your Dragon Blood into a few pieces of Jiao Blood Jade, which will be of great use." . When we become Jinshi, we will receive the Demon King’s Blood Jade from the imperial court, and when we become a Grand Scholar, we will receive the Dragon’s Blood Jade.”

As Magistrate Dong spoke, he showed off the Demon King's Blood Jade Pendant on his waist. It was a piece of red jade about an inch in diameter, with strange light flowing on it.

Feng Yuanjun said: "What we Jinshi get are ordinary Demon King Blood Jade. Only if you get the title of 'Cabinet Councilor' can you get Jiao King Blood Jade. It's better for you. Not only is it half-phase, but you can be called Fang Councilor in a few days." ”

Everyone laughed kindly. The four ministers of the cabinet were the leaders, while a small number of high-ranking officials could participate in cabinet discussions, collectively called counselors. Those below were "cabinet walkers" who could only listen but not participate in discussions.

The literati of Jingguo were laughing and laughing, but the literati of Qingguo were lifeless.

The literati of the Qing Dynasty sadly discovered that suppressing the literati of the Jing Kingdom was like a sport in the past, but why is it so difficult to suppress a Fang Yun!

The mourning team of the Liu family has not come yet. The biggest crisis, the rain disaster in Jiangzhou, has been wiped out. Even the Dragon Palace is indirectly helping Fang Yun. If anyone blames Fang Yun for the rain disaster again, it will definitely be equivalent to helping Fang Yun improve. The title of the novel is: A scholar wrote an imperial poem and forced the holy dragon king to cut off his horns and skin him. What else do you want Fang Yun to do?

A Qingguo man whispered in a low voice: "It's just an imperial poem, not a war poem. There is nothing to brag about, and the demon clan may not care. If you have the ability to be a saint, try to raise people, the demon clan will definitely send all its forces to kill him!"

"Let's wait until their lyrics are good. As long as Fang Yun can't write good lyrics, we must make him look good!"

But more than half of the people in Qingguo remained silent. They were completely afraid and had completely given up suppressing Jingguo. They just wanted to return to Qingguo safely and never set foot in Jingguo until they died!

Fang Yun is really terrible!

Only Shi Jun's disciple clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, waiting for the last chance.

As the sun sets, there are gradually more and more people under the tower.

A large area was circled under the tower, with many tables and chairs for hundreds of people to sit down. There are many temporary stalls on the street not far away, among which food and drink stalls are the most common. Many lanterns were hung on the streets, making the area around the south sub-city tower extremely bright.

The news that Fang Yun wrote imperial poems and summoned the golden dragon of the sun to disperse floods has spread throughout the city. More and more people are coming here, making it more lively than the Dragon Boat Festival.

Many men and women appeared on the streets or in open spaces, looking up at the towers, quietly waiting for the masterpieces of today's Chinese Valentine's Day Ci Festival.

The families of Yang Yuhuan and Mrs. Lai, Mrs. Pang, and the surrounding neighbors came here.

"This year's Chinese Valentine's Day is extra grand. Last year, it wasn't as grand as it is today."

General Lai Pian said: "Of course, today Fang Yun's poem became a dragon. The government specially publicized it and put up lanterns and colors to congratulate Fang Yun and celebrate the subsidence of the floods."

A girl boldly said: "I heard that if a famous poem is published at the Chinese Valentine's Day literary festival to make the Altair and Vega brighten, then everyone present will be able to find someone they like! Fang Maocai is so powerful, he will definitely be able to do it."

"Silly girl. We all believe that Fang Maocai wrote Mingzhou's Qixi Festival poems, but if you want to attract the stars of the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl, you need a poem to subdue the country. There are Qixi Festival poems every year, but the only one that can subdue the country is that untitled poem.' Faraway Morning Glory "Star, bright river, Han girl", the last line "Yingying in the water, the pulse is speechless" is the finishing touch. It took hundreds of years to sing to conquer the country, but the day the poem was written, it failed to attract the stars of the Morning Cow and the Weaver Girl. "Lai Pianjiang. smiled.

"That... is not impossible." Fang Daniu on the side was a little unconvinced.

Pang Juren smiled and said: "Danniu, it's wrong to blindly praise Fang Yun! We hope that Fang Yunci will succeed in ruling the country more than you do, so we can't talk nonsense."

Fang Daniu was even more unconvinced and said: "It's not like our young master has never written poems and essays about subjugating the country!"