The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1765 Yi Zhishi's Judgment

Yi Zhishi did not answer, but stretched out his white fingers to pick up the teapot, slowly poured himself a cup of tea, and then held the teacup with two fingers and brought it to his lips.

The woman in the distance was fascinated by Yi Zhishi's elegant action, but Fang Yun said in his heart, I have used that teapot.

Qingjun on the side smiled and said: "Mr. Zhishi, you are well-educated and talented, and you must have a unique vision. We all want to get your advice before the literary competition. After all... Gujun and I have a private bet. I think Zhang Mingzhou can win, and Gujun thinks Fang Xusheng can win. I have to listen to your opinion so that I can see if I can terminate the bet before the literary competition. After all, I can't be like a certain family in Jingguo, who loses and refuses to admit it!"

The people of Chensheng's family were ashamed and angry, but the head of the family, Chen Mingding, lowered his eyes, as if he didn't hear what Qingjun said.

The literary meeting was quiet. There were millions of people, and there was only the sound of the river hitting the shore.

After a few breaths, Yi Zhishi put down the teacup, raised his head, and looked at Fang Yun on the city wall under the bright moon.

"Fang Xusheng should be the leader of the four great talents."

Yi Zhishi's voice was as gentle as jade, very pleasant to the ear. Although it was a spring thunder, it was like a spring breeze blowing past everyone's ears.

Everyone in Qingguo changed their expressions, and even Zong Ganyu's eyes flashed a glimmer.

However, Yi Zhishi said a second sentence.

"Zhang Mingzhou has a greater chance of winning this literary competition." Yi Zhishi finished speaking and continued to sip his tea.

Everyone was stunned. Some people thought to themselves that if the person who spoke was not Yi Zhishi, they really wanted to say that this was fart, what kind of thing, and they didn't know what he was talking about.

However, many scholars were savoring it carefully.

Not long after, people whispered in low voices everywhere.

Yan Yukong nodded slightly and said, "As expected of a great writer, these two sentences are not meant to offend anyone, but they offend both of them. It's embarrassing, but in fact, it's not embarrassing from the heart."

"The key is that these words can be understood differently from different angles. For example, in the first sentence, I think he is saying that the selection of the four great talents is wrong, and Fang Yun should be the first of the four great talents. However, the people of Qing may think that Yi Zhishi means that Fang Yun is a false saint with a high status, so he can be one of the four great talents. As for the second sentence, we think Yi Zhishi means that the Lei family, the clan, Qing country, etc. have used so many means to attack Fang Yun that even an iron man will be affected. In addition, Zhang Longxiang decided the topic of the essay, so Zhang Longxiang must win. But in the eyes of the people of Qing, Yi Zhishi means that Zhang Mingzhou has surpassed Fang Yun in poetry." Li Fanming said.

Yan Yukong shook his head slightly and said, "No, I don't think Mr. Zhishi has two meanings. I think Mr. Zhishi didn't hide anything, and didn't even praise or criticize too much. He just described two facts that you and I thought."

"Everyone has their own opinions. But no matter what, this sentence will have a bad impact on Fang Yun."

Yan Yukong was stunned and nodded silently.

The focus of this literary meeting is the literary competition. No matter what the first sentence means, Yi Zhishi's second sentence can explain everything.

Many people in Qing cheered loudly.

"Zhang Longxiang wins!"

"Zhang Mingzhou's literary skills are better than Xiangzhou!"

"Taifu Zhang is more skilled!"

The people of Qing were extremely excited. The literary giant Yi Zhishi's move was like a final blow, which was more effective in hitting Fang Yun than the previous Lei family's mourning.

The people of Jing knew that Yi Zhishi's words made sense, but now Zhang Longxiang is already the Taifu of Qing. No matter what, they don't want Zhang Longxiang to win.

Zong Ganyu laughed heartily and said, "A word from a literary giant is worth a thousand gold! He is indeed the first person under the semi-saint. This literary gathering can be the final conclusion."

Many people looked at Zong Ganyu with disgust. Zong Ganyu had been praising Yi Zhishi as the first person and the person with the highest status. It was obvious that he was constantly disgusting Fang Yun. After all, Fang Yun and Yi Zhishi should be equally matched.

Qing Jun was even happier and said, "This literary gathering, Zhang Taifu will definitely win! No matter how vicious the language someone uses to slander the people of Qing, the loser is the loser, and Qing is the final winner!"

Zong Wuyuan felt proud and said loudly, "After the literary competition is over, I will worship Zhang Mingzhou as my teacher and learn poetry from him! Dear Qing scholars, this is a great opportunity, don't miss it."

Those Qing scholars immediately became interested. Being a disciple of the leader of the four great talents is a good thing to improve their literary reputation.

Gu Nanhuai, the Minister of Personnel of Qing State, laughed and said, "Now, I don't know who wants to bark at the snow, and I don't know who is at a loss for words!"

"Gu Shangshu said well!"

"After the literary competition is over, let's laugh at Fang Xusheng!"

"How about this, if Fang Xusheng doesn't speak, we will shout 'Jinglu is at a loss for words', and if Fang Xusheng speaks, we will shout 'Jingquan barking at the snow'! How about it?"

"Good idea! Everyone, pay attention, and shout in unison. Those who can speak eloquently should speak eloquently, so that the scholars of the world can see the power of my Qing State!"

"Qing State, win!"

"Qing State, win!"

The place where the scholars of Qing State are located is boiling.

Yi Zhishi has been drinking tea.

Fang Yun smiled, not looking down, but looking into the distance.

Although it was late at night, the full moon and Wenqu Star were particularly bright, and the silver light sprinkled on the water waves made the surging Yangtze River like a silver dragon moving forward, dividing the earth and crossing the world.

Fang Yun took a deep breath, as if the whole world was under his nose.

Then, Fang Yun looked at Lei Zhongmo's portrait and smiled slightly.

It's time to end it.

At this time, Zong Ganyu said with a smile: "Zhang Mingzhou, please show up. Even the literary giant Yi Zhishi is optimistic about you. This literary competition is settled!"

Lei Tingzhen said with a tongue like spring thunder: "Zhang Mingzhou, I have always admired your literary reputation. If you can win the literary competition today and surpass Fang Yun, you can help me wash away the shame of the Lei family and make this criminal who slaughtered the human race lose his literary reputation! After today, I am willing to go to the Dragon Palace to propose marriage and let you marry the princess of the dragon clan!"

Everyone was in an uproar. The dragon princess should be a human with dragon blood. Even if she is not a real dragon, since she has been named a princess by the Dragon Palace, she will definitely receive countless rewards.

Moreover, the dragon clan has a custom that once a princess marries out, she will be given a sea area. Everything obtained in the sea belongs to the princess until she dies.

Marrying a princess is equivalent to obtaining decades of exclusive rights to the sea area.

Qing Jun said: "The position of Grand Tutor is a nominal one. If Zhang Mingzhou doesn't mind, you can choose from the four prime ministers of Qing! If you like the military, I will also keep the position of Grand Marshal of Qing for you!"

Everyone was amazed and extremely envious. Qing was a big country. Unlike Jing, the left prime minister, right prime minister, assistant prime minister and literary prime minister of Qing were all great Confucian scholars. The Grand Marshal should also be a great Confucian scholar. Now they are willing to give up the position for Zhang Longxiang, which shows how much Qing is eager for Fang Yun.

"Brother Longxiang, please show up!" Zong Ganyu smiled.

Millions of people began to look around, looking for Zhang Longxiang as if they were looking for Yi Zhishi.

"No need to look."

A generous and peaceful voice came from Yueyang Tower.

Everyone looked at the person who spoke, Fang Yun.

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