The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

There are too many people here, and not many people care about the more than ten people who have been elected and one scholar. However, there are very few people from Jingguo. There is only one Fang Yun from Jiangzhou, and no one recognizes Fang Yun.

There were many people who knew Li Fanming, but most of the people who greeted Li Fanming were joking and informal, looking like they had drank wine together.

Fang Yun and others found an empty long table and sat down one after another. On the long table, besides some snacks, there was a sound-transmitting conch.

As soon as everyone sat down, they started chatting.

"Actually, a cultural gathering is better when there are fewer people. When there are more people, it loses interest. They are all the same. You see, this cultural gathering is nothing more than the same as before. A few bachelors said something that is neither serious nor trivial, and then there are Anyone who wants to compete in poetry can hand in the 'new' poetry that he has prepared for a long time, and it will end with the geniuses and the children of the aristocratic family showing off and praising them. Of course, if a good poem comes out, it will be a good thing." A wealthy disciple laughed and complained.

"We are just foils. We are used to it. But the Kong family sends invitations to this kind of literary gathering. If you can receive it, you will be honored, so you have to come. In fact, I don't like this kind of big literary gathering. The key is that competing for literary reputation cannot compete with those Geniuses, let alone those who are promoted to Jinshi, how can we compare to those Jinshi?" Li Fanming said with a smile.

Everyone chatted for a quarter of an hour, and people came in one after another. From time to time, people would come to greet and greet people. Li Fanming and others would also meet acquaintances and had to leave. They would come back soon and leave again after a while.

Some people are happy to come back after leaving, and some people seem to have encountered something, their faces are a little bad, and they occasionally take a sneak look at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun didn't know anyone, so he was at ease.

Not long after, Fang Yun heard someone shouting that Ci Jun was here.

As the third of the four great talents today came, everyone stood up one after another. When Ci Jun sat down with several great scholars, everyone took their seats.

Fang Yun looked at Cijun. He had an ordinary appearance, but every move he made had a special charm, which was very eye-catching.

Fang Yun nodded, Ci Jun is very suitable to be the most important figure in this literary conference. It would be too grand if a great scholar came, and it would not be the Ten Kingdoms Holy Ruins Cultural Conference tomorrow.

Not long after, Li Fanming hurried over and whispered: "You guys from the Gongyang family of Jingguo are here."

Fang Yun frowned. The Gongyang family was also a prosperous family back then, but since the Eastern Han Dynasty, it has been difficult to find talents and has declined. Everyone knows that the Gongyang family has a close relationship with Zuo Xiang. Some people even suspect that the Gongyang family is colluding with the Qing Dynasty. However, it is more fair to say that the Gongyang family is now wavering. Although the Semi-Saint family does not treason, the Semi-Saint who immigrated to the country The family has always existed, but it would be a disgrace to be accused of treason.

"Is there any problem?" Fang Yun asked. If only people from the Gongyang family came, Li Fanming would never say this.

"I met Liu Zizhi once in the capital of Jingguo. He came with the Gongyang family. I have been paying attention to the affairs between you and the Liu family of Zuo Xiang."

"Oh? Where are they sitting?" Fang Yun immediately realized that since Liu Zizhi had also arrived in Kongcheng, he must have come for the Holy Ruins.

Li Fanming pointed in a direction, and Fang Yun looked and soon saw a face very similar to Liu Zicheng's, but that face was more determined and a little haggard.

Liu Zizhi also looked over, and the two met for the first time.

Liu Zizhi suddenly smiled slightly, raised his glass as a toast, then drank it down in one gulp, and whispered to a Jinshi next to him. Then the man looked over, smiled and nodded to Fang Yun, and then left the long table. , head to those single tables at the front.

"He and the Prime Minister should have my portrait there." Fang Yun thought and turned around.

"The man next to Liu Zizhi is Gong Yangxun, the eldest son of the head of the Gongyang family. You don't have to worry. Unlike people like Jijun, the Gongyang family won't embarrass you too much even if they are really on good terms with Zuo. The Gongyang family still needs face.”

"I know that the head of the Gongyang family has invited me, but I don't know what the attitude of the future head of the Gongyang family is. I don't care about them. I am here to see the Confucius Academy. I don't care about anything else."

Li Fanming said with a bad smile: "Look at those Jinshi and Hanlin scholars who have single tables, do you want to compete with them? The head of the literary society in Kongcheng has a lot of luck."

"What can you get by getting first place in the literary competition?"

"Recommend three people to study in the Confucius Academy for three years without taking the exam. If you can make Mr. Shu shake his head and fall off the leaves, you will get a Jinshi cultural treasure and a demon and handsome fake dragon ball. I heard that you swallowed a demon general's fake dragon ball and then offended Jiao King? If you eat another fake dragon ball, the power of the dragon in your body will be stronger. If you go to the Dragon Climbing Platform in the future, Great advantage. Since you become a dragon in poetry, Master Dongsheng will definitely choose you to enter the Dragon Climbing Platform. Forget about the real dragon bones. If you can get a particularly good dragon bone and combine it with swords and poems, your words and swords will be the best. Far superior to me. Those top aristocratic families have such a powerful way of speaking and fighting. "

"Is it also the vicious king's verbal attacks?" Fang Yun asked.

"Of course, the Meng family asked a lot for the entire dragon bone back then. After all, they were a semi-saint family, and they still got it later. It can be said that one of the criteria for a top genius is whether the sword is as sharp as a dragon with words and words. People like Li Wenying who have the ability to Killing monsters and honing your skills with an ancient sword is just one of a kind, it’s too difficult.”

"The children of the aristocratic family are indeed not comparable to us." Fang Yun said.

"Correction, he is a direct descendant." Li Fanming said.

At this time, an old voice spread throughout the audience, like real thunder, suppressing everyone's voices.

"I wanted to say it on the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival as I do every year, but today is August 14th, so I won't say it anymore."

Everyone turned their heads to look at the scholar of the Kong family and laughed kindly.

"Tomorrow, the good men of the ten countries will rush to the Holy Ruins to fight against the monsters. Today, I hope you will put aside everything and show your talents. The fake dragon ball and the Jinshi Wenbao are not important. What is important is that the young talents of our human race compete in poetry and prose, and work together... Jinshi bullies Juren."

Everyone laughed again. After hearing a lot of great truths, this relaxed atmosphere is better.

Fang Yun couldn't help but nod secretly. It is worthy of Kong City. Such a big literary meeting can be handled with ease. The Mid-Autumn Festival literary meetings in those small places must be tense for the prize at this moment, but here is a pure literary atmosphere. Although the rewards are heavy, not many people deliberately pursue them.

However, Fang Yun also thought of the other side.

"When the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when they have enough food and clothing, they know honor and disgrace. People here are either rich or noble, so they are naturally peaceful. If the prize were replaced by real dragon bones, they might not be so calm."

Since "being surrounded by Wei to save Zhao", Fang Yun likes to consider problems from different angles.

The Confucius family scholar only said a few words, and then another Hanlin announced the details of the literary competition for this Mid-Autumn Festival.

Fang Yun listened carefully. It turned out that the main theme of this literary competition was Mid-Autumn Festival and the bright moon. Poems, lyrics, and songs were all acceptable. If anyone wanted to participate in the literary competition, they had to go to the box in the field and take a piece of paper. There were more detailed requirements on the paper, including reunion, frontier, homesickness, missing friends, missing relatives, Chang'e, flowers, jade rabbits, etc., and they had to write it within a quarter of an hour.

Obviously, this was to prevent someone from preparing in advance and the test was to write poems on the spot.

Many people shook their heads and gave up this literary gathering. It was not difficult to write an ancient poem in a quarter of an hour. It was okay to write it plainly, but if it was not written well, it would be embarrassing. If there were enemies who ridiculed it, it would be better not to write it.

After the Hanlin finished speaking, no one went up for a quarter of an hour. After all, they were all scholars, and they needed to be humble at this time.

Not long after, someone shouted: "If you don't come, I will show my ugliness first!"

Then a boy of eleven or twelve years old from the Kong family ran over with a smile, took out a note from the box, took a look, stuffed the note into the box, cried and shouted: "I can't do it!" After that, he ran out with a red face.

The university scholar smiled and said: "Xiao Yu, what is written on the paper?"

The boy shouted while running: "Missing my husband."

The whole audience laughed. It was really difficult for a boy of eleven or twelve years old to write a poem about a woman missing her husband.

Li Fanming almost laughed himself to death, pointing at Kong Xiaoyu and shouting, "Let you, little brat, mess things up!"

Kong Xiaoyu turned his head and made a face at Li Fanming, then ran out of Sishui Courtyard.

With Kong Xiaoyu's disturbance, everyone relaxed, and a scholar walked to the cardboard box and bowed to the people around him.

"Zeng Peng, a scholar from Shu, is throwing out a brick to attract jade, and showing his ugliness."

Everyone nodded. Zeng Peng was already a little famous, and he was the second one to come out, so his courage alone was worthy of praise.

Zeng Peng drew the word "reunion", so he wrote a seven-character poem about reunion with the moon, which was quite good and attracted everyone's praise. Ci Jun also commented on two sentences, which made everyone envious.

Although Ci Jun was called Ci, he was not bad in poetry and prose, but he was the best at Ci. Even Shi Jun said that Ci Jun's poems were only comparable to his.

After that, the candidates or scholars came forward to write poems one after another. Some were fast and some were slow. The slower ones took a small theme and thought about it. They could write poems within a quarter of an hour.

Although the Confucius Mansion Academy was slightly inferior to the Saint Academy, the fact that the poet was invited showed that the Kong family also valued it. Therefore, some non-noble family children tried their best, not for the Jinshi Wenbao and the fake dragon ball, but just to get the comment of the poet.

Time passed slowly, and many people wrote good poems.

Fang Yun secretly sighed that this place was worthy of being the first city of the Ten Kingdoms. There were seven or eight poems and lyrics that were published in the county. The best one even surpassed the county Chengda Mansion and was praised by the poet. Everyone also praised it. He was a Jinshi from a semi-saint family and was originally very famous.

Not long after, Fang Yun saw Gong Yangxun walking over with a smile and bowing to everyone, attracting the attention of many people. Even the university scholar who was talking stopped, and many people who knew Gong Yangxun even cheered him up.

After all, he is the eldest son of the Gongyang family. Even if they have fallen, they are still from a semi-saint family, and their status is no worse than that of a university scholar.

Gongyang Xun did not immediately draw the slip, but smiled and said, "My poems are actually very ordinary. After all, our Gongyang family is known for its classics and history. As for me, I have prepared two poems. If the ones I prepared are not drawn, I will ask the great talents of our Jing country to help me. Of course, forget about the prizes. Fang Yun, you will not see our Jing people lose face, will you?"

Gongyang Xun smiled and looked at Fang Yun.

When Fang Yun's name was heard, there was a light shout in the venue, and the voices of hundreds of people were excited and surprised.

Except for Wu and Qing, which were hostile to Jing, Fang Yun's literary reputation was positive in other countries.

Liu Zizhi sat not far away and looked at Fang Yun with a smile.

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The third update was in the late morning...