The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

When the moonlight faded, the Jinshi Master of Ceremonies picked up the Mid-Autumn Festival poem of one of the scholars and recited it aloud. Every word he said was like thunder in spring, and people in half of Kongcheng could hear the poem.

When the poem was finished, there was a wave of applause.

The scholar smiled slightly and bowed to thank everyone.

Then, the people behind him went up to write poems one by one. All the poems that reached the level of leaving the county or higher were read aloud by the Master of Ceremonies.

There were a total of 100 people who were qualified to enter the Shengxu today, 20 scholars and 80 juren. According to the original situation, 20 scholars should go on stage to write poems in four times, and then 80 juren should write poems from the back to the front according to the ranking.

But Fang Yun passed the Shengxu Road in one go and won the fourth place. It was impossible for him to write poems with the scholars, so he was defaulted as a juren and became the last five people to write poems.

Nineteen scholars wrote poems one after another, and finally four of them were published in the county. The people watching the literary gathering praised them. Only in such a large literary gathering where the elites of ten countries gathered could so many scholars write poems and be published in the county.

After all the scholars finished, the six candidates who ranked the last came on stage together and wrote poems on the theme of the Mid-Autumn Moon like the scholars. These candidates were the weakest, and many people did not expect them at first. In terms of talent alone, these people might not be as good as those scholars.

But among these six candidates, there was a surprise. One of them wrote a poem and got more moonlight than others.

It was a big deal to write a poem and get more moonlight even in Kongcheng. The emcee invited a Hanlin to appreciate the poem.

After that, the emcee asked the candidate some more questions. The two of them talked with thunderous tongues. Everyone could hear clearly that this person was neither a son of a rich family nor a semi-saint family, but just a son of a famous family who was down and out.

Everyone sighed. If such a talented person was born in a rich family or a semi-saint family, he might be among the top 30 candidates.

Afterwards, the candidates came on stage one after another, and these candidates also showed the highest level of the candidates from the ten countries. More than half of the candidates could write poems and lyrics in the county, and one in ten could reach the prefecture, but the higher Mingzhou poems and lyrics had not appeared yet.

Mingzhou is a very high dividing line. The poems and lyrics of Mingzhou will be recited by thousands of people. Many high-ranking scholars have been struggling to pursue Mingzhou poems and lyrics all their lives.

Most of the people present were scholars, so every time the emcee read poems and lyrics, there must be countless people who recited, wrote down, or discussed and judged.

The moon rose higher and higher, and as poems and lyrics emerged in an endless stream, and good articles appeared repeatedly, the atmosphere on the scene became more and more heated.

The guests under the high stage were calmer than those outside. Only when the poems and lyrics of the candidates from their own country or family were recited, did someone cheer.

Those great scholars or university scholars rarely spoke, and even if they spoke, they simply said something like "not bad", "okay", "worth a look", etc.

Unconsciously, the 26th to 30th ranked candidates appeared on the high platform, and these five people's literary talent was even more outstanding. The two prefectures and two counties were out, and a wave of cheers immediately rose on the scene.

The moonlight descended, and this time the bright moonlight was much stronger than before. After the moonlight disappeared, all the candidates' eyes actually emitted a faint light, which disappeared after a long time.

One by one, the candidates came on stage, one poem after another appeared, and the moonlight was injected again and again, and the frequency of cheers from the people in Kongcheng around them became higher and higher.

Many people in the audience just talked with relatives and friends at first, and occasionally paid attention to the people on the stage, but the more they went on, the more they paid attention to the stage. When the six to tenth candidates, a total of five candidates, walked onto the stage, everyone stopped talking and looked at the stage together.

These are the top ten candidates in Shengyuan Continent. Among the candidates, they may not be the most talented, or the most powerful, but they can definitely be among the strongest. And every time the top ten people in Shengxu Road can leave Shengxu alive, they will definitely become the leaders of a country in the future, and even be able to dominate ten countries.

Even if they are not in the top five, it is enough to attract everyone's attention.

Even if there are many university scholars and even great scholars present, they admit that some of these people must have achieved more than them.

The five scholars stood behind the table and wrote down the results of their hard thinking these days.

The five talents slowly grew on the paper. In the end, one person was in Mingzhou and four people were in the government!

The talents of these five people far exceeded the previous scholars, and the scholar from the Kong family wrote a poem about Mingzhou, which finally became the first Mingzhou poem in the literary meeting, triggering cheers from all the people in Kongcheng.

The top ten people can get double the moonlight. After the scholar from the Kong family got the moonlight, his whole body was covered with a layer of light moonlight. It took a long time to be absorbed, which made many people envious.

With double the moonlight of Mingzhou, it will be extremely smooth in the Holy Ruins.

Until this time, many people understood why Mr. Kong did not fight for a higher position. Since the top ten had to have double the moonlight, and since he had the talent of Mingzhou Poetry, he would definitely surpass the two Mohists and Bingjia. There was no need to fight, it was better to follow the doctrine of the mean.

Zong Wude, who ranked fifth, looked at the smile on Mr. Kong's face and suddenly realized that he wanted to slap himself, and then looked at Fang Yun.

Because he found a big problem, if he entered the top five, he would have to write poems on the same stage with Fang Yun!

Zong Wude gave Mr. Kong a thumbs up helplessly.

The treatment of Mingzhou Poetry was quite grand. The emcee invited the university scholar to appreciate it. Every word was incisive, which made everyone have endless aftertaste.

The five candidates stood on the stage for a quarter of an hour before going down.

Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, Sun Naiyong, Fang Yun and Zong Wude walked to the high platform. Before the five people walked up to the high platform, the whole scene was boiling. Countless people shouted the names of the five people, and the one with the highest voice was Fang Yun.

In Kongcheng, where everyone is a scholar, Fang Yun is as respected as Jingguo.

Fang Yun stood on the high platform, looking at the dense crowd. Wherever his eyes fell, people cheered loudly. The atmosphere in Kongcheng was more open than in other countries. Countless women screamed excitedly, which made many men envious.

The emcee originally planned to let the five people write poems as before, just saying a few words, but the atmosphere on the scene was too warm. Before the five people started writing, the cheers of the crowd exceeded the scene of the poem coming out of Mingzhou.

Many guests in the audience did not expect it to be so exaggerated. The Holy Ruins was held once every ten years, and it had never been so warm. They shook their heads and smiled, helpless.

The emcee continued to speak loudly with a spring thunder: "The first five people who came on stage at this time are the top five people in the Holy Ruins Road. They represent the essence of the Juren and Xiucai of the ten countries and the hope of the human race. Once they enter the Holy Ruins, they will be able to kill the monsters and barbarians and make great contributions to our human race!"

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the emcee began to introduce the five people.

"This is Yan Yukong, the first person in Shengxu Road. He is a semi-saint disciple and a descendant of Yan Zi. He is the first in the case, a talented person and a champion. He is already a three-talented person. He is the most likely person to be the champion and champion of the Qing Kingdom in the future. If he gets the first place in the country, he will have six firsts. He is very likely to become the first six-talented person in the ten countries! This person..."

Next, the host introduced the last two people.

"Mo Shan, a direct descendant of the Mo family, is not only outstanding in poetry and classics, but also in Mo family mechanical techniques. Mo family mechanical techniques have five realms and sixteen levels. He has reached the middle level of the second realm, comparable to many Mo family Hanlin..."

"Sun Naiyong, a branch of the Sun Wu family, was not outstanding before the age of twelve, but after passing the examination and entering the army to hone his skills, he immediately rose to prominence and made continuous military achievements. Two years ago, as a juren, he defeated three thousand barbarians with only five hundred people relying on a military book..."

The host walked in front of Fang Yun. Before he could speak, the audience cheered and all the guests looked at Fang Yun.

The smile of the people of Jing, the coldness of the people of Qing, and the indifference of the people of Wu... immediately formed the most bizarre atmosphere of this literary gathering.

Fang Yun was originally smiling, but suddenly, as if he was stung by a poisonous scorpion, his expression changed and he looked down at the stage.

At the table of the Mengsheng family, on the Wuhou car, the fierce king finally withdrew his gaze from the distant sky. For the first time, he looked at the high platform, the first time he really watched the literary gathering, and the first time he looked at the people present.

The fierce king looked at Fang Yun. His eyes were obviously very calm, but they were like eagles looking at wolves. Wherever his eyes reached, they were all prey. Everyone subconsciously avoided his gaze, and his fierceness was overwhelming!

The wolf demon marquis who had been lying on the ground also stood up immediately, slightly showing his sharp teeth, staring at Fang Yun.

The atmosphere near the high platform was like frost and snow, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold, but the people of Kongcheng in the distance could not notice the changes here and were still in high spirits.

The emcee's body trembled and opened his mouth, but the dignified Jinshi could not say a word at this moment. After waiting for more than ten breaths, he secretly glanced at the evil king, then gritted his teeth, straightened his spine and introduced Fang Yun.

"He is Fang Yun! He is the top student in Jingguo! He is the only top student in the Ten Kingdoms! He is the only one who has been selected by the Holy One! He is also the 'No. 1 Scholar in the Ten Kingdoms' personally conferred by the Half-Saint! Since April, he has been presenting poems and essays to the Holy One every month, and he is the No. 1 in all four essays! He is..."

The emcee did not use any overly embellished words, but just recited Fang Yun's achievements and reputation one by one, just like reading from a script. This real achievement is more real than any words, so that everyone fell silent while speaking.

Even those who knew Fang Yun very well were shocked to hear the emcee talk about so many achievements.

When the emcee finished speaking, no one in the audience spoke, and it was still quiet.

The literary reputation overwhelmed Kongcheng.

When one person is here, ten thousand people dare not speak!

After a long time, someone spoke, and the emcee passed Fang Yun and walked towards Zong Wude, ready to introduce the fifth person.

Just as the MC stopped, a passionate and deep voice like a war drum suddenly appeared from the stage, forming a tongue-bursting spring thunder that resounded through the sky of Confucius.

"Fang Yun, I admit that I underestimated you."

Everyone within ten miles felt an invisible force descending.

The whole audience was silent.

The whole city was overwhelmed by the evil.

But unlike everyone who admired Fang Yun before, many people in the guest seats looked at the evil king coldly, and some people from the holy families or great scholars did not hide their disgust for him at all.

Fang Yun still smiled and said, "You are too polite, the evil king."

The evil king said slowly: "Look at this Wuhou car, there are the holy texts of Mengzu, Yinjiangbei, and the treasures of the great scholars in the car, as well as the position of the head of my Mengsheng family. As long as you agree to one of my conditions, I can give it to you, even your blood-dripping animal skin!"