The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The full moon is in the sky and the stars are sparse.

Everyone in the wealthy family who had been bullied by the evil king clapped their hands and applauded.

Those who were about to enter the Holy Ruins were also talking about it.

A Juren sneered and said: "This evil king is used to being rampant in the Wu Kingdom. He underestimates me from Kongcheng and Fang Yun's literary name! Not to mention him, even if a great scholar of the generation dares to act evil, he will definitely be punished. The people in Kongcheng have criticized him for his literary courage! It's a pity that he is still cautious and dare not admit the killing of Fang Yun personally, otherwise Lord Dongsheng will definitely kill him!"

"He didn't say it, but he didn't say that he didn't use other methods to harm Fang Yun. He is indeed a fierce military strategist. He knows the consequences of raising tigers and will not give his opponents any chance. He is worthy of his name. It's a pity that Fang Yun is in danger."

"The Fierce Lord dared to say that Fang Yun could not escape from the Holy Ruins. He must have left some tricks behind. He entered the Holy Ruins eight years ago and must have discovered something extraordinary. If he harmed Fang Yun in the Holy Ruins, even the half-saint There is no way to avenge Fang Yun.”

"So what if he has the means? This year's Holy Ruins are extremely powerful. Just entering the Holy Ruins with a hundred people like me will consume a huge amount of talent in the Holy Academy. If one Jinshi sneaks in, the talent consumption will be equal to the sum of the hundred people. Except for the Kong Sheng Family and six major The Yasheng family is willing to forcibly send him to Jinshi, but no family in the Ten Kingdoms or Semi-Saint family is willing to do so. The fierce king is a Hanlin. He is above the Jinshi. He needs to gather the strength of all the saints to do it. It’s possible to enter!” one person said.

"Maybe there are other side methods. Don't underestimate the people of the world."

The scolding gradually subsided, but the fierce king still sat firmly in Wuhou's car.

Those scholars with a literary rank of Hanlin or above all felt that the vitality of the fierce king was shaking, fighting against the power of thousands of people, and even heard the gentle sound of literary courage.

No matter how strong the fierce king is, it will be extremely difficult to fight against Kong Cheng's thousands of enemies.

Meng Li whispered: "Lintang, if you admit your mistake, no matter whether it is true or false, no one will target you again, so why bother to hold on?"

The fierce king's eyes were like ice, and he said: "It is his fault to reject my favor and humiliate my Meng family with a cheap servant!"

Meng Linyu was about to persuade, but seemed to remember something, and immediately said: "You are right! Fang Yun is just a beast with no human ethics. The Half-Saint family is the leader of the human race. He will be punished by God for such slander! I am determined to do so. We must contact the sentient beings of the 'Li Yuan' to criticize his nonsense that shakes the foundation of the human race!"

Meng Li immediately smiled and said: "Okay!"

Meng Linyu smiled sinisterly and said: "Lintang, I think you value this fortune."

"Oh?" Mr. Ji looked at the Jinshi brother.

"Yesterday at the Mid-Autumn Festival in Kongcheng, he was framed by the Gongyang family and the Liu family, and was forced to write three poems in a row. Even if he is a genius, he will definitely not be able to produce good poems today. No matter whether it is Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, Sun Naiyong and Zong Wude are all talented in Mingzhou. The four of them have been preparing for this Shengxu Cultural Conference for several years, and they will definitely not lose to Fang Yun! "

The fierce king nodded.

Meng Li smiled and said: "Fang Yun's position is too low. Even if Shicheng Zhenguo gets more Yuehua than everyone else, his strength in the Holy Ruins can only be barely behind the tenth place, which is still worse than Yan Yukong and others. Unless he If the poem can be passed down to the world, then the power of the moon will be extremely amazing, and he will be qualified to be on par with the first three. However, there is no way he can do it!"

The fierce king's eyes swept over the people on the side of the high platform who were about to enter the Holy Ruins, then passed over Fang Yun, and finally looked at the night sky. It seemed that there was still no one in the world who could meet his eyes.

On the high platform, the smile returned to the face of the emcee, and he said: "Please five of you write poems and essays with the theme of the Mid-Autumn Moon. The Shengxu Literary Society has not produced poems and essays for the past hundred years. I hope that the five of you can make this year's Shengxu Literary Society a success." Leave your name in Qingshi!”

Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, Sun Naiyong and Fang Yun immediately walked behind their desks. Only Zong Wude was stunned for a moment, then looked at the emcee with a resentful and aggrieved look, and silently turned to his desk. The case went away.

Zong Wude complained in a low voice as he walked: "I knew it would be unlucky to share the stage with Fang Yun! The first four people have introduced me, but I am the only one left! Is the fierce king deliberately causing trouble to harm me? My literary name!" "

Yan Yukong and others couldn't help but smile, and Fang Yun also smiled. Although the current number one Zongsheng of the Za family is Zong Wude's grandpa Zeng, and the Za family is targeting him, this Zong Wude is not like those people who shouted at Fang Yun. Fighting and killing without the slightest hint of hostility.

The master of ceremonies looked ashamed, but now that the five of them were about to start writing, he couldn't disturb him with his tongue. He could only whisper: "Master Zong, I'm sorry, I was really negligent. When you all can appreciate it, I will I’ll definitely introduce you.”

"Then don't forget that I have been thinking hard for three years about today's literary title!" Zong Wude looked very generous.

The five of them slowly studied the ink together, and the fragrance of the ink floated lightly.

The luminous pearl suspended above the high platform dimmed again, and the entire high platform became dim.

Everyone stared in front of the five people, waiting to see how talented the five people were.

Yan Yukong started to write, and his talent showed after just writing a few sentences.

Several other people originally wanted to start writing, but they all wanted to see the poems of the most influential person in the Ten Kingdoms immediately, so they didn't start writing and just read over them together.

Not long after, Yan Yukong stopped writing, and the poem was completed. The orange talent hung on the paper, rushing through three feet, reaching three feet and four inches, and the poem became Mingzhou.

The ancient trees in Confucius Academy shook their branches and their leaves fell.

There were thunderous cheers, and everyone was congratulating the talented man from Mingzhou.

Yan Yukong nodded slightly in greeting, then looked at the others and said, "I advise you to write in front of Fang's pen."

Zong Wude thought of the tragic experience just now and said hurriedly: "Don't write it first. If you write it first, others will forget us! I owe you a favor!"

Sun Naiyong said: "My uncle just gave you two books, but you can't burn bridges by crossing the river."

Fang Yun smiled helplessly: "Then you write first, I'll wait."

Sitting at a table under the stage were four people of extraordinary temperament, who were the four great talents of this generation.

Ci Jun smiled and said: "Yin Jun, every time I see you, your appearance is different. Who is your name? But you seem to be very interested in luck. The three of us can never invite you if we work together."

Yinjun said nothing and looked at the stage.

Ci Jun didn't care, and said to Shi Jun: "Huaijiang, you have always valued fortune. How do you think his poems today can reach? Mingzhou? Zhenguo?"

"I am Shi Jun, not Yi Jun. How can I figure it out? But at least he is Mingzhou." Shi Jun said.

Cijun smiled slightly, turned to look at Shijun, and said, "Jingdao, how do you feel when you see that Fang Yun and Jijun are at odds with each other, and that the three of you are enemies of each other?"

Shi Jun rolled his eyes at Ci Jun and said: "Although Fang Yun and I have grudges, we can't be called enemies. We have a literary quarrel. On the contrary, the fierce gentleman threatened to take away one of the four great talents from me because of his mere position in the Imperial Academy. He suppresses my literary reputation, blocks my holy path, and speaks arrogant words. This is beyond the realm of literary strife. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is my enemy."

"Then the matter between you and Fang Yun must come to an end!" The smile on Cijun's face disappeared and he said slowly.

Shijun looked at Cijun, sighed softly, and said: "You and I have known each other for many years, how could I not see through your intentions? I am the Shijun of the human race and the Shijun of the Qing Kingdom. My disciple died because of him. I can't let it go."

"Fang Yun's achievements must be higher than those of you and me. Whether Fang Yun is harmed by you or you are harmed by Fang Yun, I don't want to see it. If you don't make a decision today, then I will decide. "Cijun said.

Shijun remained silent, knowing that if he insisted on having his own way, the friendship between the two would be completely broken.

Not long after, the poet solemnly said: "If his poems succeed in Mingzhou this time, it proves that he is no good, so I will continue to persist. If his poems succeed in Zhenguo, then all the previous grudges will disappear, and I will no longer embarrass him." If his poems become popular all over the world, it would be because I am short-sighted. I should not suppress the literary reputation of such a great talent, apologize to him, and then guard the Two Realms Mountain. I will never leave the mountain until I become a great Confucian!"

"Okay! If you go to Two Realms Mountain, I will accompany you for the rest of your life! Your and my poems can only be used to show the true nature of men when used to enchant and savage people! Even if the talents of the fierce kings are more than yours and mine, in my eyes they are not as good as ants!"

"You..." Shijun originally thought that this old friend valued profits over friends because of Fang Yun's rise, but after hearing this, he realized that Cijun really wanted to resolve the grudge between him and Fang Yun, and his eyes couldn't help but flicker.

The poet was speechless, so he raised his glass to the poet and drank it all in one gulp.

Cijun also drank all the wine in his glass, heard shouts coming from all over, and looked towards the stage.

Two poems by Zong Wude were completed in one sentence. Their talents were all over three feet, and they were all from Mingzhou. The trees in the academy shook more violently, and the leaves fell like rain.

The four three-foot-high talents were placed there, which had an extremely strong visual impact on the scholars in Kongcheng, and countless people cheered and praised him.

"Can I write?" Fang Yun asked.

"If I wait a hundred more breaths, I haven't heard enough of their cheers." Zong Wude smiled all over his face.

Fang Yun ignored Zong Wude, picked up his pen to write, and steadily wrote the title of the poem "Shui Diao Ge Tou" at the beginning.

The four people and the master of ceremonies immediately walked behind Fang Yun regardless of appearance and stretched their necks to look.

Li Wenying stood up, Zu Yuanhe stood up, Li Fanming stood up, everyone in Jingguo stood up, and the big rabbit also stood up, and then climbed onto Li Fanming's shoulders, with his two long ears standing straight up.

The other guests were still sitting.

Fang Yun picked up his pen and wrote.

When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.

The page under Fang's pen began to rise slowly. The talent on the paper was not rising like others, but rolling and rising, as if a dragon of talent was about to soar into the sky. Then, a cloud-like talent appeared under the page.

"The talent is so great! The paper is hanging in the air! This is a phenomenon that is spread all over the world! I only wrote two sentences and there are two kinds of visions. If the whole sentence is completed, it will be great!" The poet couldn't help but let out a low drink and stood up suddenly. rise.

Even Cijun was like this, and the others were even more excited.

People from the Mo family stood up, people from the Bingsheng family stood up, people from the Ancestor family stood up... Thousands of guests stood up.

Even the great bachelor of the Kong family pushed away his chair and stood up, fearing that the chair would block him.

Hundreds of thousands of people stretched their necks like baby birds waiting for their mother to feed them.

All the ancient trees in the Confucius Academy shook crazily. The tree gentlemen were so crazy that the leaves were not falling, but flying.

Fang Yun continued to write.

I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world.