The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Not long after, Fang Daniu outside the door curtain said: "Leaving the city."

"Um."

After a while, Fang Daniu said: "We are about to cross the Ji River. There are many people standing at the pavilion of the post station. I don't know who is waiting for me."

Fang Yun opened the door curtain, and in front was the Ji River Bridge made of stone slabs, and in front of it was the Ji County Inn, which was originally a place where the imperial court delivered letters and where officials in charge of boarding and lodging exchanged horses for their journeys.

However, due to the prosperity of the talent system, the documents of the imperial court were directly transported through the "Hongyan Chuanshu" of the Academy of Literature, which could be reached instantly. The post station was no longer responsible for delivering official documents, but was responsible for the mailing of civilian letters.

It is very expensive for non-officials or officials to deliver private "Hongyan Chuanxin" letters from the Academy of Literature. It costs one tael of silver in the same state, 10 taels of silver in the same country, and 100 taels in other countries.

Fang Yun was surprised to see that magistrate Cai, Wang Yuanjun, Su Juren and other important figures in Ji County were there. The bullman behind Magistrate Cai is over seven feet tall and extremely eye-catching.

Fang Yun was stunned at first, thinking that they were welcoming some high official, but when he saw someone waving, he realized that they were here to see him off.

Fang Yun felt warm in his heart. He immediately jumped off the carriage and followed the carriage to the pavilion of the inn.

The sun has not risen yet, there is frost in many places, the spring is cold, and Fang Yun has not let Yang Yuhuan come down.

Walking in front of everyone, Fang Yun bent down and bowed, saying: "How can Fang Yun be so kind to you?"

Su Juren said: "That's wrong. Your luck is like a young phoenix's first cry at this moment, and it will soar in the blue sky in the future. It is our honor to send it to you. You are 'Jixian Fangyun', and we are both from Jixian County. I send it to you." That’s right. By the way, will you marry my daughter or granddaughter?”

Everyone laughed. There had been rumors in the city these days about Su Ju's failure in recruiting children. Knowing that Fang Yun had not given up on Yang Yuhuan, the scholars in Ji County rated Fang Yun even higher.

Magistrate Cai took out three letters and handed them to Fang Yun, saying: "I am from the same hometown as Magistrate Sun, I am on the same list as Zhang Sizheng of the Prefecture Criminal Division, and I am a good friend of Master Zhou of the Prefecture Literary Academy. Since you are going to the university Yuanfu, please pass the three letters over for me."

Magistrate Sun is the highest civil affairs officer of Dayuan Prefecture and is ranked as a fifth-rank official. Si Zheng of the Prefectural Criminal Department is in charge of arrests and prisons in a province and is a fourth-rank official. The chief registrar of the Prefecture Academy of Literature is a sixth-grade official, and his rank is higher than Cai County Magistrate.

Fang Yun knew in his heart that Magistrate Cai was helping him pave the way for him to meet with the three senior officials based on these three letters. If something happened in Dayuan Mansion in the future, these three people would definitely help him out of Magistrate Cai's face.

"It seems that those three people are all members of Wen Xiang. Wen Xiang is the leader of the literary department, but there must be civil servants under him. Although Liu Shan, the left prime minister, is only the head of civil servants, some of his disciples are also in the military and military. Literary Academy.”

Fang Yun thought to himself, received the three letters, and thanked Magistrate Cai.

The head of the Wu clan from another prominent family in the county handed over a small red cloth bag and said, "This is the twelve-digit process instrument. I wish the leader of the plan a smooth journey."

Then some people also presented Cheng Yi, and Fang Yun thanked them one by one.

It only took four hours by carriage from Ji County to Dayuan Prefecture, but these people sent more than one hundred taels of silver. Many people gave more than congratulations to Fang Yun for passing the exam. This shows that Fang Yun's status in their hearts continues to rise. high.

Everyone talked about what they had seen in Dayuan Mansion and gave some helpful advice to Fang Yun. When the sun was about to rise, someone said that Fang Yun should go quickly and don't delay the trip.

Wang Yuanjun said: "We have to say goodbye today, but I don't know when we will see each other again. How about luck? Why don't you write a poem or lyrics here, so that our trip will not be in vain."

Fang Yun said with a smile: "Your Majesty, King Daqing, is not here to see me off, but to take my exam. You, the gentleman of the hospital, are really conscientious and conscientious. How about taking the exam next year?"

"No! Today's work is done today!" Wang Yuanjun's words triggered good-natured laughter from everyone.

Many people looked at Fang Yun curiously. Fang Yun's talent and poetry had spread throughout Ji County, wondering what kind of poem he would write today.

"Let Xiaosheng think carefully."

Fang Yun said, looking around.

Everyone was even more curious. Fang Yun was obviously planning to use local materials. If he could write a good poem, it would really be called "a poem in seven steps."

Fang Yun slowly watched and saw that there was an inn nearby, a farmhouse and a hut not far away, roosters were crowing, and the waning moon in the sky was getting fainter.

Leaves fell on the mountain road in the distance, and unknown flowers bloomed on the wall of the inn. But because he was leaving Ji County, he missed this place more and more.

Fang Yun asked: "Do you have pen and ink?"

Everyone at the pavilion suddenly laughed in unison and stood on both sides to make way for Fang Yun to lead to the stone table in the middle of the pavilion.

There are pens, inks, paper and inkstones prominently placed on the stone table. The four treasures of the study are complete, and even the ink has been polished.

Fang Yun shook his head with a wry smile, walked over, picked up his pen, pondered for a moment, and wrote in "Liu style" with thick ink, reading while writing.

"Starting in the morning to recruit priests, travelers are saddened by their hometown."

After finishing writing, he did not start writing immediately, as if he was thinking.

Everyone nodded, and some looked at the bell on the horse's neck.

Fang Yun continued to write and read at the same time: "The sound of roosters in Maodian and the moon in Banqiao are reflected in the frost."

Many people's eyes lit up. This sentence was very vivid. It seemed that Fang Yun was not writing poetry, but painting.

Then, Fang Yun wrote the last few lines to form a five-character poem.

In the morning, we set out to recruit Duo, and we were saddened by our journey to our hometown.

The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao.

The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall.

Because of the dream of Ji Ling, the geese are full of birds returning to the pond.

Finally, Fang Yun wrote the four words "Jixian morning trip" on it.

The poem was completed, but Magistrate Cai frowned, walked to Fang Yun's side, and stared at Fang Yun's poem without saying a word for a long time.

Wang Yuanjun nodded and praised: "I'm afraid this poem also has a talent from Mingzhou. It has a poetic appeal and a moving scene. It describes the poet's departure first, then the scenery along the way, and finally he misses the mountains and rivers of Ji County in his dream, with wild ducks and wild geese floating in the lakes and ponds. Here, it’s like a traveler returning to his hometown, with true love, rare and rare.”

Su Juren said: "This poem has extremely neat antitheses and beautiful sentences. It is the most wonderful travel poem I have ever seen."

Everyone nodded. The scholars had poems about farewell, poems about frontier fortresses, and poems about travel, and this one, "Morning Journey to Ji County," was indeed outstanding.

"Among them, the line 'The sound of chickens, Maodian, moon, people's footsteps on Banqiao, frost' is very wonderful. The arrangement of the six images of chickens, Maodian, moon, people's footsteps, Banqiao, and frost is perfect. The most rare thing is the sonorous phonology. , reading it is like a clear spring flowing into the throat," said a scholar.

Liejin is a rhetorical device. The entire sentence is composed of nouns or noun phrases, cleverly combined and arranged. Among them, the most famous one with the best artistic conception is "withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, and ancient roads with westerly winds and thin horses." However, In terms of "absolute", it is not as good as this song "Morning Journey to Shangshan".

This poem is a masterpiece by Wen Tingyun, a famous poet and poet in the Tang Dynasty. Wen Tingyun is the originator of the "Huajian Ci School". The prototype of the Huajian School in Huang Yi's novel "The Legend of Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" is the Huajian Ci School. The prosperity of Ci in later generations is indispensable to Wen Tingyun.

Although Wen Tingyun and Li Shangyin are both called "Li Wen", they are only better than Li Shangyin in terms of poetry and far inferior to Li Shangyin in terms of poetry. The only poem that can compete with Li Shangyin's poems is "Morning Journey to Shangshan", which is an ancient and modern poem. "Absolute" poem.

The penultimate sentence was originally "Because of the dream of Du Ling", but it obviously didn't fit here, so Fang Yun changed "Du" to "Ji". Both words are oblique, which does not affect the oblique and artistic conception of the poem at all.

Everyone was talking, but Fang Yun remained silent.

Magistrate Cai suddenly said loudly: "Well, Fang Shuangjia, I wonder why you haven't said a word since you finished writing. It turns out that you are testing us! Everyone, you have underestimated this poem. This is not a poem from Mingzhou. , but a poem about "preserving the country"!

Fang Yun couldn't help but smile slightly, thinking that Magistrate Cai was indeed a Jinshi, and he discovered the beauty of this poem so quickly.

"County Lord, are you exaggerating?" Wang Yuanjun was stunned. From the current point of view, it is difficult for this poem to reach Zhenguo, because Zhenguo and higher-level poems have extremely outstanding performance in a certain aspect, or The love is deep, or majestic, or every word is like a knife, or extremely magnificent, or strange, or unique, and so on.

Magistrate Cai asked with a smile: "Don't you see that this is a wonderful poem?"

Jueshi does not mean quatrains, but refers to the fact that the poem is extinct in a certain aspect and it is difficult for the same poem to appear.

"this……"

Everyone was talking about it, but they couldn't tell what was "unique" about this poem. After all, unique poems are so rare that many great scholars couldn't write one in their entire lives. Poems of that level are rare but not sought after.

Magistrate Cai said word by word: "Chicken, sound, thatch, store, moon, people, traces, plank, bridge, frost! It can be said that every word is a masterpiece, unprecedented, how can it be endless!"

Many people's expressions changed, and they rushed to the stone table to take a closer look, and even squeezed Fang Yun away.

Magistrate Cai cleverly grabbed the stone table, otherwise he would have been squeezed away.

"Sure enough, every word is a masterpiece. This poem has never been seen before. It is unique in a hundred generations. It is amazing and beautiful. It is amazing and beautiful!" Su Juren shouted loudly, his face flushed with excitement. People who didn't know it thought he was the one who wrote the good poem. .

Wang Yuanjun's mouth trembled with excitement, and he said: "Is it because of the saint's favor that my fortune has changed? I actually had the opportunity to witness the birth of a poem that can subdue the country with my own eyes?"

Several older scholars also had faces full of infatuation, and their expressions were even more enthusiastic than when the flower thief who had abstained from sex for twenty years suddenly saw a naked peerless beauty.

"I can see poetry coming out of the country, and I will die without regrets. I will die without regrets!"

"A genius like no other, a genius like no other!"

A group of scholars were shouting and wailing as if they were mentally ill.

Wang Yuanjun couldn't hold himself back and reached for the poem to look at it carefully. As a result, he couldn't hold the paper with his hands.

"This..." Wang Yuanjun had to increase his strength, and then he held it up with both hands, obviously very hard, as if he was holding a big stone.

Wang Yuanjun sighed: "A page weighs a hundred kilograms. It is indeed a poem that conquers the country. It can't be wrong!"

This paper is obviously not big and very thin, but it is extremely heavy. This is the first time for many people to see it in person, and they are extremely shocked.

"Why doesn't the ink stains fade away? Doesn't it mean that the ink doesn't touch the skin? Only talented people can do it, how can Fang Yun's handwriting be like this?"

"How can the former Holy Child be like you and me?"

"Too."

"Nonsense! It's impossible for even a former sage to master black ink in ten days. It's obviously the result of Fang Yun's hard work."

"good."

Everyone took turns to observe and comment, and before they knew it, the sun rose.

The morning light shines on Fang Yun's characters, and a very faint halo appears on the surface of each character.

"This is every word of pearl." Su Juren praised.

Magistrate Cai's expression flickered, and he frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.