The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2262 People from ancient land

When the Black Treasure Mountain was surrounded and devoured by the various races of the God-given mountains and seas, the Spring Festival, the grandest festival in the Holy Yuan Continent, finally arrived.

Every household is decorated with lanterns, hanging Spring Festival couplets, and preparing new year's goods. Different places have begun to prepare different Spring Festival delicacies.

On this day of universal celebration, there are some people whose homes are not so festive.

The families of the great scholars who were buried in the Holy Valley kept things simple on this New Year's Eve and spent more time praying instead of celebrating.

On this day, the most lively place in the entire human race was not the densely populated Kongcheng or the capital of the Ten Kingdoms, but the place where Baling was renamed Yueyang.

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, a grand gathering of holy apricot texts will be held here.

The Holy Yuan Continent is vast and the various places are far apart. This time, no dragon clan mobilized Haiyan, and scholars from all over the place came many days in advance.

As a result, Yueyang City was bustling with traffic and people, all waiting for the Holy Apricot Art Conference, wanting to win a piece of Holy Apricot's blessings, and wanting to make progress in the holy way.

For most scholars, the Shengxing Literary Society is more important than any other literary society.

Yueyang City has long had guild halls from various countries. Scholars whose families are not around cannot enjoy reunions. In order to relieve the sorrow of homesickness, Yueyang City is full of cultural guilds.

The Qing Dynasty had three guild halls in Yueyang City. The guild hall established by the Zong family was the smallest, but the location was the most magnificent. It was a small garden with more than thirty houses.

Different from the hustle and bustle in front of other guild halls, there were not many people in front of the Qing guild hall, but every guest was either rich or noble.

Disciples of great Confucian scholars, sons and grandsons of pavilion elders, children of aristocratic families, proud sons of wealthy families, all come and go in white clothes, and the lowest literary rank is Jinshi, and there is no one who is a scholar or has a lower literary rank.

Not long after, the chief guests arrived, and the National Day Cultural Festival in the hall officially began.

There were not many guests in the main hall of the guild hall, only about forty people, but the atmosphere was warm, glasses were being exchanged, and it was not long before midnight.

However, the host of this cultural gathering, Zong Xueyan, the elder of the Zong family, delayed the last step of the cultural gathering, announcing the cultural leader.

Most people in the venue were calm, except for a few young people who were a little anxious. I don’t know what kind of medicine Zongxueyan sells in his gourd.

Just after midnight, the voice of a servant outside suddenly came from outside.

"Grandmaster Ji Anchang is here."

Some young people at the venue looked puzzled, but everyone over thirty looked happy and stood up to greet him.

A young man under twenty hurriedly stood up after his brother and asked in a low voice: "Brother, this person's name sounds familiar. Who is he?"

“Have you forgotten the Ji family’s ‘Three No. 1 Scholars in One Subject, and Four Bachelor’s Degrees in a Father’s and Son’?”

"Ah? I remember it! He was the top scholar more than 20 years ago, and he once wrote a war poem passed down from generation to generation as a Jinshi. He was an astonishing talent. I went to the temple to pay homage to him not long ago and learned that war poem. Poetry. When he went to Huangcheng Ancient Land, he was still a Hanlin scholar, and I was still young. Now that he is a bachelor, I can't remember it for a moment. "

"I said that Mr. Zong was a little weird today. He actually came to wait for this person. It seems that he had other intentions. You know, more than 20 years ago, although he was far inferior to Li Wenying in literary competition, he was excellent in poetry. Jiang Zhilong, even if Jianmei Gong composed the amazing "Wind and Rain Sword Poetry", he was able to suppress his popularity in Qingguo at that time, and he was no less popular than Fang Yun in Jingguo. "

The young man said: "I have also heard about him. After he was promoted to Grand Bachelor, he went deep into the deserted city and ancient land to hone himself. He has not appeared in the world for many years, and I am afraid he has achieved something. But back then he..."

"Shut up, don't mention that thing again! As for him, he has achieved more than anything. If you look carefully at him, although he is wearing a worn-out scholar's green robe, he is actually a great scholar."

"What?"

Many people nearby looked at the visitor.

The man looked like he was in his early thirties, tall and thin, with a fair face and a kind expression. Even wearing a shabby green robe could not hide his temperament.

Everyone looked at it, and saw a towering sword mountain standing in front of them. Its shape was as thick as a mountain, and its meaning was as sharp as a sword.

There is a very deep scar on his left forehead.

Zong Xueyan is just a bachelor. He walked forward quickly and said with a smile: "Grand bachelor? You guys underestimated Xueyan. He is now a great scholar!"

Ji Anchang slightly cupped his hands and said, "I have met senior brother Xueyan. After the Holy Xingwen meeting is over, the unscrupulous disciples will go to pay homage to their ancestors!"

The atmosphere of the cultural gathering suddenly became stunned.

Many people then remembered that a child from a famous family like Ji Anchang often had multiple teachers, and one of his teachers was Qu Hange, a former top ten scholar in the human race.

When Fang Yunwen fought against Xiangzhou, Qu Hange ranked first among the ten Jinshi. He was the last one to fight Fang Yun and died at Fang Yun's hands, fulfilling Fang Yunwen's reputation for fighting against Xiangzhou.

Zong Xueyan sighed softly, and then suddenly asked: "I wonder how far Anchang Xiandi's "Li Jian Ge" has reached?"

Many people were immediately curious. At that time, Li Wenying's "Wind and Rain Sword Poems" and "Li Jiange" were both regarded as the twin gems of the human race. Although Li Wenying's "Wind and Rain Sword Poems" has not been handed down to the world, it took the lead and had a higher level. Ji Anchang was young after all. , "Li Jian Ge" is at a lower level.

"I entered the deserted city and ancient land to practice asceticism and refine my mind. I also often fought with monsters and barbarians. Every time I fought, I would use "Li Jian Song". Now..."

Ji Anchang paused for a moment and raised his head slightly.

"The four realms have been reached."

The whole hall exclaimed.

Ji Anchang smiled slightly and said: "And not long ago, it turned into jade."

Everyone was even more surprised. Wen Yu had only recently appeared, and everyone knew how terrifying Wen Yu was. The battle poems of the Jinshi of the fourth realm were equivalent to the battle poems of the great Confucian scholars, but they were stronger than the battle poems of ordinary great Confucian scholars. If it were Wen Yu, he could compose a great Confucian battle poem in a few breaths, which could be called the invincible great Confucian scholar.

Zong Xueyan suddenly exclaimed, "Anchang, your aura is not like that of a newly promoted great Confucian scholar."

"I have entered a realm of self-cultivation."

The whole room was silent.

Zong Xueyan was shocked and laughed: "Hahaha! Good! Good! Good! Anchang, this literary gathering depends entirely on you! It's a pity that Fang Yun is not here, otherwise you would have suppressed Li Wenying first and then suppressed Fang Yun, and you would have been famous all over the world."

Ji Anchang shook his head gently and said: "I have been practicing hard for many years and have not interacted with others. I only learned recently that Fang Xusheng has appeared. This person is indeed better than me when I was young, but he is too young now. If he were here, I would not be able to suppress him, but I could still compete with him. As for Li Wenying..."

Ji Anchang's face showed a complicated look, and then he said with great ambition: "When the Shengxing Literary Meeting is held, it will be the day when his literary reputation will be completely lost!"

Those who knew about the events of that year kept their mouths shut.

When Li Wenying fought against many scholars in Qing Kingdom, Ji Anchang was full of fighting spirit at the beginning, but in the last battle, he was actually timid and fled first, which became a stain on his life.

However, this person was talented and was successfully promoted to a university scholar. After that, he entered the ancient land of Huangcheng, determined to surpass Li Wenying, practiced asceticism in the ancient land, and refined his mind. Even after he was promoted to a great scholar, he did not show up until his strength was stable in the realm of self-cultivation, and then he returned to the human race.

After leaving the ancient land of Huangcheng, he came to Yueyang City as soon as possible, and did not even change into the purple robe of the great scholar. Li Wenying and Fang Yun were both teachers and friends. If he could defeat Li Wenying, he could not only avenge the humiliation of being humiliated by Li Wenying, but also avenge the teacher's murder.

"When Fang Yun returns from the Burial Valley, he may have become a great scholar. I will fight him and take back Xiangzhou!" Ji Anchang's eyes were full of fighting spirit.