The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Everyone was still talking.

"There has been no response from the Shuangjia court in front of the Holy Spirit. We may have to wait for the approval of the Wentuifang to reward us together. But this time the poem is out of the country, it will definitely appear in the court tomorrow. It stands to reason that writing a poem to support the country will increase our national fortune, at least If you want to give me a title, it's too low to be called 'Country Boy'. You should at least be 'County Boy'."

"This poem is very likely to be recommended by Grand Scholar Li to the monthly magazine "Holy Way", and "Spring Dawn" will definitely appear in next month's "Holy Way". This is two poems coexisting, which has not happened in a century."

"But I heard that one of the three current editors and reviewers of "Holy Way" is the youngest bachelor of the Qing Kingdom. The two countries of Jing and Qing have been at odds for a long time. Will he interfere with it?"

"It's impossible. Even if the three academicians are the editors and reviewers, the final review is still done by the academicians, so there shouldn't be any problems."

"The problem is, Fang Yun's song "The End of the Year" was also recommended."

"Three poems at the same time? It's unprecedented. I don't know if it's a disaster or a blessing. I heard from the county magistrate that I don't want him to be too famous. He has to work hard for a few years, but now I can't hide it anymore."

"He is going to be in the limelight. A child's poems to subjugate the country are completely different from those of a great Confucian's poems to subjugate the country. Regardless of whether it is a misfortune or a blessing, I am lucky to be in the same hometown as him."

"However, Fang Yun, don't be proud. In the eyes of all the saints, the classics and meaning are the great road, governing the country is the middle road, and poetry is the small road."

"Feng shui has changed, and now the demons and barbarians are watching, and it may be unknown to use the narrow path to carve out a semi-sacred road." Su Juren faintly pointed out his views on the current situation.

"That's right. With Fang Yun's great talent, he may not be able to embark on his own path in a few decades."

"That's right."

Not long after, Magistrate Cai secretly took out the ink pad he had with him, took the poem page from someone else, and placed it on the stone table.

"Fang Yun, come here. Your character is more than ten times better than the county test. The bones and shape of this character are very special. I have never seen it before. It seems to have the power of a famous person. Come and talk about it." Magistrate Cai said.

Everyone had already finished reading, so they took the initiative to get out of the way and let Fang Yun walk to Magistrate Cai.

Wang Yuanjun brushed his beard and said with a smile: "Children can be taught. Although this word is still a little immature, it is not worse than ordinary children. It is already like everyone's. In less than three years, it may surpass us. This... County Honor ,what you do!"

Wang Yuanjun's eyes widened, and he saw Magistrate Cai suddenly take action, grabbing Fang Yun's right thumb, and then pressed Fang Yun's thumb into the bright red ink pad, and then pressed it on the page of the poem "Morning Journey to Ji County".

Fang Yun raised his thumb in confusion, and the red fingerprints on the paper were clearly visible.

Everyone looked at Magistrate Cai in confusion. What kind of play was this?

Magistrate Cai grabbed the page with lightning speed and ran away, reciting a quick war poem in chapters as he ran.

"The young man's pommel horse is as fast as flying,

Sold all the scholar's clothes to buy war clothes;

As I grow older, I don’t know how strong my muscles are.

In the late night, I still have a dream to solve the siege. "

While reciting this poem, Magistrate Cai felt a strong wind blowing around him. He tapped his feet lightly and took a step of seven or eight feet. His body was gliding in the air at an extremely fast speed, no less than a galloping horse.

Magistrate Cai laughed loudly: "Hahaha, this poem should be my family heirloom! Fang Yun, feel free to go!"

Fang Yun almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. Is this still a Jinshi? Is this still the head of a county? Is there still a chance to become a state pastor in charge of a province? Last night he said that he was a student of Wen Xiang. How could a great scholar teach such a student? Can we still happily discuss the meaning of scriptures in the future?

The others suddenly realized it and were all jealous!

Su Juren shouted: "The traitor ran away in shame and returned my virtuous son-in-law's poem to the country! What are you waiting for? Join us to stop him!"

"Mr. Su is right, if he dares to touch the official seal of the cultural treasure, I will give him a copy!" Wang Yuanjun said angrily.

"Cai He, how can you be so treacherous! You are not a son of man! You are not a son of man!"

Su Juren pointed his finger in front of Magistrate Cai and quickly recited the famous war poem "Song of the Great Wind" by Liu Bang, Taizu of the Han Dynasty.

"The strong wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, the Weijia sea is returning home, and the warriors are here to guard the four directions!"

Kill the enemy with a man, and speak in a clear way.

There was a sound of breaking through the sky, and then a blue tornado with a height of ten feet appeared in front of Magistrate Cai, blowing rapidly towards Magistrate Cai. The strong wind formed by this war poem was far beyond the supernatural tornado, and the wind blade was like a knife. If it was caught, It must be ground into minced meat.

Not to be outdone, Wang Yuanjun recited the war poem "Cang Lang Xing" by Chen Guanhai, a semi-sage of Jingguo. He saw a huge wave four feet high and nine feet long appearing behind Cai He, and the tornado attacked front and back. This huge wave was stronger than the power Lu Baotou had inspired by Wenbao's waist card.

"They're all crazy!" a scholar muttered to himself.

Several old scholars were watching the show with smiles. Unless everyone present attacked desperately, it would be impossible to stop Magistrate Cai, who was a Jinshi.

Fang Yunfeng was in a mess and couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't expect that the first time he saw a literati use war poems to fight was in this situation, and it was caused by one of his poems.

"Haha, I'm going to decide this poem, the sword comes out, open!"

I saw Magistrate Cai laughing and spouting his talents, condensed into an ancient sword of talents.

The Ancient Sword of Caiqi slashed into the tornado, and there was a loud bang, and the tornado exploded into a piece of green air and scattered everywhere.

At the same time, the Niu Man who was originally protecting Magistrate Cai jumped up to a height of two feet, and then punched the huge wave recited by Wang Yuanjun.

"boom!"

The Niu Manren was thrown out by the powerful force like a rubber ball, while the power of the giant wave was weakened and it was difficult to catch up with Magistrate Cai.

The bull barbarian smashed a shallow pit into the ground, then stood up with his head shaking, and dusted himself off, but nothing happened.

"It turned out to be a barbarian general." Fang Yun did not expect that this bull barbarian was so strong. A barbarian general is equivalent to a human being, and one person is enough to defeat an army of a thousand people.

Although the barbarian general cannot defeat Ju Ren's war poem with one blow, it is more difficult for Ju Ren to kill the barbarian general. In a one-on-one situation, the barbarian general has a great chance of winning, and has an individual strength that the human race cannot match.

"Hahaha, Fang Yun, if you go to Master Zhou tomorrow, I will give you a small gift." Cai He burst into the city with a big smile. He did not have the stability of a county magistrate at all. He was simply a high-spirited man. .

Su Juren was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and cursed helplessly: "Cai He, you little fox! Why didn't I think of this trick! Fang Yun, if my daughter or granddaughter becomes your concubine, can you suppress that song?" Do you want the national poem to come back to me?”

Su Juren looked at Fang Yun expectantly. He was obviously in his fifties, but his eyes were pitiful than those of a kitten.

Fang Yun was also helpless and said, "I didn't know Magistrate Cai was so cunning. It's just a poem. Forget it. I have to leave. Say goodbye."

Wang Yuanjun stretched out his hand to stop him and asked, "Don't you have any new poems to write?"

"How can it be so easy to write poems about the country?" Fang Yun almost rolled his eyes because Wang Yuanjun didn't learn it well either.

"Without Zhenguo, Mingzhou is fine. My appetite is not as big as Magistrate Cai, so Mingzhou can be my family's heirloom." Wang Yuanjun said.

Su Juren said: "I don't want Mingzhou, Dafu is fine, the lyrics are fine, and the music is fine too."

A scholar whispered: "Just give me a song from the county. I am worried that my second son will not have a good betrothal gift."

Another scholar joked: "If you can really get the poem that goes out of the county at the beginning of the plan, you can send it to my house as a betrothal gift. My daughter will be called Xiao Yuhuan."

"It's settled!"

People around him laughed.

Fang Yun rolled his eyes at the two scholars in an angry and funny manner, cupped his hands and said, "Please take your leave." After that, he jumped on the carriage.

Su Juren said: "Don't leave. The marriage of my daughter or granddaughter is easy to discuss. Can you keep your next national poem for me? I also have a great niece."

Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he just waved goodbye.

Wang Yuanjun sighed and said: "Cai He is simply greedy. He won the gift of poems and not only took away the 'first book' of poems to support the country! This matter cannot be over! The bastard Cai He took his fingerprints on the poems to support the country." How dignified it is to get it! You must let him bleed, and you must not give him any advantage."

Su Juren said: "Of course we can't let him go! But this handprinted poem that governs the country is too rare. If you become famous in the future, you must have your own seal. You will never press your fingerprints. That page of poems is probably a unique one. If If Fang Yun becomes a great scholar or even a saint in the future, Cai He will take advantage."

Wang Yuanjun looked livid and said, "I feel heartbroken when I think of the scene where Cai He snatched away the poem to protect the country. My heart is bleeding! I would rather trade my official position for this poem to protect the country!"

"Let's go! Go to his house for breakfast, lunch and dinner, for three days in a row! Otherwise it will be difficult to understand the hatred in my heart!" Su Juren said angrily.

"Walk!"

Everyone responded and walked towards the county government office with a smile.

Fang Yun shook his head, opened the door curtain and went in.

It was relatively dark inside the carriage, but Fang Yun saw a pair of bright eyes looking at him.

Yang Yuhuan's eyes showed shock, joy, relief, and even more admiration and admiration.

"Xiao Yun, you are so awesome!" Yang Yuhuan said excitedly, staring at Fang Yun intently.

"It's okay." Fang Yun was a little embarrassed.

Yang Yuhuan said: "How can you call it okay? Even I, a woman, know the reputation of Zhengguo Poetry. Look at those high officials, fighting over your affairs. I have never heard of such a thing. You Simply... no, you are a great talent! "

Fang Yun couldn't help but smile. Unexpectedly, Yang Yuhuan just wrote a poem, and Yang Yuhuan was like a crazy fan chasing stars. At this time, Yang Yuhuan was even more gorgeous and lovely.

Fang Yun took a careful look at Yang Yuhuan and said, "Sister Yuhuan, you have become beautiful again, but you are still thin, so you have to keep eating."

"Nonsense!" Yang Yuhuan blushed and lowered his head.

Mrs. Jiang complimented: "Master Fang is indeed a literary star. He wrote a poem and got the officials to fight. How can he pay it back in the future? But they won't really fight to the death, right?"

Fang Yun said with a smile: "You are worrying too much. Wang Yuanjun and Su Juren just acted out of anger. It's not that serious. Isn't there a poetry and poetry meeting? It's almost like a sparring match."

"That's good." Mrs. Jiang said.

Fang Daniu outside said loudly: "Master, I saw a war poetry meeting a few years ago. At that time, they wrote war poems with the theme of 'Fire'. Two scholars actually signed a life and death certificate, and one of them was burned alive." , miserable.”