The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2340 Weird Poems

As a result, there was a spectacular scene of people writing poems in the human race. The number of poems that appeared on the discussion lists soared. Many people were not satisfied with writing even one poem and kept writing.

Soon, some scholars in Jingguo discovered that some scholars in Qingguo were secretly causing trouble.

Some scholars in the Qing Dynasty deliberately exaggerated Fang's luck to the sky, and even named him by name and said that Fang's luck surpassed all the saints.

There are also scholars from the Qing Dynasty who deliberately comment on the inferior poems written by people who are not even children, and laugh at how ridiculous those who praise Fang Yun are.

Not long after, some people from Jingguofang's party passed this news to Jingguo's senior officials.

Li Wenying was presiding over the literary meeting. After receiving the news, he glanced at the seats of scholars from Qingguo and found that those great Confucian scholars or bachelors were good, but those scholars with low literary status were already laughing at Fang Yun or Jingguo scholars.

Li Wenying presided over the cultural conference as usual. During the interval, he changed the topic and said with a smile: "This cultural conference is spread across ten countries in the world. It is inevitable that good and bad will be mixed inside and outside the human world. So, everyone present will act as a big wave and dig out the mud." Sha. Next, I will select some weird poems from the list, and you will select the best one, and Li will give him a hundred taels of silver to help him go back to school."

Many people seemed to find this kind of thing interesting, so they cheered and asked Li Wenying to read out those weird poems quickly for everyone's amusement.

Li Wenying coughed lightly and said: "I just glanced at the discussion list and saw a poem that made me want to laugh, so I will read it to everyone. Please listen..."

"My luck is so good, as high as the mountain; if I eat holy apricots, I will become a fool in no time!"

The last word of Li Wenying was deliberately not spelled out clearly and was recited in Jiangzhou dialect, but the scholars present immediately knew that the original word was "屌" with the prefix " corpse" added.

The scene was silent at first, and then burst into laughter.

Some scholars who were drinking tea couldn't control it and sprayed it out. The sound of popping could be heard in the venue.

"Talent!" A group of scholars laughed and cursed.

A military scholar cursed in a low voice: "Even if this person eats 10,000 holy apricots, he will not become a fool, he will only become a root hair!"

While Li Wenying was reading poems, many Fangdang scholars began to look for all kinds of weird poems.

After everyone finished laughing, Li Wenying said again: "Next, I will recite the second strange poem. Please listen..."

"When Fang Yun roars, everyone will follow; if Fang Yun ignores you, you are just a ball!"

Many scholars slapped the table and laughed, laughing so hard that they fell back and forth.

This ball and that hanging are completely connected. Hearing this kind of poem recited by a dignified Confucian at such an elegant cultural gathering forms a huge contrast and makes people laugh.

In fact, in private or small-scale literary gatherings, there are many vulgar jokes or poems, and everyone laughs them off, and no one shouts or kills them. However, this kind of joke suddenly appeared in this literary gathering, and everyone just laughed along with it.

Li Wenying shook his head, dumbfounded and said: "Li has learned a lot today. Our Holy Yuan Continent is really full of talented people. However, since it is a national compilation of poems with limited talents and limited knowledge, it is very valuable to be willing to participate, so please don't criticize them too much. They If we are not good at learning, we can’t make a fuss out of a molehill and use it to our advantage. Okay, I’ll choose another weird poem..."

Many people thought that this was one of the fixed programs of this Holy Apricot Literature Society, but only a very few people understood that when Li Wenying said this, he stopped some people's idea of ​​taking the opportunity to mock and attack Fang Yun, otherwise it was Making a fuss out of a molehill is just taking advantage of the problem. Moreover, those who laughed because of these poems were cleverly brought into his camp by Li Wenying. Everyone laughed, but they thought it was harmless. If anyone used these weird poems to attack Fang Yun, it would be equivalent to blaming the people who laughed.

Many scholars in Jingguo gradually learned about this incident and admired Li Wenying particularly. Li Wenying recited vulgar poems in public, which may be recorded by people with ulterior motives or even historians, and become a small stain.

However, Li Wenying didn't care.

Li Wenying resolved the potential crisis and the conference continued.

Suddenly, the great scholar Zong Xueyan stood up, first clasped his fists in all directions, and then said with spring thunder: "Saint Apricot was created by Fang Xusheng. This article will focus on chanting Fang Xusheng, which is natural. However, I found that you We have entered into a misunderstanding, why should we praise Fang Xusheng as long as it is a fair evaluation? I have also said, "If there is something, change it, if not, encourage it." It can be seen that Fang Xusheng is willing to accept criticism. Therefore, Zong kindly asks everyone not to blindly praise Fang Xusheng. Once the praise is excessive, it will become praise and death. Properly pointing out some of Fang Xusheng's shortcomings is also for his own good. If he can correct it, he will definitely make further progress, which will be a blessing to the human race!"

After Zong Xueyan finished speaking, he sat down carelessly.

The scene at the literary conference suddenly fell silent, and a few scholars mocked Zong Xueyan unceremoniously, but they could not use their tongues to express his anger. After all, Zong Xueyan's words stood on the moral high ground and were not wrong.

Many people who maintained Fang Yun did not speak out immediately. Firstly, they wanted to avoid being caught. Secondly, they wanted to act according to the situation and want to see what the Zong family or the Qingguo people were going to do.

At this time, a young Jinshi scholar among the scholars of Qing Dynasty spoke with spring thunder: "Jianmei Gong, please tell me, this article will only praise Fang Xusheng, or can we allow us to evaluate it fairly. If you say this article If you only allow people to praise Fang Xusheng, then I won’t stay here.”

Many people looked at the young Jinshi. This man turned out to be Feng Mo, the number one scholar in the Qing Dynasty last year.

Li Wenying looked cold and said slowly: "Young scholar, if I send a coffin to your father on his birthday, saying that people will die one day and will definitely need a coffin, what will you do? This Shengxingwen Society was caused by the distribution of apricots. Most of the Shengxing apricots were distributed by Fang Yun to scholars for free. Such a generous person, such a kind and righteous person, wrote an article or a poem at home, and you people can run to the Fang family to talk nonsense. It's just like reading "The Analects" to scold Confucius, using talent to scold Zhongni, there is no You have family education but no upbringing! This Shengxing Literary Society is originally Fang Yun's literary society. He did not prohibit Qing people from entering the literary society because they are all human beings. Instead, he gave you a reason to point fingers? I, Li Wenying, will say here, since you don't want to stay, get out of Shengxing Literary Society, I, Li Wenying, don't welcome you! I will give you a hundred breaths to get out of here. After a hundred breaths, I, Li Wenying, will kill all the uninvited guests! "

Hua La La...

Countless Jingguo scholars stood up and stared at Qingguo's top scholar Feng Mo.

Powerful fighting spirits rose above the literary academy, which was a sign that Jingguo scholars were united.

In Yueyang Tower Literary Academy, Li Wenying was the master of this place, controlling the power of the holy temple. If he wanted to kill someone, even if all the Qing people worked together, they could not stop him.

Many Qing people looked livid, and some Qing people stood up and glared at Li Wenying and those Jing people.

"The scholars in my Qing country are no less than those in the rest of the world! If we can't stay here, there will be other places for us!" After Feng Mo finished speaking, he stood up and walked out.