The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2342: Whales Swimming in the Sea

Yan Yukong finished writing, picked up his national poetry page with both hands, nodded gently, and said: "I had the idea of ​​reciting Fang Yun many years ago, but every time I made a draft in my mind, it was not as good as expected. Today, after hearing Mr. Chi's poem, it was like a light in my heart, and my talent surged. In this way, I have also fulfilled my wish for many years."

Zong Wude, who was sitting next to him, asked: "What is your wish?"

"Let Fang Yun look at my poems and say sincerely, seriously, and honestly, it's a good poem!" Yan Yukong smiled.

The whole audience smiled, perhaps this is the wish of all scholars.

Ji Anchang looked at Yan Yukong, frowned, and whispered to the people around him about Yan Yukong's life experience.

However, many people from Qing looked at Yan Yukong angrily.

These Qing people stayed here originally to see the Qing scholars surpass the Jing people. After all, Fang Yun was not here, and this was a rare opportunity. But Yan Yukong, as a Qing person, actually helped Jing and praised Fang Yun.

If it was just reciting poems to praise Fang Yun, it would not be a big deal, but now Yan Yukong's poems praising Fang Yun have become the country's national poetry, which means that if Qing can't come up with a more talented national poetry, it will be a complete failure.

Yan Yukong almost cut off the way for all Qing scholars to attack Fang Yun.

Some Qing people whispered, and some spoke loudly. They didn't dare to attack Fang Yun openly, but only dared to hint.

"Alas, the world is going downhill, and the praise is too heavy, which is not conducive to the growth of a generation of virtual saints!" An old scholar of Qing sighed with a beard.

Zhang Poyue, who was sitting in the Jing State seat, glanced at the old scholar and said contemptuously: "No one has ever praised you to death, but you still have a lot of beards and have not grown any progress!"

Laughter was heard everywhere in the literary gathering, and the old scholar's face turned red, wishing he could get under the table.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in old blue clothes stood up and stood in the Qing State seat, standing out like a crane among chickens.

Three champions in one family, four scholars in father and son, Ji Anchang.

"Brother Poyue, it is a bit rude to accuse a kind old man like this."

Ji Anchang's voice spread throughout the venue.

Most of the young people present did not know this person, and they talked about it in a low voice. After learning about Ji Anchang's identity, the people at the scene were polarized. One side admired his achievements in poetry and lyrics in the past. After all, he had written a war poem that was handed down from generation to generation. The other side despised him for fleeing without fighting when facing Li Wenying in the past, and now taking advantage of Fang Yun's absence to provoke.

Zhang Poyue has never been afraid of anyone. Even if the other party is a great scholar, Zhang Poyue opened his mouth and said: "Jinshi slanders a great scholar, so you are righteous?"

Ji Anchang looked regretful and said: "I have been away from Shengyuan Continent for many years. I have devoted myself to hard work and sharpened my body and mind, but I never thought that the neighboring country's morals are declining and people's hearts are not as good as before. I also regard Fang Yun's poems and essays as my standard. I read them repeatedly and I can't sleep even if the roosters crow. However, the human race is constantly growing, and each generation is stronger than the previous one. The most feared thing is to be complacent. Brother Wenying and I are old friends. Even if I criticize Fang Yun, he will show mercy. However, I am not targeting Fang Yun, but just reciting a poem to express my feelings about the current trend."

Ji Anchang's words caused dissatisfaction among many Jing people, but many people can only suppress their anger. It is not easy to refute loudly at this time. Moreover, Ji Anchang was very well-known in the two countries at that time. Without Fang Yun, Quanguang Country could not find a person who could suppress this person.

Li Wenying stood on a low platform not far away, nodded gently, and said: "After many years of separation, Brother Anchang is more elegant than before. Please recite your masterpiece to entertain the readers of the world."

Ji Anchang pondered for a moment and recited the poem aloud.

"Fang Yun's poems have been passed down by thousands of people, and they are no longer fresh. There are talented people in every generation, and each of them leads the trend for decades."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a roar of applause from the Qing Kingdom seat.

"Good!"

"A wonderful poem! A good poem!"

"A good one that is no longer fresh. My ears have become calloused from hearing it."

"Talented people emerge in every generation, and each of them has been the leader for hundreds of years. This is a good sentence and a good work, and it speaks out the secret of heaven! We Qing people are not inferior to Jing people!"

"This poem is far better than the county, and should also be better than Dafu. It has the talent of Mingzhou! Perhaps it will not be long before it can protect the country!"

The people of Qing praised one after another. Zhang Poyue, who was not far away, said seriously: "The scholars of Jing country are seriously learning from Mr. Ji Anchang. His poem is about Fang Yun on the surface, but it is actually about himself. The birth of Fang Yun, a great talent, made Ji Anchang's poems no longer fresh and could only be popular for decades. If this poem is about Fang Yun, at least it will say 'each has been the leader for tens of thousands of years'!"

Many people of Jing supported Zhang Poyue.

So, a Qing person said: "Zhang Poyue, how about you recite a poem?"

The clamor of both sides stopped, and they all looked at Zhang Poyue.

"Okay! I'll write a poem." Zhang Poyue stood up and looked proudly at the people of Qing.

Zhang Poyue didn't say much, and said: "Talent and strength will never surpass Fang Yun. Who is the hero now? Look at the emerald orchid, and don't catch the whale in the blue sea!"

After hearing this, the people of Qing couldn't refute it for a while, but the irony of this poem was very strong.

This poem is saying that those who criticize Fang Yun now will never be able to surpass Fang Yun. No one can be as outstanding as Fang Yun and rank above the heroes. Those people's poems are like kingfishers flying on orchids, weak and weak, gorgeous and delicate, while Fang Yun's poems are like riding a whale on the sea, grand and majestic.

This poem is simply pointing at those people's noses and scolding them.

Everyone in Jingguo applauded. Zhang Poyue's poem was not as fluent as Ji Anchang's, but it was more powerful. No one could say that this poem was inferior to Ji Anchang's.

Ji Anchang nodded slightly, but a trace of imperceptible vigilance flashed in his eyes. He did not expect that Jingguo would have undergone earth-shaking changes after he left Shengyuan Continent for several years. Yan Yukong was fine, as he was from Qingguo, but Zhang Poyue was not well-known in those days, but now he has become a big name. The words of holding a whale and swimming in the sea are not something that ordinary people can say.

Zong Xueyan on the side explained in a low voice that Zhang Poyue had once led the navy and fought against the monsters and barbarians. He was also a legendary figure, so it was not surprising that he wrote such poems.

Zhang Poyue said loudly: "Mr. Anchang, please write another poem. After all, even a university scholar like me can write one off the cuff. You were known as the Little Poet Saint of Qing State!"

Many people of Qing State changed their faces when they heard the title of "Little Poet Saint", because this title had long been taken by Fang Yun. Whether in quantity or quality, Ji Anchang was far from being comparable to Fang Yun.

Zong Xueyan hurriedly whispered to remind: "Zhang Poyue is afraid that you have better poems and essays to suppress Li Wenying, so he deliberately provoked you to make it in advance. If it is good, Li Wenying will not make a move. If it is bad, Li Wenying will definitely recite a poem."

"I am just afraid that Li Wenying will not make a move!"

After Ji Anchang finished speaking, he stood up and recited like Zhang Poyue without saying a word: "There is nothing more strange than the strange, and one wave moves and thousands of waves follow. I only know that when the poem is over, Fang Yun is exhausted, but who is the one who is surging in the vast sea?"

The people of Qing State immediately praised.