The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2421: The night is too quiet to write a quatrain

His voice was not loud, but the power of a great scholar made his voice spread for miles, and everyone in the pleasure boat could hear it.

The sound of the piano stopped.

Between the two boats, there was only the sound of water flowing.

Then, a clear and melodious voice sounded.

"The night is too quiet to write a quatrain, I am afraid of startling the stars falling into the cold water!"

Ji Anchang was suddenly stunned, and a flash of panic in his eyes was hard to hide.

Who is calling the poet saint on the river, let me see his beautiful articles.

The night is too quiet to write a quatrain, I am afraid of startling the stars falling into the cold water!

Ji Anchang was saying, who dares to call the poet saint on this river, if you have the ability, come up with a really good poem and article for people to see.

The first sentence of the responder seemed very modest, saying that the night was too quiet and he didn't want to write poetry, but the second sentence was very powerful. It was not because he was afraid of Ji Anchang, but because he was afraid that the poem was too good and would startle the stars in the sky. If the stars fell into the water, it would break the tranquility at the moment.

Ji Anchang felt like he was bumping into a mountain, and had the illusion of being bullied.

Ji Anchang was speechless. He just said it out of anger and provocation. He didn't expect the other party to respond immediately, and he opened his mouth with a poem that was full of vigor and momentum. This was definitely not something that ordinary people could do. Not to mention himself, even Li Wenying and even the famous poets in history might not be able to respond in such a short time and blurt out such a majestic poem.

Ji Anchang's eyes flickered. If someone made such a poem at the literary meeting, he could accept it. After all, it would be brewed and might even miss the topic. But this was his own initiative. The other party had no time to prepare at all. Who was this person?

"With such momentum, could he be a half-saint?" Ji Anchang's right hand trembled slightly, and the harm of many days of alcoholism finally manifested itself in his body.

Ji Anchang kept thinking in his heart, trying to resolve the dilemma at the moment.

However, Ji Anchang didn't know how to deal with it even if he tried his best. The other party's poem was too good, which completely sealed his mouth. No matter what he said, he couldn't get around it.

After a few breaths of silence, Ji Anchang suddenly realized that he was a great scholar, and even if he encountered an opponent, he would not be like this. The reason for this was that he was overwhelmed by the other party's writing and his mind was confused.

Ji Anchang was sad from the heart, thinking that the territory of Jingguo was simply the grave of his literary reputation. He was scared to pee his pants back then, and a few days ago, he was overwhelmed by Li Wenying's writing at the Shengxing Literature Conference and made a fool of himself. Now it is even more miserable. After sleeping, he kicked the iron plate with a casual provocation on the river, and was inadvertently overwhelmed by literature.

What kind of person can suppress a great scholar with literature?

Ji Anchang didn't even think about it, and he didn't foolishly show his noble status as a great scholar, because he knew that the other party was at least a great scholar, and might be a great scholar with a higher status and reputation than himself.

Ji Anchang's mind emerged with the university scholar and great scholar he knew back then, but he found that he had never heard that voice before.

Afterwards, Ji Anchang tried his best to recall the voices in the pleasure boat. Before, he was not fully awake, and he did not pay special attention to those voices, and did not think about it carefully. But now he carefully verified it with the voices in his memory. Suddenly, his face changed drastically, his body stiffened, and he stared at the seemingly ordinary pleasure boat with a dull look.

The person who praised "famous all over the world" had a voice very similar to Li Wenying.

As for the one who called Fang Yun "poet saint", it was none other than the great writer Yi Zhishi.

Ji Anchang felt that his brain was not enough, and he could not understand why these people appeared on this ordinary pleasure boat.

"Is there really a half-saint here?"

Ji Anchang's back was covered with cold sweat, and he dared not move, for fear of angering the possible half-saint.

At this time, the voice responding to the poem sounded again: "It turned out to be Mr. Anchang. Fang is resting and it is inconvenient to go out. I hope I will forgive me for not welcoming you."

Hearing the word "Fang", Ji Anchang was stunned at first, and his regret in his heart became even greater.

When he just returned to Shengyuan Continent, he didn't care about Fang Yun. He just thought he was a particularly talented genius. He just wanted to beat Li Wenying. But as he got to know Fang Yun better, he found that the gap between him and Fang Yun was as big as the Milky Way.

As for Li Wenying, he could only defeat him in a literary battle. He was confident in other aspects. Moreover, Li Wenying acted with the word "brave". He was decisive but too direct when encountering things. It was easy for people to guess his words and deeds and avoid them in advance. It took Li Wenying more than 30 years to gain a firm foothold in Jingguo step by step and have his own power.

Ji Anchang once carefully observed Fang Yun's experience and found that Fang Yun was completely different from Li Wenying. He was brave when he should be brave, killed the Dragon King, occupied Jiaosheng Palace, and his actions in Ning'an City were even more radical than Li Wenying.

But on the other hand, Fang Yun was scheming when he should be scheming. Almost by his own strength, he built an iron-clad Fang Party in Jingguo in just a few years, so that officials from other factions are now secretly vigilant.

Ji Anchang suddenly realized that his previous feeling was right. Even Li Wenying could suppress him and almost drive him crazy. If Fang Yun took action, it would really be bullying him.

But what should he do now?

Ji Anchang was completely confused. Was it not enough to be humiliated in the Shengxing Wenhui? He had to be humiliated again in front of Fang Yun?

Both sides were silent for a long time, and Fang Yun's voice came again.

"Since Mr. Anchang has something to do and cannot board the ship, let's talk another day. I see that Mr.'s mind and body are seriously damaged. If you continue, you may hurt your foundation. Please cherish your body. The body is the foundation of the holy way."

Ji Anchang immediately understood that Fang Yun was setting him up and tried to persuade him. His face turned red and he cursed in his heart that he had lived a long time and was not as generous and capable as Fang Yun. He immediately said in embarrassment: "If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely do it. Come visit me and ask for poetry.”

In the end, Ji Anchang also gave in.

So, on the boat, everyone saw a funny scene.

The dignified scholar rolled up his sleeves, held the paddle in both hands, and rowed away quickly.

Yi Zhishi was stunned for a while and then said: "I met this person back then, but I didn't know that this person actually liked to pretend to be a market person and enter the world to practice."

On the other side, Ji Anchang, who was on the boat rowing for a long time, suddenly froze and thought to himself: "I am a great scholar. I can definitely leave in a flat boat. Why was it that after hearing what Fang Yun said, I was so scared that I could only row a boat?"

Seeing that he was not far from the shore, and fearing that others would find out his identity, Ji Anchang gritted his teeth and continued rowing.

Without seeing him, just hearing his voice, Ji Anchang fled in panic like a frightened bird.

On the painted boat, there were two ordinary harp girls in the outer room who continued to play the harp, while in the inner room, Fang Yun was sitting on a deck chair, half lying on it, with his body covered with thick white bear skin.

Fang Yun's condition at this moment, apart from his pale complexion and slightly weak breathing, was not much different from before.

Below him, Yi Zhishi and Li Wenying were sitting across from each other. A little further away, state pastor Dong Wencong and others were accompanying him.

Li Wenying smiled and said: "What a trick. I racked my brains and spent all my life studying to compose a poem to overwhelm him once. It would be better for you to just scare him into running away with a few sentences."

Fang Yun said: "It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. The reason why I used an ordinary boat to swim on the river to receive Mr. Zhuji was to have some peace and quiet. Who knows, it won't be quiet anymore. Please don't flatter me again in the future."