The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"Ghosts also have feelings." Yan Yukong was the first to read it and handed over the last page.

Everyone finished watching it one after another, and many people were still immersed in the love story between Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen.

In Shengyuan Continent, novelists are not taken seriously. Even if there are novels, they are mostly based on education. Although the previous "Romane of the West Chamber" and "The Legend of White Snake" also have the idea of ​​educating people, in general, they are mainly about stories. That’s why it is so popular among the world and its sales volume is astonishing.

"The story of "A Chinese Ghost Story" is no less than that of "The Romance of the West Chamber" and "The Legend of White Snake." Fang Yun has the ability to reinvigorate novelists." Jia Jing'an said.

Shopkeeper Tang suddenly said: "Since the ban on the turtle demon general has been lifted, why don't you write a biography of the White Snake to record the true story between the scholar and the White Snake and pass it on to future generations?"

Fang Yun said: "Okay, then I will write a postbiography and publish it together with the "White Snake" that will be printed later."

Fang Yun went back to the house and wrote a more than 2,000-word "The Story of the White Snake" and gave it to shopkeeper Tang Da. Shopkeeper Tang Da quickly left with three manuscripts, saying that they would be published simultaneously across the country the next day!

Fang Yun knew that he could do it with Xuanting Shuxing's ability, but he didn't care about the publication time.

In the evening, Fang Yun and all his friends went to Wangjiang Tower to participate in the celebration banquet.

Everyone thought that Fang Yun would write a good poem at the celebration banquet, but Fang Yun said that today was just a celebration and apology, without writing a poem, so everyone had to give up.

Wangjiang Tower is a famous restaurant in Dayuan Prefecture. Many literati and poets have left their names in this building. Today, because Fang Yun rented out the entire restaurant, all the distinguished literati in Dayuan Prefecture came to congratulate him.

I don’t know who told the story about Fang Yun’s banquet at Wangjiang Tower, which attracted a large number of literati in Dayuan City to come uninvited, and more and more people came to Wangjiang Tower. As a result, the whole Wangjiang Tower didn’t know what was going on. The sleep evolved into a literary gathering.

Fang Yun made up his mind to keep a low profile today. He first announced that he would not write poetry today, and then said that he would be the winner of today's literary competition. There were two competitions, one for scholars and one for candidates. The first place in each competition would get one of his pieces. In the couplet, the second place will get one thousand taels of silver, and the third place will get five hundred taels.

The things in Fang Yun's Yinjiang Bei are divided into two categories. They are either extremely valuable items, such as Jinshi Wenbao, mysterious stones, etc., or they are all kinds of ordinary utensils. There is really no way to come up with a suitable lottery now. , can only give out a thousand taels of silver.

To Fang Yun, this thing is worthless, but to an ordinary scholar, a thousand taels of silver is a huge sum of money, not to mention Fang Yun's autographed couplet.

In Jiangzhou, especially in Dayuan Prefecture and Yuhai Prefecture, many superstitious old people regard Fang Yun as the Wenqu star descended to earth. Thousands of family members have set up memorial tablets for Fang Yun, and visit them in the morning and evening, praying that their children and grandchildren will be blessed by Fang Yun and pass the exams. .

Passed on to ten, and passed on to hundreds, more scholars came to Wangjiang Tower. In the end, there were too many people in Wangjiang Tower, and those scholars who had finished writing poems could only leave and wait for the final result outside the door.

Late at night, everyone selected the top three talents and candidates.

"Please give Marquis Fang Wen a couplet!" After Magistrate Sun, who presided over the cultural gathering, said this, Fang Yun walked down from the second floor. People crowded in the stairs stood to one side to make way, and those below also made way to the center of the main hall. .

The main hall was blocked by scholars and officials. Many people outside the door stretched their necks to look in, and those on the outside had to jump up and down to look.

Fang Yun came to the table in the middle and handed over to the people around him. Pens, ink and paper were all ready. The paper for hyphens was also divided into three types: long, medium and short. Fang Yun could choose as he pleased.

Fang Yun picked up the pen, looked around, and said: "Everyone has seen what happened in the past few days. If you can come here, you must support someone from my side. Those who want me to give up the exam probably don't have such thick skin." Come."

Everyone chuckled.

"When I was playing the role of "Bitter Meat", I was fully aware of what was happening in the outside world, which was a good training for me. Thank you to those who attacked me, because you made me stronger and more courageous!"

There was a lot of praise.

"I've been filled with emotions these past few days and have a lot to say, but since there are too many, I won't say them anymore. Instead, I'll write a couplet to express my gratitude to you all!"

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he picked up his pen and wrote two couplets.

We know the pines and cypresses when the weather is cold, and we know true love in times of adversity.

Horsepower can be seen from afar, and people's hearts can be seen from time to time.

This couplet is not a couplet, but the truth contained in it is extremely true. Everyone sighed softly after seeing it. Indeed, this incident such as the Holy Pen Commentary is a friend in need, and time can reveal a person's heart.

These words are not very profound, but they are enough as long as they are true.

Many elderly people chewed these sentences carefully and found them more and more reasonable, especially the first sentence which simplifies the words of Confucius.

Fang Yun wrote it again, one for the chief scholar and one for the chief minister, and then everyone cheered loudly.

Late at night, the celebration banquet was over, and the scholars left reluctantly. Many people exchanged famous assassinations, and the famous assassinations received by Fang Yun were piled up near Yinjiang Bei, half a person high.

With famous thorns, you can send urgent letters to their owners, or you can directly use these famous thorns to visit their friends, which is one of the main ways to broaden your network.

On the way home, Fang Yun received a letter from Chen Xibi.

"The young Duke of Kang Wang's family sent a letter asking why the warden Yu Yin was imprisoned. I have already reported it to Governor Lu. Governor Lu said that nobles are not allowed to interfere in politics. If the young Duke dares to do this again, he will definitely submit a memorial to him. ”

Fang Yun sat in the carriage and thought deeply.

There are many princes and daughters of Kang, but only two princes have extremely high status, and the others have almost no power.

One is the prince of Kang, born to the previous queen of Kang, and the legal heir of Kang, but his mother has passed away.

The other is the little Duke, who is born to the new queen of Kang, and the new queen is from the Liansheng family. The little Duke is the grandson of the current Liansheng family, and has a prominent status. He is not just an ordinary noble, but also a learned scholar.

Fang Yun did not expect the little Duke to be so smart. With his status, he could have sent a letter to ask for the release of people, but he was just asking, which is actually no different from asking for the release of people, but it can avoid the blame of the censors of the Supervisory Council. Lu Hongyi's reaction was a bit too radical, and he should not have said it so directly.

Chen Xibi sent a letter, obviously worried about the power of the little Duke, asking whether to let Guan Changyu go.

Fang Yun replied: "I will never let him go until he is detained for a full month!"

Not long after, Cai He sent a letter.

"An old friend sent me a letter, hoping that I can persuade you to let go of Guan Changyu and give the young Duke some face. What do you think?"

"He wants face, but I, Fang Yun, don't want it? This is the price for robbing my longevity fruit! Unless Guan Changyu's elders come to admit their mistakes in person, there is absolutely no room for maneuver in this matter!" Fang Yun's reply was unceremonious.

Cai He looked at Fang Yun's reply and sighed.

Minister Jiang Hechuan sat cross-legged by the river, his eyes closed, his beard and eyebrows were white, and his long silver-white hair was scattered behind him, looking like an ordinary person.

"He refused?" Jiang Hechuan said with his eyes closed.

"Yes. Alas, it's just a small matter, why did you have to quarrel with the grandson of the master of the Lian family?"

"So he will go further than you in the future! If he was a student or a scholar, would he dare to do this?"

"At that time, he didn't dare to offend such a person."

"If he doesn't change when he becomes a juren, there will be no chance in the future. Good. This boy is more promising than you."

Cai He complained: "I am your student. I finally carried a 500-jin table to send you. Why are you praising an outsider?"

"Stop talking nonsense and continue to experience the Wudao River!" Wen Xiang waved his hand, and Cai He's back was hit by an invisible force. His body rushed forward involuntarily and fell into the Wudao River.

Cai He squatted in the waist-deep river water, with his head exposed, looking at Jiang Hechuan with his eyes closed with grievance. Only their direct disciples knew that this highly respected Wen Xiang never showed mercy when educating his disciples.

"I will keep Fang Yun's good things for myself in the future!" Cai He thought.

Because he was going to the Book Mountain tomorrow, Fang Yun did not drink a drop of wine. After returning home, he read as usual.

Before becoming a student, reading was more boring and tested people's endurance, but the higher the literary position, the stronger the feeling of reading.

Now every time Fang Yun comprehends new knowledge, he will have an unusually comfortable feeling in his mind, as if he has received a spiritual baptism.

At a certain level, that feeling is no longer strong, but becomes as mellow and long-lasting as fine wine, even making people slightly drunk.

Every time he comprehends, it seems to be a spiritual transformation.

After reading, Fang Yun went to bed early. After sleeping for two hours, the sky was bright, and he got up to wash and eat.

Those friends from Shengxu came one after another and went to the Wenyuan together.

The front of the Wenyuan was still lively, but it was much worse than the day of the imperial examination.

Fang Yun said goodbye to his friends and entered the state Wenyuan.

All the Juren who were after the 20th on the Juren list, when they saw Fang Yun, they were extremely respectful or called him Wenhou or Fangxiong, and their gratitude was overflowing with words.

When the time came, everyone entered the main hall of the temple.

Then the main hall door closed.

Fang Yun blinked his eyes involuntarily as he saw a familiar scene.

There was a green grass under his feet, a small river in front of him, and nine green mountains across the river, one higher than the other. The sky in the distance was azure blue, just like the sky after the great scholars used their power to sweep away the dust before the foreign monarchs came to Beijing.

Fang Yun smiled slightly, but then showed a confused look, not wanting others to see that he still remembered the mountain of books.

More than 30,000 candidates stood on the green lawn. Some of the candidates who couldn't hold their breath shouted and kept touching their bodies, but most of them looked around carefully without making a sound.

Most people were on guard, but suddenly one person shouted loudly with a tongue bursting with spring thunder: "Where is Fang Zhenguo?"

Most of the candidates around Fang Yun were from Jingguo. They subconsciously moved closer to Fang Yun, protecting Fang Yun and facing that person.

Before Fang Yun could speak, a scholar shouted, "What do you want to see Fang Wenhou for?"

"Jingguo accent? Haha, of course I want to thank him! Our Sizhou admitted 500 scholars, and Shushan originally only admitted 100 scholars. I happened to be ranked 101st. If it weren't for Fang Yun, I would never have wanted to enter Shushan in my life. Naturally, I want to thank this great benefactor!"

The scholar of Jingguo looked back at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled and bowed to the man, saying, "Fang Yun is here. If you want to thank someone, you should thank the saints. They have the final say."

The big man bowed to Fang Yun seriously, and then said, "Qu Zhengxiang of Qiguo Sizhou, thanks Fang Yun!"