The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

People kept climbing up to the top of Yushan Mountain.

A servant holding a tray was walking towards Fang Yun. There were small sachets on the tray, and dogwood was inserted in the sachets.

On the Double Ninth Festival, everyone wears dogwood sachets to ward off evil.

The servant walked to Fang Yun and stood still, not daring to disturb him.

The scent of dogwood and chrysanthemum spread on the top of Yushan Mountain, but no one cared about the smell of the festival. They only paid attention to the little Duke who was speaking with thunder.

Fang Yun looked at the little Duke, but he smiled as if he was just talking about something insignificant.

Fang Yun knew that Nangong Daru's coming was just the beginning, but he didn't expect that the little Duke would decide the champion in such a literary meeting.

All literary meetings must have prizes, which are mostly announced before the meeting. In the end, the champion of the literary meeting will get the best reward, and the rest will get the rewards in turn.

If the champion is to be determined, you can select the champion you think before the meeting starts, and offer more prizes, and in the end the champion will get everything.

Unlike ordinary prizes, once the championship is decided, the prize must be a treasure, and if one party takes out a treasure, the other party must take out a similar treasure.

Generally speaking, the champion will return the prize to his own party, and the other party can take the prize.

The most important thing is that one party must admit in public that he is inferior.

Fang Yun understood that the other party was not stupid enough to think that a literary meeting could defeat him, but slowly created one failure after another for himself. When multiple failures are connected, it will be like a collapsed dam, and it will be washed away by the flood in an instant.

Whether it is Nangong Daru or the championship this time, it is just the beginning, but once this hole is opened, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Fang Yun looked at the little Duke quietly, his breathing was still steady, but he felt that the fragrance of dogwood was more pungent.

The sun in the morning rose higher and higher, but Yushan was getting colder and colder.

Some scholars looked at the little Duke angrily. Nangong Daru's name was known to everyone. If Fang Yun competed with Nangong Daru for the champion, Fang Yun would definitely lose.

That's not just any ordinary scholar, but a great scholar who came prepared!

Fang Yun wanted to speak, but suddenly thought of something and didn't say anything.

"What? Fang Wenhou is scared?" The little Duke smiled.

Sai Shilang said: "The young Duke is also from Jing, why do you want to harm Fang Yun? If it spreads throughout Jing, the reputation of the Kang Palace will be ruined!"

The young Duke suddenly said seriously: "Uncle Sai misunderstood me. I want to give the prize to Fang Yun, not to Nangong Daru! The reason why I want to decide the champion is because Wuguo is bullying too much! Others say that Nangong Daru will definitely beat Fang Yun, saying that Nangong Daru will definitely beat Fang Yun, and that Nangong Daru will sweep away the face of our Jing people at the Chongyang Literary Conference, help Qingguo avenge, and help those Wu people whose literary courage was broken by the will of heaven. But, I don't believe it! In the world today, the number one poet must be Fang Yun, even if Nangong Daru is an old poet, he can't beat Fang Yun! Jingguo will win!"

The originally angry scholars gradually calmed down, and their eyes looking at the young Duke became particularly cold. They didn't expect the young Duke to be so despicable.

"Young Duke, are you serious?" A hoarse voice sounded.

This person was wearing a blue robe with embroidered clouds and sitting at the first table on the right. Others had wine glasses in front of them, but he had a large bowl in front of him.

Fang Yun looked at this university scholar from the side, and his tall hooked nose was very eye-catching.

Fang Yun did not know this person, but when he saw the hooked nose, he immediately guessed that this person was Zhou Junhu, the general of Jing State. His position in the army was second only to the Grand Marshal. He was stationed in the capital and controlled the most powerful imperial army of Jing State and the military power of all fortresses, checkpoints and fortresses in the capital.

This person was a madman before the age of 20, and he was bloodthirsty before the age of 40. After the age of 40, he cultivated his character and rarely spoke, but every time he spoke, it would make people tremble with fear.

The last time he spoke formally in public was on a snowy day after the defeat of Jing State last year, when he said a sentence to the left prime minister in front of the whole court of civil and military officials.

"If we meet in a place where there is no one, I will kill you with my pen."

As soon as these words came out, the snow turned into ice within a hundred miles of the capital, and all beasts were extinct.

It is said that the usually calm left prime minister also changed color, and the censors of the Supervisory Council wrote to impeach Zhou Junhu that day, but he still sits firmly in the position of general until now.

Someone once said that Li Wenying and Zhou Junhu must not be allowed to be together, otherwise once they get excited, they will dare to kill into the Dragon Palace.

The little Duke shook his body heavily, and finally looked at the people around him and said loudly: "Of course I take it seriously."

"You, don't leave the capital."

All the potted plants in the literary venue exploded, and the chrysanthemum petals of different colors flew into the sky and scattered everywhere.

A gust of wind blew, and the black scholar robe of the little Duke was broken into silk threads, flying in the sky with the chrysanthemum petals.

The little Duke's face was pale, but he still stood, but his chin was half an inch lower than before.

"Good!" Some people couldn't help but whispered.

Assistant Prime Minister Si Yueqing slammed the table and said in a deep voice: "Zhou Junhu, as a general of Jingguo and a great scholar, you actually want to kill a duke and a royal relative. What crime should you be punished for?"

Zhou Junhu raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, you dare to arrest me?"

"You..." Si Yueqing was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Zhou Junhu looked at Si Yueqing coldly, poured himself a bowl of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"The Grand Scholar of Jingguo is not good at anything else, but he is good at bullying children!" A white-robed scholar sneered.

"Uncle..." The little duke looked at the person around him gratefully.

Zhou Junhu glanced at the man and drank by himself.

"It seems that you also know that you are in the wrong." The man said.

Zhou Junhu seemed not to hear it.

A Hanlin general at the fourth table on the right laughed and said, "You, Jian Ming, are qualified to speak for General Zhou? Idiot! General Zhou didn't speak because you were born in a semi-saint family, and everything is far better than us. You are still a Jinshi at such an old age, you are simply a drunkard!"

"You..." Jian Ming gritted his teeth after saying that, and then suddenly looked at Fang Yun and said, "Fang Zhenguo, do you dare to decide the champion!"

Many Jingguo people sighed helplessly. Nangong Daru will definitely win, and Fang Yun cannot decide Nangong Daru as the champion. If he dares to decide himself as the champion, he will lose a cultural treasure. If he doesn't dare to decide, he will lose his courage.

Fang Yun slowly took out the Wenbao Zhendan Qin and said, "My sister Yuhuan has chosen me as the champion and gave me this Qin as a prize. If you can take out the Hanlin Wenbao, you can compete with me for the champion, otherwise don't embarrass the Jian family here!"

Jian Ming laughed and said, "You are just a juren, so you can only use the Jinshi Wenbao Qin. This Qin is not worth the Hanlin Wenbao."

"Oh, that's because you don't know that there is Minglei Stone Paint on this Qin." Fang Yun said.

Jian Ming was stunned. If the Jinshi Wenbao Qin had Minglei Stone Paint, its value would be much higher than the Hanlin Wenbao, almost equivalent to half a Daxueshi Wenbao.

Juren Wenbao of the semi-saint family is easy to get, and Jinshi Wenbao also has several pieces, but Hanlin Wenbao is less. Jian Ming, as a member of the Jiansheng family who is stationed in Jingguo, has only two Hanlin Wenbao, and one of them does not belong to him. Once the mission of stationing in Jingguo is over, he must hand over a Hanlin Wenbao.

"Nothing more than that." Fang Yun was about to put away the Zhendanqin.

Jian Ming stood up suddenly and said, "Why not decide the champion with you! I will decide the great scholar Nangong Leng from my Wu country as the champion!"