The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Most of those who were begged lowered their heads, only a few smiled, not hiding their pride.

"Four of you, forget it, don't ask for it, this literary gathering is just like life, it's good to see others win, and it's okay to laugh when you see others lose!" Chang Dongyun said.

"Chang Dongyun, you bastard, I treated you to wine for nothing back then!"

"After this literary gathering, I'll treat you to two drinks!"

"You have no mercy at all! I curse you to be broken!"

"It's better to break it than to be a waste paper in front of Fang Yun."

All those who were not in the same group with Fang Yun laughed at the same time.

Fang Yun smiled and shook his head, and continued to look at the literary stage.

The five people on the literary stage had already prepared a draft in their minds. After the order from the head of the Wei family, the five people picked up their pens and started writing.

As they were writing, orange talent appeared on the paper and gradually increased.

When the five people finished writing, one person's poetry talent reached one foot and one inch high, one inch higher than the county.

The other four people did not leave the county, and the person with the lowest talent was Liucun.

"Alas..." The man sighed lightly, bowed to everyone, and left sadly, which meant that no one knew what he wrote, which was equivalent to a complete failure.

Next, the head of the Wei family began to recite the poems of the four people one by one from the fourth place, and pointed out the names to make the four people famous.

After that, except for the first person who was still there, the other three left.

Finally, the head of the Wei family invited a Hanlin to come on stage to comment on the seven-character quatrain of the person ranked first, and every word was a pearl, which attracted a lot of applause.

The second group of five scholars came on stage.

Groups of people came on stage one after another, and left sadly one after another.

Fang Yun sympathized with the unknown fifth person in each group, but did not blame this elimination system, because the world was countless times more cruel than this literary meeting, and the small failure of the literary meeting was not even a lesson, but just a small setback that everyone would encounter.

Those who participated in this literary meeting were all Juren or Jinshi. In terms of talent and learning, Jinshi far exceeded Juren, but in terms of talent and ability in poetry, Juren and Jinshi were not much different.

The classics and policy essays emphasize learning, but poetry emphasizes talent.

Fang Yun had to admit that the scholars of Jingguo were too different from those of the big countries.

At the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, the candidates from ten countries came out. Although there were no national poems, there were many Dafu and Mingzhou poems, and the county would not cause any surprise.

But at this Double Ninth Festival, it was the last group's turn, and there was only one Dafu poem, not even Mingzhou.

However, Fang Yun found another problem. There were very few famous talents on the stage today. Some of them were not in the capital, but many of them were on the top of the mountain, but they did not participate in this literary meeting.

Fang Yun shook his head helplessly, understanding that those people were keeping themselves safe, fearing that they would get involved in the dispute between him and Nangong Daru, and even more afraid of getting involved in the dispute between the left seat and the right seat.

After a Hanlin commented on the poems of the fourteenth group, everyone walked down the stage, leaving only the head of the Wei family on it.

The head of the Wei family smiled and said, "Although what I'm going to say next is unfair to other literary friends, I still want to say it. Everyone, are you tired of waiting? Then don't wait, the last group of people will come on stage! The model of literati, the four praised scholars, the leader of the Holy Ruins, the top writer in the state, the top eight in the imperial examination, the twelve articles in the Holy Publisher, the cabinet walker, and the world's number one scholar Fang Yun Fang Zhenguo, please come to the literary stage!"

The cheers were thunderous.

Fang Yun stood up and bowed to all parties to thank them, and then walked quickly to the literary stage with the other four people.

The four people looked at Fang Yun with resentment, as sad as a child whose snacks were robbed for a year.

Fang Yun coughed lightly, bowed slightly, walked up to the literary stage, and walked to the fifth table.

Five people stood by the table, and one of them whispered: "It is said that at the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was a genius who hated Fang Yun to death because the emcee was going to introduce that person, but Fang Yun's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" spread all over the world, overshadowing that person's literary reputation. What that person wrote is still unknown, and I don't know how many tears he shed! How about the four of us compete first? The last one to leave, let the head of the Wei family recite the poems of the three of us first, and after we leave, let Fang Yun write by himself and let him compete with Nangong Daru for the first place."

"Don't dream about it. If we have a chance to resist, why should we beg those people? Look at the smiles of those people in the audience, I really want to jump off Yushan!"

"Let's write together, and jump together after writing!"

"Okay!"

The four people started writing together in grief and anger, but they only wrote one sentence. The four people looked up at the people in the audience at the same time and found something even sadder. Everyone was staring at Fang Yun alone!

Whether it was the great scholar or university scholar at the first table or the women and children in the distance, even the white fox didn't look at the four of them.

Even the head of the Wei family, who presided over the literary gathering, walked behind Fang Yun, and read with his tongue bursting with spring thunder while watching Fang Yun write. This was a treatment that no one had enjoyed before.

"I won't write anymore!" One person put down his pen in grief and anger, hurriedly walked behind Fang Yun, and stretched his neck to read.

The other three looked at each other, silently made the same move, and walked behind Fang Yun together.

The head of the Wei family read the title with his tongue bursting with spring thunder: "Remembering the brothers of Shengxu on the ninth day of the ninth month..."

Fang Yun continued to write.

"Alone in a foreign land as a stranger..."

After the head of the Wei family finished reading, everyone saw the orange-yellow talent rising from the paper, but it rose very little, only two inches, not only worse than many poets of the time, but also not as good as other people in the Chongyang Literary Meeting.

"Jiang Lang's talent is exhausted!" The little Duke whispered.

Lei Yuanting nodded with a smile.

Many people on the left seat shook their heads and sighed, seemingly regretful.

On the other hand, the person on the right seat said nothing and stared at Fang Yun nervously.

Fang Yun slowly wrote the second sentence, and the head of the Wei family also slowly recited it, and then everyone saw a strange scene that they had never seen before.

Every time Fang Yun writes a word, his talent rises five inches. His talent is not surging, it's like flying!

“I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season.”

After writing this second seven-character sentence, my talent on paper has increased by three feet and five inches!

Most people were stunned by this terrifying talent growth, and no one had ever seen such a phenomenon.

"The legendary sentence to conquer the country!" a Jinshi blurted out.

However, those with higher literary status did not care about this talent and vision, but were pondering the saying "I miss my relatives even more during the festive season."

Literary Minister Jiang Hechuan couldn't help but murmur to himself: "There are thousands of poems about missing relatives, but they can't match the seven words of Fang Yun."

"The true and deep emotion of this sentence has reached the state of returning to nature. The vocabulary is far inferior to that of "When will the moon shine at the beginning of the water tune song", but the feeling of longing in it is no less. As expected of Fang Zhenguo, I have written hundreds of poems, but I will never be able to write such a sincere yet simple poem.”

"In the first part, there is 'If love lasts for a long time, how can we live together day and night?', then there is 'The bright moon rises on the sea, and we share the same moment in the world', and then there is 'I hope that people will live forever, and we will share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart.' More from the past few days. It’s like “I won’t regret my clothes as my clothes get wider, and I’ll be haggard because of Yi.” Today, I add the phrase “I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season.” Fang Yun’s writing is so powerful that it’s probably unprecedented.”

"If Cao Zhi is reincarnated, I'm afraid he will personally take off the 'Crown of Eight Dou' and give it to Fang Yun."

Amid everyone's discussion, Fang Yun wrote the complete poem.

Alone as a stranger in a foreign land,

Every festive season, we miss our loved ones even more.

I know from afar where my brothers are climbing,

There is one less person planted with dogwood trees.

The ability breaks through four feet and officially controls the country.

Literary Minister Jiang Hechuan stood up and applauded slowly.

The rest of the people stood up one after another, including Nangong Leng, a great scholar from the Wu Kingdom, and even Tong Luan, the minister of the Ministry of War whose grandson died due to Fang Yun's fate, nodded slightly involuntarily.

The audience stood up for the third time at the Double Ninth Festival.