The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Guan Yaoyuan and Yan Yue trembled, their eyes turned red, countless pages and handwriting flashed in their eyes, and finally were crushed by the invisible force.

The two groaned, bleeding from their ears and noses, and immediately became listless.

Guan Yaoyuan was better, he did not insult Fang Yun with poems, but was affected, but the Wen Palace was still cracked, and it would take decades to repair.

Yan Yue was the worst, his Wen Palace was full of cracks, and the statues in the Wen Palace were also cracked like spider webs. The needle-thick talent was like thin smoke floating in the wind, and it could no longer play the role of talent, and he could no longer use paper talk.

All the words he learned were torn, his eyes were confused, and he fell into temporary dementia. In the future, learning words will be constantly disturbed by invisible forces. The higher Fang Yun's literary rank, the stronger the force that interferes with him.

If Fang Yun does not die, Yan Yue will never be able to recover as a normal scholar, even worse than a student.

Wan Xuezheng sneered, "Do you think Fang Yun can't handle your insults because he doesn't have literary courage? He is a pre-sage student. Even if he doesn't have literary courage, as long as he can protect the country with one article and is determined, he will have literary courage for a moment! But I really want to thank you two fools on behalf of the students of Jingguo. You actually forced Fang Yun to write a national "courage-refining article". The ink is fragrant and the words are shining. This article is even better than the "Early Walk in Ji County"."

"He wrote three saints with one stroke and can protect the country with one article. He is worthy of being a pre-sage student. This kind of generosity is beyond the reach of ordinary people." The shopkeeper Tang praised. He is a businessman and a juren.

"This article is very reasonable. Confucius said: A gentleman lives in it, what is there to be ashamed of. It is the best counterattack against Yan Yue and others. No wonder the words are alive."

"The mountain is famous, the water is spiritual, and the opening of the article is magnificent and rare in the world, but this is secondary. The heart of being in a humble room and the heart of the saints is far beyond our generation, far beyond." Wan Xuezheng seemed ashamed and praised.

"This text has a literary courage, and some people overestimate their own abilities. It's not Fang Yun's fault."

Everyone was savoring it carefully, completely forgetting the two people who were injured by the instant literary courage.

Suddenly, there was another click, and everyone was slightly startled.

The wooden table in front of Fang Yun collapsed, and the page of the national treasure that crushed the table slowly fell down. It was obviously as heavy as a mountain, but at this moment it seemed as light as a feather.

Wan Xuezheng, who was standing by, was quick to pick up the inkstone, ink stick and ink-stained pen before the table collapsed to prevent the ink from splashing.

Nunu immediately rushed over, wanting to catch the paper from below to show off to Fang Yun, but the paper weighed a hundred pounds, and the petite Nunu was immediately pressed down by the paper.

"Yingying! Nunu! Nunu!" The little fox looked at Fang Yun with a crying voice, desperately asking for help. She was scared and couldn't understand why such a thin piece of paper was so heavy.

Fang Yun hurriedly bent down to pick up the paper. In other people's hands, the paper weighed hundreds of pounds, but in his hands, it was light and fluttering, no different from ordinary white paper.

The little fox immediately rolled up and stood up, walked around the broken table, and did not look injured at all. Then she looked up at the page of paper angrily, squinting her eyes, showing a threatening intention, as if she regarded the paper as a small animal that bullied her and must take revenge.

Fang Yun chuckled and said, "This is a good thing, you are not allowed to break it, do you hear me?"

The little fox immediately nodded dejectedly, pretending to be aggrieved that I was bullied and you didn't help me, then ran behind Yang Yuhuan, stood upright and hugged Yang Yuhuan's legs, stuck his head out, and looked at Fang Yun with resentment.

Nunu made everyone laugh.

Fang Yun put away the manuscript of "Humble House Inscription" and said, "Let's go in and talk."

Fang Yun, Tang Dazhanggui and Wan Xuezheng went into the house together. The people who came with Wan Xuezheng to deliver the reward also carried various gift boxes into the yard one after another and opened them one by one. There were silk cloths, gold and silver jewelry, and in one of the boxes was a blood-colored dried sea cucumber that was two feet long, but the sea cucumber was cut into thin slices and placed on top.

Nu Nu looked at the Dragon Palace blood ginseng eagerly, circling around the box non-stop. Obviously, he was greedy, but he never stretched out his claws. Finally, he cried out in pain and ran back to the house, out of sight, out of mind.

The students and scholars outside the door walked out one after another, but this "Humble House Inscription" was more outstanding than Fang Yun's previous poems and essays. They gathered at the entrance of the alley to reminisce the scenes of Zhenguo Wencheng, Sanli Piaoxiang, Yi Ye Broken Table, Wen Palace Cracked, etc., and enthusiastically discussed the noble character contained in this "Humble House Inscription".

People who were friendly with Liu Yanyue and Guan Yaoyuan surrounded the two men, not knowing what to do.

"It's a pity for Yanyue, he's still stupid. Why did he write that crooked poem to scold Fang Yun? Even if Liu... cough, can't he use indirect methods?"

"From now on, I'm afraid not many people will dare to attack Fang Yun head-on. A mere student has a moment of literary courage, which is simply a natural talent."

"Yes, I'm a little scared."

"Everyone, I'm not feeling well, so I'll take my leave first. I may need to take a leave to recuperate for half a year, and then take the state examination next year. I won't take it this year!" The man said, turned around and walked away quickly.

"Cowardly as a mouse! As long as the left prime minister is here, what are you afraid of!" Guan Yaoyuan said weakly.

Several people's eyes flickered.

When "Humble House Inscription" was written, Li Wenying, the director of the State Academy of Literature, was carefully annotating "Three Character Classic".

"Strange! This "Three Character Classic" is obviously easy to understand, but why do I feel mentally exhausted and can't write anymore after annotating only a hundred words every day. After waking up, I feel energetic, my literary courage is more refined, and my literary palace seems to have been strengthened. Could it be that this "Three Character Classic" is more profound than the "Pillow Notes"? Forget it, if you can't figure it out, don't think about it. I'm afraid Fang Yun himself doesn't understand it. After the annotation is finished, I will recommend this article to "The Holy Way". There are many university scholars and a great scholar to check it. The secret of this article will definitely be dug out."

Li Wenying continued to write stroke by stroke, writing very slowly, and the pen seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Suddenly, Li Wenying stopped writing, stretched out his hand to hold the official seal, looked up at the sky, and saw the blue sky and white clouds flashing in his eyes, like an eagle in the sky, seeing the whole picture of the city, and finally seeing where Fang Yun was.

After reading it carefully, Li Wenying couldn't help but shout: "Great! With this article to temper my courage, my chances of becoming a great scholar can be increased by 10%!"

After saying this, Li Wenying closed his eyes and couldn't help reciting "Humble House Inscription".

"The mountain is not high..."

Li Wenying was obviously reciting normally, but his voice became louder and louder.

When he recited "If there is a dragon, it will be magical", the whole state academy could hear it.

When he recited "Western Shu Ziyun Pavilion", his voice had spread to half of Jiangzhou. At this time, the voice was even louder, but most people couldn't hear it. Only those who were Jinshi or above could hear it.

When he finished reading, Li Wenying's voice echoed over the whole Jiangzhou.

"Confucius said: What's so humble about it!"

Li Wenying's heart moved, and he reached out to hold the official seal. His talent was suddenly exhausted in an instant, and he absorbed part of the power of the holy temple, turning into a huge and invisible righteous spirit, quietly sweeping across the whole Jiangzhou.

Outside Linjiang Town, a fish demon with a mouth full of blood carried a bone fork and walked slowly into the Yangtze River. On its bone fork hung half a man's body dripping with blood.

The righteous spirit swept past, and the fish demon was like entering boiling water, with smoke all over its body. It screamed and rushed to the Yangtze River. After only two steps, it fell to the ground and its body slowly turned into pus and blood.

Outside Yuhai City, a group of shrimp soldiers were eating three human corpses. Suddenly, they screamed in pain, and the flesh and blood in the translucent shrimp shells kept bursting, and finally died.

Outside Wangjiatun near the Monster Mountain, a golden-haired giant wolf with four limbs on the ground and still ten feet tall ate a boy, suddenly looked up at the sky, and then seemed to be frightened, turned into a residual shadow and quickly fled to the Monster Mountain.

However, all the righteous spirit in the sky suddenly gathered here, and finally turned into a ten-foot-long pen composed of strong white light, which was fiercely dotted on the giant wolf.

The back half of the giant wolf's body was smashed to pieces, and the wound was smoking. It healed for a while and was burned by the righteous spirit.

The giant wolf, the demon king, roared to the sky, cursed a few words in demon language, and quickly ran to the demon mountain with half of its body supported by its two front legs, dragging a long intestine behind it.

Li Wenying's body swayed, and he sat back on the chair, muttering to himself: "A demon king of the heavenly wolf clan actually secretly invaded Jiangzhou. What's the matter? What is the fox god it mentioned? Humph, fortunately, there is "Humble House Inscription" to sharpen my literary courage and make me alert in my heart, otherwise I would not be able to find this demon king. This matter must be reported to the court and the Holy Academy."

Li Wenying's mind moved, and two pages of paper flew up, and words appeared on them out of thin air.

A thought becomes a text.

The two pages of paper flew to the Chuanshu Hall with two whooshes and disappeared.

Li Wenying's face suddenly changed, and he said, "Not good! The first copy of "Humble House Inscription"!" After saying that, he took a step forward, and a group of white clouds appeared under his feet, with a radius of three feet.

Rising to the top.

The so-called blue clouds are not blue clouds, but white clouds above the blue sky.

However, the blue clouds disappeared immediately.

"My talent has been exhausted!" Li Wenying continued to shout, "Come on, prepare the car! Quick! Don't let others get ahead."

When Li Wenying was reciting "Humble House Inscription", Prefect Sun had already seen Fang Yun through the official seal of Wenbao.

Prefect Sun was a literary minister, and his ambition was to be a saint rather than an official career, so like Li Wenying, he recited silently after seeing it, and recited it twice. Part of his talent was consumed, but his spirit was better.

Prefect Sun strode out, angrily saying, "Fang Yun, Cai He asked you to come see me, but you didn't. This is outrageous! I want to ask you in person why you look down on me."

The scholar's staff said, "Sir, there are so many documents in the prefecture that have not been processed. Why are you going out? You are not pretending to be angry at all."

"Stop talking nonsense, and have someone prepare a car. If I were not afraid that Li Wenying would report me, I would definitely use the fast-paced war poem. Cai He has a copy of "Early Morning in Ji County". In just a few days, he wrote three short letters to show off to me. I can't stand this! This "Humble House Inscription" is several times better than "Early Morning in Ji County". I am determined to get it. Let's go!"

The prefectural government is in the west of the city, and the state government is in the east.

There is a witty saying in Jiangzhou to describe the three top people in the Academy of Literature, civil officials and the military in Jiangzhou. The court is decisive, the general is crazy, and the governor is always thinking.

At this moment, the old man-like Gezhou Mu was walking around in his room, thinking in his heart.

"That is a poem to strengthen the country and temper courage, and it is also the most rigid inscription for determination. It is of great benefit to me and can even make up for my temperamental weaknesses. Because the left prime minister and the literary prime minister were deadlocked, I was promoted by the queen mother to the governor of Jiangzhou. Until now, I have only been a Jinshi and have not been admitted to the Hanlin Academy. The highest I can be is the third-rank governor."

"If I can get his first copy of "Humble House Inscription", I will most likely pass the imperial examination and become a Hanlin. Even if I cannot become a prime minister, I will have the opportunity to become one of the six ministries and five ministers and become a councilor in the cabinet. At that time, I will not have to worry about offending the left prime minister."

"But if I take "Humble House Inscription", it is equivalent to promoting Fang Yun's literary reputation, which will inevitably offend the left prime minister in advance. What should I do?"

While Gezhou Mu was hesitating, carriages of high-ranking officials in the city set off from all directions and rushed to the same place.

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