The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

After Wen Xiang finished speaking, the whole place was in an uproar and the students were talking about it.

"Wei Yu? Is it true that the rumor that he wants to fight for Fang Lun's superior position is true?"

"Isn't that Wei Yu? Bad luck! Stay away from this person."

"It's nothing to argue over him, but even Wen Xiang said that his heart is not right. I don't dare to stand within three feet of such a person. It would be too embarrassing for others to know!"

"How good-tempered Prime Minister Wen is, he actually provoked Prime Minister Wen to announce this matter personally, and he will definitely turn a blind eye from now on!"

The nearby students retreated one after another, staying away from Wei Yu like the plague.

Wei Yu's face looked as if it had been wiped with bitter bile, green and green. Even the little Duke and others around him found it difficult to calm down.

The minister of literature is the soul of a country's literati, and he would rather leave it vacant than choose an unqualified scholar to take the position. In the minds of scholars in Jingguo, his status is much higher than that of the monarch, second only to the semi-sage Chen Guanhai.

Lei Yuanting, who was among them, snorted coldly and said, "Wei Yu, can't you see that Wen Xiang favors Fang Yun?"

The young Duke immediately stared at Lei Yuanting and was so angry that he wanted to punch him. This man simply regarded Jingguo as the Lei family and dared to talk about Wen Xiang like this in Jingguo Academy. No great scholar is a soft persimmon, not even Jiang Hechuan No matter how good-tempered he is, he is still a person who has set foot on the holy path, and his heart is unquestionable.

Although the relationship between Prince Kang and Jiang Hechuan was at odds, the young prince did not dare to say anything bad about Jiang Hechuan in the capital, because Wen Xiang was not only in charge of a country's education and literary schools, but also sat in the capital, and controlled the power of the temple. The first of the three great scholars!

As long as the three great scholars are in the capital, with the help of the holy temple, even if the demon clan half-saints come to kill them, they will never come back.

Wei Yu sighed helplessly, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a huge sound suddenly exploded in the sky.

"So what!"

The sound carried a strong wind, blowing Wei Yu, Lei Yuanting, Xiao Guogong and others back continuously.

Lei Yuanting's face was red and purple. Although he was from the Lei family and was not afraid of Jiang Hechuan at all, his status was not high enough after all. If he was punished for speaking ill of Jiang Hechuan, the Lei family could only apologize and be embarrassed. All.

Qiao Juze, who was next to Fang Yun, laughed and said: "As expected of a great scholar, the words 'so what' are so wonderful! If Jing Guo and Wen Xiangruo did not favor Fang Yun, but were fair to outsiders who harbored evil intentions, that would not be Jing Guo. Literary appearance! I, Qiao Juze, am also partial to Fang Yun, so what!”

Fang Yun smiled slightly. Whether it was Nangong Leng of Wu Kingdom or Jiang Hechuan, the Minister of Literature, no matter what their holy path was, their actions were surprisingly similar. They were direct and straightforward. If they were placed on ordinary people, from a certain point of view, In some respects, it can even be said to be willful.

But this kind of willfulness is precisely what many adults cannot do.

Fang Yun vaguely understood that the Confucian scholars were no longer pursuing worldly things. They could deal with these trivial matters as they pleased. What they pursued was the holy way, and they were only cautious in front of the holy way. Everything under the holy way was not worth spending too much time on.

The Jingguo students present looked at Wei Yu and others with more and more disdain. To oppose the great scholar of Jingguo was almost equal to opposing Jingguo. It was almost treason. Most scholars would not tolerate such people.

Wei Yu turned to look at Fang Yun, his eyes shining with hatred. Today Wen Xiang said these words. No matter whether he wins or loses, the whole family will not be able to gain a foothold in the capital or even Jingguo. They can only move out of Jingguo and go to the Lei family.

"It's all your fault! Even if I die in Lingyan Pavilion today, I won't let you defeat me! Never!" Wei Yu's voice was low, but firm.

A white-robed Jinshi came steadily over. This man was handsome. At first glance, he looked no different from an ordinary student. However, upon closer inspection, you would find that this man actually had the authority that only an official could have.

Everyone could tell that there must be something important for him to move towards Fang Yun at this time, but both his steps and his expression were very calm, as if nothing had happened.

The man came close to Fang Yun, bowed deeply and said: "Neishe Younian apologized to Lord Wenhou. Yesterday he promised the small country to go to Lingyan Pavilion. He didn't know that it was against Lord Wenhou. I found out today, but It’s too late for me to regret it, and I hope Lord Wenhou will forgive me.”

"He who doesn't know is not guilty." Fang Yun's tone didn't mean any forgiveness, but there wasn't much disgust either.

Qiao Juze said curiously: "Brother Younian, even if you agreed yesterday, you should know it when we go to Lingyan Pavilion together today."

"But I have already promised, and I cannot go back on my words in front of the young Duke. I hope Lord Wenhou and Brother Qiao will forgive me." You Nian apologized again.

Fang Yun nodded slightly and said, "Is Lingyan Pavilion opening soon? I don't know how soon you can pass through this first pavilion?"

Qiao Juze said: "The first time I passed the Lingyan Pavilion, it took me about a hundred breaths to pass. The last time I passed the Lingyan Pavilion before becoming a Jinshi, I passed it in thirty breaths and got eight points."

Fang Yun nodded and said: "Brother Qiao can get eight chips, which is really a great person of his generation. A full booth can only get ten chips."

Chip is a counting tool made of bamboo slices. It is widely used, so some words are derived, such as slightly inferior. In Shengyuan Continent, this bamboo chip calculation is most commonly used, followed by calculations using heavenly stems and earthly branches.

Qiao Juze said with a smile: "Brother Fang, you are joking. With your ability, I am afraid that you are far better than I was back then. This Lingyan Pavilion is divided into two, and the first three pavilions are tested by the 'Six Arts of the Gentleman's Shooting, Control and Etiquette'. Then the four pavilions were tested respectively for piano, Chess, calligraphy, and painting. Let’s not mention the last four pavilions for now. My best result in the first three pavilions was a total of twenty-three. Now I’m afraid you can get at least twenty-one, or even twenty-four. It’s possible to raise more than me.”

You Nian, who was standing by, smiled and said, "With Lord Wenhou's talent, you can guarantee that you will pass the first three pavilions with ten chips in a year at most. By then, you will definitely be listed in the top ten of Lingyan Pavilion, and your portrait will appear in Lingyan Pavilion, and you will become a person respected by the ten countries."

"I haven't tried it myself, so it's hard to say." Fang Yun said modestly.

Qiao Juze nodded and said, "Yes, you are too young after all. You spend a lot of time reading every day. Your poems, classics and policy essays are unparalleled, but you don't have much time to practice hunting. However, you have a strong literary courage. As long as you use your literary courage to guide you, your hunting will never be less than six chips, and you can easily pass the first pavilion."

"I'll take your good words." Fang Yun said.

At this moment, Fang Yun felt the world shake, and immediately looked forward, and saw a tall wooden building with golden light appearing in front of him. There were white clouds under the wooden building, and from the middle of the wooden building, there was smoke above, and the name of Lingyan Pavilion was well deserved.

Thousands of people walked towards the wooden building together.

Fang Yun walked forward, stepped on the soft clouds and walked up the stairs. He saw the words "hunting" on the spacious gate. Then he entered the gate. The scenery in front of him changed. He actually came to a grassland, and there were two rows of various bows and arrows on both sides of him.

There were all kinds of bows, such as king bows, arc bows, clip bows, carved bows, long bows, horn bows, etc., and there were also a wide variety of large arrows, trident arrows, small chisel arrows, crescent arrows, etc. All the bows and arrows that appeared in the world were available here.

Every two people were separated by a long row of bow and arrow racks. On Fang Yun's left was Qiao Juze, and on his right was You Nian.