The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

As soon as Fang Yun arrived in Kongcheng, he received a few letters, all from his friends in Shengxu, saying that they would come together.

After reading them, Fang Yun shook his head. These Shengxu scholars were bored because of Shengxu. They had been having fun these days. After climbing Mount Tai on Double Ninth Festival, they played all over Qingguo and Kongcheng. It was just right for them to come together to watch the Ten Kingdoms Competition.

Those who participated in the Ten Kingdoms Competition were the upper-class scholars of each country. Among the Shengxu scholars, only Fang Yun and Yan Yukong were not inferior to the Jinshi of each country in Lingyan Pavilion. They entered the upper-class scholars of Jingguo and Qingguo respectively, so they could participate in the Ten Kingdoms Competition.

The dormitory area of ​​Jingguo was a row of 20 wooden buildings with independent courtyards. After Fang Yun entered and took a short rest, he heard the door being pushed open. A group of Shengxu scholars who had played wild came in with wine and vegetables, laughing and joking.

Fang Yun smiled helplessly and greeted them.

"Hello, Fang Manchou! I am Zong Wude, and I have always wanted to strangle you to death!" Zong Wude walked in with a jar of wine in each hand.

"We must strangle Fang Twelve, otherwise we will never get ahead!" Li Fanming shouted, holding up a string of greasy paper bags.

"I won't strangle you, but I understand how they want to strangle you!" Yan Yukong smiled and took out a rolled blanket from the Yinjiangbei, threw it on the ground, kicked it, and spread it out.

Everyone put out dishes and drinks, drank and talked, and soon, the upper-class Jinshi of Jingguo joined in, and then people from other countries who wanted to visit also joined in, and finally fifty people gathered together, forming a small-scale literary gathering.

Everyone talked about everything until late at night.

The first day of October is the publication date of the monthly "Sacred Way" and the ten-day "Literary Newspaper".

Countless people gathered outside the Jingguo Academy, from high-ranking officials of the Hanlin Academy, to scholars and literati, to peddlers and hawkers. Tens of thousands of people blocked the bookstore selling the monthly "Sacred Way", and the number of people increased, so that the academy had to temporarily open three sales outlets.

Before the official sale of "The Holy Way", all the people of Jingguo were extremely excited and talked about it.

The calmest people were the small vendors selling books and newspapers at Xuanting Bookstore. They pushed small carts, dressed in uniform clothes, and the banners and banners on the carts were also uniform.

"For the first time in the history of "Shengdao", a supplement is added for Juren!"

"Fang Zhenguo's masterpiece "A Chinese Ghost Story" continues to sell well, don't miss it!"

"'The most precious Zhenguo poem dowry in the history of the human race' will soon appear in "Shengdao"!"

"This issue of "Shengdao" tells you the secret of the sky!"

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"Don't push, everyone can buy it, everyone can buy it!"

"Stop talking nonsense, you are the one who squeezes the most! Shut up!"

"This scholar, your words are too hurtful, look carefully at my black Juren uniform."

"Even if you are wearing Jinshi uniform, I will say this! To snatch "Shengdao" from me is like killing my parents, this feud is irreconcilable!"

"Okay, you win..." The Juren sighed helplessly, and at the moment when the scholar relaxed, he suddenly squeezed forward and successfully stood in front of the scholar.

"Despicable! Despicable! Despicable..." The scholar was so angry that he screamed.

Some Jinshi stood far away and watched coldly.

"It's outrageous to squeeze like this for a copy of "The Holy Way"! Why don't you queue up!"

"With hundreds of thousands of people buying it together, the queue can only be thick, not long."

"You should queue up according to your rank!" As soon as a Jinshi finished speaking, he immediately made the nearby Jinshi nod their heads, and then suffered many cold stares from Juren and Xiucai.

There were some carriages parked outside the crowded crowd. A servant hurriedly ran to a carriage and said with a sad face: "Master, I really can't squeeze in! I tried three times, but I really can't squeeze in!"

The curtain was lifted, and a fifty-year-old Hanlin showed an unhappy face.

"Useless! Use all the strength you had when you were a kid! Your father said that you got fatter and the other two got thinner! Even dogs can't beat you!"

"Master, I swear, I definitely used all the strength I had when I was a kid. If I had fought with these people for milk, I would have starved to death!"

The old Hanlin snorted and said, "It's all my fault that I was blinded that day. I knew Fang Yun was going to give lectures but I still went to court. As a result, I missed the opportunity! Otherwise, my painting skills would have reached the third level, and I would not be able to eliminate the hatred in my heart even if I tried my best! If you don't go, do you want me to go there myself? Go and squeeze in?"

"How can I let you go in person!"

The old Hanlin touched his beard and said, "Maybe you can really try. I, Shen Liwen, am a well-known figure in the capital. I am shameless to sneak in wearing a Hanlin uniform. They have to help me ask for it."

The servant rolled his eyes and said, "Master, wait, even if I risk my life, I will help you buy "The Holy Way" as soon as possible."

"If you can't get "The Holy Way" within a quarter of an hour after the sale, you won't eat meat or touch your wife for a year."

"Master, you are too cruel!"

Qingguo Capital.

There are also pushcart book vendors from Xuanting Bookstore here, but the advertising banners on them are slightly different from those in Jingguo.

"Buy the new "The Holy Way", follow Fang Yun's path, and leave Fang Yun with no way to go!"

"A Chinese Ghost Story is immoral, please criticize it nationwide!"

Several book vendors gathered together and whispered.

"I heard that the words on these banners were all thought up by Fang Yun. If he sees us making up stories about him in Qing, will he beat us to death?"

"This is called strategy! In Jing, the more he praises, the better he sells. In Qing, the dirtier he is, the better he sells!"

"Anyway, we are not dirty, but those little bitch-like scholars are dirty. Although the two countries are at odds, at least we are grateful to him in our hearts."

"Hush, don't let others hear it. They still don't believe that "The Holy Way" will publish a supplement for Fang Zhenguo."

Several vendors looked forward.

"I will never believe it! Why would a scholar publish a supplement to "The Way of the Holy"? Over the years, the supplement to "The Way of the Holy" is either a collection of everyone's work or a supplement to the saint's establishment of the Way. If the supplement is really set up for Fang Yun alone, he must have bribed the people in the Saint Academy!"

"That's right! I even suspect that even the exaggerated claims are fake!"

"Hmph, the Ten Nations Competition will start in Kongcheng today. Qing will definitely kill Jing without a single piece of armor left!"

One person suddenly said, "Brother, if you think Fang Yun is useless and has polluted your eyes, why not exchange places with me and don't buy "The Way of the Holy."

"You... I didn't buy "The Way of the Holy" for Fang Yun's articles!"

An old man snorted coldly, "What else is there to see in these two issues of "The Way of the Holy" except Fang Yun's poems and essays?"

There was a complete silence around, even though more than half of the people here hated Fang Yun in their hearts.

"The Holy Way is on sale! Because there is a supplement, the price will be increased by ten cents!"

The people of Qing cursed Fang Yun in their hearts, but they squeezed harder. The one who believed that the Holy Academy would not issue a supplement for Fang Yun was the most active.

Kongcheng, outside the bookstore of the Confucius Mansion.

A large number of "The Holy Way" were sold.

If it were in the past, the first person to buy "The Holy Way" would definitely shout loudly and promote what good content it has, but this time, those who bought it saw the catalog and said nothing, and squeezed out desperately.

Many people were puzzled, but when they bought it and took a look at the catalog, they also did the same as the previous people, without shouting or calling, and desperately left, and must find the quietest place to read today's "The Holy Way" at the fastest speed and with the most pious heart.

An old scholar looked at the lines of text in the catalog of "The Holy Way" and said to himself: "This is the true Holy Way."

"The three ways of the human race, the zither, calligraphy and painting, will change from today! Perhaps hundreds of years later, Fang Zhenguo will become the ancestor of many schools."

In the Confucius Mansion Academy, the top scholars of Jingguo gathered in Fang Yun's yard.

"In this first competition, "Traveling Ten Thousand Miles", we must not be ranked eleventh, otherwise we will not even have the chance to enter the second round!"

"Our goal is to maintain the top ten and strive for the top nine!"