The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The topic of drugs is nothing, because the concept of drugs is too broad, and many plants are considered drugs, but this type of article will be exclusive. Since "trees" and "flowers" appear in the front, poems about trees and flowers cannot appear in the back.

For example, Azolla is a red duckweed, which is regarded as a flower in many poems. Even Azolla is a medicine. Because the "flower" title comes first, Fang Yun and other Jingguo Jinshi cannot use it.

There are many similar ones. Chrysanthemums, plum blossoms, lilacs, etc. are both flowers and medicines, so Jingguo Jinshi could not use word names such as chrysanthemum sky, one-cut plum or lilac knot.

Except for doctors or scholars with a minor in medicine, Fang Yun did not know much about medicine, but Fang Yun had read and memorized a large number of medical classics, and he had an idea after a little thought.

Other Jingguo Jinshi looked unhappy because too many medicines involved trees and flowers, and time was limited. If they spent too much time thinking about the names of the medicines, they would have less time to conceive poems, and their skills would inevitably drop. This was quite fatal.

Qiao Juze looked at Fang Yun, and Fang Yun smiled and said: "There are too many medicines in the human race. Not to mention the poem titles, there are many word cards with fixed names. The word card 'Twelve Reds' has the same name as a kind of medicinal wine, which is neither wood nor flower. , can be used naturally. There is also the word "Wang Jiangnan", which is also a kind of medicine. The seeds, roots and leaves can be used as medicine. For another example, the word "Red Lady" is also the name of a kind of insect, which can be used as medicine. "

The nearby Jinshi all looked at Fang Yun in surprise. They all knew these word cards, but they never knew that they were related to medicine, wine, and drugs. No one except doctors could memorize these things.

"Fang Yun, look at the medicines that are not among the trees, flowers, and birds. Write them down together. We Jinshi of Jingguo simply write lyrics. As long as the name of the lyrics contains medicine, the content will be correct no matter how you write it. It is more convenient than writing poetry. "

Fang Yun said: "Okay, I will talk about the words that contain medicine. Listen carefully. Twelve Reds, Wang Jiangnan, Red Lady, Sheng Wuyou, Douye Huang..."

Fang Yun rattled off a long list of Ci Pai names in one breath, and Jinshi could remember them all with a photographic memory.

After hearing only half of it, the Jinshi of Jingguo breathed a sigh of relief. A dozen words were too many, and they would not make a fool of themselves by writing one at random.

A few people originally wanted to see the Jingguo people's jokes, but when Fang Yun opened his mouth and came up with a string of brand name drugs, they were all helpless.

"Fang Zhenguo, Fang Zhenguo, not only can he control the country with his poems, but he can also control the country with his own efforts!"

"Yes, the time for the cultural conference is limited. If there is no luck, at least half a quarter of an hour will be wasted waiting for these Jingguo Jinshi to think of these Ci brand names. It's better now, we don't have the slightest advantage."

"Everyone has a quarter of an hour. Without luck, Jingguo Jinshi really doesn't know what will happen."

Fang Yun solved the problem of Jingguo's Jinshi, and all the Jinshi quickly selected word cards to write lyrics.

Fang Yun thought for a while and chose the title of the poem "Wang Jiangnan". This poem was very common and relatively simple. In addition, he no longer had the desire to win, so Fang Yun decided to write it himself.

Fang Yun has read almost all the famous poems and articles that the scholars of Shengyuan Continent have read, but many people who have read Fang Yun have not read them at all. The huge amount of reading coupled with the mastery of too many relevant theories of later generations are all. Fang Yun’s huge advantage.

After a while, Fang finished a song "Wang Jiangnan" and folded it, put it into a red paper bag with the word "Jing" written on it, and wrote the word "Fang Yun" under the word "Jing" on the red paper bag, and then Pass it to the waiter in the restaurant.

The waiter in the restaurant will turn around and go downstairs, and will deliver the red envelope to the desk on the first floor. At that time, it will be read out by the host, and finally evaluated by the Jinshi.

Fang Yun stood on the third floor and looked down with a smile. The higher the level of the cultural conference, the more different the evaluation methods were, which was very interesting.

There are over a thousand participants in this literary conference of ten countries, and everyone is a Jinshi. No matter who is rated, it will cause dissatisfaction. Therefore, there is only one way to evaluate this kind of literary conference, and that is the sword-yin rating. After each poem is recited, if the Jinshi present feels it is good, they can make the sound of Caiqi sword. The more the number of corresponding sword sounds, the better the poem.

Newly promoted Jinshi who have no quarrel with each other are not qualified for evaluation, and Fang Yun and Yan Yukong are not qualified for evaluation, even if they are two talented people.

A quarter of an hour later, the bell rang, and many people had to write in a hurry and put it in their own country's red paper bag.

This place is not within the academy, and talent cannot be displayed, so unless there is a dispute over poetry reviews, talent will not be used to differentiate.

Not long after, more than two hundred red paper bags appeared on the desk.

Although there are more than a thousand people in the literary society, there are not many people who are really capable of competing for glory. Most Jinshi are self-aware.

"The old rule is to read in the order of the Ten Kingdoms Tower. I will read Qi Guo's masterpiece first." The man said while opening the red paper bag with the word "Qi" written on it. "The first one is Qi Guo Shangshe Jinshi. Yang Tang's poem "Autumn Thoughts".

"The beautiful trees are pillowed by the west wind in autumn, and Lu Yun and Kong Shui recall traveling together. Sing a song to hide the bright mirror, and the boy of yesterday is bald today!"

After reading this poem, there were many sighs of emotion, and many people looked at Fang Lun, who was holding the railing on the third floor.

Qiao Juze said in a low voice: "As expected of Qi Guo's Shangshe Jinshi. Yang Tang participated in the Ten Kingdoms Competition last year. It is now the turn of autumn and winter. Today, I revisited my old place. It's poetic and picturesque. It's wonderful. And that sentence "Yesterday's young man is now bald", this is an admission that he is old, and the new generation such as Fang Yun and Yan Yukong are better than the old ones. This situation is rare, and it is a blockbuster, and I am afraid that it will be among the top three."

"The sound of the sword." The host said.

Then the sound of the talent sword sounded one after another, and finally there were a total of 1,426 sounds, and there were only about 1,800 people in the audience who were quarreling with each other.

"Congratulations to Brother Yang!" Many people congratulated Yang Tang together.

"If this poem had been written a few years ago, I'm afraid it would have won the top spot in the literary society!"

Yang Tang smiled slightly, not proud. As a scholar in a great country, he had received too many honors.

The host gave a slight compliment and opened the second Qi Guo's red paper bag. This second person wrote a poem using "Ten Thousand Years of Spring" as the title of his poem. He won more than 900 talented sword sounds. Although he could not compare with Yang Tang, he was already It is a masterpiece.

The host recited one by one, and soon finished reciting the reference poems of Qi Kingdom, then began to recite those of Shu Kingdom, and continued to recite them all the way.

There is a huge difference in the number of sword sounds in these poems. The one by Yang Tang is the highest, while the worst sword sound is only 400. The person who composed the poem was not a Jinshi of Shangshe, but an ordinary Jinshi of the first level. After hearing the sword sounds He walked away.

Not long after, the host finished reciting Yue Guo Jinshi's poems, put his hand on the top of Jing Guo's stack of red paper bags, and said with a spring thunder smile: "This stack is Jing Guo's poems. I believe everyone is the same as me. , I am looking forward to someone from Jingguo. Who knows who I am talking about? Please make a sound."

All the Jinshi laughed, and a large number of sword sounds came and went. In the end, there were more than 1,500 sword sounds, and then many Jinshi laughed.

Fang Yun also smiled, and then glanced at the host of the Valley Country as if by accident.

Everyone in Jingguo was full of confidence in Fang Yun, and some Jinshi in Jingguo couldn't help but raise their chests and heads, believing that Fang Yun's poems could overwhelm the audience.

The host smiled and opened the first Jingguo red paper bag. Inside was Qiao Juze's "Twelve Reds". After reading it, the sword sounded 800 times, which was middle to upper. Qiao Juze was very satisfied.

The host then opened the second red paper bag, looked at the page and smiled and said: "The author of this song "Wang Jiangnan" is Tong Xing'an of Jingguo. The full text is below."

"Idle dreams are far away, it is early winter in the South, and the green mountains and rivers are hundreds of miles away..."

Fang Yun was stunned after listening to three sentences. He also wrote "Wang Jiangnan", and nearly half of the words in these three sentences were the same as his own song "Wang Jiangnan". These three sentences were very much like a combination of his own words. Make changes.

Fang Yun frowned and listened to the entire poem, and found that it was sixty percent similar to "Wang Jiangnan" written by himself. As for the artistic conception and emotion, it was ninety percent similar. He realized that something was wrong, but he couldn't be sure what was going on.

The host suddenly began to speed up. After reading Jing Guo's sixth poem, his eyes suddenly lit up. He picked up the Jing Guo red paper bag with Fang Yun's name written on it and showed it to everyone.

"Everyone, we have finally arrived. Please join me to witness the best poems in this festival!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Jing Guo's red paper bag, full of expectations. No one thought of refuting the phrase "the best poem of this literary society". They already acquiesced in their hearts that Fang Yun must be the leader of the literary society.

Several Gu Shangshe Jinshi were also full of expectations and smiling, but there seemed to be something inexplicable in their smiles.

The host opened the Jingguo red paper bag with a smile, put his fingers in, and the smile froze on his face.

"What's wrong?"

The eyes of thousands of Jinshi are full of doubts. This is not a time for joking. This is the Ten Nations Literary Conference. A qualified host will never be able to fool people at this time. What's more, it is Fang Yun's poems, and not everyone is qualified. joke.

"What the hell!" A grumpy Jinshi couldn't help shouting.

The host looked puzzled and said, "There are no poems in it."

"What!" The whole place was in an uproar.

"If you don't believe me, I'll tear open the paper bag and show it to you!" the host said, slowly tearing open the paper bag and spreading it out to show everywhere. There was really nothing inside.

Qiao Juze said angrily: "I personally saw Fang Yun put his poem pages into a paper bag and hand it to the clerk. How could he not? Some people have gone too far and even played tricks at this kind of literary meeting. If you don't want me, a Jingguo person, to Participate in cultural gatherings and just say so, why be so filthy!”

The host said hurriedly: "Brother Qiao, you misunderstood! Maybe some servant knew that Fang Zhenguo's manuscripts were precious, and he might have stolen them first. The paper was stolen, but the poems are still there, so this literary meeting will not be affected. Do you think so?"

Qiao Juze was stunned. What the host said was true. This possibility was not only possible, but also very likely. After all, Fang Yun's literary name was too big, and there were too many people who wanted his poems.

The host then said: "Fang Zhenguo, since the page has been stolen, but you will never forget the poem, how about you open your mouth and recite it yourself, so that our ears and eyes can be illuminated and we can listen to your masterpiece?"

Fang Yun looked at the host quietly without any expression on his face. Until this moment, he finally knew the purpose of the Gu people.