The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Yun secretly thought that Liu Zicheng was still the sinister and treacherous Liu Zicheng. He had no evidence, and he never forced him like Wei Yuanjun in the Fu Wenyuan from beginning to end. Instead, he pretended to beg for mercy.

Fang Yun wanted to kill Liu Zicheng, but he could only rely on Li Wenying. Now that Liu Zicheng begged for mercy, Li Wenying, as a dignified university scholar, could not kill a scholar without any evidence.

Fang Yun immediately stepped forward and smiled, "Brother Liu, it's serious. The Zuo Zhuan says: Knowing your mistakes and being able to correct them is the greatest virtue. Since you have admitted that you wanted to harm me and chose to repent, we are still good friends. When Yuhuan and I get married, I hope you will come to drink a glass of wedding wine."

"Fang Yun, you are so kind." Liu Zicheng burst into tears.

Except for a few people who were moved, most people watched coldly. It took a long time for the ice to freeze three feet thick. Everyone knew what Liu Zicheng was like.

Some people could see clearly that the two were obviously acting against each other. Although Fang Yun could not kill Liu Zicheng, he confirmed Liu Zicheng's evil, and Liu Zicheng could not clear himself now.

Li Wenying looked at Fang Yun and nodded, without saying anything, turned and left.

The servants of the Fu Wenyuan immediately packed up the body of Wei Yuanjun.

The servant of the State Wenyuan, who had been standing at the door for a long time, said loudly: "Congratulations to Fang Yun for the first proposal. Lord Li Wenying has ordered to specially recruit you into the first year class of the state Wenyuan." After that, he handed Li Wenying's order to Fang Yun.

No one was surprised. If the only Tongsheng in the Ten Kingdoms who passed the imperial selection could not go to the state Wenyuan, it could only be said that Li Wenying was not as good as Wei Yuanjun.

"Auspicious people have their own blessings, congratulations to Fang Yun." Gao Minghong was the first to congratulate.

"After all the hardships, congratulations!" Wan Xuezheng praised sincerely.

Everyone congratulated Fang Yun together.

Fang Yun thanked them one by one.

Finally, Wan Xuezheng said: "Fang Yun, what happened today is so thrilling. You almost hang on by a thread. Why don't you write a poem?"

Everyone was immediately excited. If Fang Yun wrote another poem to protect the country, it would definitely be another good story.

Fang Yun thought for a moment, sighed softly, and said: "I won't hide it from you. I am exhausted today. I really can't write any good poems. Why don't I write an aphorism to encourage young people."

No one thought that there was anything wrong with the word "young people" coming out of Fang Yun's mouth.

Everyone was still in high spirits. Although the aphorism was not valuable, it was easy to spread after it was written. It was often hung in the study and classroom, and was more valued than couplets.

Wan Xuezheng immediately asked people to set up the table and the four treasures of the study.

Fang Yun brewed for a moment and wrote two sentences.

The sword is sharpened by grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

Everyone was silent. These two sentences almost summarized the whole process of the Holy Selection, and it seemed to be talking about the experience of a poor boy like Fang Yun.

This is the interior of the Wenyuan, so the talent is immediately revealed.

Everyone saw that a foot-high orange talent appeared on the paper.

Wan Xuezheng smiled and said, "Fang Yun, you are indeed not an ordinary person. Although the aphorisms are wonderful, they are not literary and rarely contain great meanings, so it is difficult to show talent. However, these two sentences of yours can be outstanding, which is rare."

"What is even more rare is the meaning of this article. It can be said that one word expresses the bitterness of our generation."

"I don't think this aphorism is the most rare. The most rare thing is that Fang Yun was so difficult and faced the crisis of the possible collapse of the Wen Palace. Not only did he not use poetry to vent his dissatisfaction and hatred in his heart, but he wrote this kind of positive aphorism. This ordinary mind is the most rare."

"Well said!"

"You are too kind." Fang Yun thought to himself that you think too much.

Wan Xuezheng stretched out his hand and pressed on the page, showing a strange smile to Fang Yun, with pleading, expectation, shyness, and a little bit of rogue.

"Fang Yun, I am one of the examiners of your county exam anyway. This calligraphy is not a Mingzhou national treasure. Can you give it to me?" Wan Xuezheng blushed more and more as he spoke. He felt that in the eyes of everyone, he must be like a scabby dog ​​asking for bones from his master.

Fang Yun saw Wan Xuezheng like this and said with a smile: "Since Lord Wan likes it, then give it to Lord Wan."

"Thank you!" Wan Xuezheng smiled happily, "Fang Yun, your calligraphy has improved by leaps and bounds. Your writing power is still weaker than mine, but the beauty of the font structure is already better than mine. If calligraphy can be perfected, it will be of great help to poetry and turning the virtual into the real. The highest level can double the power! If you practice your calligraphy for another half a year, you can make a copybook."

"Thank you Lord Wan for the compliment. I will definitely be good when I go back. Good for practicing calligraphy. "

Wan Xue Zheng said: "I can't let you give me this calligraphy for nothing. I have a brush washer at home. Although it is not a literary treasure, it has been used by a university scholar for ten years. It is more or less stained with talent. The cleaning effect is far better than ordinary brush washers. It is just right for you. "

Fang Yun was not polite and said: "The student would be disrespectful if he refused it."

Others envied the relationship between Wan Xue Zheng and Fang Yun very much. They also wanted Fang Yun's calligraphy very much, but after all, the relationship was not there. It would be impolite to ask for it rashly, so they could only watch.

Wan Xue Zheng seemed to think of something and said regretfully: "It's a pity that Lord Wei is obsessed with ghosts, otherwise you will definitely stay in our mansion's literary academy, and I don't know how many famous poems and essays you will leave. In the future, when you become a great scholar or canonize a saint, this mansion's literary academy will definitely have your former residence and holy relics, and we will also benefit from it. What a pity. "

The officials and students of the Academy of Liberal Arts suddenly felt a tightness in their chests, especially those students. In their opinion, even if Fang Yun could not become a great scholar, he would still have a great chance of becoming a bachelor. By then, they would be Fang Yun's classmates, and they would be his classmates in the future. Not being able to get direct benefits from Fang Yun also makes political opponents afraid to act rashly against them.

But now, there is no chance.

Many people even hated Liu Zicheng.

It was almost nine o'clock now, and Fang Yun said goodbye to everyone.

After Fang Yun left, Liu Zicheng left dejectedly. When he came here, he was accompanied by twenty people. When he left, there were only three left, including Guan Yaoyuan, who didn't know how long it would take to restore Wen Palace.

A scholar looked at Liu Zicheng's back with disdain and said: "I used to say that Liu Zicheng was ruthless, but I feel that since I am a scholar, I should have a bottom line in everything I do, so I have never cared about his notoriety. But today I understand that he is so cruel There is no bottom line in what people do.”

"Everyone knows that he colluded with Lord Weiyuan in this matter, but he is very smart and did not embarrass Fang Yun in front of the Half-Saint, nor did he expose any evidence, so there is no way to catch him. Although Duke Jianmei is easy to kill, But he also pays attention to evidence. If Lord Weiyuan hadn't forced the half-sage to recite everything, Duke Jianmei would have scolded him a few times and would never have killed him."

"But no matter how stupid Liu Zicheng is now, he will not use Fang Yun. Not to mention that the value of a semi-saint is not less than that of a scholar before the saint. This matter will definitely be reported to the court. Fang Yun originally He is already somewhat famous in the Ten Countries. Once the matter of asking for the Holy Selection is reported, his reputation in the Ten Countries will probably exceed that of many ordinary bachelors."

"No, I think he will be as famous as Duke Jianmei in a month at most. Think about it carefully. Since the first day of April, he has written "Die Lian Hua - Spring Scenery" and "Inscriptions on a Humble Room". They are all inevitable. "The Holy Way" has not published an aphorism for many years. This sentence "The sword is sharpened. The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. It is an endless aftertaste and an inspiration for learning. It is enough for calligraphy and painting shops selling aphorisms in ten countries to immediately produce and sell them. It is also related to the selection of saints, so it will inevitably appear alone in the "Holy Way". This is equivalent to the three texts in one. Here. Fang Yun has written three articles in "The Holy Way" for two consecutive months, can't he still spread it all over the world? "

"That's true."

"Have you ever thought about it, if he writes another good poem this month, then the four poems will be at the same time, and the literati of the ten countries will be in a quarrel."

"As a scholar, I hope that he will be four or even five-literate at the same time, but as his 'almost classmate', I really hope that he will endure it for a year, wait until next year to take the government examination, win the first prize in one fell swoop, and become the number one scholar."

"There are rumors that he will take the government examination this year."

"He has only studied the classics for a few months? Even if he is admitted as a scholar, he will not be able to get the first place. It is a pity."

"Yes, I really hope that he will take the government examination next year. If he can get three top grades, he will be Fang Wujia. He is the most talented Wujia scholar in the Ten Kingdoms."

"It's a hundred times more difficult to be a top-level scholar than to be a double-level boy. Don't praise and kill him to get lucky."

"It's a joke, it's just a joke. As a person from Dayuan Mansion, I hope Fang Yun will go higher."

Fang Yun sat in the carriage, his heart filled with joy and a little bit of fear.

"It is too impulsive to ask for the Holy Selection, but it is not wrong. Scholars should be fearless. If I am suppressed by Liu Zicheng and Weiyuan Jun this time, my literary whirlpool will be stagnant at best, or broken at worst. Now With the thundering holy sound initiation, my chances of becoming a scholar before the saints will not only become greater, but my foundation will definitely not be unstable.”

Tanyu, who had been on the left side of the carriage, jumped on the carriage, opened the door curtain and entered the carriage, saying, "Master, do you really want to enter the State Academy of Literature?"

"What, what's wrong with entering the State Academy of Arts?"

"It's not bad. Every year, the Prefectural Liberal Arts Academy only accepts the top five talents in the government examination, and the remaining students are all candidates. Because they can talk on paper, the students of the Prefectural Liberal Arts Academy often have to kill monsters and slaughter barbarians. Jiangzhou does not follow the barbarians. They are bordering each other, but all three sides are related to demons, and every class in the state academy of arts goes out to kill demons every quarter.”

"I'm just a child, do I have to kill demons?"

"You have already broken the ordinary rules by entering the Prefectural Liberal Arts Academy. If you are different from other students in killing monsters, others are not allowed to gossip."

"Then I'll go kill the demon." Fang Yun said.

"You can't even talk on paper. If you go there, you'll be a drag. Others will naturally gossip. There are quite a few left-leaning people in the State Academy of Literature."

Fang Yun said: "Since others must gossip, then I will do what I want. When the time comes, I can go if I want to go, and if I don't want to go, I won't go. I don't care what the gossip is, but thank you for reminding me."

Not long after, the carriage stopped at the gate of the State Literature Academy.

There was someone guarding the door of the Prefectural Literary Academy. Fang Yun took out the documents. The guard immediately led Fang Yun respectfully to the Scholar Class 1, introducing the situation and rules of the Class 1 while walking.

The Prefectural Liberal Arts Academy is very large and is divided into many parts. There are places where officials work and handle government affairs, there are school dormitories, there are exam room areas, there are canteen areas, there are rest and activity areas, and there is also a large school ground for practicing war poetry, so the officer suggested the method Good luck to walk more these days.