The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Li Wenying put his left arm behind his waist, stepped on the white clouds, and his body was straight and impressive.

"I see you look tired. Go back and have a rest. I will leave immediately. If Fang Xusheng is exhausted, who will write the poems that will be handed down from generation to generation?" Li Wenying said half-jokingly, and many people smiled slightly.

Xusheng is not an actual title, but an honorary title. The honorary status is above the Great Confucianism and below the Semi-Sage, but the actual status is only equal to the Great Confucianism and on an equal footing with Li Wenying.

Fang Yun smiled slightly and said: "Then the student will say no more. I wish Duke Jianmei to frighten the world and suppress the demons and barbarians in the ancient city of Huangcheng!"

Li Wenying nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly said: "You became Huiyuan, and now you are the 'chief of cases', 'Maocai', 'Jieyuan' and 'Huiyuan'. If nothing else happens, Jingguo will be the one to take the imperial examination next year." You are the one who belongs to the top spot, you will be the top five, and as for the final top spot, you will try your best to fight for it.”

"Students should work hard."

"You go from being a boy to a Jinshi in the same year. You are an unprecedented 'Jinshi of the same year'. You will be rewarded by the imperial court and the Holy Academy. However, don't be careless. The Spring Hunting of Jinshi on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month is a competition among the ten countries. Just like in the Ten Kingdoms Competition, it is difficult to turn the tide on your own. As long as you rank in the top nine of the Ten Kingdoms and One City, you will win. "

"Students do their best." Fang Yun knew Li Wenying's mentality. He was about to go to the ancient land of the deserted city. He didn't know how many days it would take before he came back. After all, he was an elder. When he left, he instinctively nagged when facing the concerned juniors, so Fang Yun even Becoming a virtual saint, there is no impatience at all.

The other young people looked at Fang Yun with envy. It was very difficult for them to get a word from Li Wenying, but Li Wenying took the trouble to remind Fang Yun. They were also young people, but their treatment was completely different.

After Li Wenying finished speaking, he suddenly frowned and asked slowly: "You...really want Wen Zhan Xiangzhou?"

Fang Yun immediately said resolutely: "Since the student once said that we should take back Xiangzhou, we will fight for this state in the future and show the prestige of our country!"

"That's fine." Li Wenying sighed softly and said no more.

Fang Yun said: "The students are about to experience spring hunting or civil war, it's not worth mentioning. On the contrary, when Jianmei Gong goes to the ancient land of the deserted city, he not only has to face the monsters and barbarians of the ancient land, but also the ancestral gods of all races. Hunters snipe and kill, so Master Jianmei should be more careful.”

One person immediately said: "What Marquis Fang Wen said is true. Mr. Li, you have just become a great scholar, you have an old relationship with Fang Xusheng, and you are an important figure on the great scholar's hunting list. Your situation at the moment is more dangerous than Fang Yun. Don't be afraid of other hunters. If a hunter from the Ancestral God Clan at the same level as the Demon Emperor takes action, the consequences will be disastrous."

The demon world sets up a hunting list, the most important thing is to encourage the geniuses of demons and barbarians, and the murderous elites are secondarily.

The various races of the Ancestral Gods have been passed down for a long time, and they all have their own cultivation methods created by the Ancestral Gods themselves. There is no need to compete with other demon clans for the Holy Ruins or the Dragon Climbing Platform. At most, they can go to some places such as Tianshu.

The various races of the Ancestral Gods basically disdain to hunt down the human race below the Great Confucian, but once they become Great Confucians, they will definitely be listed as the target of the hunters of the various races of the Ancestral Gods.

Over the years, one-fifth of the great scholars who died in the human race were killed by hunters from various races of the ancestral gods. This is a very terrifying number.

Everyone sighed silently. Fang Yun was right. Li Wenying was too dazzling. He was just a great scholar who was not taken seriously by the ancestral gods and other races, but he became a great scholar and was already one of the most serious problems in the demon world.

Li Wenying nodded with a solemn expression. He knew better than anyone how dangerous it was in the ancient land of Huangcheng.

"All the semi-saint families in our human race have elites stationed in the ancient land of Huangcheng. There, the military strategists and the Mohist family are unprecedentedly powerful. Duke Jianmei is also a minor in the holy path of military strategists. He should be at home in the ancient land of Huangcheng."

"Mr. Jianmei, please be careful of those who have connections with the Zong family, the Lei family, or the Sima Xiangru family. They may be angry with you because of Fang Yun."

Many scholars suddenly felt powerless. Fang Yun and Jing Guo had too many enemies. If any aristocratic family harmed Li Wenying, they might not be able to find evidence.

It was a war-torn deserted city and ancient land. Except for the original half-saints, no semi-saints could enter. It was not the Holy Yuan Continent, and many of the rules in the two places were not common.

It can be said that the entire ancient land of the deserted city is a large-scale Two Realms Mountain. Humans and monsters are fighting for the deserted city. Unlike the two realms of the mountains, the ancient land of the deserted city has many treasures, and each deserted city also has its own mysteries.

Qiao Juze said: "Fang Yun, when Dongyun leaves the capital and goes to the border to join the army, you give him a Zangfeng poem. Why not also give Jianmei Gong a poem. However, the original Zangfeng poem is rare, so I wrote an ordinary farewell poem. Just poetry.”

"That's right! I, the scholar of Jingguo, are few in number, and Duke Jianmei is going to be in danger. If I, a scholar of Jingguo, cannot even come up with a good farewell poem, I would be really ashamed."

"Just now we were discussing in low voices how to present poems to Duke Jianmei, but we found that our talents are not enough, so naturally we cannot do anything in front of Duke Jianmei."

"Other than you, the originator of sword-calling poetry, who else is qualified to send a poem to say goodbye to the great Confucian?"

"Brother Fang, don't hesitate."

Fang Yun was a little hesitant. He had just woken up and was still a little sick. He really didn't think about this and was unprepared.

Li Wenying suddenly smiled and said: "Fang Yun, if my prediction is good, will you participate in tomorrow's Xuemei literary party?"

"I'm thinking about it." Fang Yun couldn't laugh or cry as soon as he heard the words Xuemei Wenhui.

Some scholars like snow, and some scholars like plum blossoms, but the two things go hand in hand in winter. Many scholars insist on competing, and no one is willing to admit defeat, so that the dispute between snow and plum blossoms has lasted for hundreds of years, although it is a matter of elegance. Fighting over literature is a pastime for scholars, but there are still disputes at this time of year.

Fang Yun really didn't expect that Literary Minister Jiang Hechuan was a plum party, while Li Wenying was a snow party.

The scholars present all showed strange smiles. Some friends who were very close to each other suddenly became hostile to each other, but everyone could see that the hostility at this moment was all pretended, and they were not really irreconcilable.

Li Wenying said: "It is a pity that I can't participate in the snow and plum literary meeting tomorrow. It is snowing heavily today. Why don't you write a farewell poem with the word "snow" for me. Farewell is the main thing, and snow is secondary. How about it?"

"Rebel party!" A Hanlin who was on good terms with Li Wenying suddenly snorted coldly.

"Fang Yun, don't fall for the evil plan of the Snow Party! You once wrote a plum poem. You are the orthodox of the Plum Party and the backbone of the Plum Fragrance Party. You must not be deceived by the traitors of the Snow Party!"

Fang Yun immediately pretended to be innocent and said, "Where have I written a plum poem?"

The man immediately said, "You wrote a poem "Thank Cai He", 'The tree beside the inkstone pool of Cai's family, each flower blooms with a faint ink mark; do not want people to praise the good color, just leave the clear air to fill the universe!' Isn't this poem about the ink-marked plum blossoms?"

Another person immediately retorted: "Which eye did you see the ink-marked plum blossoms beside the pool of Cai He's family?"

"I saw it with both eyes! Go away, stay away from me, go stand on the side of the Wenying traitors."

Many scholars laughed, and only before and after the Xuemei Literary Meeting did someone dare to joke and call a great scholar a traitor.

Li Wenying smiled and said, "When I return from the ancient land of the deserted city, I will definitely write down all the plums in the world at the next snow plum literary gathering!"

"The traitors of the Snow Party are too rampant!"

Qiao Juze coughed lightly and said, "This time, let's not talk about the dispute over snow plums, let's just talk about farewell. Since everyone wants Fang Yun to write a farewell poem, we naturally have to follow the arrangement of Jianmei Gong. Fang Yun, you write one."