The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" overly deified Zhuge Liang, which led many people to overestimate Zhuge Liang's military ability. It also led some people to use official history to criticize Zhuge Liang as useless and believe that Zhuge Liang was not that great. This was all caused by the novel "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

But no one who has actually read the official history "Three Kingdoms" will underestimate Zhuge Liang, because "Three Kingdoms" has a total of sixty-five volumes. Excluding the necessary emperors who wrote a separate volume, Zhuge Liang is the only one who occupies a separate volume.

Zhuge Liang's most outstanding talent was not to lead troops in war, but to govern the country. He was a prime minister, not a commander.

Before "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", a large number of literati praised Zhuge Liang. The most important thing is that Zhuge Liang entered the "Confucius Temple" and was named a Confucian. This was an incredible status in ancient times. It didn't take Luo Guanzhong writing a novel to make him Go in.

Before "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was written, Zhuge Liang's military talents were recognized by many military strategists.

When Sima Yi saw the forts Zhuge Liang had set up, he praised him as a "wonder in the world" and pointed out Zhuge Liang's military deficiencies, but he did not dare to criticize Zhuge Liang's ability to govern the country.

Li Jing also highly praised Zhuge Liang's military talents.

Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty set up a "Martial Temple" to worship ten of the greatest military strategists in ancient times, including Zhuge Liang. Although Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty overestimated Zhuge Liang's military talents, it was enough to prove that Zhuge Liang had made certain achievements in the military.

Zhuge Liang is the only one who has both the Confucian Temple and the Wu Temple.

In Shengyuan Continent, Zhuge Liang has made great contributions to the world because he has protected the country of Shu for hundreds of years. He is always included in the candidates for imperial examinations, without exception.

Historians recorded that before his death, Zhuge Liang did not forget to restore the Han Dynasty, unify the Holy Yuan Continent, and personally led troops to fight before the deadline. However, there were also semi-saints in the enemy country, and he eventually ran out of life and died in Wuzhangyuan.

The reason why Fang Yun attaches great importance to Zhuge Liang is because there are many poems about Zhuge Liang, and they have not yet appeared in Shengyuan Continent. However, Shengyuan Continent has a very magical power of "summoning saints".

Fang Yun clarified the differences between the two Zhuge Liangs and continued to write vigorously.

Later, he encountered questions related to the other two semi-saint examiners. Fang Yun remembered them all, and new books were added to the world of strange books.

Fang Yun quickly answered the first three test papers. Most of them were very easy, but three questions were very difficult. One question even had a word trap, and you might not be able to answer it correctly by reading the book. Fortunately, Fang Yun lived in an era of information explosion, and word games were not worth mentioning in his eyes.

This is just the simplest test for children. The test for scholars is more difficult, but the real difficulties are poetry, scripture meaning and policy.

The next test question is to memorize the poems of all the saints, and then fill in the blanks. It may be difficult for others, but it is extremely simple for Fang Yun.

The writing with the brush was extremely slow. By noon, Fang Yun had only written the nineteenth page and had to take a break to eat.

After drinking water, Fang Yun finished the white flour sugar cake, stood up and moved around in the small room for a while, and continued to answer questions.

Then comes the last nine chapters of the test paper, with a total of eighteen questions, requiring you to write down the famous chapters of the saints required by the question.

The works of Confucius and the six lesser sages must be tested. The first seven questions are not uncommon at all and most of the candidates can know them.

The remaining eleven questions were from other Half-Saints. Among them, three Semi-Saint examiners each had one question from their famous articles. Fang Yun had memorized all of them and had already stored them in the world of strange books.

After answering all the questions, Fang Yun put down his brush and rubbed his sore wrist.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two gongs sounded at exactly the right time, and Fang Yun immediately knew it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

The official time of Shengyuan Continent is still the twelve-hour system, but a hundred years ago, in order to make the time more accurate, the craftsmen of the Public Losers divided each day into two twelve-hour periods. Since the new time unit is only half of an hour, it is called The hour is the hour, and the hour is the hour. After all, numbers are more convenient than words. Like cursive writing, they became very popular among the military, where every second counts, and then gradually spread among the people.

In another hour, the papers will be collected, and then the poetry papers will be distributed.

Fang Yun checked carefully for an hour. There was no stain or typo and he answered all the test questions correctly.

"It's a pity that I didn't practice calligraphy much before. This calligraphy is a bit bad. According to the usual practice, I will be downgraded. I can't get an A, I should be able to get a B. After I finish the Tongsheng exam, I must work hard to practice my calligraphy. In the Holy Yuan Continent It won’t work without practicing calligraphy.”

Finally, Fang Yun wrote his examination license number, name and address in the designated place.

Not long after, the gong rang three times, and the carriage came again. There were low noises and complaints nearby. It was obvious that most people could not finish their answers and felt that there was not enough time.

The person who handed out the papers gave Fang Yun the poem paper, and then took away the thirty test papers from "Please Holy Words".

Fang Yun felt relieved when he looked carefully at the title of the poem. It did not require a certain level of rhyme or rhyme, but only required rhyme and title. Five characters, seven characters, quatrains, rhymed poems, ci, parallel prose or fu could be used.

In addition to parallel prose and fu, poems are required to rhyme in one of the four rhymes: Hengbu, Shaobu, Dongfang and Yuanbu.

Themes are also common, choose one of two themes: spring and frontier fortress.

Fang Yun thought for a moment and decided to write a frontier poem, because according to Fang Yun's character before, he would definitely choose this without even thinking about it.

Fang Yun's eyes were at a loss and he couldn't write anything.

"With my current level of poetry, among the four grades of A, B, C and D, I will be at least C grade. I will probably not be able to pass the Tongsheng test. But if I fail the Tongsheng test, I will definitely die!"

Fang Yun pondered for a long time, sighed softly, and silently read Qishu Tiandi in his heart.

This time no book appeared, and no gold letters stood out.

Fang Yun guessed that there might be no fixed answer, so Qishu Tiandi could not list it accurately.

So Fang Yun listed the conditions in his mind. It must rhyme with one of the four rhymes, it must be a frontier poem, and it must conform to the idea of ​​​​main battle. It must be a work by a famous person. He must get a good ranking and become a child student as much as possible.

Fang Yun picked and chose a poem, "Sui Du Fu" by Du Fu, a five-character rhyme poem, which is a very famous frontier fortress poem. The rhyme matches the horizontal part of the four rhymes.

Fang Yun did not write directly on the paper, but wrote it on a piece of white paper as a draft. After writing, he would see if it was appropriate. After all, there were too many taboos in the exam.

The content of "The End of the Year" is that the year is approaching, the north is still fighting, and the soldiers on the front are bleeding day and night, but the court officials are not fighting with all their strength. The poet wants to serve the country but has no way, criticizing the officials for their incompetence.

Jingguo and the wolf barbarian clan in the grass barbarians often fight with each other. It was normal for wars to happen years ago, so Fang Yun is not afraid of going off topic.

"At the end of the year, we are guests from far away, and we still use troops on the border. The smoke and dust invade the snowy mountains..."

When writing this, Fang Yun suddenly stopped writing.

At this moment, outside a pavilion near the examination room, the county magistrate and the dean of the county liberal arts academy suddenly stood up and looked in the direction of Fang Yun.

The two looked at each other for a moment, smiled, and saw deep joy in each other's eyes.

The academic from the Prefectural Literary Academy on the side stood up a little later and said with a smile: "Congratulations, your talent is soaring. At least your poems will come out of the county, and maybe even your poems will reach the prefecture. You two have made great contributions to your education. This year's evaluation must be done." It’s Shang Shang!”

County magistrate Cai He said with a smile: "Where is it? Wan Xuezheng is so complimentary. At present, his talent is undecided, so he cannot draw any conclusions easily."

Wan Xuezheng added: "It should be that prodigy Fang Zhongyong."

Magistrate Cai hesitated and said, "No, I remember very clearly that Fang Zhongyong was in that direction."

Magistrate Cai was a Jinshi and possessed great talent, and he had a photographic memory.

Just as Magistrate Cai finished speaking, the three of them looked in the direction of Fang Yun's examination room again in surprise.

"It's a pity that your talent has faded." After Magistrate Cai finished speaking, he sat down in despair.

The county court gentleman sighed: "What a pity."

Wan Xuezheng said hurriedly: "Don't worry, you two. Maybe that candidate can be continued, not to mention that the prodigy hasn't finished writing yet."

Suddenly, the three people turned their heads and looked in the other direction together, showing expectant looks.

After a while, Magistrate Cai smiled and said: "Okay! With his talent firmly established, Shicheng left the county, and the person sitting in that seat is Fang Zhongyong!"

The county court master brushed his beard and smiled and said: "He is indeed a prodigy in this county."

"Congratulations!" Xuezheng from Zhouyuan congratulated him again, and then looked regretfully in the direction of Fang Yun.

In the examination room, Fang Yun put down his writing brush and frowned.

"This poem is not good! I am not even a child, so I accuse the ministers of the DPRK. Not all three examiners may like it. I am afraid that they will talk about the downgrade of the DPRK on the pretext that they have no merit. No matter how good the poem is, it will be useless. However, if even this poem Poems are not good, and others are not good either. Some are not good enough, some are too good, some do not rhyme, and some are obviously not what I can write. "

Fang Yun thought about it and suddenly crumpled the paper into a ball and put it on the desk.

Fang Yun put the test paper in front of him, picked up his pen and thought silently. After a while, he remembered the breath of spring after the rain today, and a famous poem naturally came to mind.

Fang Yun put pen to paper.

Spring dawn.

I sleep in spring without waking up,

Everywhere you hear the singing of birds;

The sound of wind and rain at night,

How many flowers have fallen?

One of the famous poems by Meng Haoran, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty.

When the poem is completed, the talent bursts out like a fountain.

Fang Yun immediately felt a stream of warm air falling from the sky and going straight into the depths of his eyebrows.

Fang Yun's eyes widened suddenly. He didn't expect that he would receive the talent initiation in the exam and become a child student!

All the warm air condensed at the "Wen Palace" between the eyebrows, and then exploded, pouring into every part of Fang Yun's body, allowing Fang Yun's wounds from last night to heal at a miraculous speed.

Fang Yun felt his eyes itching and blinked involuntarily. Not only did his originally myopic eyes heal, his vision was also several times better than normal people.

"It's Cai Qi Huan Ti! Every time you improve your literary status, all aspects of your body will be strengthened, and your life span will also increase. A great scholar's life span will be one hundred and two years, and a half-sage's life span will be two hundred years. Once you take good care of your body, even if you are just a child, your physical fitness will be strong. Yu Jingbing!"

At the same time as the poem was being completed, Magistrate Cai and the other three people who were not far from the examination room suddenly jumped up from their chairs and looked in the direction of Fang Yun in disbelief.

"This..." Wan Xuezheng was speechless.

The county court master murmured to himself: "The talent is so great that it is close to Mingzhou. As long as it is spread a little bit, it will definitely be the poem of Mingzhou!"

Then, the expressions of the three people changed drastically and they screamed at the same time.

"Sheng Qian Tong Sheng!"

After being admitted to Tongsheng, you have to enter the holy temple to worship. At that time, you will receive the talent empowerment and be officially promoted to Tongsheng. If you have talent from heaven before then, you will be the so-called Holy Qiantongsheng.

Ordinary Tongsheng are just "disciples of the saints", but former Tongsheng are "disciples of Heaven", which is of extraordinary significance, because Confucius and King Wen of Zhou are both "disciples of Heaven".

"The Shengyuan Continent has a population of billions, and even a single Saint-born child may not be born in three years! Holy Bless Jingguo! God bless Jingguo!" The county court master was trembling with excitement.

Magistrate Cai took a deep breath and said, "That location is where I stopped writing the poem."