The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Yun nodded and said, "I know a little about this man's talent. He passed the second mountain when he was a scholar. After passing the imperial examination, he not only passed the third mountain and won the literary heart, but also passed the fourth mountain and stopped before the fifth mountain. I'm afraid he won the middle-grade literary heart."

Zhao Zhuzhen said worriedly, "If he only has one literary heart, I'm not too worried. I suspect that his semi-saint mentor took him to other holy places after taking him around the world to win the second literary heart. In that case, he would be too difficult to deal with."

"A juren has two literary hearts?" Fang Yun was very surprised.

"Others can't do it, but the four great talents can definitely do it, and some geniuses from semi-saint families can also do it. But don't worry too much. After you become a juren, you will definitely be able to win a literary heart when you enter the Book Mountain for the second time."

Fang Yun nodded and didn't say anything. He didn't know how the Book Mountain tested people, and he felt very uneasy.

After discussing with the others, Mr. Qian came over and said, "Fang Shuangjia, we have already agreed that you will be the last one to hold the fort. Now we have to set off to the island in the river to prepare for the dragon boat race."

"Okay, let's go together."

Zhao Zhuzhen said, "Then let's go to the pleasure boat below, where we can see clearly."

Fang Yun took Yang Yuhuan's hand and went downstairs to leave Yuhe Tower and walked towards the place where the boat was parked on the river bank.

The road was full of hawking voices, and it was extremely noisy. Zhao Zhuzhen saw that Yang Yuhuan had nothing, so he bought her a colored thread to wrap around her wrist, and bought some cheap trinkets. Yang Yuhuan thanked him one by one.

There were many young girls and wives who didn't go out on weekdays, and there was a fragrant breeze everywhere. Everyone squeezed all the way to the shore. Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Zhuzhen had fine sweat on their foreheads, and they took out handkerchiefs to wipe it gently.

Pushing aside the drooping willow branches, everyone came to the dock on the shore. Fang Yun and others took a small boat to the sandbar in the river, while Zhao Zhuzhen, Yang Yuhuan and Nunu boarded the pleasure boat and stood on the side of the pleasure boat, watching Fang Yun and others' boat sailing towards the sandbar.

"嘘嘤!" Nunu cried loudly in Yang Yuhuan's arms, waving her little paws at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun turned around when he heard the sound and waved to Nunu, but Nunu suddenly jumped out of Yang Yuhuan's arms, jumped into the river, and swam towards Fang Yun's boat at a very fast speed.

Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and waited until Nunu got close before he picked it up.

Nunu immediately shook his body violently, splashing water everywhere, causing the people on the boat to laugh and avoid.

"How did you get here?" Fang Yun asked.

Nunu looked at Fang Yun in confusion, pointing at Fang Yun's hand, as if to say, didn't you wave to let me come?

"You! Forget it, just stay here." Fang Yun said.

The boat stopped on the sandbar, and many people were already standing on it. Those who knew each other hurriedly greeted each other and then went about their business.

Fang Yun looked at everyone and finally found a very strange person.

The man was only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a loose white robe, with black jade-like hair scattered behind him. He did not look like a polite scholar, but a prodigal son. His eyes were extremely empty, so empty that the world was reflected in his eyes, but there was no shadow of a person.

It seemed that no one in the world was worth looking at.

The man suddenly blinked, slowly turned his head to look at Fang Yun, looked at Fang Yun seriously, then slowly turned his head and continued to look at the sky.

Fang Yun felt that this man was really strange. He was obviously looking at himself, but his eyes were extremely empty, as if he was looking through himself to see that very distant place.

Fang Yun ignored the man and looked around. There were a total of five dragon boats here, each of which was painted in the style of a yellow dragon. The boat was narrow, about two meters long, and could seat more than a dozen people.

There is a protruding dragon head in front of each dragon boat, and there is a number on the neck of the dragon head.

Qian Juren took Fang Yun and others to the side of the No. 2 dragon boat.

There was a big drum behind the dragon head of the dragon boat, and a flag was erected on the drum. Qian Juren said: "We don't need to beat the drum. We will invite a young man to beat the drum to strengthen our prestige. This is also a custom passed down from the previous dragon boat race. We just need to sit in the boat and write poems. The more talent we inspire, the faster the boat will go. Look at that tall black tile building, the prefect and the court master are there."

Fang Yun looked there and saw many officials standing on the building looking here. Fang Yun only knew the court master Feng Zimo of the prefectural literary academy, the general Dinghai who escorted him, and his uncle Fang Shouye. He didn't recognize anyone else. Li Wenying was not there.

Fang Shouye was casual and waved to Fang Yun, and Fang Yun bowed in return.

The strong man in charge of beating the drum walked to the bow with a red flag. After tying the red flag, he stood with a drumstick in each hand. The other four dragon boats did the same.

Qian Juren and his companions did not board the boat, but walked towards the direction of Dragon Boat No. 1. Other people near the other dragon boats also went there, standing behind Qian Juren and his companions, looking at the people beside Dragon Boat No. 1.

All the people beside Dragon Boat No. 1 were from Qing.

Qian Juren said, "My fellow writers, there are still two quarters of an hour before the race. We will still use the old rules. Does anyone object?"

A Qing Juren with a confident smile said, "Of course we will use the old rules. The Dragon Boat Literary Association will write poems related to the Dragon Boat Festival. Let's stop talking nonsense and decide on the poems first. On behalf of Qing, I will decide that the words "weapons" and "boats" shall not appear in the poems and articles of this Dragon Boat Festival."

A scholar behind Fang Yun cursed in a low voice, "Using this trick again, soft egg!"

Fang Yun also knew that the so-called determination of poems and articles was to select the content that should not appear in the poems and articles. Jingguo was surrounded by monsters and barbarians, which was far more warlike than Qingguo. Once the battle scene was combined with the Dragon Boat Festival poems and articles, it was very likely to defeat the Qingguo dragon boat. Therefore, every time Qingguo determined the poems and articles, it restricted this aspect.

Qian Juren said: "Then we will decide later that no Yonghuai or ancient figures will appear in this poem."

These words made several people in Qing Kingdom look bad. Qing Kingdom’s fighting style of killing demons and barbarians is not as good as Jing Kingdom’s, but its writing style is much better than Jing Kingdom’s. If poems that express feelings and remember the ancients are not allowed to be written, the people of Qing Kingdom will be abolished. Most of it.

The Qingguo people laughed and said: "Since we can't write those poems, then we can only write about the wind, flowers, snow, moon, good weather and beautiful scenery. It doesn't matter, today is a festival, and it is appropriate to write these. However, don't work too hard, because no matter how you All your efforts will be lost to our Qingguo just like the previous seventeen years!"

"You Qingguo people, don't be too arrogant!" One person couldn't help but shouted.

Qian Juren stopped the man and said: "Shi Dehong, as a disciple of Shijun, you haven't learned much from my master's talent, but you have learned a lot from my master's arrogance!"

"Hahaha, I am satisfied to be able to learn from my mentor's arrogance. Thank you Brother Qian for your compliment." Shi Dehong suddenly changed his expression and smiled contemptuously, "Although I am arrogant, I am only arrogant towards the talents of your enemy country. Ao, when I meet a Jinshi from your country, I will still treat you with courtesy. The people in your country are so crazy that they can no longer see saints, but a young man who barely managed to get a seat dares to compare with my mentor. There are still people clamoring to push my mentor out of the top four talents. My mentor is already dissatisfied. I am. How can I be polite to you! See you at the dragon boat race!"

Except for the man with loose hair behind his back who remained calm, the other five Qingguo people all walked toward the dragon boat with angry expressions on their faces.

Fang Yun was stunned, thinking, is this person talking about me?

Others also returned to their respective dragon boats.

When he reached the edge of Dragon Boat No. 2, Fang Yun couldn't help but ask: "Brother Qian, fellow literary friends, I didn't say that I was on par with Shijun? Let alone pushed him out of the top four talents. How did it become like this?"

Qian Juren smiled nonchalantly and said, "Don't worry. It's just some nonsense that was heard by the Qingguo people, and the Qingguo people were more serious. Besides, the poet has only written one poem to support the country. In addition to Da Fu and Mingzhou have more poems than you, and apart from becoming a bachelor in their twenties, they are not much better than you, so why can't they be compared? "

Another scholar said: "That's right. The people of the Qing Dynasty are really impatient. They regard the jokes after tea and dinner as the truth. They can't even make a joke. Fortunately, the poet is just a poet. If he becomes the first poet in history, , if we say something, wouldn’t he want to kill the nine tribes? "

"Well said..."

Everyone defended Fang Yun with every word, and Fang Yun couldn't laugh or cry. It seemed that these people were suppressed too hard by Qingguo. Finally, a Jingguo man became famous, and they couldn't help but compare him with Shijun.

Fang Yun doesn't blame them. People who protect their own people are better than people like Tong Li who harm their own people.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on board, so there is no need to prepare anything.

After Qian Juren finished speaking, he added to Fang Yun: "The rules of the competition are very simple. After the start of the competition, each person has half a quarter of an hour to write a poem, a poem, and a poem. Once the half-quarter of an hour is up, the talent of each dragon boat will be revealed. The more talents a dragon boat has, the faster it will travel. After the boat moves, everyone can write again. This second poem tests talent as well as artistic conception, because the Qing people are too treacherous to write about boats and weapons, so we cannot write about the artistic conception of crossing the river. , but they also feel uncomfortable. Without Yong Huai and Gu Ren, they can't write good artistic conception."

Fang Yun nodded, basically understanding the purpose of both parties, and said: "I understand, but this is my first time participating in this kind of dragon boat race. Can you tell me what kind of poetry is best to write."

Qian Juren said: "Either I write about the scenery of the Dragon Boat Festival, or I write about the atmosphere of the Dragon Boat Festival, so there will be basically no mistakes."

"Okay, let me think about it." Fang Yun lowered his head and pondered, looking up from time to time to look at the surrounding scenery or the crowd and think.

Seeing that Fang Yun ignored her, Nunu felt bored, so she jumped into the water with a cry and happily paddled towards the boat where Yang Yuhuan was.

Fang Yun looked at Huafang with a smile and nodded lightly to Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Zhuzhen there.

At ten o'clock, Fang Yun immediately felt a change in the vitality between heaven and earth, so he looked towards where the officials were, and saw Feng Zimo, the dean of the State Academy of Literature, and another person each holding official seals. The official seals were surging with energy, forming a A strange force enveloped the section of the river from the sandbank to Longtou Bridge.

The crowds on both sides of the Taiwan Strait burst into shocking shouts.

"God bless Jingguo!"

"Jingguo must win!"