The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The long river passes through the city like a jade belt. The water vapor on the river is filled with water, like a very light mist. Willows and green silk hang down on both sides of the river, and countless people are crowded on the shore.

At the edge of the sandbank, everyone on the dragon boat stood up.

On the high-rise building with black tiles, the prefect of Yuhai recited a sacrificial poem to honor the sages, which marked the official start of the dragon boat race.

"Put up the flag!" shouted a man in Shazhou.

The drummers on the five dragon boats held the red flag together and reinforced it for the last time to prevent the red flag from falling during the dragon boat race.

"Bang the drum!" the man shouted again.

Five drummers beat the drums together, the drum beats were uniform, and the sound was deafening. The crowds on both sides of the Taiwan Strait cheered again, which made Nunu's two little ears fall down to block the sound.

"Let's get started." Qian Juren said.

The man in Dragon Boat No. 2 sat down and began to study ink.

Fang Yun had just finished grinding the ink and before he picked up the pen, he heard someone in the crowd exclaim.

"Dragon Boat No. 1 is talented! It's still rising."

Fang Yun immediately looked at the dragon boat No. 1 where the Qingguo people were. Under the power of the official seal, he saw an orange light of talent coming from the paper in front of Shi Dehong, a disciple of Shijun. county standards.

The scholar in front snorted coldly and said: "They have indeed been prepared for it. I am afraid they have spent several months drafting the draft. They have been imagining it in their minds, but they have never written it out."

The scholar on Dragon Boat No. 3 sighed softly: "As expected of Shijun's disciples, I may not be able to write a poem out of the county in my lifetime."

"Their Qing Dynasty is surrounded by foreign enemies, so they are naturally good at writing about this kind of romance. If they are allowed to write about boats, we will write war poems with dragon boats and warships as the title. The literary talent may not be as good, but it can bring more vitality to the world. How can we lose to them!"

"Cut the nonsense and start writing!"

Shi Dehong's talent on the paper in front of him continued to increase. When he finished the poem, his talent was one foot seven, and he was only three inches away from reaching the palace. It was amazing.

Shi Dehong smiled slightly, then glanced at the dragon boat of Fang Yun and other Jingguo people, and found that no one was writing, so he recited his own poem: "The Dragon Boat Festival on the Yuhe River..."

He only read one sentence, and then he noticed that everyone was looking behind him, and saw that the half-saint disciple Yan Yukong's talent on paper was growing at a faster rate.

On the tall building with black tiles, Feng Zimo, the emperor of the palace, saw Yan Yukong's poems with his official seal. Yan Yukong wrote a sentence and he read a sentence.

Some of the officials around him were silent, some praised him twice, and no one would disparage him. Even if Yan Yukong was from the enemy country, they were not someone they could criticize casually, not to mention that Yan Yukong's writing was excellent. Talent doesn't lie.

When Yan Yukong put away his pen, a talent two feet and one inch tall appeared on the page in front of him.

"Shicheng Dafu!"

The Jingguo people on both sides of the strait let out long sighs, and the willow branches swayed as if they were disturbed by the sighs of the crowd.

The faces of the Qingguo people on Dragon Boat No. 1 were beaming. Just the two of them had four feet of talent.

The other four people in Qingguo immediately started writing, and everyone's talent was surging. One person wrote the poem and three others wrote the lyrics. After writing, the entire dragon boat's talent combined was five feet and seven inches long.

Subsequently, the talent of Dragon Boat No. 1 aroused the vitality of the world, and a faint cyan light emerged from the dragon boat. This faint light was the force that later drove the dragon boat to move.

"The first round of poems from Qingguo's team last year was only 4 feet 6 talented. I didn't expect there to be so many more this year."

The Qingguo people on the other four dragon boats sighed, saying it was neither good nor bad to write, for fear that they would lose face if they wrote too poorly.

Fang Yun noticed that there was something wrong with the expressions and actions of the people in Dragon Boat No. 2. They were obviously suppressed by the Qingguo people's momentum. Even if these people had prepared poems and essays before, they all needed to be slightly modified. Without the momentum, they would most likely lose their poems. The changes were a mess.

The dragon boat race emphasizes the cooperation of six people. The remaining five people have lost their momentum. Even if Fang Yun writes a poem that is four feet high in talent, he will definitely lose.

Fang Yun took a deep breath and said: "Fellow literary friends, if we lose to Qingguo, then the scholars of Jingguo will bear the stigma of eighteen consecutive defeats. Even if we win next year, we, Jingguo, will never be able to escape! Qingguo's talent We have five feet and seven, and as long as our dragon boat is five feet and eight, we can beat them! I only have two feet and five, can the five of you dare to share the remaining three feet and three?"

You can reach the mansion within two feet, and you will have the opportunity to study the "Holy Way" in the future.

The five people in front turned back together and looked at Fang Yun in surprise. Seeing the perseverance on his face, they were immediately encouraged!

"Everyone has only six inches of talent! How can I not do it!"

"We must gather three feet three together!"

"This battle will never be lost!"

The momentum of the five people was high, sweeping away the haze that the Qingguo people had brought to them before.

Shi Dehong, the disciple of Shijun, laughed loudly and said: "The people of Jingguo are really arrogant! Do you think it is so easy to write the poem Chengdafu? A scholar dares to make such a noise, you are even crazier than the most crazy disciple Yi Zhishi!"

Qian Juren turned his head and said: "The Qing people are really getting more and more violent with their words. It's a pity that now they are writing poems and lyrics, not words. When we win the brocade flag of Longtou Bridge, you will naturally know that Kuang It’s you, not us!”

"I'm waiting! If you can win first place, I, Shi Dehong, will eat all the dragon heads of five dragon boats!"

The man from Jingguo in Dragon Boat No. 2 ignored Shi Dehong, picked up his pen and started writing slowly.

Fang Yun did not participate in the quarrel, so he first wrote down the name of the poem "Huanxisha", and then added the word "Dragon Boat Festival".

A group of officials in a high-rise building with black tiles not far away immediately became excited.

"Fang Shuangjia has started writing!"

"Zimo, what did he write?"

""Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival"!"

"He started writing again, please read quickly."

"You guys... I just read it. Light sweat penetrates the blue sky, and I bathe in fragrant orchids during the Dragon Boat Festival in the Ming Dynasty. The fragrance fills the Qingchuan River..."

"Okay! The scene of a woman playing at the Dragon Boat Festival comes to mind, especially the flow of fragrance and swelling, which is quite novel. The woman poured all the powder water after washing into the river, and naturally the flow of fragrance and swelling fills the Qingchuan River."

"This talent has grown even more rapidly than that of Yan Yukong!"

The people on Dragon Boat No. 2 continued to write poems, but the people on the other dragon boats watched Fang Yun together.

The arrogant Yan Yukong's eyes fell on Fang Yun.

At this time, Fang Yun turned his head and glanced at Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Zhuzhen on the boat. The little fox immediately waved his little paw towards Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled slightly and continued to write the second half of the poem with his head down.

Mr. Feng Zimo, who was upstairs, continued to read: "The colorful thread is lightly wrapped around the red jade arm, and the small talisman hangs slantingly on the green cloud servant girl. It will take a thousand years for the beauties to meet each other."

One person touched his palm and applauded: "The colors are bright, as if they are before your eyes. It turns out to be praising her child bride Jiangzhou Xishi. Colorful threads wrapped around the arms can prevent illness and dampness; small charms can be used to ward off misfortunes. Writing about her beauty is also expected. I hope she will be healthy and stay with the beautiful lady for a thousand years. The scene of the Dragon Boat Festival in the front and the blessing of the Dragon Boat Festival in the back are much better than that of Yan Yukong!"

Everyone nodded, poetry must be sentimental after all.

Yang Yuhuan couldn't see or hear clearly. He just smiled and looked at the rising talent in front of Fang Yun.

When Fang Yun stopped writing, Yang Yuhuan asked softly: "Sister Zhao, how many two feet are Xiao Yun's poems? I'm far away, so I can't see accurately."

Zhao Zhuzhen didn't care about Yang Yuhuan's revelation of her gender. He glanced at a Juren behind him, and the Juren immediately said: "Two feet and eight inches, the poem can reach the mansion, which is seven inches more than Yan Yukong."

Zhao Zhuzhen asked: "What did he write?"

Juren said: "Let's row the boat and go outside the buildings where the prefects and court masters are. Someone will naturally tell us."

"good."

Others continued to write poems, and the boat soon stopped on the shore downstairs, and one person handed over the poems written by Fang Yun.

Yang Yuhuan had just learned to read and couldn't read it, but when he saw that it was Fang Yun's words, he liked it when he saw it.

Nunu stared at the word carefully, word by word, and was very happy.

Zhao Zhuzhen recited softly: "The light sweat penetrates the blue sky..." Finally, he lowered his head, looked at the river, and recited in a low voice over and over: "It takes a thousand years for a beautiful woman to meet, a thousand years to meet a beautiful woman..." There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

After a while, she looked up at Fang Yun and said softly: "As expected of Fang Shuangjia, his talent is amazing. Yuhuan, he wrote this word for you, you must remember it well."

"Ah? Is it written to me?" Yang Yuhuan was extremely happy.

"嘤嘤!嘤嘤!" Nunu nodded with a smile.

Not long after Fang Yun finished writing "Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival", other people in the same boat had finished writing. None of these people's poems reached the county level of one foot high, and together they could not reach three feet three, but Qian Juren's poetry talent Reaching more than nine inches, extraordinary performance.

In the end, the talent of Dragon Boat No. 2 of Fang Yun actually reached five feet and nine inches, which was two inches higher than that of Dragon Boat No. 1. Even people from far away could tell the difference.

"The sky has eyes! I, Jingguo, can finally be proud and proud!"

"Jingguo must win!"

The crowds on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were excited, and some literati even had tears in their eyes. They did not expect that after seventeen consecutive years of losing, they could finally get back in the game.

Many people roared crazily, cheering for Fang Yun and others on Dragon Boat No. 2.

Tong Li, who made a bet with Fang Yun, stood at the end of the Longtou Bridge, clutching the stone railing with both hands and looking ahead in disbelief.

"Idiot! The disciples of the noble Shijun and the semi-saint disciples are not as good as Fang Yun! A bunch of idiots!"

Someone immediately shouted: "Which country are you from? If you dare to slander Fang Yun, I will break your legs!"

"Is there someone helping the Qingguo people? Who? Stand up!"

"Who dares! Is it you?"

"It's not me! You heard me wrong!" Tong Li waved his hands hurriedly, scared to death.

The people around looked at Tong Li and saw that he was wearing a brocade robe and that he was either rich or noble. They did not take action. One person pointed at him and said, "If you dare to help the enemy country again, don't blame us for taking action!"

"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding!" Tong Li hurriedly left, and several of his friends also hurriedly left.

Except for Yan Yukong, the Qingguo people on Dragon Boat No. 1 remained calm-faced, while the other five people were all in a state of confusion.

"Who is that person? He is just a young scholar. How could he write the poems of Dafu?"

"Could it be that Jingguo officials cheated and their talents were fake?"

"Most likely!"

Yan Yukong said calmly: "If my prediction is correct, that person is the number one boy born in Jingguo, Fang Yun, and he should be the number one scholar now."