The two looked at each other.
Everyone saw the undisguised coldness in Fang Yun's eyes, and the deep indifference towards traitors.
Fang Yun treats every ordinary person in the human race with respect and kindness. From the day the leftist party harmed Yang Yuhuan, Liu Shan lost Fang Yun's most basic respect, even if he was a bachelor.
Liu Shan's eyes were still warm as usual, as if Fang Yun was not the political enemy or enemy of the holy way that he wanted to get rid of, but rather his cooperative opponent.
Liushan is still the same Liushan, but Fang Yun is no longer the cautious scholar.
Liu Shan smiled slightly and said: "King Ji is famous all over the world. He has made great contributions to the human race, and he also holds the position of virtual saint. Now that he has won the number one scholar in the human race, he is really expected by everyone. However, King Ji is still young after all. If he can enter the Holy Academy to study quietly for three to five years, , In the future, it will be like a hidden dragon rising into the sky, and it will be out of control. "
"The situation in the north is tight. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait three years." Fang Yun looked directly at Liu Shan, his eyes like a sword.
"It's easy to break if you are too strong. If King Ji doesn't know how to hide his power and bide his time, and shows his sharpness too much, he will definitely be jealous of heaven!"
"The heaven and earth can accommodate all living things, so they can accommodate me, Fang Yun. I am not afraid of jealousy from heaven, but afraid of jealousy from others." Fang Yun said.
"Man will conquer heaven." Liu Shan said.
"Yes, man can conquer heaven!" Fang Yun's voice was full of passion.
The two people obviously said similar words, but they meant completely different things.
"To solve the crisis of Jingguo, it doesn't matter whether there are many great scholars or few, let alone Hanlin. What Jingguo needs now is a half-sage, not a virtual saint!" Liu Shan said.
Many Jingguo people present clenched their fists, and Liu Shan finally saw them.
Some old officials were thoughtful, Liu Shan would never do this on weekdays, but today he suddenly spoke, obviously feeling the pressure of Fang Yun.
A Jinshi censor stood up and said sternly: "Master Zuo Xiang, our Jingguo is facing a great enemy. Why do you confuse the people and shake the morale of the army with your monstrous words? With one more great scholar, our Jingguo will have a better chance of winning!"
"Oh? I dare to ask Zhang Yushi, how many breaths can a great scholar last in front of the semi-holy wolf? Three breaths, or four breaths?" Liu Shan's words were still calm and calm.
The censor Zhang was silent, not because he couldn't argue, but because he couldn't continue talking, because once he continued, he would mention Chen Guanhai. Once he talked about the battle between Chen Guanhai and Wolf Slaughter, the consequences would be very serious, because everyone knew that Chen Guanhai would lose. undoubtedly. If you continue to talk, it will shake the morale of the army.
At this time, everyone discovered the cleverness of Liu Shan's conversation. He did not say that Jing Guo could not resist the demons and barbarians, but made a demand that Jing Guo could not fulfill. In this way, even if he wants to see the dagger, he will have no clue.
Fang Yun said: "Back then, Chen Sheng and Lang Lu had an agreement. As long as the barbarians could not attack Yuyang Pass, the two saints could not attack those under the throne. In other words, as long as we hold Yuyang Pass, our Jingguo can hold on for a long time."
"Not to mention that the words of the Demon Saint are not credible. Even if they are credible, how long can Yuyang Pass last in front of hundreds of millions of demon barbarians? What's more, even if our Jingguo has the aid of the Holy Academy and various countries, it will be difficult for the total number of great scholars to exceed Twenty, and all the people of Caoman have been gathered, and the number of great demon kings has exceeded a hundred. Therefore, I think that our country will need a new half-sage within three years."
Liu Shan seemed to be just analyzing Jingguo's current situation, but his last sentence made everyone present feel terrified.
That sentence couldn't be more obvious. Chen Guanhai can only last for three years at most!
Some people finally panicked.
the next three years. It will be the most difficult three years in Jingguo's history, even more difficult than the founding of Jingguo.
Suddenly, the energy in the area near Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan was boiling. Everyone hurriedly looked over, only to find that the energy had calmed down.
Liu Shan suddenly closed his mouth and said nothing.
If he dares to say another word, Jiang Hechuan will dare to kill him in front of Fengtian Palace!
"Three years, that's enough." Fang Yun suddenly smiled, glanced at Liushan, and walked out, his expression calm and his steps calm.
After a few breaths, Ji Zhibai shouted: "Three years are not enough!"
"It's enough to kill a great scholar or scholar." Fang Yun said as he walked.
Everyone suddenly realized that if Jing Guo could not be saved, Fang Yun would have Liu Shan be buried with Jing Guo!
The sky above the palace was clear, but a mile away from the palace, there were heavy clouds and a drizzle of early winter rain.
People in the Left Party felt cold all over. Will the Left Party of tomorrow become the Changxi Village of yesterday
Liu Shan chuckled, with an inexplicable meaning hidden in his smile. He looked at Fang Yun's back and said, "Your Highness Prince Ji, at the end of this banquet for the number one scholar, the number one scholar will write a poem for the number one scholar!"
Liu Shan's voice returned to its usual amiability, as if it was just an unrelated person reminding Fang Yun and just bringing an end to the No. 1 Scholar's Banquet.
Fang Yun did not reply, but walked further and further away. When Fang Yun's figure disappeared outside the palace gate, the sound of tongue-splitting spring thunder sounded over the palace.
"It's slightly cold and miserable with the rain on my back,
There is no dust or mud in Jiumo.
It’s still the same old taste,
Crossing the west street with hanging whip sleeves. "
Everyone was stunned at first, sincerely liking the poem, but no one cheered loudly, because any applause seemed to destroy the artistic conception of the poem.
Everyone seemed to see the cold rain falling miserably, and the chilly raindrops fell on Fang Yun's body. The main roads in the capital are not dusty or muddy at all, they are clean and tidy. The street was full of weeping willows standing on both sides. Fang Yun was walking on the west side of the street. Although he was the top student in high school today, his mood was exactly the same as usual.
Until this moment, some scholars secretly sighed in their hearts that Fang Xusheng's state of mind had really improved to a higher level, and he had gained unexpected spiritual wealth in Ning'an.
No matter how humble a top scholar is, there will still be a trace of arrogance or conceit in the words. But in this poem, there is no proud emotion. Fang Yun really doesn't care about the title of top scholar, he really carries his ordinary Xin's participation in this champion banquet is very consistent with his status as a king and a virtual saint.
Liu Shan suddenly snorted coldly, flicked his long sleeves, and left immediately.
Some scholars didn't understand why Liu Shan was angry. After all, he had always remained calm, but some old scholars suddenly laughed and stopped talking.
The young people talked a lot and quickly discovered the problem.
"The whip sleeve is another name for the willow branch. In winter, the willow tree can be called a willow tree. What would happen if the last sentence were replaced with 'the willow tree hangs down across the street to the west'?"
"Could it be that although there are remnants of willows on the street, the winter rain has washed away the dust on the street. He is no longer affected by the 'Willow Party' and can take a leisurely walk in the clean capital."
"Fang Xusheng's use of poetry is simply superb, and Liu Shan could not have said it better. Future generations will not remember how he treated Fang Xusheng, but as long as this poem exists, future generations will definitely remember Fang Xusheng's ingenuity."
"Speaking of willows...do any of you remember the other two?"
"of course I remember!"
Everyone immediately recited two poems.
The first poem was written by Fang Yunlin at an early spring literary meeting in Ning'an County.
The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as cake,
The color of grass looks far away but is not there up close.
The most advantageous thing about spring is,
The overwhelming smoke and willows fill the imperial capital.
The second poem was written by Fang Yun in Ning'an after he eradicated the Leftist Party in Miszhou.
The messy strips have not yet turned yellow,
If you lean on the east wind, it will be wild.
The flying flowers cover the sun and moon,
I don’t know that there is clear frost in heaven and earth.
Everyone couldn't help but re-appreciate the three poems.
"The first one is a spring poem. At that time, it meant that there was new grass in the spring. This was a brand-new power, better than the Jingguo with only 'willow trees'! The second poem is a poem of early summer. There was a traitor before Creating food disasters and endangering peace is like a willow catkin that goes wild when it gains power. It was easily destroyed by Fang Xusheng, and since then, the "willow tree" in Mizhou has been almost uprooted. This third song is very meaningful!"
Qiao Juze analyzed it unceremoniously: "The first willow poem, the capital has a new grass color. Better than the smoke willow, it is Fang Xusheng's determination that the Left Prime Minister Party is in decline, and he is full of confidence; the second willow poem, the sky and the earth are clear and frosty, and the catkins are gone." Willow tree. It was Fang Xusheng who purged the Zuoxiang party in Mizhou and was full of ambition; in this third Liu poem, Fang Xusheng's state of mind had undergone a major change, and Fang Xusheng had been temporarily suppressed no matter what happened in the future. I will treat the Liu Party as important as before and just treat it as an ordinary enemy, and it will always be the same as usual. "
"He is worthy of being the ancestor of poetry. After such a long time, he can still form a triptych. Every sentence is like a knife, piercing Liu Shan's heart and drawing blood."
"It's terrible to offend Fang Xusheng. Not only will he be scolded when he is alive, but even after he dies, he will be stink for thousands of years!"
"Fang Yun is already a virtual saint. Unless he waits for his reverse seed, even the saints have no right to prohibit the dissemination and destruction of his masterpieces! Don't think about it, Liushan will be infamy for thousands of years!"
"No wonder the left prime minister couldn't help but snorted in the end. I'm afraid he also knew the fate."
"These three songs can be said to be 'three batches of Willow Mountain'."
"Yes, let's name it "Three Batches of Liushan". In the future, when our Yangyi Academy recruits new students, we will definitely teach "Three Batches of Liushan" first."
Many people couldn't help laughing. The dean of Yangyi Academy is so bad. Even if Liushan becomes a great scholar or even a saint in the future, he will not be able to wash away today's sewage.
The leftists couldn't stand listening anymore. The guests simply ignored them and had to leave in despair.
"Huh? The top poems from the Ten Kingdoms have been listed on the literature list one after another, and Fang Xusheng's poem is indeed the first among the top ten poems from the Ten Kingdoms."
"Although Fang Xusheng's poem alludes to Zuo Xiang, it is calm, indifferent and peaceful. Looking at the other top scholar poems, Yan Yukong's poem barely has some artistic conception. After all, it was written in a hurry. The other top scholar poems... There are too many false saints.”
"I'll post "Three Batches of Willow Mountain" together on the discussion list and watch the show!"
"Hahaha… "
Liu Shan returned home with a gloomy face.
Ji Zhibai coughed up blood all the way home and passed out before reaching the door.
In Longma's limousine, Fang Yun sighed in his heart that Longjue was good. Writing poems requires rain. A thought can make clouds and rain. It seems that in the future, if he wants to obtain more powerful Dragonjue power, he will not use the poetry environment. Create an environment!
"In the past, I would have written a poem to retaliate against Liu Shan and that would be it. But today, I must not only fight back, but also take the initiative to attack! At this moment, the demon barbarians are going south and cannot fight Liu Shan head-on. What's more, Liu Shan is not an ordinary bachelor. It is even more than the peak academician, and it is infinitely close to the great Confucianism. I am afraid that I can touch the edge of the holy way at any time. Although my power is strong, it will definitely be suppressed by the power of high-level scholars. Let me think about how to use other means to actively attack... ”.
(To be continued...)