"Sheng Fang Xu is too polite. He actually gave us so many Wenxin fish." Grand Secretary Zong Qingyin had a kind smile on his face, but his words were full of venom.
Lei Mo smiled and said, "Fang Xusheng is indeed the leader of the human race. I'm afraid there are more than 200 fish on your boat, and there is also a top-grade Wenxin fish."
Zong Qingying said: "The top-grade Wenxin fish is indeed good, but compared to your instantaneous Wenxin, Brother Lei, it is nothing."
Fang Yun's heart sank to the bottom.
There are no detailed rules for the Xuehai Race. Generally, whoever sails farther wins. However, Xuehai Island is recognized as the end of Xuehai Sea. The Zong Lei fleet actually found Xuehai Island, so they are the well-deserved champion.
This means that the more than 200 Wenxin fish he caught will be handed over to others.
Fang Yun accepted the defeat and did not make excuses. He comforted himself in his heart not to be angry, but the feeling of loss could not be eliminated.
This failure is too fatal, and I will gain nothing in the ocean of learning.
In an era when everyone's strength is growing, if you don't grow, you will fall behind.
After hearing "Momentary Literary Mind", Fang Yun finally felt a little relieved from his heavy mood. He raised his head and looked forward, taking a closer look at Lei Mo's ship.
In a corner of the ship, bubbles were floating and a golden fish was swimming slowly in it.
Fang Yun was stunned, looking helpless. God really didn't give him a chance to survive. It was bad enough that he failed in the race, but the instantaneous Wenxin fish he saw in the eye of the typhoon was actually caught by Lei Mo.
Lei Mo stroked his long beard with his hand, smiling, and said: "It's just luck. I wanted to catch another fish, but who knew this 'Four-Sided Clash Fish' would jump out. I just shook it and caught it."
Zong Qingying glanced at Fang Yun and said, "Brother Lei is too modest. Fang Xusheng once said that opportunities are only reserved for those who are prepared, and you are a prepared person. If it were someone else, even if they encountered this Wenxin fish, they might not be able to catch it."
Gu Yuan on another boat smiled and said, "Qing Yu is right. Brother Zong, don't be so modest. With Four Surrounded Crows, you will be able to fight even if you meet a great demon king."
Remo smiled and nodded.
Fang Yun's heart was filled with regret. He didn't expect that it was actually a besieged Wenxin fish. Unfortunately, although he saw this instant Wenxin fish at that time, it was too far away and he had no chance to catch it.
The Four-Sided Besieged Song is a momentary literary mind. If it is of low quality, it can only be used once, but it is extremely powerful. Once the Four-Sided Besieged Song is used, within three breaths, the war poem will change from one to four, and appear in four directions of the enemy, attacking the enemy at the same time.
This instantaneous literary mind is too powerful. If it is combined with some poetic visions or other literary minds, it will cause extremely terrifying destructive power.
It is said that there was a conflict between the human race and the demon barbarians in the ancient land of Shihan. A great scholar of the Zeng family killed a great demon king of the enemy in the blink of an eye with the help of the Four-sided Enemy. He shocked the whole audience and forced the powerful enemy to retreat.
There was the Zong Lei fleet in front and sea beasts around. Fang Yun felt that he was surrounded on all sides and was in a desperate situation.
When the sea beasts near the small island in the middle of the sea saw the dragon boat appear, most of them did not move, only three sea beasts rushed towards the dragon boat.
Lei Mo smiled and said, "Saint Fang Xu, since the race is over, I think you should just jump off the boat. We will continue fishing here and accept your Wenxin fish when we return to the beach. In addition, I am very grateful to Saint Fang Xu for making such a huge contribution to the Zong and Lei families. With so many Wenxin fish, our Zong and Lei families will be grateful to you for generations to come!"
Fang Yun took a deep breath and suppressed all the anger in his heart, but he clenched his fists tightly. Fang Yun did not give up and continued to control the dragon boat and rushed towards the island in the middle of the sea. As long as he entered the range of the island in the middle of the sea, he would not have to worry about sea beasts.
On the edge of a small island in the middle of the sea, there stood three huge tower ships. Three blue-robed university scholars stood on the bow of a tower ship respectively, like sons of noble families looking down on the common people in the world, with a look of gloating, complacency, and a hint of regret and remorse in their eyes.
Lei Mo sighed and said, "I didn't expect that Wansheng Fang Zhenguo would be defeated in the end."
"From today on, he will probably understand that the power of a real aristocratic family is far beyond that of a poor kid like him who suddenly emerged. He'd better keep a low profile. If he continues to be rampant, what awaits him will not only be failure in his studies, but also failure in his life!" Zong Qingying said.
"His talent is unquestionable, and his contributions are also unquestionable. His biggest mistake is that he is arrogant because of his talent, and he refuses to bow his head in front of the wealthy and powerful families! If he had bowed his head before, he would have had a chance to walk with his head held high in the future. But now, he has to bow his head even if he doesn't want to! From now on, we have countless ways to make him bow his head!"
"What a pity. I have always admired Fang Yun, but for the sake of family, I must defeat him." Lei Mo said hypocritically.
Zong Qingyin smiled coldly and said, "If Fang Yun sincerely admits defeat and comes to our Zong family's gate naked on the snow to apologize, then we may forgive him. If he still doesn't know how to advance or retreat after this failure, then we can't blame him for being defeated again and again, breaking his literary courage and destroying his holy way!"
"There are countless crazy people, but in front of the aristocratic families, they are nothing but ants." Gu Yuan looked at Fang Yun in the distance, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.
Lei Mo pretended to be serious and said, "There was once a poor boy who boasted of his extraordinary talent and proud character. He criticized our family for being intolerant and compared himself to a poor weaving girl. He wrote a very bad and crooked poem. Although the poem is bad, the emotion is real and it is quite similar to Fang Xusheng's current situation. I am tempted to revise the poem, but I am afraid of making a fool of myself, so I decided not to do it."
Zong Qingying and Gu Yuan looked at each other and smiled. Zong Qingying said, "Brother Lei, don't be modest. Your building ship is the best in Xuehai. It may not look as good as Fang Yun's dragon ship, but it is definitely much better in other aspects. Besides, since it is a poem given to Xu Sheng, it must be completed."
"Brother Lei's talent has been well-known to people of my generation many years ago. Brother Lei must not be too modest. Since your current situation is quite similar to Fang Xusheng's, you should bring it out." Gu Yuan said.
Lei Mo sighed and said, "You two have a point. This poem is not meant to mock Fang Xusheng, but mainly to express regret. Please don't misunderstand me."
"Of course, of course!" The two nodded repeatedly with smiles on their faces.
The two knew that a winner must have the bearing of a winner. They must praise Fang Yun to show their magnanimity and win a good name for themselves. At the same time, they must also make some sarcastic remarks about Fang Yun and not let him have an easy time.
"Okay, then I will recite the newly revised poem." Lei Mo said and began to recite the poem.
"I have never known the fragrance of silk and satin, and I feel even more sad when I think of seeking help from a good matchmaker.
Who loves the elegant and refined style? We all pity the frugal dressing style of the times.
I dare to boast of my slender fingers, but I do not draw my eyebrows to make them longer.
I hate that I have to weave gold thread every year to make wedding dresses for others. "
After hearing this, their eyes lit up.
"Good poem! Good poem! Especially the last line, 'I have been weaving golden threads year after year to make wedding clothes for others', it is really a superb poem. Brother Lei will definitely be remembered for this!"
"Hahaha, Qingying, you're too polite." Lei Mo was overjoyed.
Gu Yuan glanced at Fang Yun and said, "This poem compares the poor girl to Fang Xusheng, which is very appropriate. The poor girl has never worn silk and fine clothes, and no one is a matchmaker. She can only take the initiative to find someone to be a matchmaker. Just thinking about it makes me sad. The poor girl is also pessimistic about marriage, because men nowadays like women to wear popular makeup, and no one will like the elegant style of the poor girl. When Fang Xusheng was bullied before he became a boy, he was probably just like the poor girl."
Zong Qingying said: "After becoming famous, Fang Xusheng seldom participated in literary gatherings, and there seemed to be no rumors of him competing with other scholars for favor. Just like the poor girl, he was proud of his ability to weave exquisite needlework with his ten fingers, and did not compete with other women to see who was better at dressing up. The poor girl hated that the gold thread embroidery she had worked hard to weave every year should have been worn by herself and used for her wedding, but in the end it could only be sold to women from wealthy families and became someone else's wedding dress! What a pity, what a pity, Fang Xusheng worked hard to pass the palace examination and successfully entered the sea of learning, but failed in the competition, just like the poor girl. "
Gu Yuan praised: "Brother Lei must have seen deep hatred in Fang Xusheng's eyes, so he changed it into such a beautiful poem. The hatred in the last two lines goes straight to the sky, and even I sigh for Fang Xusheng."
Zong Qingyin laughed and said, "I don't feel anything. I just think the poor girl in the poem is really pitiful. As for Fang Yun, he should have given us all the Wenxin fish. He owed it to our Zong and Lei families! He deserves it for helping others!"
Lei Mo said: "Brother Qing, you have distorted my original poem. This poem mainly praises Fang Xusheng for his elegant style, which is different from that of us vulgar scholars. As for the last line 'I hate to press gold thread year after year to make wedding clothes for others', it is mostly regretful and has no other meaning. You must not misunderstand that I am mocking him."
"Haha, Brother Lei is right. Fang Xusheng has been bitterly resentful of sewing gold thread year after year to make wedding dresses for others. He will surely become famous throughout the world and be included in history books. This is a good thing, how can it be said to be a bad thing? You are helping Fang Xusheng to become famous. In the future, when others see those embroidery, wedding dresses, and poor girls, they will naturally think of Fang Xusheng!" Zong Qingying said.
The three of them smiled at each other, and everything was expressed without words. Everyone was in an extremely good mood. On the surface, they were praising Fang Yun, but in fact they were mocking and attacking him. This kind of poetry was far more vicious than the poems that directly attacked Fang Yun.
Fang Yun looked at the three people and said, "What a wonderful saying, 'Bitter hatred year after year, making wedding clothes for others'. Grand Secretary Lei's words are really pearls."
Lei Mo smiled and said, "Oh, I forgot to give this poem a title. How about calling it "The Sea of Learning Imitates the Poor Girl Sending Fang Yun?"
"Fang Yun, this poor girl... Ahem, it was a slip of the tongue. Fang Xusheng, this poem has a lofty purpose, you must not let Brother Lei down. Remember, don't be like that lowly poor girl, who couldn't get married but still boasted about herself, and ended up with a tragic ending of being a wedding dress for others. In the future, you must learn to humble yourself, learn to give up the so-called high standards, and be a normal scholar!"
"Well, I'll write it down. But before I fail and return to the beach, I have to vent my anger. The eighteenth, nineteenth, and twentieth!"
(To be continued…)