Fang Yun thought something was wrong, put down his chopsticks and walked out, but the doorman rushed out and opened the door.
Feng Yuanjun's followers were overjoyed and said, "Our master sent a letter to the Academy of Literature, and the people in the Academy passed the news home. The master specially asked me to come here to thank you. He will be back tomorrow."
"Master Feng has become a Hanlin?" Fang Yun knew that Feng Yuanjun was a Jinshi, and the next step was Hanlin. If one wanted to become a Hanlin, the best way was to study in the Holy Academy. If one did not study in the Holy Academy, it would take at least 30 to 40 years for a Jinshi to become a Hanlin, and some people would never become a Hanlin in their lifetime.
The attendant said, "It's better than becoming a Hanlin! Your Excellency sat by the Wudao River for three days and three nights, and his literary talent broke through and officially reached the first level, as tough as grass and trees. Even Hanlin may not be able to do that."
Feng Yuanjun had been to the Holy Academy, and it was nothing for him to break through and become a Hanlin now, but now he could refine the Wendan to the first level, so he would definitely become a Hanlin within five years, and then he would enter the second level of Wendan. Once he entered the second level of Wendan, it meant that his chance of becoming a university scholar was several times higher than others.
Fang Yun felt helpless and could only say, "It must be Lord Feng's hard work that led to his success."
But the attendant said, "No! Our master said that he didn't feel anything before, but after reading your 'The Lotus Leaves Reaching the Sky Are Infinitely Green, The Lotus Flowers Reflecting the Sun Are Extraordinarily Red', he felt the beauty of both grandeur and brightness, and with the help of the power of the Enlightenment River, he was able to achieve great success in one realm."
"Lord Feng is too polite. I don't dare to take credit for it." Fang Yun was even more helpless.
"Our master said that when he returns, he will hold a big banquet to celebrate, and he will let you sit at the top of the table to thank you for your selflessness and willingness to tell him the secret of the Wudao River."
"I will definitely attend the banquet." Fang Yun thought that if the Wudao River was useful, Ji County would have produced many geniuses over the years. However, in these hundreds of years, Ji County has only produced him, a Ji County native who is not considered a Ji County native.
"Thank you, Fang Banxiang! I have a favor to ask of you." The attendant clenched and unclenched his hands, clenched and unclenched them again, and looked at Fang Yun very embarrassedly.
Fang Yun said: "I wonder what's the matter?"
"Now everyone in Panorama Kingdom says that you are the god of literature who has descended to earth. I am just a servant and I dare not ask for your calligraphy. Can I go to your flower bed and pick a flower? Even a blade of grass will do, so that my son can carry it with him and pray that he can pass the examination and become a student."
Fang Yun felt puzzled and wanted to say that this was feudal superstition, but he was embarrassed to refuse others on such a small matter.
"Master Fang! I know my request is excessive, but for the sake of our master, please let me pick a piece of grass. Just one piece! As big as a fingernail will do." The forty-year-old follower was about to cry as he spoke.
Fang Yun said helplessly: "You misunderstood, it's not that I don't want to give it to you. Go ahead, there are flowers in the flower bed, pick one if you want."
"Thank you, Master Fang! Thank you, Master Fang! You are really the best scholar in the world!" The follower immediately laughed, fearing that Fang Yun would go back on his word, he rushed into the flower bed in two steps, picked a flower, treated it as a treasure, and carefully put it in his pocket.
"I'm leaving now!" He walked out of the door quickly. Then he bowed ninety degrees to Fang Yun three times in a row, and finally left happily.
"After the Wudao River, will the flowers and plants at home also be in trouble?" Fang Yun looked at the flower bed at home helplessly.
Fang Yun found that the atmosphere in the courtyard was not right. Looking around the courtyard, he found that the concierge, Fang Daniu, the maid, and Mrs. Jiang were all staring at the flowers in the flowerbed.
Fang Yun rolled his eyes, shook his head, and went back to eat.
After dinner, Fang Yun continued to read, and before lunch, Nunu suddenly came into the room.
“Oh…”
Fang Yun heard the little fox's voice was a little anxious and a little angry, so he put the book down and looked back.
Nunu jumped into Fang Yun's arms with a look of grievance, then pointed at the yard with his little paws and cried non-stop.
"What's wrong?" Fang Yun walked out holding Nunu, went out the door and glanced at the yard.
"Nothing. Uh..." Fang Yun's gaze stopped on the flower bed in the yard.
There were twenty flowers in the flower bed this morning, but now there are only nine left. It was too obvious. Some leaves had also been picked off, and the weeds had been cleared away cleanly for the first time.
Fang Yun looked at everyone else, but everyone had their heads down, busy with their own things.
Nunu pointed at these people one by one with his little paws, whimpering as if complaining: Look at them! They picked all the flowers!
Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but it was really hard to teach them a lesson for such a small matter, so he said, "Daniu, don't listen to what others say. I'm not the God of Literature, and these flowers and plants are useless."
Fang Daniu said, "That's hard to say! You are now a role model for scholars. If you are not the god of literature, then what is he? We dare not take your calligraphy. It is precious and it is better to burn it than to spread it. These flowers and plants are nourished by your talent, which must be good for scholars! Since I became your long-term attendant, I feel that I am much smarter than before!"
The others nodded, agreeing with Fang Daniu's words.
Fang Yun thought to himself that he was completely defeated by these people. How could they be much smarter than before and do advertising
Fang Yun said casually: "It's just a few flowers, just pick them and don't spread it around."
Fang Daniu suddenly showed his lackey-like appearance and said with a grin, "Master, if someone wants to buy our flowers and plants, will you sell them to them?"
"You're overthinking." Fang Yun ignored the matter and carried Nunu back to the house, thinking how could this be such a coincidence? It's impossible for anyone to buy them. Could his own flowers and plants form an industrial chain
Fang Daniu looked at the doorman, then at Mrs. Jiang, and winked at her. Mrs. Jiang nodded and glanced towards Yang Yuhuan's room, indicating that she would tell the hostess.
Fang Yun returned to the house, put Nunu aside, and picked up "Wu Zi's Art of War" to read aloud.
Wu Qi is a semi-saint of military strategists who is as famous as Sun Wu. He was a disciple of Zixia, and Zixia was a direct disciple of Confucius. Therefore, Wu Qi can be said to be a direct descendant of Confucianism. His status in the temple of saints is slightly lower than that of Sun Tzu, but much higher than that of Sun Bin. He was named the second best military strategist.
Nunu jumped onto the table, walked to the manuscript of "The Legend of White Snake", stretched out his little paws to turn the pages, turned to the last page, tidied the manuscript, sat on the table, and looked at Fang Yun with resentment.
These days Fang Yun writes a little bit of "Legend of White Snake" every day. This time he plans to write a super long novel, which is a reinterpretation of "Legend of White Snake". When he was in Shushan Fantasy, he made a lot of money with this version of "Legend of White Snake".
Ever since she saw Fang Yun writing The Legend of the White Snake, Nunu often went to Fang Yun's study to take a look. Every time she saw that there was no new manuscript, she looked at Fang Yun with resentment.
After finishing reading "The Art of War by Wu Zi", Fang Yun stood up and prepared to walk to the yard, when he saw Nunu looking at him with resentful eyes again, and patting the manuscript of "The Legend of White Snake" with her little paws.
Fang Yun had no choice but to find ten pages of paper, pick up a pen and dip it in ink, and write quickly. Writing quickly is very exhausting, so Fang Yun slowed down his speed, from four sentences per breath to one sentence per breath. This way, his spirit would not be exhausted at all, and he could write fast enough.
Nunu immediately stood up, clapped his two front paws to express his gratitude, and then happily looked at Fang Yun's manuscript with great interest, sweeping his big furry tail back and forth.
Fang Yun quickly finished writing ten pages and then went for a walk in the yard. Nu Nu read it once and was not finished, so he read it again.
After walking for half a quarter of an hour, Fang Yun was about to go back to the house when Nunu ran out and looked at Fang Yun pitifully.
"Okay, I will finish writing "The Legend of White Snake" in the next few days!" Fang Yun said.
"Ohh! Ohh!" Nunu jumped around excitedly.
In addition to writing The Legend of the White Snake, Fang Yun is also writing Yaoqin Teaching these days.
He went into the room and finished writing the rest of "Yao Qin Teaching", and then gave it to Yang Yuhuan. As long as she finished learning this book, Yang Yuhuan would be able to touch the threshold of the first level of the qin. As long as he wrote a few more qin pieces for her that were not available in Shengyuan Continent, so that she could become a beginner in qin, her qin skills would surely improve step by step.
On the second day, Feng Yuanjun's servant brought an invitation to Fang Yun to attend the banquet.
Fang Yun really didn't want to go, and Feng Yuanjun knew it, so he specifically said in the invitation that if Fang Yun didn't go, Feng Yuanjun would move the banquet to his doorstep.
Fang Yun had no choice but to go.
At night, the Feng Mansion was decorated with lights and music was playing. There were many carriages in front of the gate, and even Li Wenying's six horses.
In the past, Feng Yuanjun was not qualified to invite Li Wenying, although Li Wenying would come if he invited him, but after all, the gap between their literary status was a bit large. Now that he has achieved great success in literary talent, becoming a Hanlin is just around the corner, and even the hope of becoming a Grand Secretary is very high, so he is naturally qualified to invite Li Wenying.
The six dragon horses looked arrogant and no one dared to approach them. But when they saw Fang Yun, they all lowered their heads to greet them.
Fang Yun smiled and nodded, then entered the Feng Mansion.
Feng Yuanjun's followers had been staring at the door. When they saw Fang Yun coming in, they shouted at the top of their lungs, "Fang Yun, Fang Banxiang is here!"
Fang Yun shook his head helplessly, and saw many people walking out of the living room of Feng Mansion, with Feng Yuanjun walking in front.
"Fang Yun! Thank you! Thank you! Thanks to you for guiding me to practice by the Wudao River, otherwise I would never have achieved the highest level of literary talent!"
Fang Yun really wanted to roll his eyes at Feng Yuanjun, but in the end he held back because he had never persuaded Feng Yuanjun to go to Wudao River.
Fang Yun thought about it for the past two days, and finally guessed that the reason why Feng Yuanjun was able to make such a breakthrough was that Feng Yuanjun's own accumulation was sufficient, and the second most important point was the strong psychological suggestion, that is, self-hypnosis. Fang Yun had mentioned Wudao River many times, and had shown amazing talents in front of Feng Yuanjun many times, so Feng Yuanjun not only believed in Wudao River, but also believed that Wudao River could help him break through.
Fang Yun immediately said, "Master Feng, you are too polite. You have achieved what you have today because of yourself. I have not contributed at all. Please don't thank me."
Feng Yuanjun ignored this talk, stretched out his hand to grab Fang Yun's wrist, strode into the main hall, and said as he walked: "You must sit in the upper seat today, and Li Daxueshi has agreed."
"Sir Feng, please don't flatter me!" Fang Yun really didn't want to be in the limelight. The example set by the scholar was too shocking. At the moment, he just wanted to be a scholar quietly.
Li Wenying smiled and fanned the flames: "As a Fang Banxiang, of course you can sit in the upper position."
"Yes, yes, yes, Fang Banxiang must take the seat."
Everyone started to make a fuss. These scholars, who were at least Juren in the imperial examination, did not show any jealousy or dissatisfaction. Instead, they were all envious.
. (To be continued..)