The crowd was still discussing.
"The imperial court has not responded yet. They may have to wait for the approval of the literary memorial archway before rewarding them. However, this time the poem is written to protect the country, and it will definitely appear in the court tomorrow. Logically speaking, writing a poem to protect the country will increase the fortune of our country, so at least a title should be granted. The title of 'county man' is too low, it should be at least 'county man'."
"This poem is very likely to be recommended by Li Daxueshi to the monthly magazine 'Sacred Way', and 'Spring Dawn' will definitely appear in the next month's 'Sacred Way'. This is the first time that these two poems have appeared together, which has not happened for a hundred years."
"But I heard that among the three editors of the Holy Way, one is the youngest university scholar of Qing Kingdom. The two countries of Jing and Qing have been at odds for a long time. Will he interfere?"
"That's impossible. Even if the three university scholars are editors, the final review will still be done by the great scholar, so there shouldn't be any problems."
"The problem is, Fang Yun also has a poem called 'Year End' that was recommended."
"Three poems at the same time? It's unprecedented. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. From what the county magistrate said, he doesn't want him to be too famous. He needs to hone his skills for a few years, but now he can't hide it anymore."
"He is going to be in the limelight. It is completely different for a student to write a poem to protect the country and for a great scholar to write a poem to protect the country. No matter whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is my blessing to be able to be from the same hometown as him."
"However, Fang Yun, you should not be proud. In the eyes of the saints, the classics are the great way, governing a country is the middle way, and poetry is the minor way."
"The tide has turned. Now the monsters are lurking around. It may be possible to carve out a path to become a saint by taking a small path." Mr. Su vaguely pointed out his views on the current situation.
"That's true. Fang Yun has such great talent. He may be able to embark on his own path in a few decades."
"indeed."
Not long after, Magistrate Cai secretly took out the ink he was carrying, then took the poem page from someone else and placed it on the stone table.
"Fang Yun, come here. Your handwriting is more than ten times better than the one in the county exam. The structure and shape of the characters are very special. I have never seen them before. It seems that you have the potential of a famous calligrapher. Come over and tell me about it." said Magistrate Cai.
Everyone had finished watching, so they stepped aside and let Fang Yun walk to Magistrate Cai.
Wang Yuanjun stroked his beard and smiled, "You are a teachable boy. Although your handwriting is still a little immature, it is not worse than that of ordinary students. You already have the style of a master. In less than three years, you may surpass us. This... County Master, what are you doing!"
Wang Yuanjun's eyes widened as he saw Magistrate Cai suddenly grab Fang Yun's right thumb, then press Fang Yun's thumb into the bright red ink and then onto the page of paper with the poem "Early Morning Walk in Ji County".
Fang Yun raised his thumb in confusion, and the red fingerprint on the paper was clearly visible.
Everyone looked at Magistrate Cai in confusion. What kind of drama was this
Magistrate Cai grabbed the piece of paper at lightning speed and ran away, reciting a war poem as he ran.
"The young man rode his horse as fast as flying,
Sell all the scholar's clothes to buy war clothes;
I don't know how my strength has decreased as I grow old.
At night, I still dream of breaking free from the siege. "
While reciting this poem, a strong wind blew around Magistrate Cai's body. He lightly stepped on the ground and took a step of seven or eight feet. His body glided in the air at an extremely fast speed, no less than a galloping horse.
County Magistrate Cai laughed out loud: "Hahaha, this poem should be my heirloom! Fang Yun, you can go without worry!"
Fang Yun almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Is this still a Jinshi? Is this still the head of a county? With this kind of person, he still has the chance to become the governor of a province? Last night he said that he was a student of the Minister of Literature. A great scholar taught such a student? Can we still happily discuss the meaning of the classics in the future
The others suddenly realized what was going on and became jealous!
Su Juren shouted, "The thief is ashamed to leave. Return my son-in-law, the poem that protects the country! What are you waiting for? Join forces to stop him!"
"Mr. Su is right. If he dares to touch the official seal, I will report him!" Wang Yuanjun said angrily.
"Cai He, how can you be so treacherous! You are not a human being! You are not a human being!"
Mr. Su pointed his finger in front of Magistrate Cai and quickly recited the famous war poem "Dafengge" by Emperor Taizu of Han, Liu Bang.
"The wind rises and the clouds fly, my power spreads across the country and I return to my hometown. How can I find brave warriors to guard the four directions!"
The scholar killed the enemy and spoke eloquently.
A sound of breaking air was heard in the sky, and then a green tornado ten feet high appeared in front of County Magistrate Cai and blew towards him rapidly. The strong wind formed by this war poem was far stronger than a natural tornado, and the wind blades were as sharp as knives. If anyone was caught in it, he would be minced into pieces.
Wang Yuanjun was not to be outdone, and recited the war poem "Canglangxing" by Chen Guanhai, a semi-saint of Jingguo. Then a huge wave four feet high and nine feet long appeared behind Cai He, and it attacked from both sides with the tornado. This huge wave was stronger than the power that Lu Constable had stimulated with the Wenbao waist badge.
"They're all crazy!" a scholar muttered to himself.
Several old scholars watched the show with smiles on their faces. Unless everyone present attacked desperately, it would be impossible to stop Magistrate Cai, as the other party was a Jinshi.
Fang Yun was in a state of confusion, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He didn't expect that the first time he saw a scholar using war poems to fight would be in this situation, and it was caused by one of his poems.
"Haha, I'm going to decide on this poem. Sword out, fire!"
County Magistrate Cai was seen laughing and speaking out his talent, which condensed into an ancient sword of talent.
As soon as the ancient sword of talent slashed into the tornado, there was a loud bang, and the tornado exploded into a green mist that scattered everywhere.
At the same time, the Niu Man who was originally protecting Magistrate Cai suddenly jumped to a height of two meters, and then punched at the huge waves chanted by Wang Yuanjun.
"boom!"
The Bull Man was knocked back and thrown out like a ball by the powerful force, and the power of the huge waves was weakened, making it difficult for him to catch up with Magistrate Cai.
The bull-barbarian smashed a shallow hole in the ground, then stood up, shaking his head and brushing off the dust on his body, and he was not hurt at all.
"It turns out to be a barbarian general." Fang Yun did not expect that this barbarian was so powerful. A barbarian general is equivalent to a juren in the human race. One person is enough to defeat an army of a thousand people.
Although the barbarian general cannot defeat the juren's war poem in one blow, it is even more difficult for the juren to kill the barbarian general. In a one-on-one situation, the barbarian general has a great chance of winning as he possesses individual strength that cannot be matched by humans.
"Hahaha, Fang Yun, go find Zhou Zhubu again tomorrow, and I will give you a small gift." Cai He rushed into the city with a big laugh. He did not have the steadiness of a county magistrate at all. He was simply a wild and ambitious young man.
Su Juren was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and cursed helplessly: "Cai He, you little fox! Why didn't I think of this trick! Fang Yun, if my daughter or granddaughter becomes your concubine, can you return the poem that guards the country to me?"
Mr. Su looked at Fang Yun expectantly. Although he was obviously a man in his fifties, his eyes were more pitiful than those of a kitten.
Fang Yun was also helpless and said, "How could I know that Magistrate Cai was so cunning? It's just a poem. Forget it. I'm leaving now. Goodbye."
Wang Yuanjun stretched out his hand to stop him and asked, "Don't you have any new poems to write?"
"How can a national poem be so easy to write?" Fang Yun almost rolled his eyes. This Wang Yuanjun didn't even learn his lesson.
"If we can't defend the country, Mingzhou will do. My appetite is not as big as Magistrate Cai's. Mingzhou can be my family's heirloom." Wang Yuanjun said.
Su Juren said, "I don't want Mingzhou, Dafu is fine, and I can write both poetry and music."
A scholar whispered, "Just give me a poem that's good enough for the county. I'm worried about not having a good betrothal gift for my second son."
Another scholar joked: "If you can really get the poem that will be the first to leave the county, you can send it to my family as a betrothal gift. My daughter is called Xiao Yuhuan."
"That `s a deal!"
The people around laughed.
Fang Yun gave the two scholars a look of both anger and amusement, bowed and said, "Goodbye, everyone." Then he jumped into the carriage.
Su Juren said, "Don't leave. The marriage of my daughter or granddaughter can be discussed. Can you keep your next poem for me? I have a great niece."
Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and just waved goodbye.
Wang Yuanjun sighed and said, "Cai He is so greedy. Not only did he receive the gifted poem, he also stole the 'first' national poem! This matter cannot be over! The national poem was snatched away by that bastard Cai He with his fingerprints. How shameful! We must make him bleed profusely, and we must not let him get away with it."
Su Juren said, "Of course we can't let him go! But this handprint national poem is too rare. When Fang Yun becomes famous, he will definitely have his own seal and will never use a handprint. That page of poetry may be a one-of-a-kind work. If Fang Yun becomes a great scholar or even a saint in the future, Cai He will get a great advantage."
Wang Yuanjun's face turned pale, and he said, "When I think of the scene when Cai He snatched the national poem, I feel heartbroken. My heart is bleeding! I would rather exchange my official position for this national poem!"
"Let's go! Let's go to his house for breakfast, lunch and dinner as well, for three days in a row! Otherwise, I won't be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart!" Mr. Su said angrily.
"Walk!"
Everyone responded and walked towards the county government office with a smile.
Fang Yun shook his head, lifted the curtain and went in.
It was dark inside the carriage, but Fang Yun saw a pair of bright eyes looking at him.
There was shock, joy, relief, and more admiration and worship in Yang Yuhuan's eyes.
"Xiao Yun, you are so awesome!" Yang Yuhuan said excitedly, staring at Fang Yun intently.
"It's okay." Fang Yun felt a little embarrassed.
Yang Yuhuan said: "How can you say it's okay? Even a woman like me knows the reputation of the national defense poem. Look at those high officials, they actually fought over your matter, I have never heard of such a thing, you are simply... No, you are a great talent!"
Fang Yun couldn't help but smile. He didn't expect that after just writing a poem, Yang Yuhuan became like a crazy fan chasing her idol. At this time, Yang Yuhuan was even more beautiful and charming.
Fang Yun took a closer look at Yang Yuhuan and said, "Sister Yuhuan, you have become more beautiful again, but you are still thin. You need to continue eating."
"Nonsense!" Yang Yuhuan blushed and lowered her head.
Mrs. Jiang flattered, "Mr. Fang is indeed a literary star descended from the earth. He caused officials to fight each other just by writing a poem. What will happen in the future? But they won't really fight to the death, right?"
Fang Yun smiled and said, "You worry too much. Wang Yuanjun and Su Juren just fought because they were angry and frustrated. It's not that serious. Isn't there a poetry competition? It's almost the same as a sparring match."
"That's good." said Mrs. Jiang.
Fang Daniu outside shouted, "Master, I saw a war poetry gathering a few years ago. At that time, two scholars wrote war poems with the theme of 'fire'. They actually signed a life and death agreement. As a result, one of them was burned to death. It was a tragedy."