His voice was not loud, but the power of the great scholar made his voice spread for miles, and everyone in the pleasure boat could hear it.
The piano stopped.
Between the two boats, there was only the sound of flowing water.
Then, a clear and melodious voice sounded.
"It is too quiet to write a quatrain in the night, for I am afraid of startling the stars and falling into the cold water!"
Ji Anchang was suddenly stunned, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes that was difficult to conceal.
Who is the poet saint on the river? Let me show you his beautiful writings.
The night is so quiet that I cannot write a quatrain, for I fear the stars will startle and fall into the cold water!
Ji Anchang was saying, who dares to claim the name of the poet here on the river? If you have the ability, show us some truly good poems and articles.
The first sentence of the responder seemed very humble, saying that it was too quiet at night and he didn't want to write poetry, but the second sentence was very powerful. It was not that he was afraid of Ji Anchang, but that he was afraid that the poem would be too good and would alarm the stars in the sky. If the stars fell into the water, it would break the tranquility of the moment.
Ji Anchang felt as if he was crashing into a mountain, and had the illusion that he was being bullied.
Ji Anchang was speechless, as he just said these words out of anger and provocation, but he didn't expect the other party to respond immediately, and as soon as he opened his mouth he spoke a poem with great momentum. This is definitely not something that an ordinary person can do, let alone himself, even Li Wenying or even the famous poets in history may not be able to respond in such a short time and blurt out such magnificent verses.
Ji Anchang's eyes flickered. If someone had come up with such a poem at a literary gathering, he could accept it. After all, it would have been prepared and the subject might even have been missed. But he was the one who took the initiative to propose it and the other party had no time to prepare at all. Who was this person
"With such an aura, could he be a half-saint?" Ji Anchang's right hand began to tremble slightly, and the harm caused by days of alcoholism finally showed up in his body.
Ji Anchang was constantly thinking in his mind, trying to resolve the current predicament.
However, Ji Anchang had no idea how to deal with it even if he tried his best. The other party's poem was too good and completely shut him up. No matter what he said, he couldn't get around it.
After a few moments of silence, Ji Anchang suddenly realized that as a great scholar, he would not be like this even if he encountered an opponent. The reason for this was that he was overwhelmed by the opponent's literary talent and his mind was confused.
Ji Anchang was filled with grief, thinking that the territory of Jing State was simply the grave of his literary reputation. He was scared to death back then, and a few days ago he was defeated by Li Wenying at the Shengxing Literary Association and made a fool of himself. Now he was even more miserable. After a nap, he made a casual provocation on the river, but he hit a wall. He was actually defeated by Li Wenying without realizing it.
What kind of person could surpass the great scholars in literature
Ji Anchang didn't even have to think about it, nor did he foolishly reveal his noble identity as a great scholar, because he knew that the other party was at least also a great scholar, and might be a great scholar with a higher status and reputation than himself.
Ji Anchang's mind flashed with the great scholars and great scholars he had known in the past, but he found that he had never heard that voice before.
Afterwards, Ji Anchang tried his best to recall the voices in the pleasure boat. He was not fully awake before and did not pay special attention to those voices. He did not think about verifying them carefully. But now he carefully verified them with the voices in his memory. Suddenly, his face changed drastically, his body stiffened, and he stared blankly at the seemingly ordinary pleasure boat.
The person who praised "world-famous" had a voice very similar to Li Wenying.
As for the person who called Fang Yun the "Poet Saint", it was none other than the great writer Yi Zhishi.
Ji Anchang felt like his brain wasn't enough, he couldn't understand why these people appeared on this ordinary pleasure boat.
“Is there really a half-saint here?”
Ji Anchang was sweating profusely and dared not move, for fear of angering the possible Semi-Saint.
At this time, the voice responding to the poem sounded again: "It turned out to be Mr. Anchang. Fang is currently recuperating and cannot go out. I hope you will forgive me for not welcoming you in person."
When Ji Anchang heard the name "Fang Mou", he was stunned at first, and his regret became even greater.
When he just returned to Shengyuan Continent, he didn't care about Fang Yun. He just thought of him as a particularly talented genius who only wanted to defeat Li Wenying. However, as he gradually got to know Fang Yun, he realized that the gap between him and Fang Yun was as huge as a galaxy.
As for Li Wenying, he was only defeated in a literary battle, but he was confident in other aspects. Moreover, Li Wenying acted with courage, and was decisive but too direct, which made it easy for people to guess his words and deeds and avoid him in advance. It took Li Wenying more than 30 years to gain a firm foothold in Jingguo step by step and have his own power.
Ji Anchang once carefully observed Fang Yun's experience and found that Fang Yun was completely different from Li Wenying. He was brave when necessary, killing the Dragon King, occupying the Jiaosheng Palace, and his actions in Ning'an City were even more radical than Li Wenying.
But on the other hand, Fang Yun was very resourceful and almost single-handedly built the iron-clad Fang Party in Jing State in just a few years, so that officials from other factions are now secretly wary.
Ji Anchang suddenly realized that his previous feeling was correct. Even Li Wenying could suppress him and almost drive him crazy. If Fang Yun took action, it would really be like bullying him.
But, what now
Ji Anchang was completely stunned. Was it not enough that he was humiliated in front of Sheng Xingwen Club, and he had to be humiliated again in front of Fang Yun
Both sides were silent for a long time, and then Fang Yun's voice was heard again.
"Since Mr. Anchang is busy and cannot board the ship, let's talk another day. I see that your mind and body are seriously damaged. If you continue, it may hurt your foundation. Please take care of yourself. Your body is the foundation of the holy way."
Ji Anchang immediately understood that Fang Yun was trying to give him a way out and to persuade him. He blushed and cursed himself inwardly for living such a long life but not being as magnanimous and resourceful as Fang Yun. He immediately said in embarrassment, "If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely visit you and ask for your advice on poetry."
In the end, Ji Anchang also gave in.
Then, on the pleasure boat, everyone saw a funny scene.
The great scholar rolled up his sleeves, held the oars with both hands, and rowed away quickly.
Yi Zhishi was stunned for a long time before he said, "I have seen this person before, but I didn't know that he actually liked to disguise himself as a commoner to practice in the secular world."
On the other side, Ji Anchang rowed for a long time in the boat, and suddenly froze, thinking: "I am a great scholar, I can definitely leave on Pingbu Qingyun, why am I so scared after hearing what Fang Yun said that I can only row the boat?"
Seeing that they were not far from the shore and afraid that their identity would be discovered by others, Ji Anchang gritted his teeth and continued rowing.
Without meeting him, but only hearing his voice, Ji Anchang fled in panic like a frightened bird.
On the pleasure boat, two ordinary musicians continued to play the zither in the outer room, while in the inner room, Fang Yun was sitting on a recliner, half lying on it, his body covered with thick white bear skin.
At this moment, Fang Yun was not much different from before, except that his face was slightly pale and his breathing was a little weak.
Below him, Yi Zhishi and Li Wenying sat opposite each other, and a little further away, the governor Dong Wencong and others accompanied them.
Li Wenying laughed and said, "What a good trick! I racked my brains and spent my whole life to write a poem to defeat him once, but you just said two sentences in the air and scared him away in embarrassment."
Fang Yun said: "It's a small matter, not worth mentioning. The reason why I used an ordinary pleasure boat to cruise the river to receive Mr. Zhuji was to have some peace and quiet, but who knew it would still not be peaceful. Don't flatter me anymore in the future."