After Fang Yun wrote the last word, the official seal moved slightly, connecting to the Holy Temple of Dayuan Prefecture.
The holy temple in Dayuan City erupted with invisible and colorless talent, connecting the vitality of heaven and earth, scholars and Fang Yun's articles within hundreds of miles.
Every reader feels a kind of power enveloping him or her.
In the Fang family courtyard, Cai He was the first to say, "I'd like to follow Fang's brushstrokes!"
Then a brush with a faint white light flew out from Cai Hewen Palace and sank into Fang Yun's article.
"I am willing to follow your lead in writing!" Li Fanming, Yan Yukong and all the other scholars spoke together.
After each person finished speaking, a white brush would appear in Wen Palace and fly into "The Story of Zhongyong".
In the jurisdiction of Dayuan Prefecture, whether in a bustling teahouse or a quiet alley, whether in a dignified and orderly government office or a lively academy, one person after another shouted the same words.
"I wish to follow your lead and write as you wish!"
"I wish to follow your lead and write as you wish!"
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Tens of thousands of pale white light pens rose from various places in Dayuan Mansion, then flew over the Fang family at an extremely fast speed and fell onto the paper in front of Fang Yun.
Every time a light pen enters, the light on the surface of "The Story of Zhongyong" will become brighter. In the end, the page is as bright as the day and the moon.
After the last white light brush entered, the paper shook, and with a "swish" sound, it shattered into black words one by one.
The black words were circling in the air, dancing around Fang Yun. Each word seemed like a living creature, very endearing.
“Words dance!”
At the same time, each word radiated a strange sound, spreading in all directions. This time, not only the literati could hear it, but everyone within a thousand miles could hear it.
All people, regardless of their academic status, wealth, status, gender, age or seniority, who heard this voice seemed to have learned the knowledge in the text, as if the university scholar was personally teaching them the words of heaven.
"Transmitting sound over thousands of miles and educating the people. Add in the dancing of words, and it's a triple vision. I really envy Fang Yun's talent." Yan Yukong couldn't help but sigh.
"Otherwise, why would people give him the nickname Fang Zhenguo? There are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames. I really hope that he can make a big fuss in the imperial examination. Hehe, let's take the imperial examination together in December this year, and we will know then."
"Other visions are nothing, as there are poems and lyrics. But the vision of educating the people is equivalent to a local, minor movement of the Wenqu Star. The people of Jiangzhou and Jingguo are really blessed. Everyone within a thousand miles can be educated by Fang Yun. It may not have much effect on those in their seventies and eighties, but it is enough to make children calm down and study, make young people no longer confused, and make middle-aged people wake up. This is the role of genius. Just one article can stabilize the country and change millions of people!"
"The key is that the truth in it is really thought-provoking and incisive. If I had seen this article when I was young, my achievements today would probably have been improved by 10%. Because my poems and essays were far ahead of my classmates, my teacher praised me for my intelligence, and my classmates praised me for my talent. My neighbors said I was smart, and I believed it until today. But now I understand that it is useless to praise my intelligence. Because that is a talent I already have, someone should recognize my efforts, and let me work harder, which is the real way of education." Jia Jing'an said.
"It is not easy to defend a country with articles. The story of this article may seem simple, but it can be divided into three parts. First, it uses Fang Zhongyong's deeds to point out the importance of acquired efforts. Second, as Jing'an said, it teaches people to understand the difference between intelligence and hard work, which echoes Fang Yun's words, 'There is a path to the mountain of books through diligence, and there is no end to the sea of learning through hard work.' Third, it is a wake-up call. When faced with a situation, should we choose loyalty or filial piety? I am afraid that this article will cause controversy again."
Upon hearing this, Fang Yun shook his head helplessly. Even if the original text of "The Story of Zhongyong" did not contain the last two principles, it was enough to stabilize the country. After all, it was Wang Anshi's famous work.
Wang Anshi was a genius with all-round talents. Even though the Song Dynasty had a monstrous poet named Su Dongpo, Wang Anshi was still listed together with Su Dongpo as one of the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties, and was even better than Su Dongpo in terms of classics and policy essays. Moreover, Wang Anshi once served as the head of all officials and presided over political reforms.
Now Fang Yun has added knowledge from later generations and the most sensitive holy way of the Shengyuan Continent. This article will definitely provoke debate among the literati of the ten countries, and the scale will definitely be even greater than the issue of whether human nature is good or evil.
However, Fang Yun did not want to participate in this kind of debate. If he was not careful, he would incur the hatred of a certain school of thought. It would be better for him to watch the show from the sidelines.
Fang Yun pointed at Fang Li, and the words transformed from "The Story of Zhongyong" pounced on Fang Li like sharks smelling blood.
The black words flowed on Fang Li's body, frightening him so much that he jumped and tumbled, tearing his clothes and rolling around, but he couldn't get rid of the black words. Soon, the black words entered his eyes, nostrils, ears, mouth, etc., and finally turned into invisible force and merged into his body.
"you… "
Fang Li lowered his head and touched and patted his body, and found that there was nothing wrong with his body. However, he had heard of the name of pen-punching. When the saints resisted the invasion of the demons from Liangjie Mountain, they launched millions of pen-punching. Although Fang Yun's pen-punching was not on the same level as the saints' pen-punching, it was well known that pen-punching evil was a thing of the past.
"What have you done to me!" Fang Li was getting angrier and angrier. Once this article came out, the more it spread, the worse his reputation became.
Fang Yun said indifferently: "It's nothing. We will gather the power of all the scholars in Dayuan Prefecture and cooperate with the talents of the Holy Temple to criticize your evil deeds. From now on, anything you do to harm Fang Zhongyong will be stopped by the power of criticism. Zhongyong, you will live in the county school in the future, and you can go home every ten-day holiday. If you don't become a Jinshi, the power of criticism on your father will not disappear. If you are really filial, then study hard and save him when you become a Jinshi."
"My uncle has been very kind to me, and I will never forget him." Fang Zhongyong gave Fang Yunyun a big gift again.
"You little bastard, you..." Fang Li was about to continue scolding Fang Zhongyong, but he found that his mouth was sealed by an invisible force and he could not utter a word.
Fang Li was furious and punched Fang Zhongyong in the nose, wishing he could beat his son to death.
However, when his fist was still two feet away from Fang Zhongyong, his body was fixed by an invisible force and he could not move at all. He could not even blink and could only move his eyeballs.
The anger in Fang Li's eyes could burn down the entire Dayuan Mansion.
Fang Zhongyong hurriedly asked, "Uncle, if father keeps doing this, will he be hurt?"
"No, it will be lifted after a while. You stay with Magistrate Cai. Go back to Ji County with Magistrate Cai immediately. Magistrate Cai will arrange everything for you." Fang Yun said.
Cai He asked in surprise: "I still want to attend your celebration banquet today to clear my name, why do you want me to go back to Ji County right away?"
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Before you asked me to do you this favor, I will tell you the second thing. Lord Wen Xiang has already gone to Wudao River, you must have gone astray with him."
"Ah? Master went to Wudao River? How come I didn't know? I also wanted to see him in Dayuan Mansion!" Cai He said.
"What are you waiting for? Why don't you go quickly? With the temperament of the Minister of Literature, I'm afraid he will look for a quiet place. You can find it by sending people to search along the river."
"I'll go back right away!" Cai He turned around hastily, took a few steps, waved to Fang Zhongyong, and then left quickly.
Fang Zhongyong knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to his father Fang Li, then kowtowed to Fang Yun, then quickly left with Cai He.
However, Cai He walked to the door and suddenly shouted, "No one move!"
Fang Zhongyong was startled and did not move. Fang Yun and other candidates also looked at Cai He in confusion.
Cai He unexpectedly started reciting the war poem for no apparent reason.
"The young man rode his horse as fast as flying..."
Fang Yun was stunned for a moment. Although he had never used this poem, it was a commonly used poem for running battles. Moreover, when Fang Yun left Ji County that day, he wrote a poem called "Ji County Morning Walk". County Magistrate Cai snatched "Ji County Morning Walk" and used this poem to run away.
But today, because of the need to criticize Fang Li, the "Shang Zhongyong" has disappeared and there is nothing left to grab.
"Is he planning to rush back to Ji County to see the Minister of Literature?"
As soon as this thought came to Fang Yun's mind, he saw Cai He rushing to the table and sweeping away the things on the table.
The wool felt padding the paper had broken into pieces. When it was swept away, the yellow-brown wooden texture of the table revealed strong and powerful ink marks. It was as if a knife had carved words on the table and then dyed it black with thick ink. Every stroke was full of spirit and every stroke was extremely sharp, like a blade inserted into the table.
Fang Yun and everyone else finally came to their senses.
"The Story of Zhongyong" is a national article. Fang Yun incorporated great power into writing the article. The power penetrated through the paper and penetrated deeply into the text, which is rare in the world.
Cai He lifted the 500-jin wooden table from the demon world onto his shoulders at lightning speed, and ran away with the poem on his back.
Cai He shouted as he ran: "Master, you are here in Ji County. I don't have anything to give you, so I'll just lend you some flowers to offer to you. Master, you will definitely like it when you see it! Don't worry, I, Cai He, will not treat my own people badly. I will definitely ask Master for some good things for you!"
Fang Yun immediately held his forehead with his hand and thought to himself, just say it directly to the Minister of Literature. You are a dignified Jinshi. With the political achievements of Wudaohe, you will soon become the prefect. Yet you are wearing a white robe and sword clothes and running around the streets carrying a table. How can a human being do this
Li Fanming slapped his thigh and said, "The scratch on the table means it's useless. It's useless to him, but it's a treasure to us! No wonder he is a Jinshi. Why didn't I think of putting the table in Hanhubei first? He is just an ordinary Jinshi. It's impossible for him to have Hanhubei. But we who have Hanhubei actually lost to him! Mistake! Mistake!"
"I learned a trick today." Yan Yukong said.
"Fang Yun is very good at judging people. He is just like Cai Fahai in The Legend of White Snake." Zong Wude said.
Afterwards, a dozen or so scholars began to look around to see if there was any calligraphy of Fang Yun that they could take away.
Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "What are you looking at? It's almost time for lunch, let's go back to the house and sit down!"
Li Fanming said, "Master, although that table is far inferior to the national poetry, it has your powerful and penetrating words, so it is a rare good thing. When you become a half-saint, it will be a family heirloom!"
"Yes, Master, please communicate with us through letters in the future. It is a waste of money to send letters!" Shi Tang said from the side.
"Teacher, I wrote a poem yesterday called "Blank". Please help me fill in the content of the poem." Jia Jing'an said with a smile.
"You are all more dishonest than the other. Do you remember me as your mentor now? Stop talking nonsense and go back to your room and sit down." (To be continued...)