Guan Yaoyuan and Yan Yue's bodies trembled, their eyes turned red, countless pages of books and handwriting flashed in their eyes, and were finally shattered by an invisible force.
The two men groaned, blood started flowing from their ears and noses, and they immediately became listless.
Guan Yaoyuan was better off. He did not insult Fang Yun in poetry, but was only affected. However, the Wen Palace was still cracked and it would take decades to repair.
Yan Yue's condition was the worst. There were cracks everywhere in his Wen Palace, and the statues inside the palace were also cracked like spider webs. His talent, as thin as a needle, was like thin smoke floating in the wind. It was no longer possible to use his talent, and he could no longer use his theoretical knowledge.
All the characters he had learned were torn apart, his eyes were confused, and he fell into temporary dementia. From then on, his learning of characters would be constantly interfered with by invisible forces. The higher Fang Yunwen's rank, the stronger the force that interfered with him.
As long as Fang Yun is alive, Yan Yue will never be able to recover as a normal scholar, and will be worse than a student.
Wan Xuezheng sneered, "Do you think Fang Yun can't handle your insults just because he doesn't have literary courage? He is a former sage. Even if he doesn't have literary courage, as long as he has a piece of writing to protect the country and is determined, he will have literary courage for a moment! But I really want to thank you two idiots on behalf of the students of Jing State. You actually forced Fang Yun to write a national 'courage-refining article'. The writing is fragrant and the words are shining. This article is even better than the 'Early Walk in Ji County'."
"One stroke of his pen can write about the three saints, and one piece of writing can stabilize the country. You are worthy of being a sage. Such magnanimity is beyond the reach of ordinary people." The shopkeeper Tang praised. He is a businessman and also a juren.
"This article is very reasonable. Confucius said: If a gentleman lives in it, what is there to be ashamed of? This is the best counterattack against Yan Yue and others. No wonder the words are alive."
“The mountains are famous, the waters are spiritual, and the magnificence of the opening prose is rare in the world, but these are secondary. The fact that one is in a humble room but has a heart toward the saints is something we are far from able to compare with, far from it.” Wan Xuezheng seemed to be ashamed and seemed to be praising.
"This is a bold statement, but some people overestimate their own abilities, so it's no wonder Fang Yun is so unlucky."
Everyone was savoring the feast carefully, completely forgetting about the two people in Wen Gong who were injured by Shanshan Wendan.
Suddenly, there was another clicking sound, and everyone was slightly startled.
The wooden table in front of Fang Yun collapsed with a loud bang, and the page of the national treasure that crushed the table slowly fell down. It was obviously as heavy as a mountain, but at this moment it seemed as light as a feather.
Wan Xuezheng, who was standing by, was quick to pick up the inkstone, ink stick and the pen that had been dipped in ink before the table collapsed to prevent the ink from splashing.
Nunu immediately pounced over, trying to catch the piece of paper from below to show off her achievements to Fang Yun, but the piece of paper weighed a hundred pounds, and the petite Nunu was immediately crushed by the paper.
"Oh! Nunu! Nunu!" The little fox looked at Fang Yun with a crying voice, desperately asking for help. She was frightened and couldn't understand how such a thin piece of paper could be so heavy.
Fang Yun hurriedly bent down to pick up the paper. In the hands of others, this piece of paper would weigh hundreds of pounds, but in the hands of this owner, it was light and fluttering, no different from ordinary white paper.
The little fox immediately rolled up and stood up, walking around the broken table without showing any sign of injury. Then she looked up at the piece of paper angrily, squinting her eyes with a threatening look, as if she regarded the paper as a little beast that bullied her and she was determined to take revenge.
Fang Yun chuckled and said, "This is a good thing, you are not allowed to break it, do you hear me?"
The little fox immediately nodded dejectedly, making an aggrieved look as if he was being bullied and you didn't help him. Then he ran behind Yang Yuhuan, stood up and hugged Yang Yuhuan's legs, stuck out his head, and looked at Fang Yun sadly.
Nunu made everyone laugh.
Fang Yun put away the manuscript of "Praise of the Humble House" and said, "Let's go inside and talk."
Fang Yun, Manager Tang and Wan Xuezhen entered the house together. The people who came with Wan Xuezhen to deliver the rewards also carried various gift boxes into the yard one after another and opened them one by one. There were silk cloths, gold and silver jewelry, and in one of the boxes there was a two-foot-long bloody dried sea cucumber, but the sea cucumber was cut into thin slices and placed on top.
Nunu stared at the Dragon Palace Blood Ginseng and kept circling around the box. He was obviously very greedy, but he never stretched out his claws. Finally, he cried out in pain and ran back to the house, thinking that out of sight, out of mind.
The students and scholars outside the door walked out one after another, but this "Praise of the Humble Dwelling" was more outstanding than Fang Yun's previous poems. They gathered at the entrance of the alley and reminisced about the scenes of "Zhenguo Wencheng", "Sanli Piaoxiang", "Yiebuzhanzhuan" and "Wengong Kaichuang", and enthusiastically discussed the noble character contained in this "Praise of the Humble Dwelling".
People who were friendly with Liu Yanyue and Guan Yaoyuan surrounded the two of them, not knowing what to do.
"It's such a pity for Yan Yue, he's still so stupid. Why did he write that crooked poem to scold Fang Yun? Even if Liu... well, couldn't he use an indirect method?"
"From now on, I'm afraid that not many people will dare to attack Fang Yun head-on. A mere student has such a bold mind, he is truly a natural talent."
"Yeah, I'm a little scared."
"Everyone, I'm not feeling well, so I'll take my leave first. I may need to take a leave of absence for half a year to recuperate, and then take the provincial examination next year. I won't take it this year!" After saying this, the man turned around and left quickly.
"As timid as a mouse! As long as Prime Minister Zuo is here, there is nothing to be afraid of!" Guan Yaoyuan said weakly.
Several people's eyes flickered.
When "Praise of the Humble House" was being written, Li Wenying, the president of the provincial academy of literature, was carefully annotating "Three Character Classic".
"Strange! This Three Character Classic is obviously easy to understand, but why do I feel mentally exhausted and can't write anymore after annotating only a hundred words every day? After waking up, I feel energetic, my writing skills are more refined, and my writing skills seem to have strengthened. Could it be that this Three Character Classic is more profound than the Pillow Book? Forget it, if I can't figure it out, I won't think about it. I'm afraid Fang Yun himself doesn't understand it. After the annotation is finished, I will recommend this article to The Holy Way. With several university scholars and a great scholar checking it, the secret of this article will definitely be dug out."
Li Wenying continued to write stroke by stroke, very slowly, and the pen seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
Suddenly, Li Wenying stopped writing, stretched out his hand to hold the official seal, looked up at the sky, and saw blue sky and white clouds flashing between his eyes. Like an eagle in the sky, he saw the whole picture of the city, and finally saw where Fang Yun was.
After reading it carefully, Li Wenying couldn't help but exclaimed, "Great! With this article to strengthen my courage, my chances of becoming a great scholar will increase by 10%!"
After saying this, Li Wenying closed his eyes and recited "Praise of the Humble Dwelling" involuntarily.
“It’s not the height of a mountain that counts…”
Li Wenying was clearly reciting normally, but his voice became louder and louder.
When the part about "where there is a dragon, it is magical" was recited, the whole state academy of literature could hear it.
When he recited "Ziyun Pavilion of Western Shu", his voice had spread throughout half of Jiangzhou. At this time, his voice was even louder, but most people could not hear it. Only those who were Jinshi or above could hear it.
When he finished reading, Li Wenying's voice echoed over the entire Jiangzhou.
"Confucius said: What is there to be ashamed of?"
Li Wenying's heart moved, and he reached out to grasp the official seal. His talent was suddenly exhausted in an instant, and he absorbed part of the power of the holy temple, turning it into a huge and invisible righteous energy, which swept across the entire Jiangzhou silently.
Outside Linjiang Town, a fish monster with a mouth full of blood was carrying a bone fork and walking slowly into the Yangtze River. Hanging on its bone fork was half a man's body dripping with blood.
As the righteous energy passed by, the fish monster felt like it was in boiling water. Smoke came out of its body and it screamed as it rushed towards the Yangtze River. After running only two steps, it fell headfirst to the ground, and its body slowly turned into pus and blood.
Outside Yuhai City, a group of shrimp soldiers were sharing three human corpses. Suddenly they screamed in pain, and the flesh and blood inside the semi-transparent shrimp shells kept bursting, and finally they all died.
Outside Wangjiatun near the Monster Mountain, a giant golden-haired wolf that was still ten feet tall and on all fours ate a boy. Suddenly it looked up at the sky, then as if frightened, it turned into a shadow and quickly fled to the Monster Mountain.
However, all the righteous energy in the sky suddenly gathered here, and finally turned into a ten-foot-long pen composed of strong white light, which hit the giant wolf hard.
The back half of the giant wolf's body was blown to pieces, and the wounds were smoking. Sometimes it was healing, sometimes it was burned by the righteous energy.
The demon king, the giant wolf, roared toward the sky, cursed a few words in the demon language, and quickly ran toward the Demon Mountain with half of its body supported by its two front legs, leaving a long trail behind it.
Li Wenying's body swayed, and he sat back in his chair, muttering to himself: "A demon king of the Heavenly Wolf Clan actually secretly invaded Jiangzhou, what's the reason? What is the fox god it mentioned? Humph, fortunately, I have "Praise of the Humble House" to sharpen my literary courage and make me alert, otherwise I would not be able to find this demon king. This matter must be reported to the court and the Holy Academy."
Li Wenying's mind moved, and two pages of paper flew up, and words appeared out of thin air on them.
A thought becomes a text.
The two pages of paper flew towards the book transmission hall with two whooshes and disappeared.
Li Wenying's face suddenly changed and he said, "Oh no! That first copy of "Praise of the Humble House"!" After saying that, he took a step forward and a white cloud three feet square appeared under his feet.
Rise rapidly to prominence.
The so-called blue clouds do not refer to blue clouds, but to the white clouds in the blue sky.
However, the blue cloud immediately disappeared.
"My talent has been exhausted!" Li Wenying continued to shout, "Come on, prepare the car! Quick! We can't let anyone get there first."
When Li Wenying was reciting "Praise of the Humble Dwelling", Prefect Sun had already seen Fang Yun through the official seal.
Prefect Sun was from the literary family of a minister, and his ambition was to be a saint rather than pursue a career in politics, so like Li Wenying, he recited the poem silently after reading it, and recited it twice. This consumed some of his energy, but made him feel better.
Prefect Sun strode out, angrily saying, "Fang Yun, you are so good! Cai He asked you to come see me, but you didn't. This is outrageous! I want to ask you in person why you look down on me."
The scholar's aide beside him said, "Sir, there are so many documents in the government that have not been processed. Why are you going out? You are not pretending to be angry at all."
"Stop talking nonsense, get someone to prepare the car. If I wasn't afraid that Li Wenying would report me, I would definitely use the poem of the war. Cai He has a copy of "Early Morning Walk in Ji County" and wrote three short letters to show off to me in just a few days. I can't stand this! This "Humble House Inscription" is several times better than "Early Morning Walk in Ji County". I am determined to get it. Let's go!"
The government office is in the west of the city, while the prefecture office is in the east.
There is a witty saying in Jiangzhou that describes the three top figures in Jiangzhou's Academy of Literature, civil officials, and the military: the ruler of the academy is decisive, the general is crazy, and the governor is always thinking.
At this moment, Gezhou Mu, who looked like an old man, was walking back and forth in his room, thinking in his mind as he walked.
"That is a poem that can strengthen one's courage and protect one's country. It is also the most sturdy inscription for determination. It is of great benefit to me and can even make up for my temperamental weaknesses. Because the left prime minister and the minister of literature were deadlocked, I was promoted by the queen mother to the governor of Jiangzhou. Until now, I have only been a Jinshi and have not been admitted to the Hanlin Academy. The highest I can achieve is the third-rank governor."
"If I can get his first copy of 'Humble House Praise', I will most likely pass the imperial examination and become a Hanlin. Even if I cannot become a prime minister, I will have the opportunity to become one of the six ministries and five officials, and enter the cabinet as a councilor. By then, I won't have to worry about offending the left prime minister."
"But if I take the "Humble House Inscription", it will be equivalent to promoting Fang Yun's literary reputation, which will certainly offend the left prime minister in advance. What should I do then?"
While the governor of Gezhou was hesitating, horse-drawn carriages of high-ranking officials in the city set out from all directions and headed for the same place.
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