"Brother Qiao is actually a hidden member of the Snow Party!" Chen Lile, who was also a Jinshi from Shangshe, pretended to be angry.
"Hehe, I'm just telling the truth. I will never interfere in the dispute between snow and plum. I think both snow and plum are beautiful!" Qiao Juze continued to be a good guy.
Li Wenying ignored others and looked at Fang Yun with a smile.
The others continued to persuade him. Fang Yun looked at the sky. Inside the capital, it was still as clear as day and the sun was visible, but this place, far away from the capital, was very dark. The dark clouds in the distance were light yellow, and the sky and the earth were covered by white snow.
Fang Yun nodded slightly.
Many scholars immediately smiled and waited respectfully for Fang Yun's poems.
Fang Yun glanced at everyone and sighed in his heart. His current status was indeed different from before. Before, when he wrote poems, others were just curious or expectant, but now everyone has a lot of respect.
He was able to resist divine punishment, was granted the title of Second Sage, was awarded the title of Virtual Sage by the Jinshi degree, and was an amazing saint for his literary achievements. Any one of these points is enough to make a true scholar respect him.
Fang Yun said slowly: "Mr. Jianmei is going to travel far to the ancient land. Fang Yun has nothing, so I wrote a poem to give to him. I hope Mr. Jianmei will have smooth sailing and return with success!"
As Fang Yun spoke, he lowered the shield in front of his chest, took out pen and ink from the bookcase, and began to write slowly.
"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds cover the sun, the north wind blows the geese and the snow falls." After writing, Fang Yun stopped writing and looked into the distance thinking.
This is not a school, and many people cannot see the talent on paper and talk about it in low voices.
"The first sentence is good. It describes the moment when the sun is blocked by dark clouds stained with pale yellow. It is clearly daytime but still dim. Both the scene selection and the wording are excellent, as if they have been refined through thousands of hammers. This is probably the legendary genius."
"The second sentence... doesn't seem good. We hear the north wind and see the snow falling, but where are the wild geese? Generally speaking, the wild geese have already left the north before the snow falls. How could the wind and snow blow to the wild geese?"
Some people stood there in a daze, not knowing how to explain.
Li Wenying suddenly smiled and remained silent.
An old scholar stroked his beard and smiled, saying: "The wild goose is right before our eyes, it is a rebel!"
Everyone immediately understood that the wild goose in the text referred to Li Wenying, and they burst into laughter.
"Yes, Fang Shizu really got the true meaning of the poem, and this time he used it to perfection."
“The combination of reality and illusion is quite picturesque and makes the pain of separation more apparent.”
"The artistic conception is good, but the poetry is average." The old Hanlin who explained earlier spoke the truth.
Fang Yun had doubts when he read Gao Shi's poem. Wild geese migrate south in August or September of the lunar calendar, so it is difficult to have heavy snow at this time, and even if there is, it is difficult for the poet to encounter it by chance. The so-called "north wind blowing the geese" and heavy snow are actually images created by the poet to refer to the departed friend. Letting the wild geese and the heavy snow in the same sky further highlights the friend's situation.
Many scholars were sad. Li Wenying was being watched closely by the demons. It was bound to be dangerous to go to the ancient land of the deserted city. However, as a newly promoted scholar, he had to undergo some training. The ancient land of the deserted city was Li Wenying's own choice.
Fang Yun picked up his pen and thought for a moment before writing again. The old Hanlin looked at Fang Yun expectantly. He read a word as Fang Yun wrote.
"Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, everyone in the world knows you!"
"Okay!" The old Hanlin raised his hand, but found that there was no table next to him, so he slapped his thigh hard!
"The turn of events in this poem is amazing. The first two lines describe the sky being overcast and the wild geese flying in the snow and wind. I thought Fang Yun would complain or feel sad in the last two lines. At most, it would be an insincere consolation. But who would have thought that these two lines would be like the rising of the red sun over the sea, gushing out for thousands of miles. It is truly magical!"
"What a great poem, 'Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, for everyone in the world knows you'! Although it is not a poem to swear off, it is full of heroism and excitement. The true feelings in these two lines are enough to break through the wind and snow!"
"Fang Yun is really amazing! He said it all! Although Jianmei Gong is now like a wild goose flying south, he doesn't have to worry. When he goes to the ancient deserted city, which scholar would not be willing to help him? Jianmei Gong will definitely be safe on this trip!"
"Even if someone was unwilling to help Lord Jianmei before, now that they have this poem, they will definitely help! Who doesn't want to be Lord Jianmei's confidant? Who doesn't want the world to know that the true scholars of our human race will never neglect meritorious officials! The saints can wake Fang Yun up, so how can we living people abandon Li Wenying!"
"This poem will surely become famous in the state, and it is not far from being able to protect the country. As long as it is spread a little, it will surely protect the country!"
"Of course. Apart from other things, the friendship contained in the last two sentences alone can protect the country! This is what it means when heroes appreciate heroes. Only Fang Xusheng can have such feelings, and only Jianmei Gong is qualified to be presented with this poem!"
"The last two sentences are so powerful and resonate with me, making my heart surge. I wish I could take this opportunity to go to the ancient deserted city to kill monsters and barbarians, find friends everywhere, and let the world know me!"
"Fang Yun's poems and Xu Sheng's mind are truly worthy of their reputation! They are truly worthy of their reputation!"
Many scholars praised this poem highly. Although the last two lines are plain in tone, upon careful reading, they are truly extraordinary and heroic, making it a unique farewell poem.
Fang Yun didn't understand this poem before, and he had never thought of using this poem to say farewell to Chang Dongyun when he was seeing Li Wenying leaving. But when he saw Li Wenying was leaving, the poem "Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, for everyone in the world knows you" naturally emerged in his mind.
"Wen Ying deserves this poem!" said a university scholar.
Fang Yun wrote the title of the poem "Farewell Li Wenying", held it up with both hands and handed it to Li Wenying.
Li Wenying also took it with both hands and looked at it carefully.
"What a good poem! I will never let this poem be forgotten. Not only will I let the people of the world know me, Li Wenying, but I will also let billions of demons and barbarians know my name, Li Wenying! There are thousands of farewell poems, but I only love this one!"
Li Wenying carefully folded the page of poetry and put it into the Hanhu shell. He looked at Fang Yun with satisfaction and said, "You don't need to write other poems for tomorrow's Xuemei Literary Meeting. This poem "Farewell to Li Wenying in the Snow" will be your poem for the Xuemei Literary Meeting!"
After saying this, Li Wenying laughed and flew into the sky on the white clouds. Wherever he went, the dark clouds parted and the heavy snow went away.
Fang Yun rolled his eyes at Li Wenying, and before leaving he did not forget to let snow become the orthodoxy of winter.
After Li Wenying's back disappeared in the wind and snow, the hundreds of people who had come to see him off turned around and walked into the city, continuing to appreciate the poem as they walked. Some people speculated how long it would take for this poem to stabilize the country, some said at most three days, and some said at most one month.
Suddenly, a dragon's roar spread throughout the capital.
"Fang Yun! Where the hell have you been? Come home quickly! Where have you been fooling around after the exam? Can you still live a good life?"
"Well, everyone. I'll take my leave first." After Fang Yun finished speaking, he hurriedly got on the carriage and drove towards the capital.
The students of Jing State looked at Fang Yun's carriage with eyes full of respect.
Gong Yangyu, a Jinshi from the upper house, said: "It's great to see Fang Yun alive."
"We were really scared yesterday. The Moon Tree Divine Punishment was so terrifying, but who knew Fang Yun would be able to survive it in the end. This is what it means when good fortune strikes!"
"Have you heard? Dong Sheng used the semi-saint's treasure, the Jinglong Pen, as a price to project the power of the half-broken Spear of Divine Punishment to the center of the Cao Man. With the help of several semi-saints, he killed two Barbarian Saints and tens of millions of demon barbarians."
"This is exciting news. How could we not know about it? It is said that not only the two saints Cao and Man are in trouble, but also the demon world is in big trouble. First, tens of thousands of elite saint demon commanders died in the sky tree, and later even the great saint of the lion tribe was seriously injured and is recovering in an unknown place. As for those ordinary semi-saints, it is not to mention that they have exhausted their strength for this moon tree divine punishment and it will be difficult for them to recover to their peak strength within a year!"
"I got news from the army that the three barbarians originally wanted to launch a large-scale attack in the next two days, but now they are seriously weakened. There is no way they will have the energy to invade the border of our ten countries."
"Marquis Fang Wen has made great contributions. The divine punishment failed this time, and the demon barbarians lost all their previous efforts, while our human race only lost a semi-saint treasure. It is clear who won and who lost."
"Alas. It's a pity for Dong Sheng. He only has one semi-saint treasure. Without the Jinglong Pen, he can only rely on the holy book, and his strength has been greatly reduced."
"Only Lord Dongsheng would be willing to do this. If it were any other half-saint, they would only leave the half-saint treasure to their descendants instead of exchanging the lives of two half-saints. I hope Lord Dongsheng can get a new half-saint treasure in the future."
"The more semi-saint treasures the better. But it is better to have only one that is in tune with your mind. Lord Dongsheng may be able to find a new semi-saint treasure, but it may not be the power of the holy way that he likes, so it is naturally difficult for it to be in tune with his mind."
"Just waiting for the results to be announced tomorrow. I hope I can learn the Shocking Saint Essay."
"I'm actually looking forward to the upcoming Snow Plum Literary Gathering. Think about it, if Lord Jianmei took Xue's farewell poem as Fang Yun's work for the Snow Plum Literary Gathering, what would happen if the Minister of Literature knew about it? He would definitely force Fang Yun to write a poem about plum blossoms that would surpass "Farewell to Li Wenying"!"
"Haha, yes, there will definitely be something interesting to watch tomorrow! I want to see how Fang Yun will eventually defeat the Xuemei Literary Society."
"You guys really don't know the priorities. The really important things are the Jinshi Spring Hunt after the new year and Fang Yunwen's battle to take back Xiangzhou! If I were a member of the Qing royal family, I would never lose face and would just return Xiangzhou."
"Qing will certainly send people to obstruct it. That is a state with tens of millions of people living there, and it is separated from the Yangtze River. Once Jing takes back Xiangzhou, Qing will continue to be restless and try to find a way to remove the fishbone stuck in its throat."
"Alas, I hope these things will not affect Fang's fortune. I would rather see his performance in the palace examination as the acting county magistrate. If he can really practice what he preaches, he will surely be able to govern a county so that no one can lock their doors at night and no one can pick up things on the road."
"Now that you mention it, I am even more curious about where Fang Yun will go in the palace examination, and whether he can become a qualified county magistrate. He is one of the Four Saints. If he becomes a Hanlin before the end of the palace examination, although there is no such thing as a Saint-pre-Hanlin, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a Saint-pre-Hanlin!"
"Stop talking. Fang Wenhou is too amazing. His level of amazingness always exceeds our imagination."
"By the way, the evaluation before the palace examination is only within a county, a prefecture, a state or a country, while the palace examination evaluation is conducted by all the Jinshi participating in the palace examination from the ten countries. Do you think Fang Yun can create the possibility of all A grades in the palace examination?"
"Are you insane? The palace examination is not only about government affairs and education, but also military affairs, engineering, medical books and so on. I don't believe Fang Yun can surpass other Jinshi in all aspects. Don't forget that there must be Jinshi from many holy families participating in the palace examination this year. You want Fang Yun to compete with Mohists in water conservancy? With doctors in treatment? Or with military strategists in military affairs?"
"That's true..." (To be continued...)