The little fox cautiously glanced at the thin little old man Luo Jingting, and then smiled and threw himself into Fang Yun's arms to be coquettish, and pointed to the little butterfly.

Fang Yun stroked the little fox and found that Yang Yuhuan was not at home, and there was a faint sound of the piano next door, he should learn the piano and practice with Mrs. Lai, while Fang Daniu and the others at home looked at Luo Jingting excitedly, and they all guessed his identity in their hearts.

"You guys are busy with yours, Lord Luo and I will take our things and leave. Fang Yun hugged the little fox and walked towards his house.

Luo Jingting glanced at the little fox and said, "Your fragrant fox has spirituality, which is rare." Later, when he entered the Holy Courtyard, he found someone to exchange some moon leaves from the demon world, which would be good for it. ”

As soon as the slave heard the moon leaves, he immediately showed a greedy expression.

"I heard that the little moon in the demon world grows on an incomparably huge moon tree, but unfortunately I have never seen it, it must be very beautiful. Fang Yundao.

"It's scary too. Luo Jingting added.

The slave nodded vigorously, a slight fear on his face.

Fang Yun also remembered the legend of the demon moon, kept silent, took out the manuscript of the "Three Character Classic" from the bookcase and handed it to Luo Jingting.

Luo Jingting's expression froze, he solemnly stretched out his hands, carefully took them from Fang Yun's hands, and then turned the first page and looked at it, even if he didn't use the official seal, his eyes could see the talent on the page.

The slave looked at Luo Jingting in a daze, as if to say why is it so solemn, it is not as good as "The Legend of the White Snake".

Luo Jingting put away the manuscript of the "Three Character Classic", and said: "This text has entered the temples, it will be of great benefit to you, and you will find it useful in the future." I won't say much, remember not to divulge this. ”

"Well, I know that there are so many things I can't say, I'm used to it. Fang Yun said with a smile.

Luo Jingting said: "You don't even know much about you, I'm afraid that only the Eastern Sage Lord knows your true merits." But don't worry. When the day when your merits can be made public, you will surely be able to make a name for yourself in the Ten Kingdoms and be famous for centuries! I am afraid that those small literary and courageous palaces will be damaged because of this. ”

"Master Xie mentioned. ”

"I'm going to see an old friend, and I'll leave after a few words, and I'll not send you to the castle tower. ”

"I'll go back myself. ”

When he came out of the study, there were clouds under Luo Jingting's feet, slowly rising, and when he flew to the same height as the roof, he suddenly stopped and said, "I have solved the affairs of the Liu family for you." If they don't know the times, then I'll have to do it myself. If you can enter the Holy Ruins, remember to make the best poems and lyrics possible at the Mid-Autumn Festival, because it will be very helpful for you to enter the Holy Ruins. You have to remember that the ruins are not independent. ”

After Luo Jingting finished speaking, he flew into the air with a whoosh, and Fang Yun didn't even have time to thank him.

"It's good to have a steady progress, but it's a pity that you can't have it until you have a bachelor's degree, but if you win a national champion. You can rise to the top when you are a jinshi. Fang Yun thought to himself, put down the slave, and walked outside, preparing to find a carriage to stop the waterlogging.

The slave secretly followed Fang Yun like a puppy. didn't make a sound, and after Fang Yun hired a carriage to get into the car, the little fox showed a sly smile and ran directly into the car.

"Ahh

"Out of the way. This fox belongs to my family. Fang Yun said with a smile.

"Oh, that can't pee out in the car. The coachman finished and hurried to the car.

The little fox yelled at the coachman in annoyance, then turned his head to look at Fang Yun. The look of his life is vivid, as if to say: I'm smart, right?

"Don't pee. Fang Yun quipped.

The slave immediately became embarrassed, and rolled hard in Fang Yun's arms to vent his dissatisfaction, just like a small fluffy ball, very cute.

Returning to the city tower of the southern vice city, Fang Yun saw his acquaintance, Tang Da, who was walking around under the city wall.

"Shopkeeper Tang, why are you here?" Fang Yun asked.

The shopkeeper of Tang Da smiled: "Of course, I'm waiting for your Qixi words." As soon as your Qixi words come, I will let printing workshops all over the ten countries print books, and print your Qixi words and "The Legend of the White Snake" together, promote each other, and increase your literary name. ”

"There's a shopkeeper in Laotang. ”

"The waterlogging stop meeting is almost over, you should go quickly, otherwise you won't be able to catch up. Tang Da shopkeeper said.

"Good. ”

Fang Yun walked up the city wall with the slave in his arms, and then walked into the city tower, and saw some literati writing poems or articles to stop waterlogging, and the vitality of heaven and earth continued to pour into their papers.

Fang Yun looked out of the window, and at this moment, the rain from the South Vice City to the Yangtze River had become smaller, and the mountains not far away were finally visible. In the rain, you can already see the farthest position of the Yangtze River near the estuary, and the section of the river called the Qiantang River or Zhejiang after the estuary is difficult to see, and it is still white.

One person asked in a low voice, "Fang Maocai, Lord Wenzong is gone?"

"It should go. Fang Yundao.

The people of Qingguo looked at each other, especially the six people who were about to be exiled to southern Xinjiang, all of them were dissatisfied, but they didn't dare to speak for fear that Wenzong would come back, but just muttered in a low voice.

"What's going on with the Liu family?"

"What else can it be, since Wenzong himself said that the Liu family couldn't come, he must have found a way to stop the Liu family. ”

"This Fang is so lucky. ”

The poet said hatefully: "His good luck is coming to an end!"

Governor Dong coughed lightly twice, and was about to speak, when a strange cry piercing clouds and cracking stones came from the river, and then the river was churning, and the huge waves two or three feet high surged to the shore.

Then a huge cyan dragon with a body length of more than ten zhang flew towards the dragon.

This dragon is covered in cyan scales, its body is slender and well-proportioned, its four dragon claws are particularly powerful, the dragon's whiskers are fluttering, and its pair of dragon eyes are extraordinarily bright, like a bright moon in its eyes.

"Whoa......" Jiaolong shouted in the sky, and the strange sound spread throughout Jiangzhou City, and the people on the city tower felt that their eardrums were shaking and very uncomfortable.

This dragon has a fierce face, and its body exudes a powerful blood and energy, and it is murderous.

The rain, which had been relieved by the waterlogging stop, suddenly became heavier.

"It's King Jiao of Qingjiang!" one person shouted loudly.

Everyone first glanced at King Qingjiang Jiao, and then looked at Fang Yun together, because everyone knew that the continuous heavy rain for more than half a month was King Qingjiang Jiao's revenge on Fang Yun.

Fang Yun's face did not change, and he calmly looked at the Qingjiang Jiaowang who was surrounded by clouds and mist.

Qingjiang Jiaowang Tengyun floated over the Yangtze River in the fog, and roared loudly: "Fang Yun, you eat my dragon ball, if you don't apologize for your sins with death, the heavy rain in Jiangzhou will never stop!" Jiaowang's voice spread in all directions like rolling thunder. Fall into the city of Yuhai.

Many people in Yuhai City realized that it was the conflict between Fang Yun and the Dragon Clan that caused this heavy rain, and many people were very conflicted in their hearts.

The people of Qingguo breathed a sigh of relief, with the presence of King Jiao of Qingjiang, the pressure on Fang Yun had increased greatly, so the influence of Wenzong Luo Jingting before could be weakened to a minimum.

"Hand over Fang Yun, the heavy rain stops!" Qingjiang Jiaowang roared.

The Jingguo literati sighed, the Qingjiang Jiaowang is very cunning, this is the mouth of the Yangtze River, and below is the Jiaolong Palace, which has a Jiaosheng. The human race will never be able to kill the Jiao King here.

A Qingguo literati said: "Fang Yun, what King Qingjiang Jiao said is true?

Fang Yun didn't answer.

"Alas, if you really take revenge on the whole Jiangzhou because of your own personal vendetta, this Qingjiang Jiaowang is really vicious. However, for the sake of the people of Jiangzhou, someone must sacrifice. Saying that, he looked at Fang Yun with bad intentions.

"yes. When I celebrated the great disaster, there were many people who went forward and succeeded, and after his death, he was posthumously named a model of literati, and the literati of Jingguo were never weaker than my Qingguo. Naturally, someone will come out. ”

As soon as Jingguo people heard this, they realized that these Qingguo people had learned to be obedient and no longer directly attacked Fang Yun like they did just now, but this indirect attack method was even more annoying, making people hate it so much. But it's hard to refute it directly.

Governor Dong immediately said: "You don't want to fall for the demon clan's radical generals. The waterlogging prevention meeting is over, and the Qixi Festival begins. ”

The poet's first disciple had come to avenge his friend, but now he was about to be exiled, and the hatred in his heart was hard to get rid of. Not only has Fang Yun not yet written a poem to stop waterlogging, but the adults have not yet started to write, so can the waterlogging stop essay be ended again? I would never think that my life was more important than the whole of Jiangzhou, but I couldn't sacrifice my life to protect the whole Jiangzhou, so there must be a way to solve the Jiangzhou disaster!"

Another Qingguo person immediately replied: "This is definitely the case! This flood has stretched for thousands of miles, and the poem to stop the rain is absolutely a symptom but not a cure, so what method is Fang Biao going to use to stop the heavy rain?"

"Any puppet with the appearance of an emperor gets a famous sentence, and the talent may not be very high, but it must be magnificent, which can not only attract the vitality of heaven and earth, but also lead to the fortune of the country. Liu Bang's "Song of the Great Wind" is an example, he wrote poems with such a heart even though he was only talented in lifting people. In my opinion, Fang Yun will write an imperial poem to set mountains and rivers and break floods, right?"

"You don't have to be afraid, it's not before the Ten Kingdoms, now there are only monarchs and no emperors, and you don't have to worry about copying your family when you write imperial poems. Qingguo people sang and sang to find a "way out" for Fang Yun.

"If you write a strange essay, you may be able to dispel the dark clouds in the sky, but it is more difficult than the imperial poem. A Qingguo person had a faint tone of schadenfreude.

In the process of Qingguo people speaking, the Jiaowang was still shouting.

Yuan Jun Feng Zimo said coldly: "This matter is obviously Qingjiang Jiaowang is sowing discord, and you are still entangled, it is really disgusting! Then I will create a new poem on behalf of the unwritten people of Yuhai Mansion to stop the waterlogging and trapping the dragon." ”

After Feng Zimo finished speaking, he walked quickly to the window, picked up the pen and wrote: "The mountains are rainy, and the dragon palace is lonely and lonely......" was full of anger when he wrote, but halfway through writing, Feng Zimo couldn't write it.

Jingguo's heart is broken!

The mountain rain is nothing, the "Dragon Palace lock lonely" is also wonderful, loneliness is the meaning of silence, Feng Zimo wants to use the power of poetry to make the king of Jiao shut up, Jiaolong Bu Yu, sealing its mouth is also a kind of waterlogging.

Feng Zimo is just a jinshi, in order to defend the city, with the help of the power of the temple, he can be temporarily upgraded to become a half-moment Hanlin, or one level lower than the Qingjiang Jiaowang, and he will definitely not be able to defeat the Jiaowang, but he can limit the voice of the Jiaowang.

But the status of the Dragon Palace is too high, the tone and intention of "the Dragon Palace is locked and lonely" are too high, and it is difficult to continue in the back.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency continues!" the hostile Qingguo people immediately coaxed.

Feng Zimo's face was red to the base of his neck, he didn't expect that he would be stuck at this time, in fact, he had thought about it, but when he really wrote it down, he found that the last two sentences were not good, and he really couldn't write it scribble.

Fang Yun walked over and whispered a few words in Feng Zimo's ear.

Feng Zimo suddenly lifted his spirits, and said loudly: "Xie Fang's half-phase poem! Weichen Feng Zimo is the enemy of the demon king, look at the holy temple to help, and give half a moment of Hanlin!"

An invisible but majestic force that everyone could feel fell from the sky and fell on Feng Zimo, stirring his clothes to fly.

Feng Zimo's talent and strength temporarily reached the realm of Hanlin, and he put pen to paper again and wrote down the two sentences that Fang Yun said in his ear.

"Lou Guanhai Day, the door to Zhejiang tide!"

The poem was completed, the big day tore a corner of the dark clouds, the Yangtze River was rolling, a transparent chain appeared on the mouth of the Jiaowang, and the voice of the Jiaowang stopped abruptly.

Everyone in Jingguo applauded, and Dong Zhifu praised loudly: "Okay! Although this poem can't stop the flood, it is enough to weaken the strength of King Jiao." The last two sentences view the sun from the floor, the door to the tide, and the small to see the big, not only to resolve the difficult disease of the Dragon Palace, but also to sublimate, wonderful poems!".

(To be continued......)