In the plum garden, the snow in the sky has stopped, and the crescent moon on the fourth day of the first month hangs high in the sky, emitting a cold moonlight.

Hundreds of tables are placed in the garden, in order in the midst of chaos.

Occasionally, there was the sound of heavy snow breaking against the branches, and only the sound of the crowd breathing.

Almost no one thought that Ji Zhibai would make trouble at this time, the Zuo Xiang Party had been suppressed by Fang Yun and collapsed, even if there was a trend of reviving now, it would be a big loss of vitality after all.

In the past few days, Zuo Xiang has been closed to customers, and everyone knows that Liushan will inevitably lie dormant for many days, but Ji Zhibai suddenly jumped out, which is really unreasonable.

The people who oppose the Left Prime Party are extremely vigilant, and Ji Zhibai dares to suddenly appear at such a time, and he must have a certain degree of certainty.

Ji Zhibai glanced at everyone with a faint smile, and finally his eyes fell on Wenxiang Jiang Hechuan, and said, "Lord Wenxiang, the student has something unclear. Just today, the demon saint decreed, next winter the army of the barbarian army invaded, my Jingguo is in danger, my teacher Zuo Xiang is so anxious that he vomits blood in the study, and he is still on the sickbed. I thought that Lord Wenxiang must be worried about state affairs, but at today's critical juncture, Lord Wenxiang actually participated in the Xuemei Cultural Conference. The students were extremely surprised, so they wanted to ask Lord Wenxiang, is the crisis of Jingguo's destruction not as important as the battle of will of Xuemei Wenhui?"

The audience was silent.

Ji Zhibai's words pierced everyone's hearts like a sharp sword, and many people wanted to defend Jiang Hechuan, but when they opened their mouths, they found that they were powerless to defend at all, and at this time, the slightest carelessness would become darker and darker.

Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan sat on the chair, didn't say a word, and didn't even look at Ji Zhibai.

Ji Zhibai smiled slightly, got up and said, "My question is finished, since Master Wenxiang can't give an answer, the student shouldn't press it step by step." It's just that in front of the hall tomorrow, students will have to participate in a copy of the adult. Righteous people's hearts!"

Jiang Hechuan remained silent.

The air in the plum garden seemed to freeze, and some young scholars were terrified.

Many people are anxious like ants on a hot pot, this matter is not big, but it is not small, once it is used by someone with a heart, it will inevitably become a stain on the literature.

Ordinary Confucians can participate in the Xuemei Wenhui at this time, but Jiang Hechuan, who is one of the four phases, is a little inappropriate.

A smile of victory appeared on Ji Zhibai's face, he glanced at Fang Yun, turned around and left, but at the moment he turned around. Yu Guang saw Fang Yun stand up, and his body immediately turned around, staring at Fang Yun like a predatory beast.

Fang Yun bowed his hand to everyone present and said, "Everyone, I hope to hear a little story from me first." ”

"Hmph, I asked Wen Xiang, but I didn't ask you!" Ji Zhibai said coldly.

Fang Yun's eyes froze, and his official authority appeared, staring at Ji Zhibai and said sharply: "Since you are asking about politics and Wenxiang." I want to participate in the performance, naturally I am the body of the seven grades of Jingguo, and the official is from the third grade of Wenhou, and there is a cabinet to walk and add titles. Just because of your disrespectful words, this official can punish you for one of the following crimes!"

Ji Zhibai was stunned for a moment, and immediately gritted his teeth and lowered his head and said, "Xiaguan is abrupt, please ask Fang Wenhou for forgiveness." Xia Guan is only in a hurry. It is hard to imagine that a country's literary minister would be rude when the catastrophe is coming. ”

Fang Yun said slowly: "You are used to being rude, and this official is too lazy to care. But while the officer is speaking, you must not interrupt. ”

"No. Ji Zhibai secretly hated, he attacked Wen Xiang, whether Wen Xiang was by nature or out of self-preservation, he would not use his official position to suppress him, but Fang Yun was younger than him, and his literary position was similar to him, but his official position was high, which was just suitable for accusing him.

Fang Yun looked around at the plum garden and said: "Hundreds of years ago, there was a group of Jinshi in a certain national academy, they studied Confucian classics hard, practiced war poems and swords hard, and used every means to improve their strength, hoping to defeat the barbarians in battles such as spring hunting and Sangu Lianzhan and win glory for the human race. However, the Jinshi found that there was a mediocre Jinshi who seemed to have given up the Holy Dao, given up the cultivation of battle poems and words, and actually focused on a few Dao that were not very useful. ”

"As we all know, the way of counting is the end of the six arts of the gentleman, also known as arithmetic and arithmetic, which was not valued hundreds of years ago. When his classmate Jinshi saw that the man did not distinguish between priority and priority, he hated him for taking the wrong path and criticized him, but he listened to it and continued to specialize in several ways. After the war broke out, his classmates asked for help and rushed to the frontier, but he was still intoxicated with a few words, and he didn't want to join the army to defend his family and country. Those classmates and friends disowned him before leaving. ”

"Time flies, that humanistic position has no inch, approaching the age of forty, is still an ordinary jinshi, in the Ministry of Industry idle position, neither literature and ink, nor military merits, obscure, seems to eat and wait for death. However, his classmates either became generals of Hanlin because of their military exploits, or were in charge of the political side, or were quite famous in scripture. That year, when his classmates got together, the old friends let go of their grievances and persuaded him again, telling him that although the number of ways was useful, it was better to spend the same energy on defending the family and the country in terms of war poetry, and it was better to study the scriptures of the saints to improve his literary rank. ”

However, he ignored it and continued to study several ways. Afterwards, those classmates completely despaired of him, because he was nearly forty years old and had not written a book, had not made a word, had not achieved an inch of merit, and had wasted the position of Jinshi, and wasted the talent and gift given to him by the Holy Academy. ”

Fang Yun paused for a moment, looked around at everyone again, and said, "But just three years later, in March, the "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic Note" was born, and he became Hanlin. In June, the prototype of the "Island Sutra" was formed, and he became a scholar. Ten years later, he became a great Confucian, and in another twenty years, Liu Hui was canonized! Under his influence, the skills of the craftsmen advanced by leaps and bounds, and the power of the machine increased by fifty percent in just a few decades, and the power of the siege and defense equipment doubled. At the time of the Great War of the Two Realms Mountain, he had already fallen as a saint, but under the control of his half-saint Wenbao 'Measuring Heaven Ruler', the organs and city defense equipment killed hundreds of millions of demon barbarians! And just a few days ago, it was his descendants who used the "Island Sutra" to calculate the location of the spear of divine punishment, and together with the armillary sphere, he guided the half-cut spear of divine punishment straight into the grass barbarians, assisting the two saints of destroying the barbarians, and slaughtering tens of millions of barbarians!"

Fang Yun's voice became louder and louder, and everyone listened to it with great excitement, and many people almost couldn't help but applaud.

Because what Fang Yun said was the true history of the Shengyuan Continent.

Fang Yun took a deep breath, looked at Ji Zhibai, and asked loudly: "If Liu Hui, a half-saint, gave up a few ways back then, or chose the most promising scriptures, or chose the most practical war poems, who would give me a half-saint for the Terran race! Who would give me the Terran holy book "Island Calculations"! Who would give me the Terran Race Measuring Ruler!"

"Good!" everyone praised, especially the young readers, and their blood was boiling.

Ji Zhibai was speechless, and he already understood Fang Yun's intentions.

Fang Yun continued: "As we all know, the Xuemei Controversy seems to be just a game, but it inspires the Terran scholars to write poems and lyrics, and every time the Terran has one more poem, the talent will increase a little, and every time there is one more literary meeting, the talent will also increase! Although the Xuemei Literary Society here is small, it goes straight to the Literary List of the Holy Academy, which is the avenue of education! Wen Xiang is the leader of a national literary academy and academy, and his first priority is to educate the human race. There is a military to defend against demons, and there are left ministers and civil officials to formulate political affairs, if you don't let the minister of literature participate in the meeting, do you want him to take charge of the seal of the left minister!"

Ji Zhibai's face was pale, he only knew that Fang Yun's poetry was powerful, and he was also good at Jingyi Strategy, but he didn't expect Fang Yun's eloquence to be so sharp, and he hit the nail on the head.

Everyone present nodded.

What Fang Wenhou said is extremely true, Liu Hui's classmates were human race, and Liu Hui half-saint Jingshu was also a human race. Today, the other ministers are thinking about the anti-barbarian strategy for the human race, and the talent of the human race is also for the human race!

"Now that the holy discussion has not stopped, Chen Sheng has not issued a holy edict, and the Jingguo Dynasty has not yet opened, instead of sitting at home and pretending to think, Lord Wenxiang should do something useful. ”

"The more times like this, the more we need Wen Xiang to stand up and stabilize the hearts of the people!"

"Fang Xusheng said it well!"

Fang Zhenguo's words woke up the people in their dreams! It turned out that those seemingly reckless and extravagant and wasteful actions were indeed beneficial to the human race! Think about the Mo family spending a lot of money on the study of the clairvoyant mirror, and some people accused them of wasting silver money on the small skill of carving insects, but after the clairnel mirror was popularized in the army, it was realized that the millions of taels of silver had saved the lives of at least hundreds of thousands of soldiers and millions of civilians. And the Gongjia technique found in the study of the clairvoyant mirror is also used everywhere in our human race, not only does it not waste money, but it makes my human race stronger!"

"It is worthy of a generation of poets and ancestors, and the vision of looking at problems is really beyond us! ”

Everyone talked about it, and the more they talked, the more they understood.

Wenxiang Jiang Hechuan never spoke.

Ji Zhibai was stunned there for a long time, unable to say a word, and became the object of ridicule by everyone.

A few people originally wanted to join the Zuo Xiang Party again, but after looking at Ji Zhibai and then at Fang Yun, they silently stayed away from Ji Zhibai.

In the end, Fang Yun said slowly: "Ji Zhibai, you are short-sighted, you are not enough to succeed, and you are more than defeated!"

Ji Zhibai raised his head sharply and glared at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun's eyes were like the calm sea, but Ji Zhibai's eyes were like dark clouds rolling in the sky.

This year's meeting will slam this year's champion in person!

Ji Zhibai exhaled a long breath, his expression gradually calmed down, and said: "Fang Zhenguo is really extraordinary, and his three-inch tongue is not comparable to me." It's just that I don't believe that this conference is as important as you say. ”

Fang Yun said: "If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach thousands of miles." If you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become rivers and seas. You must understand the Taoist ideals in "Xunzi", not to mention, maybe someone will be influenced by this Xuemeiwen and create a poem that will be passed down to the world!"

"Then I'll wait. Ji Zhibai said goodbye!" Ji Zhibai left angrily.

Jiang Hechuan picked up the teacup and drank the tea slowly, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Zhao Hongxiang looked at Fang Yun and muttered to herself: "This is the real tongue and sword!"

A dragon and a fox nodded vigorously. (To be continued......)