The audience stood up and greeted the two great Confucians.

Baiyun quickly approached the Jade Mountain, and then slowly descended.

Wenxiang Jiang Hechuan is still with white hair scattered behind him, his white eyebrows are still so eye-catching, and his eyes are full of kindness.

The great Confucian beside him was the opposite, with black hair, and even the wrinkles on his skin were less than Jiang Hechuan's, but if you looked at his eyes, you would feel that he was at least ten years older than Jiang Hechuan.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a battle flag hunting, war drums roaring, and a war going on every moment.

His gaze was extremely cold, so cold that he didn't have the slightest emotion, and the tens of thousands of people in front of him were no different from rocks in his eyes.

"Everyone, Qiu'an!" Jiang Hechuan smiled and threw his hand at everyone.

"Wen Xiang Qiu'an!" everyone hurriedly returned the salute.

The moment Fang Yun lowered his head, he suddenly felt as if time had gone backwards, and he saw all the chrysanthemum petals or dogwood leaves scattered on the ground fly upside down according to their original trajectory, and finally all fell back to their original branches or calyxes.

Chongyang flowers fall and bloom, and a word of autumn sends spring.

Everyone looked up, either envious or admiring, at Jiang Hechuan, and they were all shocked by the power of the Great Confucian.

General Zhou Junhu, who swept away the petals all over the field with killing intent, was even more convinced.

Jiang Hechuan stretched out his left hand, his wide sleeves were sliding, and said: "This is Nangong Leng, the great Confucian of the Martial Kingdom, because he is passing by the capital, he has come to have fun with me." Brother Nangong's poems rank first in Confucianism, and today's poetry Chongyang Literary Conference is a major event in my Jingguo. ”

Again, the crowd greeted in a neat manner.

"I've seen Nangong Daru. ”

Nangong nodded coldly, without saying a word, he glanced at the tens of thousands of people present, his gaze stayed on the faces of the black gauze woman, Fang Yun, slave and a limited number of other people for a moment, and soon regained his previous expression.

The two great Confucians fell under the Wentai and disappeared.

Lei Yuanting hurriedly said: "Nangong Daru, you always sit here." As he spoke, he gestured to the first table on the left.

Jiang Hechuan smiled and said, "Brother Nangong, please." ”

Nangong nodded coldly. Sit down at the first table on the left, and then Jiang Hechuan went to the first table on the right and sat down.

The whole audience was seated.

After everyone sat down, Jiang Hechuan immediately turned his head to look at Fang Yun and said, "Why didn't Fang Zhenguo come to this table?"

Cao Dean smiled: "After you sit down, there is only one seat left at the first table. is like a beautiful flower, how could Fang Yun like to sit with us old men. ”

"That's right. Jiang Hechuan said with a smile.

The head of the Wei family from the wealthy family in the capital beside Fang Yun stood up, walked over and whispered a few words to Jiang Hechuan, and then walked up to the stage to preside over the grand Chongyang Cultural Conference.

After making some introductory remarks, the head of the Wei family held up an amber dogwood wine. Dao: "The rise of the human race began with King Wen of Zhou and flourished with Confucius. If there is no master, there is no human race today, on the occasion of the Double Ninth Festival, raise a glass to pay tribute to Confucius. ”

"To Confucius!" said the crowd respectfully, and even the children who did not drink held small cups of water and drank them like adults.

"Two respects to all saints!"

"Three respects to Jingguo!"

"Four respects to all the old men!"

Finally, the head of the Wei family put down his cup and began to say some polite words about the Chongyang Cultural Society. Then let everyone eat and drink to fill their stomachs first, and at the same time began to arrange for literati who wanted to write poems at the literary meeting.

The little fox was originally sitting on Fang Yun's lap, and he also drank four small cups of dogwood wine with a cup, and put the cup on the table. She glanced at Fang Yun with her hazy and charming little eyes, and then whispered softly, hugging Fang Yun and not letting go.

Fang Yun smiled and touched its head, but it suddenly sniffled slightly. With a roll of his eyes, he jumped down from Fang Yun's legs, and walked to Wen Xiang's feet as if he was stepping on cotton.

Jiang Hechuan smiled and lowered his head. "Isn't this a slave?"

The little fox smiled and nodded, then stood up and bowed to Jiang Hechuan.

Jiang Hechuan, as a great Confucian, immediately returned the salute and said with a smile: "I also greet the little slave." ”

The little fox couldn't be happier, she stood up upright and hugged Jiang Hechuan's legs, then stretched out her little paws and pointed at his waist.

Everyone looked at the past curiously, there was nothing there, but Wen Xiang smiled and said, "Okay, you little fox, do you take a fancy to my Hanhu Berry?"

The slave covered his face with his other little paw and chuckled embarrassedly.

Jiang Hechuan stretched out his hand and took out some melons and fruits that he liked to eat, and asked, "Are these?"

The little fox shook his head repeatedly.

Jiang Hechuan suddenly realized and said, "I know what you want, you little thing is really mouthful!"

"Huh......" The slave still looked at Jiang Hechuan with a grin.

"It's just something to prepare sake brewing, it's nothing, so I'll let you taste it. After Jiang Hechuan finished speaking, he took out a small green fruit, only the size of a fingernail, shaped like a monkey's head, exuding a faint light and emitting a strange fragrance at the same time.

Fang Yun took a look at it and hurriedly said: "The slave is back, it is the favorite 'Monkey Head Divine Fruit' of the Monkey Demon in the Demon Realm, it is the top raw material of the Monkey God Wine, a thousand gold." If it is handed over to the half-saint family of the farmer, a monkey head divine fruit can make a bottle of dream brewing second only to the monkey god wine. ”

The slave was slightly drunk, turned his head and made a grimace at Fang Yun, then hugged his fist at Jiang Hechuan, jumped slightly, bit the monkey head divine fruit, and fell to the ground.

The slave bit down, then shook his body with soreness, his little face was huddled, his body involuntarily leaned back, and finally fell to the ground on all fours.

"Hahaha......"

The people around laughed loudly, and Fang Yun laughed the loudest.

The monkey head divine fruit was very sour, but the slave was reluctant to spit it out, and while walking back, he chewed with a bitter face, and his little face wrinkled a little, making Yang Yuhuan hold his stomach and laugh.

Jiang Hechuan finished laughing and said, "The unripe Lion's Mane Divine Fruit is suitable for brewing wine because of its acid, and the ripe Lion's Mane Divine Fruit is only suitable for making a fun-boosting drink." ”

However, the slave seemed to like the Monkey Head Divine Fruit very much, so he endured the acid and kept chewing, and finally jumped back on Fang Yun's lap, lay down comfortably, and then burped, showed a satisfied smile, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Fang Yun scratched the slave's little chin, it muttered a few times, and then continued to sleep.

Jiang Hechuan said: "This thing is intoxicating and doesn't hurt people, it's okay." ”

Fang Yun said: "Lord Xie Wenxiang's reward, the slave is too capricious. ”

Jiang Hechuan said with a smile: "This thing is a gift from an old friend, since it can smell it, it can be regarded as fate." Just a fruit. My human race can't make monkey god wine, it doesn't matter if there is more or less. However, I really hope to get a glass of monkey god wine...... No, one bite is enough!"

Fang Yun nodded and said, "Even the dream brew is extremely precious, not to mention the monkey god wine." If you get a pot of monkey god wine, you can really dream of yellow sorghum, which is a treasure in the demon world, and it is more precious than the longevity fruit. ”

"It is said that the great Confucian Ji Kang, who was addicted to alcohol back then, only got half a pot for five years in the demon world for the sake of the monkey god wine, and then the seven sages of the bamboo forest divided half a pot. Shouting that there are no regrets in this life. If you don't drink this wine, you will regret it for the rest of your life. Jiang Hechuan was extremely regretful.

"There are also rumors that Tao Yuanming's Tao Sheng's Holy Dao Wenbao 'Xanadu' is actually to make good wine, after all, Tao Sheng's alcoholism is well known. ”

Everyone laughed.

Everyone ate, drank and chatted, and the atmosphere of the banquet gradually became lively.

After a while, Wei Yuhuang walked over and handed Fang Yun a piece of red hard paper, with a black word "Wen" written on the front and a number on the back. It's seventy-five.

Wei Yuhuang said in a low voice: "The Chongyang Cultural Society is no better than other cultural associations, the elites of the capital are gathered here, not everyone is qualified to participate in the Cultural Society, our Wei family has selected seventy-four people." Most of them are people who have a certain literary name in poetry and rhetoric. If someone asks for it, we will ask them to hand in the previous psalms, and there are twelve such people. You are seventy-fifth in the finale, of course. You can also choose to be the first to appear. ”

"I'm not the last, am I?" Fang Yun said.

"There is no serial number behind the Wenhui card we gave to Nangong Daru. ”

"He can choose when he wants to participate in the meeting at any time?"

"Yes. After all, the other party is a great Confucian, and no matter how it is assigned, there will be gossip. So it's up to him. You seem to be unhappy?" Wei Yuhuang was a little nervous, for fear of annoying Fang Yun at such a time, if the Chongyang Cultural Festival failed, the Wei family's reputation would face a heavy blow.

Fang Yun smiled and said: "I admire Nangong Daru very much, like this pillar of the human race, and in a high position, he must be treated preferentially! Those who can work harder should get more! Don't worry, I won't have an opinion." ”

"Thank you for your understanding, and we will start the meeting immediately. ”

Two quarters of an hour later, when the big day was empty, everyone was full of wine and food, and the head of the Wei family once again walked onto the stage.

The autumn breeze is blowing away the midday heat.

On the red carpet platform, the head of the Wei family announced the specific rules of the literary meeting with his tongue blooming spring thunder, and then invited the top five readers to write poems.

Fang Yun listened carefully, it turned out that the poems of this Chongyang Literary Club were written on stage in groups of five, and the one with the worst poems in each group left directly, while the works of the other four could be recited by the Wei family master.

After the recitation, the second to fourth people will leave, and then the Wei family master will ask a Hanlin or scholar to read the poems of the first person and indirectly help the person become famous.

The lottery of the Wenhui is only given to the top three, but fifteen of the seventy-five people can be appreciated by famous experts, and in the eyes of many people, these fifteen seats are more important.

For the vast majority of literati, this is probably the best opportunity of their lives to make a name for themselves.

The other seventy-four people had already been arranged on the side of the platform, Fang Yun looked there, originally thinking that they would wait quietly, but there were four people with sad faces, some humble and even flattering to beg the others.

Fang Yun was not far from there, felt strange, and listened carefully.

"Brothers, if you do me this great favor today, you will repay me in the future!"

"Five thousand taels! My family is not famous, if I beg my grandmother, I can only take out so much, no more!"

"Don't listen to them, my father is an eight-rank civil official in the prefect's yamen in the capital, if you help me this time, I owe you a favor!

"Ladies and gentlemen, I was the fifth in the examination two years ago! Can you bear to see that I have not received any grain at this meeting? I will be enough for any prefect in 20 years! Helping me today is equivalent to helping yourself! I beg you! If I am in the same group as Fang Yun, I will not have the opportunity to get the comments and appreciation of famous experts!"

Only then did Fang Yun understand why these four people were begging and crying. (To be continued......)