As soon as the poem came out, the energy in the world trembled, and the heavy rain within three hundred li of Jade Sea City weakened by forty percent!
Originally, the wind and rain had obscured the scenery within ten li, but now everyone could clearly see the scenery within a hundred li.
The originally thick dark clouds had also lightened, the edges of the dark clouds seeming to be gold and red.
The Flood Dragon King frantically struggled in the air, causing huge waves, but he was unable to break out of the poem's shackles. His mouth was sealed tightly.
Someone in the city tower recited, "The mountain ridge drizzles, the dragon palace is locked in solitude; the tower overlooks the blue sea, the gate faces the Zhejiang tide. Good poem! Good spirit! Fang Banxiang has the universe in his heart. If it was an ordinary flood, it would have been swept away by a poem. "
Feng Yuanjun was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. Because the second half of Fang Yun's poem was too good, he finally passed the brush to Fang Yun, letting Fang Yun write the poem's title.
Fang Yun shook his head slightly, indicating for Feng Yuanjun to do it himself. He then walked to a corner and looked outside, frowning as he fell into deep thought.
When everyone saw Fang Yun's actions, they were filled with regret and envy. Inscribing poems was not an empty title, but a true literary reputation. It belonged to a scholar. Fang Yun took the initiative not to inscribe a poem, not only because he was open-minded, but also because he did not lack the literary reputation.
Those two lines had not only sealed the Flood Dragon King's mouth, but also suppressed the Gyeongo people.
Several Gyeongo people had ashamed expressions. That 'The tower overlooks the blue sea, the gate faces the Zhejiang tide' was the finishing touch of the poem, but Fang Yun had not written the poem's title. This kind of gentlemanly attitude had tugged at their heartstrings.
There were a total of twelve Gyeongo elementary scholars and high scholars here, and three of them silently retreated, giving up on suppressing Fang Yun.
Previously, they had been fighting for Gyeongo, fighting for the Sage Dao, but their confidence had been completely shattered by those two lines. If they continued fighting, it might affect their literary skills and courage. Thus, they chose to silently recite the original line from the Book of Songs, 'Since he is wise and wise, he must protect himself.' Withdrawing at this time could protect themselves.
Feng Yuanjun said, "Even if you don't write a poem, you should still be the first author." After he finished speaking, he wrote the two words "Lock the Dragon" on the page and then placed his official seal on it. Only then did the poem's Qi surge up crazily. One foot out of the county, two feet into the prefecture. This poem's Qi was two feet seven. It was a poem about the prefecture. In the future, it might be used in Mingzhou.
Many scholars congratulated Fang Yun and Feng Zimo. Even if a Grand Scholar wrote a Da Fu poem, it would still be celebrated.
Fang Yun didn't look happy at all. He continued to stand in the corner, frowning and thinking about how to solve the crisis of the heavy rain.
Many people in Jingguo saw this and sighed in their hearts. This was indeed Fang Yun's biggest crisis. The Imperial Censors had already prepared a memorial to the emperor. Once the flood got worse, they would definitely censor him and take away his title as a model scholar.
Being a model scholar was not an undeserved reputation. Once his title was taken away, Fang Yun's literary palace would definitely be shaken.
Although Nunu didn't know anything, she could feel that Fang Yun had a lot on his mind. She didn't pester him anymore. Instead, she stayed in Fang Yun's arms and looked up at Fang Yun with her big clear eyes. She prayed that Fang Yun could get through this difficult time.
Master Shi's first disciple and the other five people also noticed Fang Yun's predicament and looked at each other. They saw the determination in each other's eyes!
He was slapped by the Emperor of Literature and sent to the border town of the Barbarian Forest. His future was bleak. If he completed the mission of Gyeongo, he still had a chance to go further in Gyeongo. However, if he couldn't suppress Fang Yun, it would be a total failure. Although he wouldn't be completely abandoned by Gyeongo, he wouldn't be put in an important position in the future.
He could only fight!
Master Shi's first disciple said slowly, "Fang Yun, it's your turn! If you can't solve the flood in Jiangzhou, you will become the sinner of Jiangzhou. In the future, the people of Jiangzhou will hate you for generations! If the flood continues for more than ten days, at least hundreds of people will die. At least tens of thousands of people will lose their lives! It's all your fault! "
Magistrate Dong said sternly, "People of Gyeongo, although verbal attacks are allowed during the Literary Meet to encourage competition, if you continue to slander Fang Yun, don't blame me, a Grand Scholar, for bullying the weak!"
Master Shi's first disciple straightened his neck and said proudly, "What? You people of Jingguo are incompetent, but others can't say that? My teacher said that if the people of Jingguo can't even stop the rain on Qixi, they aren't worthy of receiving his poem! In the huge Jiangzhou, you can only see the Morning Glory and Vega on Qixi at the Holy Temple. It's a disgrace to the human race! "
"What did you say!?" The anger that the people of Jingguo had been suppressing for a long time finally exploded.
"How dare you insult Jiangzhou!"
Suddenly, the flood dragon roared.
"Oh no, the flood dragon king has gone mad!"
Everyone hurriedly looked over.
They saw the flood dragon king open his mouth, and a dragon horn that was about ten feet long flew out from his mouth. It completely broke through the power of the Dragon-Sealing Poem. The dragon horn exuded a terrifying aura, and the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning all went crazy.
Dark clouds churned, and lightning flashed in the clouds. Thunder boomed, and the wind howled. Rain poured down like a waterfall.
The power of the Holy Temple blocked the heavy rain a mile away.
The wind and rain were like a wall, completely blocking everyone's sight. No one could see the flood dragon king's figure anymore.
"You all sealed my mouth, and I sealed the entire city! I will turn the entire Jiangzhou into a country of water and drown everyone! "
Magistrate Dong sighed softly and said, "Fellow scholars, don't get entangled with the shameless people of Gyeongo. Please show your abilities and don't let the rain continue! The flood dragon's horn is too powerful. Quickly gather the other scholars! The Qixi Poetry Meet will be postponed! "
"I'll go and gather them!" Yuanjun Feng held his official seal, and hundreds of swan geese flew out of the Holy Temple.
A moment later, High Scholar and Grand Scholar cultivators were traveling through the city at a speed several times faster than ordinary carriages, bringing along gusts of wind as they ran towards the south city tower.
The large carriages pulled by ten flood dragon horses climbed up the military city walls, galloping on the wide city walls. Very quickly, they arrived outside the south city tower.
At this moment, there were already civil officials, scholars, military personnel, and many idle High Scholars gathered outside the city tower. Even many old High Scholars who were enjoying their old age took the initiative to volunteer after receiving the news.
Over two hundred scholars were gathered outside the city tower, each of them wearing the clothes sent by the military. They were either writing poems to prevent flooding, or frowning in thought to obtain victory through quality.
Within a mile of the city walls, it was clear as usual. However, outside a mile, the rain and dark clouds formed a world of darkness, forming an extremely strong pressure. It was like a dam that was about to burst, capable of destroying Jade Sea City at any time.
That Green River Flood Dragon King grabbed the flood dragon's horn and flew in the rain, cursing in the demon language. The rain was too heavy, and no one could see it, causing it to become even more arrogant.
The head of the Jiangzhou military officers, Governor Lu, got off the carriage, and a soldier outside the city tower hurriedly said, "Governor Lu has arrived!"
Governor Lu had a high status and was an old official of the military, as well as a Hanlin scholar. Originally, he should have received a warm welcome, but all the scholars turned a blind eye to him, and all the old people turned a deaf ear to him. Eighty percent of the civil officials continued to look outside, while ninety percent of the young High Scholars lowered their heads.
Less than half of the High Scholars or High Scholars went to welcome him.
Governor Lu was wearing a military uniform, his hair slightly white, his face resolute. He waved his hand and said, "Stopping flooding is the most important, no need for formalities!"
A group of personal guards and Governor Lu entered the city tower together. It was fine if those officials of higher status did not welcome them. However, it was impossible for them to not greet him, so they all greeted him.
Governor Lu's gaze was calm and cold, sweeping past the people of Gyeongo before finally walking towards the six people who had been slapped by Wen Zong. As he walked, he asked, "These six people are the ones who humiliated my Jingguo?"
"Yes, Governor."
Governor Lu's leather boots made a dull sound as he stepped on the stone floor of the city tower. He quickly walked in front of a Gyeongo High Scholar whose face was swollen.
"You … … What do you want?" The Gyeongo High Scholar held his swollen left cheek and retreated.
"I'm going to beat you up." Governor Lu lifted his leg and kicked the Gyeongo High Scholar's abdomen. The Gyeongo High Scholar immediately flew out. He crashed into the wall.
Hanlin's body was abnormally strong, and the Gyeongo High Scholar was kicked until he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Beside him, Princess Shi's disciple said, "What are you doing! We are Gyeongo scholars, we don't have a literary competition! I am Princess Shi's disciple! "
Governor Lu casually said, "I don't have a literary competition, I'm here to fight!" After he finished speaking, he kicked the High Scholar on the ground again. The hard leather boots ruthlessly kicked the High Scholar's head.
The Gyeongo High Scholar was frightened and looked at Governor Lu in disbelief. How could a Hanlin High Scholar hit someone! Was he still a scholar? A gentleman uses his mouth and not his fists!
When the Jingguo High Scholar saw this, they laughed. Governor Lu was a Hanlin High Scholar. However, he had been guarding the border for a long time. If his style was not tough enough, if he was not ruthless enough. He would not be able to lead that group of soldiers, let alone fight against the barbarians.
Governor Lu pointed at the High Scholar on the ground and said, "Drag him out and beat him! Just don't beat him to death! This is not a literary competition, this is a fight! If the Gyeongo High Scholar is not convinced, you can come and find me at any time! "
The Gyeongo High Scholar withered.
After the two guards dragged the High Scholar out, Governor Lu expressionlessly looked at the Gyeongo High Scholar and said, "Give me a wooden cloak, I'm here to participate in the waterlogging competition." After he finished speaking, he began to write poems like the others.
Fang Yun sighed in his heart. As expected of a Governor Hanlin. Although he was once suppressed by Li Wenying, this move was enough to change the attitude of many people towards him.
More than two hundred High Scholars and Scholars were writing poems on the city walls. Pieces of paper fluttered in the air, the Yuan Qi was close to berserk. Gusts of Yuan Qi swept through the crowd, forcing the ordinary soldiers to stay away.
Time passed by minute by minute, the wind and rain did not weaken at all. The Jingguo High Scholar became more and more desperate while the Gyeongo High Scholar was secretly happy.
Suddenly, Feng Yuanjun's eyes lit up and said, "Fang Yun, you're writing? Let me see. Before leaving the deep sea, thousands of mountains are dark, only then will the sky be bright! Hiss … "
Feng Yuanjun sucked in a breath of cold air. A bright yellow cloud pattern appeared on the paper. On the paper, there was actually a transparent five clawed small yellow dragon slowly swimming. Then, the entire Jade Sea City trembled slightly, a strange and majestic power merged into the poem.
The wind and rain of a hundred miles cleared the sky, the dark clouds of ten thousand miles reduced. The rays of the sun suddenly became stronger, slightly penetrating the dark clouds.
Feng Yuanjun exclaimed, "Monarch poem! Fang Yun wrote a monarch poem! "
Fang Yun thought that this was a poem written by the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin. Of course it was a monarch poem.
Without waiting for Fang Yun to finish writing the poem, the whole place was in an uproar.
Everyone stopped writing and gathered around. Those who came first took the initiative to form a circle, creating an empty space to protect Fang Yun and prevent others from disturbing him.
Everyone stared at the paper on the pallet in front of Fang Yun, staring at the constantly changing cloud pattern, staring at the strange small yellow dragon, staring at the two majestic lines of the poem.
Before leaving the deep sea, thousands of mountains are dark, only then will the sky be bright!
The Gyeongo High Scholar was dumbstruck, looking at each other, not knowing how such a situation could happen. That was a monarch poem, a poem that could form a soaring dragon. How could Fang Yun write something like that!
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