In the cheers of the crowd, the Yueyang Tower Mid-Autumn Festival officially began.
Fang Yun glanced at everyone in front of him and raised a cup of wine. He smiled and said, "The bright moon shines above the sea, and the ends of the world share this moment! Since ancient times, the inside and outside of Saint Origin has gathered tonight. This first cup of wine is a toast to the ten thousand worlds and all living beings. "
As Fang Yun spoke, he raised the wine cup. Under the effect of talent energy, the wine turned into water droplets and flew up evenly. The water shone like stars floating in the sky above the venue.
Those who had wine cups raised their cups and put them down. Those who did not cupped their hands to show respect.
"When the sun shines, it shines on the ancestors' martial arts. In the year of ten thousand, we receive the blessings of heaven! We can stand in front of the Yueyang Tower and not in the prison of the demons and barbarians because of the saints and ancestors. This second cup of wine is a toast to the sages of the past who created the world! "This time, Fang Yun sprinkled the wine on the ground, forming a clear horizontal line.
Everyone raised their cups and cupped their hands again.
The four sentences Fang Yun said were the last four sentences of "Xia Wu" in the "Book of Songs". The whole poem praised the previous kings of the Zhou Dynasty. These four sentences said that the glory and achievements of the previous kings of the Zhou Dynasty shone on the future generations. The future generations should follow the words and deeds of the ancestors. The foundation will be solid for ten thousand years and receive the blessings of heaven.
Fang Yun used it here to remind the people of the current generation to remember the merits of the previous sages and not to forget their ancestors.
"There will be times when the wind and waves will break, and the sail will reach the vast sea! Internally, the Five Barbarians were wreaking havoc. Externally, the Demon Realm was watching like a tiger. All the worlds were suffering injustice. Today, at this moment, every single human was working hard to show the world our tiny but limitless power! This last cup of wine is a toast to everyone here, to everyone in the world, to everyone who slays the demons and barbarians. We, live, we, must live better! "
Fang Yun ended the toast with a proverb and drank it all.
'Live a better life' was the most common phrase, but it made the eyes of countless participants turn red. Life was hard, and human beings were in danger. It was too difficult to live a better life, but nobody could stop the most sincere and simple dream!
"Good! That's why I want to live a better life! "Wu Jun laughed heartily and also drank the wine in his cup.
Some carefree scholars laughed heartily and drank to their heart's content.
Fang Yun continued, "Although I am the Governor of two prefectures, I am also one of the participants of this Wen Competition. If I continue to host the Wen Competition, it would be unfair. In that case, the next meeting will be hosted by Xiangzhou's Prefecture Overseer, Dong Wencong. Let's meet at Yueyang Tower. "
Many citizens cheered loudly, hoping to see Fang Yun and Zhang Longxiang compete as soon as possible.
The Prefecture Overseer of Xiangzhou, Dong Wencong, was dressed in a white robe with dark plum blossoms. He walked steadily onto the high platform, but those familiar with him would notice that his steps were a bit faster than usual, and there was a sliver of unconcealable joy on his face.
Many scholars present looked at Dong Wencong enviously, especially the Prefecture Overseers from all over the Ten Nations. Some of them were even Grand Scholars, but their eyes were still full of envy.
The Literary Name that scholars valued was not an empty title, but a very important role. Most scholars could benefit from the Literary Name, so many people tried their best to improve their Literary Name.
Hosting such a Wen Competition that was said to have an influence that covered the entire human race would increase his Literary Name at a terrifying rate. From tomorrow onwards, Dong Wencong's Literary Name would surpass more than half of the Grand Scholars and become the most famous Hanlin scholar in Jingguo.
With these Literary Name as a foil, Dong Wencong's state of mind would definitely change and become more confident, greatly increasing his chances of being promoted to Grand Scholar.
Dong Wencong stood firmly in the center of the high platform and cupped his hands with a smile on his face. He said with a thunderous voice, "I am Dong Wencong, the Prefecture Overseer of Xiang State. For today's Wen Competition, I have prepared a beautiful and witty manuscript. Yesterday, I gave it to Fang Xusheng to correct. However, Fang Xusheng only took a glance at it, curled his lips, and casually threw the manuscript into the wastebasket. Dong Wencong, everyone in the world has heard this kind of nonsense before. Can you say something more humane? You should learn from Qing Jun's speech at the 'Four Friends Competition' last year. Therefore, I asked someone for a manuscript of Qing Jun's speech at the 'Four Friends Competition' and seriously copied it. My friends all said that it was perfect in both form and spirit, and could even be directly used by Qing Jun. Therefore, I handed the new manuscript to Fang Xusheng. After Fang Xusheng finished reading it, he silently picked up the previous manuscript from the wastebasket and handed it to me. He said, "This is not bad."
Everyone in the venue roared with laughter. Who would have thought that Dong Wencong would ridicule Qing Jun in front of everyone? This was not common in large-scale Wen Competitions.
Many of the scholars were deep in thought. They kept looking at Fang Yun with uncontrollable envy and impulses. On the surface, it seemed that Dong Wencong had taken the opportunity to make fun of Qing Jun for the sake of Literary Name. However, in reality, it was very likely that after Dong Wencong had handed in the manuscript, Fang Yun had asked Dong Wencong to use a different opening speech and do the opposite.
Now, Dong Wencong had done it. To say such a thing at such a grand Wen Competition was unprecedented for the human race. The scholars of the human race would forever remember the name Dong Wencong. They would all remember this Prefecture Overseer who dared to make fun of the ruler of a country. Moreover, when the people of Jingguo knew about this, their impression of Dong Wencong would definitely improve greatly and win over the hearts of the people.
However, doing this also meant that it might attract the dissatisfaction of Gyeongo. It might even be criticized by conservative scholars, leading to disputes between the two countries. However, no matter what the consequences were, as long as Fang Yun did not pursue this matter, no one could do anything to Dong Wencong.
Fang Yun was practically the good boss that all the officials dreamed of having.
Qing Jun was in the First Seat. Although he was being mocked by Dong Wencong, he revealed a proud expression.
The Four Friends Competition held in Gyeongo last year was also very grand. It was one of the most famous competitions in the human race.
The Four Friends of Literature referred to the four arts of zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. At the Four Friends Competition, the various scholars of the human race would compete in the four arts. When they reached a certain ranking, they would receive generous rewards. Not only would their Literary Name rise greatly, but they would also receive literary treasures. At the same time, they would be fought over by various societies and even Notre-Dame halls.
The Four Friends Competition was held once every five years. Fang Yun had been in the literary world last year and had missed that grand event.
Last year's Four Friends Competition was held very successfully. Gyeongo's total score had actually reached third place, surpassing Wu Guo, Yun Guo, and Kong Cheng. It was Gyeongo's best score in the past 100 years. Qing Jun believed that this was his own contribution and often used the Four Friends Competition as a topic of discussion. Thus, Dong Wencong had joked about this matter.
Because Dong Wencong had grasped the scale of this joke very accurately, Gyeongo's people did not feel disgusted this time. Instead, like Qing Jun, they believed that Dong Wencong approved of Gyeongo's results.
Seeing that Gyeongo's people below the stage were not angry, Dong Wencong, who was on the stage, let out a sigh of relief. He looked gratefully at Fang Yun. It was just a few sentences, and he had gone through many drafts. In the end, he still needed Fang Yun's guidance to finalize the draft. At first, he felt that this opening was too bold and would attract controversy. However, Fang Yun guaranteed that it would be fine because this opening had no intention of attacking Gyeongo. He had a clear conscience.
After using a relaxed topic to start the competition, Dong Wencong began to properly host the competition.
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