However, this kind of power wasn't stable, unlike a powerful battle poem. As long as it was used, it would definitely summon the remnant will of the ancestors.
At this moment, the true will of Ceng Zi hadn't condensed in the sky. It was more like it was summoning the remnant power of Ceng Zi in Saint Origin World.
Even so, some of the great scholars were delighted. Fang Yun's move was too brilliant. No matter what poem he wrote later on, the first one would use Quasi-saint Zeng Zi. Unless the Ancestral Saint protected Liu Shan at all costs, he definitely wouldn't make a move.
If Zong Sheng interfered, the Ceng Zi Family, Zi Si Family, and Meng Zi Family would join forces to suppress Zong Sheng!
Summoning any power of Ceng Zi would bring great benefits to the Ceng Family. In noble terms, it would be Ceng Zi protecting his descendants. In layman terms, it would be the Old Ancestor's blessing. In utilitarian terms, it would be the Ceng Family getting some benefits from the Old Ancestor.
If Zong Sheng interfered now, it would be the same as destroying the Ceng Family's ancestral grave. The Ceng Zi Family would definitely be furious. Since Zi Si was Ceng Zi's disciple, the Ceng Zi Family would also intervene. Meng Zi was Zi Si's grand-disciple and could be considered a descendant of Ceng Zi. The Meng Zi Family would also help the Ceng Zi Family.
Some of the Great Scholars thought that Fang Yun had calculated everything. Now, Fang Yun should be more eager than anyone for Zong Sheng to interfere. The Ceng Zi, Zi Si, and Meng Zi Family's heads were probably smiling bitterly. If they were dissatisfied with Fang Yun using a borrowed knife to kill, then the fact that he was summoning Ceng Zi's power was beneficial to the Ceng Family. If they were satisfied with Fang Yun's help, then Fang Yun was using them to resist Zong Sheng. They were clearly at the center of the whirlpool, but they couldn't do anything and could only be led by the nose by Fang Yun.
The Great Scholars looked at each other and saw joy in each other's eyes, but no one reminded Mount Liu.
"You dare to accept this poem?" Fang Yun raised his head and looked coldly at Mount Liu.
Everyone looked at Mount Liu, and many of them had mocking smiles on their faces.
If Mount Liu did not accept it, then he would be contradicting what he had said before, and would inevitably face even fiercer attacks from the civil and military officials. But if he accepted it, then it would be tantamount to formally fighting with Fang Yun, and then one song after another, until he could no longer accept it, or Fang Yun could no longer write, and that would be the end of Zhu Gong Kill His Son.
Mount Liu gritted his teeth and slowly raised his chin. He cupped his hands towards Fang Yun and said, "Thank you, Fang Xusheng, for your poem!"
Fang Yun flicked his hand and the page flew towards Mount Liu.
The page was clearly flying very fast, but everyone felt that it was actually very slow. This was because it was not just a piece of paper, but more like a mountain peak.
On this mountain peak, the most intense battle between Fang Yun and Mount Liu would take place!
In this battle, either you die or I live.
Everyone stared fixedly at the page until it landed in Mount Liu's hands.
The moment Mount Liu took the page, his arms suddenly and slowly sank, as if he had suddenly received something extremely heavy.
An ordinary page could not cause the Grand Scholar's elbows to sink down.
A piece of paper weighed a thousand taels of gold!
Everyone who stared at Mount Liu's face could clearly see a hint of regret flash across Mount Liu's face.
Then, that seemingly extraordinary page seemed to become a wind outlet, blowing Mount Liu's clothes into disarray and his silver hair flying.
Large amounts of primal energies of the universe poured into the page. In everyone's eyes, that page seemed to turn from a mountain peak into an endless mountain range.
Mount Liu's arms sank another half inch.
The expressions of the Left Minister's party changed.
Generally speaking, there were very few literary works that surpassed the Hanlin Academy. After all, the punishment for the loser was too great. So when an ordinary scholar performed the Zhu Gong Kill, even if the page contained some primal energies of the universe, it would not be too much. After all, it was written on the spot and could not be an old work.
But now the author was Fang Yun, a peak Grand Scholar, the ancestor of Xusheng poetry of the human race, the master of the Yangtze River. The primal energies of the universe that he could mobilize were far stronger than other Grand Scholars of the same level. This was evident in the battle against the Brute Tribe.
Although Mount Liu's arms drooped slightly, he stood upright and said in a clear voice, "The second chapter!"
Fang Yun picked up the brush and wrote again.
The second gift was Mount Liu's farewell to his mother.
The scholar went to the capital for the imperial examination. The mother looked at him with tears in her eyes.
In the miserable autumn night, it was better to have a son than not.
While Fang Yun was writing, everyone watched carefully. The first two sentences were about a mother who looked at her son's back as he went to the capital for the imperial examination. Her eyes were dry from crying. The last two sentences were about the lonely autumn night, the mother was alone in the house. At this time, it was better to have a son than not.
After Fang Yun finished writing, his talent qi naturally appeared. It was three feet tall and was a poem from Mingzhou.
No one in the throne room said a word. Even the youngest, Jing Jun, was carefully pondering the poem.
The first three sentences of the poem were very ordinary. The three words "tears in her eyes" were exquisite. But the last sentence "it was better to have a son than not." When everyone saw it, it was as if their hearts were hammered. Their chests were stuffy and they could not breathe properly.
A few people even had red eyes. Among them, a Hanlin Academy student was obviously thinking of his mother.
"It was better to have a son than not. It was the best poem to praise the mother." Kang Ha-chuan was the first to speak.
Many people nodded. As a minister, Kang Ha-chuan was in charge of the education of Jingguo. His evaluation not only represented Jingguo, but also the entire human race.
Fang Yun put away the brush and said, "Of all virtues, filial piety is the most important. In terms of heart, there is no filial son."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they showed a look of understanding. This sentence was very reasonable. Filial piety to parents, elders, and ancestors was the first of all virtues and kindness. However, filial piety should be the most important thing, followed by filial piety. If filial piety was ignored, then all children from poor families would be unfilial, because they could not let their parents live a comfortable old age like the rich families.
Some Grand Scholars and Confucian scholars even fell into deep thought. Some people had mentioned similar opinions before, but they did not sum it up as well as Fang Yun. This sentence made people understand that filial piety also had to consider the actual situation and could not be concluded with a single conclusion.
Some people frowned, but the people of the Left Prime Minister's party were happy. Fang Yun first scolded Mount Liu with a poem, "It was better to have a son than not." Now he said, "In terms of heart, there is no filial son." Obviously, Mount Liu was filial and had filial piety, but filial piety was not perfect. Even if the sentence, "In terms of filial piety, there is no filial son" was not helping Mount Liu, but attacking Mount Liu, a rich man, for not being filial to his parents, as long as there was the previous sentence, "In terms of heart, there is no filial son."
Everyone found the contradiction between this poem and Fang Yun's explanation.
However, all the scholars were not worried. Instead, Mount Liu's eyebrows were tightly knitted, as if they were twisted into a rope. His eyes were full of anger and dark clouds.
The people of the Left Prime Minister's party saw that Mount Liu's face was not right. They were shocked and did not understand what had happened.
Suddenly, a loud voice echoed between heaven and earth. It was like what Fang Yun had said, but there were some differences.
"Filial piety is the most important virtue. In terms of heart, there is no filial son."
The voice of the Holy Way.
The people of the Left Prime Minister's party looked defeated. They were just thinking about how to help Mount Liu, but forgot that this sentence involved the truth of filial piety. It could be used to annotate many sentences in "The Classic of Filial Piety" and "Confucius Family Sayings".
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