Everyone was still talking about it.
"The Imperial Court hasn't responded yet. They might have to wait for the Literary Memorial Arch to approve the reward together. But this poem will definitely appear in the Imperial Court tomorrow. Logically speaking, for a poem to increase the luck of the country, he should at least be given a title. 'Village Man' is too low. He should at least be a 'County Man'. "
"This poem is very likely to be recommended by Grand Scholar Li to the monthly Holy Road, and 'Spring Dawn' will definitely appear in next month's Holy Road. This is the first time in a hundred years that two poems exist at the same time."
"But I heard that one of the three editors of Holy Road is the youngest Grand Scholar in Gyeongo. Jing and Qing have been at odds for a long time. Will he interfere?"
"Impossible. Even if the three Grand Scholars are editors, it should be checked by the Great Confucian. There shouldn't be a problem."
"The problem is that Fang Yun also has a poem called 'Twilight' that was recommended."
"Three poems at the same time? It's unprecedented. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. According to the County Magistrate, he doesn't want him to be too famous. He wants to train for a few years. But now he can't hide it anymore. "
"He's going to be in the limelight. A scholar writing a poem is completely different from a Great Confucian. No matter if it's a blessing or a curse, it's my good fortune to be from the same hometown as him."
"But Fang Yun, don't be arrogant. In the eyes of the Saints, scripture is the Great Way. Governance is the Middle Way. Poetry is the Minor Way."
"Every dog has its day. Now the demons and barbarians are watching. It's possible to use the Minor Way to carve out a path for Half-saint." High Scholar Su vaguely expressed his view of the current situation.
"That's true. Fang Yun is so talented. In a few decades, he may be able to embark on his own path. "
"That's true."
Not long after, County Magistrate Cai secretly took out the ink pad he carried with him. Then he took the poem page from someone else and placed it on the stone table.
"Fang Yun, come here. Your writing is ten times better than the county examination. The bone structure and the shape of the words are very special. I've never seen it before. It seems like you're a famous scholar. Come here and tell me," County Magistrate Cai said.
Everyone had finished watching, so they stepped aside to let Fang Yun walk to County Magistrate Cai's side.
Wang Yuanjun stroked his beard and smiled, "You are a promising child. Although your handwriting is still immature, it is not inferior to that of an ordinary scholar. You already have the style of a great scholar. In less than three years, you will surpass us. This … county magistrate, what are you doing?! "
Wang Yuanjun's eyes widened. County Magistrate Cai suddenly reached out and grabbed Fang Yun's right thumb. Then, he pressed Fang Yun's thumb into the bright red ink, and then pressed it onto the page of the poem, "Early Morning Journey to Ji County."
Fang Yun raised his thumb in confusion. The red fingerprint on the paper was clearly visible.
Everyone looked at County Magistrate Cai in confusion. What kind of show was this?
County Magistrate Cai grabbed the piece of paper with lightning speed and ran away, reciting the Haste Battle Poem as he ran.
"The young man's saddle horse is as swift as the wind.
He sold all his Confucian robes to buy battle armor.
When one grows old, one does not know that one's strength decreases.
I am still dreaming at night. "
As he recited the poem, a gust of wind blew around County Magistrate Cai. With a light tap of his foot, he moved seven to eight feet. His body glided in the air at an extremely fast speed, not inferior to a galloping horse.
County Magistrate Cai laughed loudly, "Hahaha, this poem is my family heirloom! Fang Yun, don't worry and leave! "
Fang Yun almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Was this still a Grand Scholar? Was this still the head of a county? How could this person have the chance to become the governor of a province? Last night, he said that he was a student of the Prime Minister. How could the Grand Scholar teach such a student? Would he still be able to happily discuss the Confucian classics in the future?
Everyone was suddenly enlightened and their eyes turned red!
High Scholar Su shouted, "The thief has left in shame. Return my son-in-law's poem! What are you waiting for? Let's join forces to stop him! "
"Old Master Su is right. If he dares to touch the official seal, I will report him!" Wang Yuanjun said in exasperation.
"Cai He, how can you be so treacherous! You are not a son! You are not a son! "
High Scholar Su pointed in front of County Magistrate Cai and quickly recited the famous war poem, "Song of the Great Gale".
"The wind rises and the clouds soar, the power of the sea returns to the homeland, the brave warriors guard the four directions!"
High Scholar Su killed the enemy, his words were eloquent.
The sound of something breaking through the air could be heard. Following which, a ten foot tall green tornado appeared in front of County Magistrate Cai and rushed towards him. The wind created by this war poem was far more powerful than a natural tornado. The wind blades were as sharp as knives. If one were to be sucked into it, they would definitely be torn to shreds.
Wang Yuanjun was not to be outdone. He began to recite the war poem by Jingguo Half-saint Chen Guanhai, "Surging Waves". A four foot tall, nine foot long wave appeared behind Cai He and attacked him from the front and back. This wave was much stronger than Constable Lu's Wen Bao waist token.
"They have all gone mad!" An Elementary Scholar muttered to himself.
Several of the Old Show Scholars were watching the show with smiles on their faces. Unless someone was willing to fight to the death, it would be impossible to stop County Magistrate Cai.
Fang Yun did not know whether to laugh or cry. He did not expect that the first time he saw a scholar using a war poem in a battle would be under such circumstances. Furthermore, it was caused by one of his poems.
"Haha, this poem is mine. Sword out, open!"
County Magistrate Cai laughed out loud as he condensed his qi into an ancient sword.
The ancient sword slashed into the tornado and a loud boom could be heard. The tornado exploded into a cloud of green gas.
At the same time, Barbarian Niu, who was protecting County Magistrate Cai, jumped up to a height of twenty feet. He then punched the huge wave that Wang Yuanjun had created.
"Boom!"
Barbarian Niu was sent flying like a rubber ball. The strength of the huge wave was reduced and it was difficult for it to catch up with County Magistrate Cai.
Barbarian Niu smashed a shallow hole in the ground and stood up. He shook his head and patted the dust off his body. He was completely fine.
"He is actually a Barbarian General." Fang Yun did not expect Barbarian Niu to be so strong. A Barbarian General was equivalent to a High Scholar. One of them could defeat an army of a thousand men.
Although a Barbarian General could not defeat a High Scholar's war poem, it was much more difficult for a High Scholar to kill a Barbarian General. In a one on one situation, a Barbarian General had a high chance of winning.
"Hahaha, Fang Yun, go and find Registrar Zhou tomorrow. I will give you a small gift." Cai He laughed out loud as he rushed into the city. He did not have the steadiness of a county magistrate. He was just a high-spirited madman.
High Scholar Su was so angry that he was fuming. He helplessly scolded Cai He, "Cai He, this little fox! Why didn't I think of this! Fang Yun, if my daughter or granddaughter becomes your concubine, can you get the poem back for me? "
High Scholar Su looked at Fang Yun expectantly. He was clearly over fifty years old, but his eyes were more pitiful than a kitten.
Fang Yun was also helpless and said, "How would I know that County Magistrate Cai was so cunning. It's just a poem. Forget it. I have to go now. Goodbye. "
Wang Yuanjun stretched out his hand to stop him and asked, "Don't you have a new poem to compose?"
"How can a poem be so easy to compose?" Fang Yun almost rolled his eyes. This Wang Yuanjun did not learn well.
"Even if you don't have a poem, Ming Prefecture will do. My appetite is not as big as County Magistrate Cai's. Ming Prefecture can be my family heirloom." Wang Yuanjun said.
High Scholar Su said, "I don't want Ming Prefecture. Da Prefecture will do. The poem will do too."
An Elementary Scholar whispered, "Just give me a poem about a county. I was worried about my second son's betrothal gift."
Another Elementary Scholar joked, "If you can really get a poem about a county, you can send it to my family as a betrothal gift. My daughter is known as Little Yu Huan."
"Then it's settled!"
The surrounding people laughed.
Fang Yun was both angry and amused as he rolled his eyes at the two Elementary Scholars. He cupped his hands and said, "Goodbye everyone." He then jumped into the carriage.
High Scholar Su said, "Don't go. My daughter's or granddaughter's marriage can be discussed. Can you leave your next poem for me? I have a good grandniece. "
Fang Yun did not know whether to laugh or cry and waved goodbye.
Wang Yuanjun sighed and said, "Cai He is really greedy. Not only did he get the poem, he even snatched the 'first' poem! This matter will not end here! The national poem was snatched by that bastard Cai He with his handprint. What a scandal! We must make him bleed and not let him get away with it. "
High Scholar Su said, "Of course we cannot let him off! But this national poem is too rare. In the future when Fang Yun becomes famous, he will definitely have his own seal and will not use his handprint. That poem will probably be the only one. If Fang Yun becomes a great scholar or even a saint, then Cai He will benefit greatly. "
Wang Yuanjun's face was ashen and said, "Thinking of the scene where Cai He snatched the national poem, my heart hurts. My heart is bleeding! I would rather use my official position to exchange for this national poem! "
"Let's go! Let's go to his house for breakfast, lunch and dinner. We will eat for three days straight! Otherwise, I will not be able to resolve the hatred in my heart! "High Scholar Su said angrily.
"Let's go!"
Everyone responded and smiled as they walked towards the yamen.
Fang Yun shook his head and opened the curtain to enter.
The inside of the carriage was dark, but Fang Yun could see a pair of bright eyes looking at him.
Yang Yuhuan's eyes were filled with shock, joy, gratification, but most of it was admiration and worship.
"Little Yun, you are really amazing!" Yang Yuhuan said excitedly as she stared at Fang Yun.
"It's alright." Fang Yun was a little embarrassed.
Yang Yuhuan said, "What do you mean by alright? Even a woman like me knows about the national poem. Look at those officials, they actually fought over you. I have never heard of such a thing. You are simply … … No, you are a great scholar! "
Fang Yun could not help but smile. He did not expect that just because he wrote a poem, Yang Yuhuan would become like a crazy fan chasing after a star. At this time, Yang Yuhuan was even more beautiful.
Fang Yun carefully looked at Yang Yuhuan and said, "Sister Yang Yuhuan, you have become more beautiful, but you are still thin. You must continue to eat."
"Nonsense!" Yang Yuhuan blushed and lowered her head.
Grandma Jiang said respectfully, "Young Master Fang is truly a literary star. Just writing a poem and it caused officials to fight. What will happen in the future? But they won't really fight to the death right? "
Fang Yun smiled and said, "You are thinking too much. Wang Yuanjun and High Scholar Su only fought in a fit of anger. It is not that serious. Isn't there a poetry competition? It is not much different from sparring. "
"That is good." Grandma Jiang said.
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