His voice was not loud, but with the power of the great scholar, his voice could be heard for miles. Everyone on the boat could hear him.
The sound of the zither stopped.
Between the two boats, there was only the sound of flowing water.
Soon after, a clear and melodious voice sounded.
"The quiet night is unbearable, I fear the startled stars falling into the cold water!"
Ji Anchang suddenly froze, his eyes flashing with unconcealable panic.
Who is the poet saint on the river? Let me have a look at your splendid essay.
The quiet night is unbearable, I fear the startled stars falling into the cold water!
Ji Anchang was asking who dared to call himself the poet saint on the river. If he had the ability, he should take out a really good essay for people to see.
The first sentence of the person who replied seemed very modest, saying that the night was too quiet and he did not want to write a poem. However, the second sentence was very imposing. It was not that he was afraid of Ji Anchang, but that he was afraid that the poem was too good and would startle the stars in the sky. If the stars fell into the water, it would break the silence.
Ji Anchang felt as if he had bumped into a mountain. He had the misconception that he was being bullied.
Ji Anchang was speechless. He had just said some provocative words to vent his anger. He hadn't expected the other party to immediately respond. Moreover, the moment he opened his mouth, it was an imposing poem. This was definitely not something an ordinary person could do. Let alone him, even Li Wenying, or even the famous poets in history, might not be able to respond in such a short time and blurt out such a majestic poem.
Ji Anchang's eyes flashed. If someone had made such a poem during the literary gathering, he would have accepted it. After all, it would have taken time to prepare and he might have even missed the question. However, he had initiated it and the other side did not have any time to prepare. Just who was this person?
"This kind of imposing manner, could it be Half-saint?" Ji Anchang's right hand trembled slightly. The harm of drinking for many days finally appeared on his body.
Ji Anchang was constantly thinking in his heart, trying to get out of this predicament.
However, Ji Anchang did not know how to deal with it. The other side's poem was too good. It completely sealed his mouth. No matter what he said, he could not avoid it.
After a few moments of silence, Ji Anchang suddenly realized that he was a great Confucian scholar. Even if he encountered an opponent, he shouldn't be like this. The reason he was like this was because he was suppressed by the opponent's words, and his mind was in a mess.
Ji Anchang's heart was filled with sorrow. He thought to himself that Jingguo was simply the graveyard of his Literary Name. Back then, he had been scared to the point of wetting his pants. A few days ago, he had been suppressed by Li Wenying's literary work at the Shengxing Literary Festival and had made a fool of himself. Now, he was even more miserable. After sleeping for a while, he had casually provoked Li Wenying on the surface of the river.
What kind of person could suppress the Great Confucian?
Ji Anchang didn't even need to think about it, nor did he stupidly reveal his noble status as a Great Confucian. This was because he knew that the other party was at least a Great Confucian, and possibly one whose status and reputation surpassed his.
Ji Anchang thought of the Grand Secretary and the Great Confucian Scholar he had met in the past, but he realized that he had never heard that voice before.
Then, Ji Anchang tried his best to recall the voice on the pleasure boat. Previously, he hadn't been fully awake and didn't pay much attention to those voices, so he didn't think too much about it. However, now that he tried to recall the voice in his memory, his face suddenly changed and his body stiffened. He stared blankly at the seemingly ordinary pleasure boat.
The voice of the person who had praised Li Wenying as "world-renowned" was very similar to Li Wenying's.
As for the person who had called Fang Yun the "Poet Sage", it was none other than Yi Zhishi, a great literary figure of the generation.
Ji Anchang felt that his brain wasn't enough to comprehend. He couldn't understand why these people would appear on this ordinary pleasure boat.
"Is there really a Half-saint here?"
Cold sweat ran down Ji Anchang's back. He didn't dare to move at all, for fear of angering the Half-saint who might be there.
At this time, the voice that responded to the poem sounded again, "So it's Mr. Anchang. I'm recuperating and can't go out. Please forgive me for not coming out to meet you."
Ji Anchang was stunned when he heard the words "I'm Fang". The regret in his heart grew even stronger.
When he had just returned to Saint Origin World, he didn't pay much attention to Fang Yun. He only thought that Fang Yun was an extremely talented genius and only wanted to defeat Li Wenying. However, as he slowly got to know Fang Yun, he realized that the gap between him and Fang Yun was like the distance between the stars.
When it came to Li Wenying, he was only good at literary battles. He was confident in all other aspects. Moreover, Li Wenying's way of doing things could be described as "courageous". He was too decisive and direct. It was easy for others to guess his words and actions and avoid him in advance. Li Wenying had used more than thirty years to gain a firm foothold in Jingguo and establish his own power.
Ji Anchang had once observed Fang Yun's experiences and realized that Fang Yun was completely different from Li Wenying. He was courageous and brave. He killed the Dragon King, invaded the Flood Dragon Saint Palace, and even acted more aggressively than Li Wenying in Ning 'an City.
On the other hand, Fang Yun was crafty and crafty. In just a few short years, he had built an iron-clad Fang Party in Jingguo with his own strength. It was to the point that the officials of the other factions were secretly on guard.
Ji Anchang suddenly realized that his previous intuition was right. Even Li Wenying could suppress him and almost drive him crazy. If Fang Yun were to make a move, it would be like bullying him.
But what could he do now?
Ji Anchang was completely stunned. Was the humiliation at the Saint Apricot Gathering not enough? Did he have to be humiliated in front of Fang Yun again?
Both parties were silent for a long time. Then, Fang Yun's voice sounded again.
"Since Mr. Anchang is busy and can't board the ship, let's talk another day. I see that Mr. Anchang's spiritual will and body are severely damaged. If you continue, you might harm your foundation. I hope you can cherish it. The body is the foundation of the Divine Path. "
Ji Anchang immediately understood that Fang Yun was giving him a way out and advising him. He immediately blushed and scolded himself in his heart. He had lived for so long, but he was still not as magnanimous as Fang Yun. He immediately said awkwardly, "If there's a chance in the future, I'll definitely pay you a visit and ask for your poetry."
In the end, Ji Anchang gave in.
Thus, on the boat, everyone saw a comical scene.
The dignified scholar rolled up his sleeves, held the oars with both hands, and quickly rowed away.
Yi Zhishi was stunned for a while before saying, "I've seen this person before, but I didn't know that he liked to disguise himself as a commoner and enter the world to cultivate."
On the other side, Ji Anchang, who had been rowing for a long time, suddenly froze. He thought to himself, "I'm a dignified scholar. I can totally leave with One Step to Heaven. Why am I so scared after hearing Fang Yun's words that I can only row?"
Seeing that the shore was not far away, and fearing that his identity would be exposed, Ji Anchang gritted his teeth and continued rowing.
Ji Anchang fled in panic like a bird startled by the twang of a bow, just by hearing his voice.
On the boat, two ordinary zither girls continued to play the zither in the outer room. In the inner room, Fang Yun sat on a recliner, half lying on it. His body was covered with a thick white bear skin.
At this moment, Fang Yun's face was slightly pale and his breathing was slightly weak. He was not much different from before.
Below him, Yi Zhishi and Li Wenying sat opposite him. Further away, the Prefecture Overseer, Dong Wencong, and the others were accompanying them.
Li Wenying smiled and said, "Good move. I have racked my brains, racked my brains, and used all my knowledge to compose a poem. Only then was I able to suppress him once. You, on the other hand, scared him away with just a few sentences."
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