"When did you become a Saint Scholar?" Li Yuncong asked.
"I was motivated by Grand Scholar Wu Dong, so I only slept for two hours. I spent the night memorizing the Saint Classics. That's why I broke through this morning," Fang Yundao said.
Everyone was relieved. There were too many scholars who were motivated to rise up. This was very common.
"What happened to that Mingqi bird demon?" Mr. Wang asked.
Everyone looked at Fang Yundao with gratitude.
Fang Yundao said seriously, "You know that I can recite the Analects of Confucius backwards. I even memorized it once yesterday. Today, seeing Ming Qi harming people and thinking that we're all going to die here, my heart went cold. I couldn't help but think of the great scholars and half-saints of the past. Thereupon, I blurted out a famous line from the Analects of Confucius, using 'Confucius does not speak of strange forces, chaotic gods' to intimidate them. I don't know what happened, but Mingqi didn't dare to scream anymore. "
Mr. Wang said with relief, "You have courage and righteousness in your heart. You're a true scholar. I heard that an old scholar who studied the classics was sending students home at night. When he encountered a demon, he hurriedly chanted Confucius's Spring and Autumn Annals to protect the students. There was a faint sound of thousands of soldiers and horses charging, and the demon was scared away. I didn't expect you to be able to do it. This is what it means to sacrifice one's life for righteousness. Even if your achievements are not as good as Grand Scholar Wu Dong's, they won't be worse than Yi Zhishi's. "
Fang Yundao said, "You're too kind. I was motivated by the three of you. If you didn't sacrifice yourself to delay the demon general, I wouldn't have the courage."
"It's good that you think so. Wait a moment, I'll help the other two kill the bear demon!"
Mr. Wang turned and left.
After the crisis, the students cleaned up the battlefield, especially the Mingqi bird's body. They put the Mingqi, the tiger's throat, and other demon parts into molten iron to make drums or drumsticks. If they were made into writing treasures, they could beat the Mingqi bird's cry.
While everyone was cleaning up the battlefield, the three scholars of the Notre-Dame's Holy Way were finishing their work.
The elderly Grand Secretary and the middle-aged Grand Secretary from last month were still there, but the new Grand Secretary was from Wu Guo, which was adjacent to Jingguo.
"Ai, this Fang Yun is outstanding, outstanding! When I got the full text of the Epigraph of My Shack, I spent a whole hour reading it. Who knew how many people would be able to strengthen their literary courage or improve their literary courage with just this piece alone? Especially those scholars who are astonishingly talented but lack literary courage and knowledge. I'm afraid they owe him a huge favor, "the old Grand Scholar said.
"I actually like the phrase 'There are plenty of fish in the sea'. In the future, if I have any worries, I can just recite 'Spring Scenery' to dispel them," the middle-aged scholar said.
The newly arrived Grand Secretary Wu Guo was over fifty years old. His long beard fell in front of his chest. He said, "Some people say that although the Romance of the Pillow has the merit of educating people, if it is sold together with the Romance of the Western Chamber and then published in the Holy Road, wouldn't it be too vulgar?"
"After thousands of years of flattery, there are people who are unhappy with a little bit of flattery? Is that person a monster that doesn't eat the five grains, or a king that wants to treat his people like pigs and dogs? Where is Mencius's' the people are the most important thing '? "the old Grand Scholar said without holding back.
The long-bearded Grand Scholar smiled awkwardly and said, "It's just that when others say it, I still prefer the Romance of the Pillow. It's easy to understand, and it's better than the Romance of the Western Chamber. Naturally, the more people who read it, the better. "
"It's good that you understand. After today's meeting at the Hundred Saints Hall, Half-saint made a decree. Starting from the first day of the fifth month, 'Literary Treasures' and 'Holy Road' will be combined with 'Romance of the Western Chamber' and 'Romance of the Pillow'. New sentences will be added to make it easier for scholars and ordinary people to learn. If 'Romance of the Pillow' is not included in next month's' Holy Road ', won't the new sentences be a joke? "
"Ah? Then won't 'Romance of the Pillow' be on the front page? "
"There's no need for it on the front page. Put it on the second page. Although it's a revolutionary text, it's just going with the flow. It can't improve the luck of the human race, so it's not suitable to put it on the front page. Leave a blank page on the front page. "
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "This Fang Yun. 'Theory of Yin Yang' and Wen Ying's' Early Plum Blossoms' are considered half of each. His' Holy Road 'next month can be considered as four texts shining together. Li Wenying personally said that he's a 'One Character Master', so his fame will be even greater. "
The old scholar said, "I always feel that although the 'Three Character Classic' is simple and straightforward, it's the best text to educate young people. Can it be published next month?"
The middle-aged scholar said, "I don't oppose it. After all, educating young people is also the Holy Road. It's just that the 'Three Character Classic' is already too long, and with Wen Ying's annotations, there are too many words in it. We'll put it aside for now. If there aren't enough poems in the next few months, or if there's a need to supplement it, we can publish the 'Three Character Classic'. "
"That's reasonable," the long-bearded scholar said.
"That's also good," the old scholar said.
At that moment, someone pushed open the door and entered. It was a young High Scholar. He bowed respectfully and said, "The Holy Road has instructed that if the 'Holy Road' is finalized today, it will be sent to the 'Dongsheng Pavilion', and the Holy Road will be personally published by him. The Holy Road also said that we must have the 'Epigraph of My Shack'. "
"We obey," the three scholars stood up and said.
The young High Scholar bowed again and turned to leave.
The three scholars looked at each other.
"Why did the Holy Road personally take action? You're the most experienced one here. What do you think is going on? "
"I'm not sure either. I'm afraid that something big is going to happen."
"How would we know what the Holy Road is thinking? We'll just do as he says."
"Fang Yun is so lucky. He's already been personally appointed by the Half-saint."
On Ze Mountain, Fang Yun and the others had just finished cleaning up the battlefield when the three High Scholars returned. Among them, Mr. Yu was dragging a Demon General Bear that was the size of a small mountain.
"Let's continue our journey. Those demons won't be coming," Mr. Wang said.
Everyone set off again.
After taking a few steps, Mr. Wang said, "From now on, you're not allowed to leave the sight of us three scholars. You're not allowed to take the initiative to talk to outsiders. Fang Yun's poem about soldiers must be kept quiet! At least until he becomes a Grand Scholar. You're not stupid people. You should understand the reason behind this. "
One of them said, "Gentlemen, don't worry. This poem is very important. If the rebels know that Fang Yun was the one who wrote it, they'll kill him at all costs. Even if we have to sacrifice our lives, we'll protect him! "
"Then can we take him as our teacher and learn 'Capture the King'?" Lu Yu asked.
Mr. Wang said, "The Notre-Dame has her own way of protecting him. This poem will be written by a mysterious scholar. An empty wooden plaque will be placed in the Holy Temple. Then, those who are willing to learn 'Capture the King' will have to worship it. The mysterious scholar will be their teacher. "
"Must it be like this?" Fang Yun asked in surprise.
"Of course. You haven't learned other people's war poems, so you won't understand. You don't need the poems from The Book of Songs, but if you want to learn Tao Sheng's' Chant of Heaven ', we'll have to go to the Holy Temple and worship him as our teacher. We'll thank him for creating this war poem. Otherwise, we'll never be able to learn it. When you become a Grand Scholar and have enough power to protect yourself, we'll announce that you're the original author of 'Capture the King'. Then, the world will be grateful to you. "
Fang Yundao said, "That's good. I don't want to be exposed now."
"Other than today's people, only the Duke of Jianmei and the Minister of Wen will know about Jingguo. Even the Emperor and the Empress Dowager can't be told. In the end, you'll go to the Punishment Hall for record to avoid any accidents. Even the unrelated Half-saint won't know about this. Other than us, there won't be more than seven people who know about your identity. "
Mr. Yu said, "From now on, you don't have to go to the State Academy of Arts every day to study. You have to hurry up and prepare for the exams. Take the provincial examination in June and become an imperial scholar. You'll get the fourth talent from the heavens. If you have any questions in the next few days, you can come to the State Academy of Arts and find Mr. Wang or the other teachers. We can answer them for you. I want to see how many Double Armor Scholars you can get this year. "
Li Yuncong said, "I'm more curious about how many memorial archways can be built in Fang Yun's hometown."
Lu Yu smiled and said, "Let me count. One Scholar before the Emperor, one Double Armor Scholar, one Elementary Scholar before the Emperor. And 'Holy Path' must have a Holy Path memorial archway. Even if a poem can't have two memorial archways, you already have quite a few. 'Spring Dawn', 'Sui Mu', 'Early Journey to Ji County', 'Tales of a Pillow', 'Epigraph of My Shack', and 'Butterfly Love Flower Spring Scene' don't count. Just now, you already have nine memorial archways. In a few years, the entire Ji County won't be able to fit your memorial archways. "
Everyone laughed.
A memorial archway was a building used to honor meritorious deeds, good governance, etc. It was also called a memorial archway. The birthplace of those great scholars, Half-saint Scholars, had a large number of memorial archways, but it was rare for an imperial scholar to have so many memorial archways.
Lu Yu asked, "Can an imperial scholar in the same year have a memorial archway?"
"No, an imperial scholar in the same year has a memorial archway. An imperial scholar in the same year also has a memorial archway. I think Fang Yun can take the Scholar, Elementary Scholar, and High Scholar exams this year. But even so, he might not be able to get first place in the Scholar and High Scholar exams, not to mention the Full Armor Scholars. I'd rather see him spend ten years getting the Full Armor Scholars than fight for the same year. "
"That's right, Fang Yun. The Full Armor Scholars and Five Generals are the highest honors in the imperial examinations. Don't give up on the big and give up on the small!"
"Full Armor Scholars and Five Generals? You guys really think highly of me. Even Yi Zhishi can't do that. "Fang Yun laughed.
Lu Yu said, "Yi Zhishi couldn't write a poem when he was an imperial scholar! This is a poem by an imperial scholar. Just this poem alone is enough to save tens of thousands of soldiers every year. If the barbarians invade in the future, we can save hundreds of thousands of soldiers, millions of civilians, and kill hundreds of thousands of barbarians! Your poem is a poem that will increase the luck of the human race. It's a great contribution. "
Mr Wang looked at Fang Yundao, "Your literary rank is too low, so it can't be seen now. When you become an imperial scholar, your contributions will come into play. Work hard. The more contributions you accumulate for the human race, the smoother your path to sainthood will be. Think about the ancient sages. Which one of them didn't write great works? The later generations of sages may not be as good as the ancient sages in terms of writing, but they are better in terms of killing enemies. "
"It's said that after Tao Sheng comprehended the Divine Path, he sneaked into the demon realm and took back one of the thirteen chapters of Sun Tzu's Art of War. He also saved hundreds of thousands of humans trapped in the demon realm. That's how he became a saint."
Ning Zhiyuan asked in a low voice, "Sir, I've heard from our elders that Tao Sheng actually went to the Sacred Battlefield left behind by Confucius. That's how he became a saint. Is that true?"
"That's just a saying. However, it's true that the great scholars of the human race went to the Sacred Battlefield one after another. It's also true that there's a great secret hidden there. However, that has nothing to do with us. Alright, let's not talk about this. Go back and write a summary of at least three thousand words. You're not allowed to mention the last counterattack of the demon race. You're not allowed to mention the poem about soldiers. Understand? "
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