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Fang Yun nodded his head and said, "I know a little about this person's talent. When he was an Elementary Scholar, he passed the second mountain. After he became a High Scholar, he passed the third mountain and obtained the Literary Heart. He even passed the fourth mountain and stopped at the fifth mountain. I'm afraid that he obtained the Literary Heart. "
Zhao Zhuzhen said worriedly, "If he only has one Literary Heart, I'm not too worried. However, I suspect that his Half-saint teacher brought him to other holy lands to obtain a second Literary Heart. If that's the case, he will be too difficult to deal with. "
"A High Scholar has two Literary Hearts?" Fang Yun was very surprised.
"Others may not be able to do it, but the Four Great Scholars can. Some of the geniuses from the Half-saint families can do it too. However, you don't have to worry too much about it. When you become a High Scholar, the second time you enter the Book Hill, you will also obtain a Literary Heart. "
Fang Yun nodded his head and did not say anything. He did not know how the Book Hill tested people and felt very uneasy.
After Qian Juren finished his discussion with the others, he walked over and said, "Fang Shuangjia, we have already discussed. You will be the last one to hold the line. We will now depart to the river to prepare for the dragon boat race."
"Okay, let's go together."
Zhao Zhuzhen said, "Then let's go to the pleasure boat downstairs. We can see it clearly there."
Fang Yun held Yang Yuhuan's hand and went downstairs together. They left the Jade River Inn and walked towards the riverbank where the boat was parked.
Along the way, there was the sound of people hawking their wares. It was very noisy. Zhao Zhuzhen saw that Yang Yuhuan did not have anything and bought a colored thread for Yang Yuhuan to wrap around her wrist. She also bought some cheap accessories. Yang Yuhuan thanked her one by one.
There were many young ladies and young ladies who did not go out and there was a fragrance everywhere. Everyone squeezed their way to the riverbank. Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Zhuzhen's foreheads were covered in sweat and they took out their handkerchiefs to wipe it off.
Pushing aside the hanging willow branches, everyone came to the pier on the shore. Fang Yun and the others took a boat to the sandbar in the river, while Zhao Zhuzhen, Yang Yuhuan, and Nuu boarded the pleasure boat. They stood at the side of the pleasure boat and watched Fang Yun and the others' boat sail to the sandbar.
Nunu cried out loudly in Yang Yuhuan's arms, waving her little paws at Fang Yun.
When Fang Yun heard the sound, he turned around and waved at Nuu. As a result, Nuu suddenly jumped out of Yang Yuhuan's arms, jumped into the river, and swam towards Fang Yun's boat at a very fast speed.
Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He waited until Nunu got close before he fished it out.
Nunu immediately shook her body violently, splashing water everywhere, causing the people on the boat to laugh and dodge.
"Why are you here?" Fang Yun asked.
Nuu looked at Fang Yun doubtfully and pointed at Fang Yun's hand, as if to say, "Didn't you wave for me to come?"
"You! Forget it, just stay here. "Fang Yundao.
The boat stopped on the sandbar. There were already many people standing on it. Some acquaintances hurriedly greeted each other and then went about their own business.
Fang Yun's eyes swept across the crowd and finally found a very strange person.
That person was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He wore a loose white robe and his black jade-like hair was scattered behind him. He did not look like a polite scholar, but more like a prodigal. His eyes were extremely empty, so empty that his eyes reflected the world, but there was not a single person in them.
It was as if everyone in the world was not worthy of his attention.
That person suddenly blinked and slowly turned his head to look at Fang Yun. He sized up Fang Yun seriously, then slowly turned his head back and continued to look at the sky.
Fang Yun felt that this person was really strange. He was clearly looking at him, but his eyes were extremely empty, as if he was looking at an extremely distant place through him.
Fang Yun did not care about that person and looked around. There were a total of five dragon boats here. The outside of each dragon boat was painted in the style of a yellow dragon. The boat was narrow, about twenty feet long, and could seat more than ten people.
At the front of each dragon boat was a protruding dragon's head. There was a number on the dragon's neck.
Juren Qian brought Fang Yun and the rest to the side of dragon boat number two.
There was a large drum behind the dragon's head. There was a flag on the drum. Juren Qian said, "We do not need to beat the drum. We will invite a strong youth to beat the drum to strengthen our reputation. This is also a custom passed down from the dragon boat races. We only need to sit in the boat and write poems. The more talents we attract, the faster the boat will go. Look at that tall building with black tiles. The prefectural magistrate and the overseer are there. "
Fang Shouye did not care about trifles and waved at Fang Yun. Fang Yun cupped his hands in return.
The strong man in charge of beating the drum raised a red flag and walked to the front of the boat. After tying the red flag, he stood with drumsticks in each hand. The other four dragon boats did the same.
However, Juren Qian and the rest did not board the ship. Instead, they walked towards the direction of Dragon Boat No.1. The people around the other Dragon Boats also followed them. They stood behind Juren Qian and the rest and looked at the people beside Dragon Boat No.1.
The people beside dragon boat number one were all people from Gyeongo.
Juren Qian said, "My friends, there is still half an hour before the start of the competition. We will follow the old rules. Does anyone object?"
A Gyeongo Juren with a confident smile said, "Of course we will follow the old rules. We will write poems related to the Dragon Boat Festival. Let's not talk nonsense and decide on the poems first. I will represent Gyeongo and decide that in the poems, the words' weapons' and 'boats' will not be used. "
A scholar behind Fang Yun scolded in a low voice, "It's the same trick again. Coward!"
Fang Yun also knew that the so-called 'deciding on the poems' was to choose the content that should not be used in the poems. Jingguo was surrounded by demons and barbarians. They were far more warlike than Gyeongo. Once the battle scenes were combined with the poems of the Dragon Boat Festival, there was a high chance that they could defeat Gyeongo's dragon boats. Hence, every time Gyeongo decided on the poems, it would be restricted in this aspect.
Juren Qian said, "Then we will decide later. In the poems, we will not write about the ancients."
These words made the faces of Gyeongo and the rest turn pale. Gyeongo's fighting style was not as good as Jingguo's, but the style of writing was much better than Jingguo's. If they did not write poems that expressed their feelings and reminisced about the ancients, then most of the people of Gyeongo would be crippled.
The Gyeongo Juren laughed and said, "Since those poems cannot be written, then we can only write about the wind, the flowers, the snow and the moon, the beautiful scenery. That's fine. Today is a festival and writing about these is appropriate for the occasion. However, don't worry too much because no matter how hard you work, you will still lose to Gyeongo! "
"You people of Gyeongo shouldn't be too arrogant!" Someone could not help but shout.
Juren Qian stopped that person and said, "Shi Dehong, as the disciple of Lord Shi, you have not learned much from your teacher but you have learned a lot from his arrogance!"
"Hahaha, to be able to learn from my teacher's arrogance, I am already satisfied. Thank you Brother Qian for your praise." Shi Dehong's expression suddenly changed and he laughed contemptuously, "Although I am arrogant, I am only arrogant towards the Elementary Scholars of your enemy country. When I meet the Grand Scholars of your country, I still treat them with respect. However, the people of your country are so arrogant that you can't even see a saint. You just have a young man who is barely qualified to be on the same level as my teacher. There are even people who want to push my teacher down from his position as one of the four great scholars. My teacher is already dissatisfied, how can I be polite to you! See you at the dragon boat race! "
Other than the person with loose hair who was still indifferent, the other five people of Gyeongo walked towards the dragon boat angrily.
Fang Yun was stunned. Was this person talking about me?
The others also returned to their respective dragon boats.
When they reached the edge of dragon boat number two, Fang Yun could not help but ask, "Brother Qian, my friends, I did not say that I was on the same level as Lord Shi. I also did not say that I was going to push him down from his position as one of the four great scholars. How did it become like this? "
Qian Juren smiled indifferently and said, "Don't worry, it's nothing more than someone talking nonsense and was heard by the people of Gyeongo, so the people of Gyeongo took it seriously. What's more, Shijun has only written one national poem. Apart from having more poems than you in Da Fu and Ming Zhou, and becoming a Grand Scholar in his twenties, he's not much better than you. Why can't you be compared with him? "
Another Elementary Scholar said, "That's right, the people of Gyeongo are really narrow-minded. They treat jokes after meals as the truth and can't even take a joke. Fortunately, Lord Shi is just Lord Shi. If he were to become the first Poet Sage in history, if we were to say anything, wouldn't his entire family be executed? "
"Well said …"
Everyone spoke one after another to defend Fang Yun. Fang Yun did not know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed that these people had been suppressed by Gyeongo too much. It was not easy for a Jingguo person to become famous, but they could not help but compare him to Lord Shi.
Fang Yun did not blame them. People who defended their own people were better than people like Tong Li who harmed their own people.
There were brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones on the boat, so there was no need to prepare anything.
After Qian Juren finished speaking, he said to Fang Yundao, "The rules of the competition are very simple. After the start of the competition, there will be a quarter of an hour. Everyone can write a poem. Once the quarter of an hour is up, the talent of each dragon boat will be revealed. The more talented the dragon boat, the faster it will travel. After the boat starts moving, everyone can write another poem. The second poem is a test of talent and artistic conception, because the 'Sea of Knowledge' also emphasizes the artistic conception of poems. The people of Gyeongo are too cunning. If we can't write about boats and weapons, we won't be able to write about fighting. However, they will also feel bad. Without the poems and the ancients, they won't be able to write a good artistic conception. "
Fang Yun nodded. He basically understood the purpose of both parties and said, "I understand. However, this is my first time participating in this kind of dragon boat race. Can you tell me what kind of poem I should write?"
Scholar Qian said, "You can write about the scenery of the Dragon Boat Festival or the atmosphere of the Dragon Boat Festival. This way, there won't be any mistakes."
"Alright, let me think." Fang Yun lowered his head and pondered. From time to time, he would raise his head to look at the scenery or the crowd.
Seeing that Fang Yun was ignoring her, Nuu felt bored. She cried out and jumped into the water. She happily paddled towards Yang Yuhuan's boat.
Fang Yun smiled and looked towards the boat. He nodded towards Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Zhuzhen who were there.
At ten o 'clock, Fang Yun immediately felt a change in the Qi of Heaven and Earth. Hence, he looked towards the place where the officials were. He saw Feng Zimo and another person holding an official's seal. The official's seal was surging with Qi, forming a strange force that enveloped the section of the river from the Sand Island to the Dragon Head Bridge.
The crowd on both sides of the river burst into loud shouts.
"God bless Jingguo!"
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