Chapter 646

The plum garden is quiet. The snow in the sky has stopped. The curved moon on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year hangs high in the sky and sends out a cold moonlight.

Hundreds of tables were placed in the garden in order.

Occasionally, there was the breaking sound of heavy snow pressing the branches, only the breathing sound of everyone.

Almost no one thought that Jizhi Bai would be in trouble at this time. The Left Party has been crushed by the Party movement. Even if there is a trend to rejuvenate, it will be greatly weakened after all.

Zuo Xiang has been closing the door to thank the guests these days. Everyone knows that Liushan will be dormant for many days, but Ji Zhibai suddenly jumps out, which is really unreasonable.

The people who oppose the left party are extremely vigilant. I know that Bai Gan will appear suddenly at this time and must have a certain degree of confidence.

Ji Zhi glanced at the crowd with a faint smile, and finally his eyes fell on Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan, saying: "Mr. Wen Xiang, I don't know something about the student. Just today, the demon Saint ordered that Cao man would invade the country next winter, and our king country was in danger. My mentor Zuo Xiang was so anxious that he vomited blood in his study and was still ill. I thought that Mr. Wen Xiang must be worried about state affairs, but at a critical moment today, Mr. Wen Xiang even participated in the Xuemei Wen club. The student was extremely surprised, so he wanted to ask Mr. Wen Xiang , is the crisis of the destruction of the kingdom of Jing less important than the spirit struggle of the Xuemei Cultural Association? "

The audience was silent.

Ji Zhibai's words pierced everyone's heart like a sword. Many people wanted to defend Jiang Hechuan, but they opened their mouth and found that they were unable to defend at all. At this time, if they were careless, they would get darker and darker.

Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan sat in his chair without saying a word. He didn't even go to see Ji Zhibai.

Ji Zhibai smiled and got up and said, "my question is over. Since Wenxiang can't give an answer, students should not press step by step. However, in front of the Hall tomorrow, students must participate in an adult book to correct people's hearts!"

Jiang Hechuan remained silent.

The air in the plum garden seemed to solidify, and some young scholars were frightened.

Many people are anxious like ants on a hot pot. It's not big, but it's not small. Once it is used by people with intentions, it will inevitably become a stain on the literature.

Ordinary scholars can participate in the Xuemei Cultural Association at this time, but Jiang Hechuan, one of the four phases, is slightly inappropriate.

Jizhi smiled triumphantly on his white face. He looked at Fang Yun and turned and left. But at the moment of turning, Yu Guang saw Fang Yun stand up and turn around immediately, staring at Fang Yun like a fierce beast hunting food.

Fang Yun bowed his hands to everyone present and said, "ladies and gentlemen, I hope to hear a little story from me first."

"Hum, I asked Wen Xiang, but I didn't ask you!" Ji Zhi said in a cold voice.

Fang Yun's eyes were frozen, the official's authority appeared, stared at Ji Zhi, and Bai Li said, "since you ask for politics and literature, you have to play again. Naturally, you are based on the seven grades of the king country. I am from the three grades of literary Marquis, and I have the title of the cabinet. Just for your disrespectful words, I can cure you for the following crimes!"

Knowing Bai YILENG, he immediately clenched his teeth, bowed his head and said, "the lower official is abrupt. Please forgive Fang Wenhou. The lower official is just in a hurry. It's hard to imagine that a Chinese writer should still be romantic and romantic when there is a great disaster. This is impolite."

Fang Yun said slowly, "you're used to being rude. I'm too lazy to care. You can't interrupt me when I'm talking."

"Promise." Ji Zhibai secretly hates him. He attacks Wen Xiang. Wen Xiang will not oppress him by his official position, whether by nature or out of self-protection. However, Fang Yun is younger than him, and his Wen position is similar to him, but his official position is high, which is just suitable for criticizing him.

Fang Yun looks around the plum garden and says: "Hundreds of years ago, there was a group of Jinshi in a national school palace. They studied Confucian classics hard, practiced war poems and swords hard, and tried all means to improve their strength, hoping to defeat the barbarians and win glory for the human race in the battles of spring hunting, Sangu Lien Chan and so on. However, the Jinshi found that a Jinshi with mediocre qualifications seemed to have given up the holy way and gave up cultivating war poems and swords Tongue sword, actually focus on a few ways that are not very useful. "

"As we all know, counting is the end of the six skills of a gentleman. It is also called arithmetic and numeracy. It was not valued hundreds of years ago. The scholar saw that the man was regardless of his priorities. He hated him for taking a wrong path, but he ignored it and continued to specialize in counting. After the war broke out, his classmates volunteered to go to the frontier, but he was still obsessed with counting and didn't want to join the army at all Protect the family and defend the country. Those classmates and friends cut off relations with him one after another before leaving. "

"With the passage of time, the man of letters has made no progress. When he was nearly 40 years old, he was still an ordinary Jinshi. He held an idle post in the Ministry of work. He had neither literary and artistic skills nor military skills. He was unknown. He seemed to eat and die. However, his classmates either became a senior general of the Imperial Academy because of his military skills, or were in charge of politics, or had a good reputation in Confucian classics. That year, the classmates met, and the old friends put down their grievances and advised him again He said, telling him that although it is useful to count the Tao, it takes the same energy. It is better to protect the country in war poetry, and it is better to learn the holy classics to improve the literary position. "

"However, he ignored him and continued to study several ways. Afterwards, those students were completely desperate for him, because he was nearly 40 years old, didn't write a book, didn't make a word, didn't get an inch of merit, wasted the Jinshi position, wasted the talent and gift given to him by the holy academy, and even called him a useless Jinshi."

Fang Yun paused for a moment, looked around the crowd again and said, "but just three years later, in March, the nine chapters arithmetic note was born, and he became a Hanlin. In June, the island Sutra." Ten years later, he became a great Confucian, and another 20 years later, Liu Hui was canonized. Under the influence of his several skills, the craftsman's skills improved by leaps and bounds, the power of mechanism technology increased by 50% in just a few decades, and the power of siege and guarding equipment doubled. When the two boundary mountains fought, he was already a saint, but under the control of his semi Saint Wen Bao "measuring the sky ruler", the mechanism and guarding equipment were killed Hundreds of millions of demon barbarians died! Just a few days ago, it was his descendants who used the island Sutra to calculate the position of the divine punishment spear, guided half of the divine punishment spear straight into the grass barbarians together with the armillary sphere, assisted in killing the two saints of barbarians, and slaughtered tens of millions of barbarians! "

Fang Yun's voice grew louder and louder, and everyone was excited. Many people almost couldn't help cheering.

Because Fang Yun is talking about the real history of Shengyuan continent.

Fang Yun took a deep breath, looked at Ji Zhibai and asked loudly, "if Liu Hui, the semi saint, gave up several courses, or chose the most promising classics, or the most practical war poetry, who will give us a semi saint! Who will give us the holy book Island Sutra! Who will give us a ruler to measure the sky!"

"Good!" people praised one after another, especially those young scholars, whose blood was boiling.

Ji Zhibai was speechless and understood Fang Yun's intention.

Fang Yun continued: "As we all know, the battle of Xuemei seems to be just a game, but it inspires people to write poems and words. Every more poem, talent will increase, and every more cultural meeting, talent will increase! Although the Xuemei cultural meeting here is small, it goes straight to the literary list of the Holy Academy, which is a great way to educate! Wenxiang is the leader of a National Academy of Arts and academy. The first priority is to educate the people. He came to Xuemei Wen Yes, isn't it due diligence? Isn't his letter to the conference just to lift heavy weights and comfort people? The defense demon has a military, and there are Zuo Xiang and civil servants in formulating political affairs. If you don't let Wen Xiang participate in the conference, let him take charge of the seal of Zuo Xiang! "

Jizhi Bai's complexion is pale. Previously, he only knew that Fang Yun's poetry was powerful and he was good at righteousness and policy theory, but he didn't expect Fang Yun's eloquence to be so sharp and to the point. Compared with Fang Yun, he questioned the words of literary appearance just now, just like an ignorant child talking nonsense.

The crowd nodded.

"What Marquis Fang Wenhou said is very true. In those days, Liu Hui's classmate was a humanoid, and Liu Hui's classmate was also a humanoid. Today, other ministers think that the strategy to resist barbarism is to be a humanoid. Wenxiang's talent is also a humanoid! Wenxiang should not be questioned!"

"Now the holy discussion hasn't stopped, Chen Sheng hasn't given the holy edict, and the king's pilgrimage meeting hasn't opened. Lord Wen Xiang might as well do something useful than sit at home and think falsely."

"The more this time, the more we need Wen Xiang to stand up and stabilize the people!"

"Fang Xusheng said well!"

"Fang Zhenguo's words awakened the dreamer! It turns out that those seemingly militaristic, extravagant and wasteful actions are really beneficial to the human race! Think about the time when the Mohist spent a lot of money on studying the thousand mile mirror, which was accused by some people of wasting money on insect carving skills. After the thousand mile mirror was popularized in the army, we knew that the millions of liang of silver saved the lives of more than 100000 soldiers and millions of civilians at least. And in The craftsmanship found in the thousands of miles mirror is also used everywhere in our Terran. Instead of wasting money, it is making our Terran grow! "

"It is worthy of being the virtual saint of a generation of poetry ancestors. We really look at problems beyond us! We are a little conservative."

The more people talk about it, the more they understand it.

Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan never spoke.

Knowing that Bai Leng had been there for a long time, he couldn't say a word and became the object of ridicule.

A few people originally wanted to join the leftist party again, but after watching Ji Zhibai and Fang Yun, they silently stayed away from Ji Zhibai.

Finally, Fang Yun said slowly, "Ji Zhibai, you are short-sighted, not enough success, more than failure!"

Ji Zhi looked up fiercely and glared at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun's eyes are like the calm sea, but his white eyes are like the sky with dark clouds.

This year's meeting members attacked this year's champion face to face!

Ji Zhi Bai breathed out a long breath and gradually calmed down. He said, "the country of Fangzhen is really extraordinary. I can't compare it with my three inch good tongue. However, I don't believe this meeting is as important as you said."

Fang Yun said, "if you don't accumulate small steps, you can't reach thousands of miles. If you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become a river and sea. You must understand the Tao ideal in Xunzi. Moreover, maybe someone will be influenced by this Xuemei Wen meeting to create war poems that will last forever!"

"Then I'll wait. Ji Zhibai says goodbye!" Ji Zhibai leaves angrily.

Jiang Hechuan picked up the teacup and drank tea slowly. Everything that had just happened seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Zhao Hongzhuang looked at Fang Yun and muttered, "this is the real sword of words!"

A dragon and a fox nodded hard.