The world's cultural atmosphere is divided into two, with one half gathered in Kyoto City, located in the center of the chessboard continent, and the other half gathered on the top of Shushan in the southeast corner.
Eight hundred miles northwest of Kyoto City, a tall and elegant scholar in white clothes stood by the post road with his hands behind his back and his head slightly raised, as if waiting for someone.
Da da da da…
Three stage horses came at a leisurely trot from the northwest.
There was one person sitting on each horse, two of them were wearing the soap clothes of the Yamen agents and had long knives on their waists. The other person was dressed in a prison uniform, with his wrists and neck locked by a pair of chains with flashing silver spots. He was clearly a prisoner.
The three men and three horses came from Fencheng. Two Fencheng County government officers escorted Guo Xiao, the son of the former Fencheng County magistrate Guo Muhuai, to Beijing to be sent to Jixiansi for custody.
On that day, Yu Qingzhi, the chief arrester of the Jixian Division, personally ordered Guo Xiao to be escorted to Beijing. The county magistrate Cao Yuan and the chief bookkeeper Zhang Song did not dare to neglect. It originally took nearly a month to travel from Fencheng to Kyoto, but it only took more than half a month to get there.
"Senior Brother Ouyang!"
The stagecoach arrived in front of the scholar in white. Guo Xiao, who was looking sluggish and disheveled on the horse, suddenly screamed in surprise.
The two detectives in charge of escorting quickly reined in their horses, pulled out their swords with a swipe, and stared at the scholar in white with wary eyes.
"If you don't want to die, get away."
The scholar in white glanced at the two detectives and said in an indifferent tone.
Just by being looked at, the two detectives felt chills running down their spines and breaking into cold sweats all over their bodies. Knowing that the scholar in white was not someone he could afford to offend, he hurriedly rode away.
"Senior Brother Ouyang, great, you finally came to save...save..."
Guo Xiao rolled off the horse and staggered to the scholar in white. He wanted to say that you have finally come to save me, but when he saw the scholar in white's cold eyes, he was so frightened that he swallowed the rest of his words. .
The scholar in white glanced at the immortal shackles that locked Guo Xiao and shook his head.
"Without the key, even the Master cannot open this shackle. Although you are only the registered disciple of the Master, if you enter Kyoto like this, the Master will not look good. So, I am here to send you on your way. "
"Senior brother... I... I was wrongly accused. It was all Rong Fei. It was Rong Fei who tricked me and framed me. I did not disgrace my husband. Senior brother, you can't..."
"You still don't understand."
The scholar in white patted Guo Xiao's shoulder. Guo Xiao's whole body was immediately shaken, and there was a crackling sound in his body.
"It doesn't matter what you have done, or who you have provoked. What matters is that Mr.'s face cannot be damaged at all."
As soon as the scholar in white finished speaking, Guo Xiao was already lying in a puddle of mud with bleeding from all his holes.
It was a real puddle of mud, because all the bones in his body had been turned into powder by the awe-inspiring energy.
Having just killed Guo Xiao in an understatement, the scholar in white suddenly raised his head and looked at the southeast sky with a horrified expression.
"Wenqi - come from the east!"
At the same time, eight hundred miles away in the city of Kyoto, Qiankunguan Qingyang Taoist, Shushan Zhao Ge, Jiange Changkong Wuji, Murong Canghai, Bai Zizai and others who had been staying in Kyoto and had not left were all immediately aware of it. When something unusual happened, he rushed outside and looked up at the overwhelming literary clouds coming from the southeast with a solemn expression.
In the end what happened?
Could it be that there is a literary saint in Kyoto?
When Dayan was first founded, the ministers had a rather heated debate with Taizu Zhu Ying over where the capital should be built.
Taizu Zhu Ying insisted on rebuilding a capital city on the original site of the Great Compassion Temple. However, the ministers suggested that the empire should be built closer to the south, citing the lack of finances, waste of people and money, and the fact that it was too close to the north.
In the end, the debate came to an end with Zhu Ying's strong words, "The emperor guards the country's gates" and Zhu Shen's appearance as his platform.
Dayan Kyoto City was rebuilt on the dilapidated site of the Great Mercy Temple.
The straight-line distance between this place and the territory of the Northern Demon Clan is less than two thousand miles.
If the demon wolf cavalry drives at full strength, it will only take one day and night to kill the Kyoto city.
But the fact is as Taizu Zhu Ying said at the time, since the day the country was founded, the demon clan has never set foot on half an inch of Dayan's land.
Wild geese return, strong wind, black and yellow.
These are the three passes guarding the gateway between Dayan and the northern border.
Among them, Yanhui Pass is in Taizhou and Dafeng Pass is in Jinzhou. These two passes are thousands of miles away from Beijing.
Qingzhou, where Xuanhuang Pass is located, is the closest to Kyoto City, and there are plains and wilderness between the two places. There are no dangers of mountains or rivers, and there are no obstacles from rivers. You only need to look in the right direction and walk in a straight line for more than two thousand miles to reach it. .
The old eunuch Wei Lin secretly left Beijing alone. After walking for a day in the direction of Taizhou, she took out a letter from her arms in a deserted place in the mountains and forests.
Before leaving, Zhu Sheng personally handed three letters to Wei Lin and solemnly told her to open the first letter one day after leaving Beijing.
After reading the contents of the first letter, Wei Lin was confused. Although he didn't know what Zhu Sheng's intention was, he still followed the instructions in the letter and turned around and headed for Qingzhou.
Due to Zhu Sheng's instructions in the letter to act secretly, Wei Lin was afraid of being exposed and did not dare to go to the inn to change horses. She could only abandon the old horse for transportation and use her spiritual power to run with all her strength. When she arrived at Xuanhuangguan City in Qingzhou a day and a half later, Rao was His seventh-grade cultivation level also made him lose weight due to fatigue.
After revealing his identity, he saw Chang Gaoyuan, the commander-in-chief of Qingzhou and Jingyuan Marquis, and handed the other two letters into his hands.
Half an hour later, Chang Gaoyuan pretended to be a businessman and left quietly.
Wei Lin stayed and relied on her vivid ventriloquism skills to disguise herself as Chang Gaoyuan and guard Xuanhuang Pass.
After running around without sleep for two consecutive days and nights, Chang Gao, who was covered in travel dust and dressed as a businessman, looked far away at the city of Kyoto not far away, filled with emotion in his heart.
It was so long ago that I left here last time, and I can’t even remember it. It’s been too long.
Just as he was about to take steps, he noticed something strange in the sky.
Chang Gaoyuan was not a monk and could not see through the mystery of the blue clouds. He just felt that such visions were extraordinary.
"The wind is surging, a good sign! Hahahaha."
Secretly smiling bravely in his heart, he strode towards the city gate.
"What happened?"
"Why is this so? Could it be that a great demon has come to this world to cause trouble in the world?"
Southeast Cape, the top of Shushan.
More than a hundred Shushan disciples were attracted by the vision of the sea of clouds rushing and rolling in the sky. They put down what they were doing and gathered together in small groups, looking suspicious and whispering.
Shushan is a small place compared to Kyoto. It is shrouded in a rich cultural atmosphere all year round, like a sea of clouds. Shushan disciples have long been accustomed to it.
But this was the first time I saw the strange phenomenon of clouds rolling and rushing like giant waves.
Just a moment after the vision appeared, dozens of green lights flashed from the mountainside, and then rushed into the clouds.
"It's the great Confucians, it's the great Confucians!"
Immediately some disciples shouted joyfully.
I saw the green light transformed by the great scholars walking through the rolling sea of clouds, as if trying to restore calm, but with little success.
At this time, you can already see with the naked eye that the clouds formed by the gathering of Wen Qi are rapidly escaping outside Shushan.
Just when the great scholars were at their wits' end, a phantom of a jade brush as huge as a giant pillar shot out from the top of the mountain of books. A stroke of the pen in the sky stopped the flowing literary energy.
The dozen or so scholars who were floating in the sea of clouds like gods all breathed a sigh of relief and bowed towards the top of the mountain of books.
"See Your Majesty."
Wu Xie was inside, Huang Liang Yi seemed to be going crazy, pointing at the Wen Qi rushing in the southeast sky and shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Wenqi comes from the east! Wenqi comes from the east!"
At this time, all the great scholars have realized what happened to make Huang Liangyi lose his composure like this.
The world's cultural atmosphere is divided into two, with one half gathered in Kyoto City, located in the center of the chessboard continent, and the other half gathered on the top of Shushan in the southeast corner.
Where culture flourishes, Confucian orthodoxy lies.
Kyoto City and Shushan have been fighting for many years over the amount of literary talent.
The key to determining the level of literary talent is which side has more great scholars and deeper knowledge.
If Rong Fei passes the examination today and is granted the title of Great Confucian, he will indeed win some literary talent from Shushan and break the balance that has been maintained between the two sides for many years. In the future, when they quarrel with the people in Shushan, the Confucian people in Kyoto City can use this matter to their advantage.
Although Ke Rongfei has a promising future, after all, his age and experience are here. Even if he succeeds in becoming a Confucian, how much literary talent can he win with it?
There is one stone in the world's culture and culture, and there are five buckets each in Shushan and Kyoto.
This was the casual joke of the new scholar in Shushan when he was promoted to the fifteenth great scholar in Shushan a few years ago.
Although he said it as a joke, he was ashamed of it by all the scholars in Kyoto.
Once upon a time, Confucianism in Kyoto occupied seven or eight buckets, and ancient and modern times shared one bucket. Your Shushan only had one or two buckets.
Now it is on an equal footing with Confucianism in Kyoto.
The fifteen great scholars in Kyoto have a total of five liters of literary spirit. In this way, three great scholars are one dou, and each great scholar has three liters more.
These great Confucians have been famous for many years, and have disciples all over the world. Their knowledge can only be described as unfathomable, and they can only achieve three liters of literary spirit.
Rong Fei was promoted to a Confucian scholar, and Kyoto Confucianism did not dare to have high expectations for him. As long as he could win a promotion, he would be satisfied.
At worst, it should be two or three kilograms.
Using pounds, shengs, buckets, and stones to measure the intangible and qualityless literary spirit is a bit vulgar, but it is easier to understand.
But at this moment, seeing Wen Qi's impatience rushing towards him, it was like an overwhelming force.
Great scholars have never seen such a magnificent sight.
This...this must be so elegant.
All the stones, buckets, and shengs are too small to fit in!
But just when the scholars were ecstatic, the literary energy in the sky suddenly stagnated, and gradually began to retreat.
In the literary clouds and mist, there is a faint shadow of a huge brush carved from jasper.
"You old fool is cheating!"
When Huang Liangyi saw the origin of the brush, he was so angry that he cursed.
But the scolding was followed by the scolding, and the cloud of literary energy began to retreat rapidly toward the southeast.
"Rongfei!"
Huang Liangyi suddenly remembered something and rushed to the table like crazy, grabbed Rong Fei's hand and pressed it onto the paper.
"Write, write, write, write quickly..."
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