As usual, Fang Yun went to bed at four o 'clock in the morning. He woke up punctually at six o' clock and walked out of his bedroom.
Fang Daniu had been waiting at the door for a long time. He wore a clean blue silk robe and had a mustache above his lips. He looked more mature than before.
When Fang Yun stepped out, he began to report the situation at home seriously.
"All the items have been packed overnight. The unnecessary items have been put on the carriage. Only some bowls and chopsticks are still there. Madam said there is no need to take them away. We have checked the things in your study three times. They are all ordinary books and the four treasures of the study. The rest should be in your River Shell … "
Fang Daniu didn't care if Fang Yun listened or not. He continued to talk endlessly. He even had a few pieces of paper in his hand with notes on them.
Fang Yun looked up at the sky. The early winter sun hadn't appeared in the east yet. Only the Literati Star hung high in the sky and shone brightly.
Dark clouds covered the sky outside the city. The cold wind howled.
After having breakfast with Yang Yuhuan, Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan held hands and walked around the back of the yamen.
Fang Yun stood at the door of the back of the yamen. He looked at the place where he had lived for almost a year and turned to leave.
"Master, can we still come back?" Yang Yuhuan asked in a low voice, reluctant to part.
"If there is a chance, we will come back and visit."
"Okay."
Yang Yuhuan looked back again. She shrunk her neck in the cold wind and walked towards the front door of the yamen with Fang Yun.
The officials of Ning An County were gathered in the open space behind the front door of the yamen.
"Good morning, Lord Xusheng." The officials bowed in unison.
Yang Yuhuan hurriedly returned the greeting. Fang Yun nodded with a smile.
"Good morning. Sorry for the wait. Let's go now. "Fang Yun didn't stop and walked out of the yamen.
The Dragon Horse limousine was parked outside the yamen. The private soldiers and yamen runners had already blocked the entire street.
Fang Yun went down the stairs and heard tsunami-like cheers from both sides.
"Fang Xusheng!"
"Lord Fang!"
"Magistrate Xiaofang!"
"Fang Quanjia!"
"Top scholar Fang!"
…
Fang Yun turned his head and looked to his left and right. A large number of Ning An County citizens were blocked outside by the bailiffs. If not for the yamen runners blocking them, they would have rushed in long ago.
Fang Yun smiled and cupped his hands to both sides. Then, he led Yang Yuhuan into the Longma limousine.
After everyone from the Fang family had boarded the carriage behind them. The motorcade set off.
The commoners at the front stood on both sides, their shouts like thunder. The commoners at the back followed closely.
From a bird's eye view, other than the road leading to the south gate near the yamen, there was not a single person in the rest of Ning An City.
Many silly dogs and cats did not know what was going on. Thinking that he had become the master of the city, he was very excited and kept running around shouting.
The people who were sending him off followed the motorcade slowly. At first, many people were happily cheering Fang Yun's name, but as they walked, many people began to loudly ask him to stay.
"Fang Xusheng, can you be the magistrate for another year? Just one year! "
"Yes, County Magistrate Xiaofang can't leave, except for you. There is no good official except you! "
"Please stay."
"Fang Qingtian …"
Many people's voices were sobbing and could not control themselves.
Political achievements could be faked, evaluations could be faked, the All People Umbrella could be faked, abilities could be faked, expressions could be faked, and words could be faked, but the people's hearts could not be faked. The change in Ning An City could not be faked.
Fang Yun held Yang Yuhuan's soft hand in one hand and stroked Nunu with the other. He remained silent.
This was one of the reasons why he did not stand outside the carriage. The expectations of hundreds of thousands of people were too heavy.
The motorcade moved forward, but no one in Ning An City was left behind. The team was orderly in the chaos. They kept moving forward.
After leaving South City, the motorcade continued to move out and finally stopped at Sanli Pavilion three miles away from South City.
Fang Yun got off the carriage and saw an airship in front of him. Looking back, he saw hundreds of thousands of people standing on the road. Almost everyone's eyes were red.
Some children in their parents' arms even stretched out their arms to Fang Yun, babbling and asking him to hug them.
Yang Yuhuan looked at the hundreds of thousands of people and her eyes were filled with emotion. She then looked at Fang Yun, her eyes as gentle as water.
The little fox stood on Fang Yun's shoulder, wearing the Mist Butterfly on its head. It looked at the endless parade of people in a daze. It could not understand at first, but after tilting its head and thinking, it suddenly understood something. It raised its head proudly, its eyes filled with pride.
Fang Yun's eyes were like jade. With a faint smile, he cupped his hands to the people of the city and said, "Since this Fang took office, I don't dare say that I have worked hard, but I can say that I have worked hard. I don't dare say that I am honest, but I can say that I have a clear conscience. I hope that after this Fang leaves, the people of Ning An City will say that Fang Yun is not doing this for himself, but for the people. This Fang will be happy. If everyone is more generous and says that Fang Yun has done something for the people, then this Fang will be very grateful! Thousands of words are not enough. After today, if I come again, I will drink with the people of Ning An City and drink with them! Fang Yun, goodbye! "
Fang Yun took a deep breath and deeply bowed to the hundreds of thousands of people of Ning An City. Then he returned to the dragon horse carriage.
"Little County Magistrate Fang ….."
Outside Ning An City, there were cries.
Even those officials with iron hearts could not help wiping their eyes with their sleeves.
"Let's go!" Fang Yun's voice came out from the carriage.
The coachman waved his whip. The eighteen dragon horses raised their front hooves and let out a clear cry that sounded like a dragon's roar. They stepped on the air and flew all the way to the airship.
Then, a few carriages carrying goods boarded the airship. Finally, all the private soldiers boarded the ship.
Fang Yun stood on the deck where the people of Ning An City could not see and looked at the city.
Dark clouds covered the sky, but the dark clouds above Ning An City were dispersed by the Divine Temple. Wen Qu's starlight enveloped the city like a silver pillar of light.
The airship moved slightly and slowly rose.
After rising into the air, the Grand Secretary of the Punishment Hall driving the ship whispered, "Lord Xusheng, when do we set off?"
"Let's do it now."
"Yes." The Grand Secretary said and left.
The cries of the people below the city suddenly rose again.
Fang Yun took a step forward and then retracted his foot. He still stood where the people could not see and spoke loudly.
"Officials of Ning An City, don't force Bensei to come back early."
A chill that was colder than winter fell on the officials of Ning An City. All the officials instinctively bent down and bowed deeply in the direction of the airship. Some people's foreheads and backs were dripping with cold sweat.
"This official doesn't dare!" the officials replied in unison.
Almost all the officials were even more frightened. Before, they were Fang Yun's subordinates, close to Fang Yun. If they had made a mistake and asked for forgiveness, Fang Yun might have been lenient. But now, they were no longer direct subordinates of Fang Yun. If they did something they should not have done after Fang Yun left, they would be standing on the opposite side of Fang Yun. The Left Minister's party, which had once been so glorious, was the best example of what would happen to them.
The airship slowly accelerated. Fang Yun turned and walked to the bow. He quietly looked ahead, not saying a word.
Not long after, Fang Yun suddenly stretched out his arm. His hand reached out of the ship and then slowly retracted.
A snowflake slowly melted on Fang Yun's fingertip.
It was snowing.
Fang Yun turned his head and looked at the grassland barbarians in the north.
At the same time, a mighty and majestic voice spread across the entire Saint Origin World.
"The first snow has fallen. All troops, advance!"
Heavy snow suddenly fell, covering the vast expanse.
The snow fell like war drums, the wind blew like a horn, and the world was austere.
"I will be back!"
Fang Yun said and returned to the cabin to continue writing the History of Ancient Demons.
Since becoming Hanlin, Fang Yun's talent had reached a new level. The speed at which he wrote the History of Ancient Demons sped up.
When he was in Ning An City, he had already reached the end of the second volume.
Before arriving at the capital, Fang Yun had finished the first volume of the History of Ancient Demons and the second volume of the History of Ancestral Emperor Cangyue.
The first volume of the History of the Hell Suppressing Evil Dragon didn't have many words. It was during the Age of Enlightenment of the Ancient Demon Clan and only had fifty thousand words.
The second volume of the History of Ancestral Emperor Cangyue started the great era of the Ancient Demon Clan. It was the existence of Ancestral Emperor Cangyue that allowed the Ancient Demon Clan to survive the encirclement of the Dragons and gain a firm foothold.
Ancestral Emperor Cangyue was the first Ancestral Emperor of the Ancient Demon Clan. Although he only lived during the beginning of the Dragon Slaying Era and sacrificed himself to protect the clan, his power lasted until the end of the Dragon Slaying Era. His legend was still there.
Since the birth of Ancestral Emperor Cangyue, the Ancient Demon Clan had more and more experts. The number of Saint Positions also increased.
In the History of Ancient Demons, only a Half-saint was worthy of a chapter by Fang Yun. Even the most outstanding Ancient Demon Emperor could only appear at the end of a chapter by a Half-saint if he didn't become a Half-saint.
After finishing the second volume of the History of Ancient Demons, a second bamboo slip appeared in Fang Yun's Book of History. At the top of the bamboo slip appeared the portrait of Ancestral Emperor Cangyue.
Fang Yun still couldn't use the power of the Book of History.
"It seems like my previous worries were right. The History of Ancient Demons is a clan's history of more than a hundred thousand years. With my current strength, it's still difficult to use its power. I don't know how long it will take before I can use it. However, the Human Clan needs to understand the Ancient Demons. I have to finish the History of Ancient Demons before I can write the Imperial Lord's Codex! "
"The Imperial Lord's Codex is actually an adaptation of the history of Ancient Huaxia after the Tang Dynasty. Its power is compatible with me, but it will be more useful after I become a Grand Scholar. It won't be too late to write it at the end of the Hanlin Academy."
While Fang Yun was thinking about how to write the third volume, there was a knock on the door.
"Lord Xusheng, the airship will reach the capital in fifteen minutes."
"Thank you. I'll go out immediately."
Fang Yun put away all the Four Treasures of the Study and walked out of the cabin.
Fifteen minutes later, the airship stopped in front of the Ten Li Pavilion outside the capital.
Fang Yun stood at the bow of the ship and looked around. Ceremonial guards lined the streets and banners fluttered in the wind. Both sides of the Ten Li Street were packed with countless citizens of the capital.
The moment Fang Yun appeared at the bow of the ship, the citizens cheered.
Beside the Ten Li Pavilion, the emperor, empress dowager, civil and military officials, famous aristocratic families, and all the people of status in the capital were already present.
This welcoming ceremony was no less than welcoming the emperor.
To Xusheng, who was the top ten Sages' scholar, no matter how grand the ceremony was, it was nothing strange.
Fang Yun smiled and slowly walked down the ship's stairs. In truth, he didn't care about this welcoming ceremony. He was more interested in going to the Jingguo Academy's Sacred Temple and obtaining the meteoric rise that only the top scholar could obtain.
If he wasn't the top scholar, he had to at least become a Grand Scholar.
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