Fang Yun recalled every detail about Mount Liu in his mind and found a few good ways to attack him.
Back at the spring garden, Fang Yun was still not used to Ning An County's government affairs, so he chatted and played with his family.
Fang Yun had been too busy in Ning An County, so he did not have much time to play with Yang Yuhuan and Nunu. Today, he played with them until late at night.
After midnight, Fang Yun went to the bamboo forest in the spring garden and took out the Jiao King's dragon horn. He then used the horn to sharpen the True Dragon Sword.
Fang Yun had two Jiao King's dragon horns, each of which was five feet tall, but he only used three feet for the first one.
When he was a Grand Scholar, using the Jiao King's dragon horn to sharpen the Jiao King's Sword was very effective.
Now that the True Dragon Sword was strong to a certain extent, using the Jiao King's dragon horn to sharpen it was not as effective as before. To Fang Yun, it was a waste of time.
Fang Yun thought for a while and took out a two-and-a-half-foot-long Jiao King's dragon horn.
This dragon horn came from the Holy Ground and was obtained from a Blood Lake Shell. Fang Yun was reluctant to use it, so now was the best time to use it.
Fang Yun held the faint golden Jiao King's dragon horn in front of him and clenched his hands. He saw the tip of the True Dragon Sword press against the dragon horn. The ancient sword slowly moved forward, starting from the tip, the blade slowly moved across the dragon horn until it reached the hilt of the True Dragon Sword.
A shallow scratch appeared on the dragon horn, and a trace of powerless bone powder drifted away with the wind.
A layer of light appeared on the blade of the True Dragon Sacred Sword. The light slowly seeped into the sword and disappeared.
The True Dragon Sword was slightly heavier than before, almost undetectable.
Fang Yun was delighted. This dragon horn belonged to the Jiao King. Not only was it of a higher rank than the Jiao King, but it was also a dragon, so it was naturally superior to the Jiao King. The effect of this horn on the True Dragon Sword was more than twenty times that of the Jiao King's dragon horn!
"Good! Last year, he obtained the skull and spine of a Dragon Sage at the Dragon Tower. Because it was discovered by many people, it had been handed over to the Notre-Dame. Half of it went to the Notre-Dame, but the Notre-Dame did not take it for free. Take out treasures of equal value and share them with us. As for the other half, the dragon horn was the most precious. I alone took half of the dragon horn and some ordinary dragon saint bones, while the rest of us shared the other half of the dragon horn. When I become a Grand Scholar, I will definitely go to the Notre-Dame to retrieve half a dragon horn and use it to sharpen the True Dragon Sword. It will be enough for the True Dragon Sword's power to increase by leaps and bounds. "
After that, Fang Yun released his official seal and asked the great scholar who was protecting him to isolate the sound of the bamboo forest to prevent it from spreading. Then, he began to expend his talent qi to cultivate various battle poems.
When he was in Ning 'an, Fang Yun had already learned all the Hanlin War Poems in the Holy Temple. Today, he could slowly familiarize himself with them. At the same time, he would not forget to practice other War Poems.
Other than understanding the true meaning of the battle poem, the most important thing for a scholar to be able to create a third or even fourth level battle poem was to practice diligently. Only by using it continuously could one grasp it better.
Other than continuous practice, one also had to use it in actual combat and the process of using it in actual combat. It was more efficient than practicing alone.
When only one-fifth of his talent qi was left, Fang Yun stopped cultivating.
It was two in the morning. There were still two hours before Fang Yun's usual bedtime. After attending the banquet for the top scholar, Fang Yun could totally rest. He could sleep for at least two more hours.
Fang Yun returned to the courtyard and looked around. On the left was the study, and on the right was the bedroom.
After pondering for a few seconds, Fang Yun sighed softly and walked to the study to study. He used the last bit of his talent qi to write the History of Ancient Demons.
It was not until four in the morning that Fang Yun returned to his bedroom as usual.
It was the same feeling as usual.
The next day. Fang Yun brought his family to Jingguo Academy. On the way. He had received a piece of great news.
All the new Grand Scholars who had not entered the Academy in the past five years were eligible to enter the Academy!
All the Grand Scholars who had not entered the Academy, as long as they were younger than sixty years old and had made contributions to the human race, could apply to enter the Academy.
All the scholars who were higher than Grand Scholars could enter the Academy this year regardless of their age as long as they had not entered the Academy.
After Fang Yun received the news, three words appeared in his mind. Big move!
The Sages were so bold.
Every year, the Book Hill Academy consumed a lot of talent qi. However, not everyone could gain enough. If everyone was allowed to enter, the gains would not make up for the losses.
This year, the total amount of talent qi in the Saint Origin World was bound to explode. Many scholars would also have a breakthrough because of this. Therefore, the scholars who could not enter the Book Hill Academy in the past were eligible to participate after the quota was expanded.
This was a huge gamble because the talent qi consumed this year was bound to be incomparably huge. If these scholars could not make enough contributions to the human race in the future, the Sages would lose.
With the arrival of the Academy, the Sages had a reason to do so.
"The human race has finally entered a period of rapid development …"
Fang Yun went back halfway because this time, the scholars from all over the human race and even the ancient lands were involved. This time, there were too many scholars who were eligible to participate in the Academy. Therefore, they had to wait for them to return to the nearest temple. Therefore, it was postponed to three days later.
After returning home, Fang Yun did not immerse himself in studying. Instead, he sent out invitations to his friends in the capital. He said that in order to celebrate his becoming the Grand Scholar, they would go to the Tong Mountain three hundred miles away from the capital. In order to arrive quickly, he asked those who did not have the Meteoric Rise to bring their own dragon horses.
Three hundred miles was not a short distance. Even if they rode a dragon horse, it would still take more than an hour.
Fang Yun rarely socialized and almost never took the initiative to invite people to join the party. Therefore, all the people who received the invitation eagerly attended. No one refused.
On the morning of the fifth day of the eleventh lunar month, the sound of horse hooves could be heard on the streets of the capital. As they approached the north of the city, the sound of horse hooves was more frequent.
Not long after, thousands of people gathered outside the north gate of the capital on flood horses and scholars. Among them, there were more than fifty female knights who were not inferior to men. Great Elder Princess Zhao Hongzhuang was also among them. She was dressed in red and looked valiant and formidable. She was surrounded by many female knights.
These young people riding dragon horses gathered in groups of three to five and talked loudly. Many of them were riding rare purebred dragon horses.
Everyone who passed by was secretly shocked because the worst of these people was a Juren. There were even a few Hanlin Academy graduates. Moreover, each of them was quite famous in the capital. There was no lack of young people of any level, from the new talents of poor families to the descendants of aristocratic families.
When the time came, Fang Yun appeared at the north gate of the capital and looked at the thousands of people in confusion.
Fang Yun turned his head and asked Fang Yingwu who was behind him, "I only wrote more than a hundred invitations yesterday. What did you do to send one hundred invitations to more than a thousand people?"
Fang Yingwu smiled helplessly and said, "We had no choice. The invitations didn't say that we couldn't invite family and friends. When these people heard that you were holding a Horse Literature Conference, they wanted to come no matter what."
"I'm not holding a Horse Literature Conference. It's just an ordinary outing."
"Everyone knows what's in the Tong Mountain. Many people suspect that your trip is related to the Left Prime Minister. However, they don't know what you are going to do. Of course, they want to join in the fun."
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