"Since Liu Zicheng hanged himself, are you willing to enter the army to gain experience?"
There was only one sentence in Li Wenying's Swan Goose Message, but Fang Yun felt an inexplicable heaviness between the lines. He thought of the Sacred Ground, the Left Prime Minister, the Barbarian Wolf, the rebels, and the Demonic Emperor.
Li Wenying seemed to be unable to sit still.
"I'm willing." Fang Yun's reply was also incomparably concise.
"You have no experience in the army, so you will definitely fail in the Talent Exercise. For your future military books, you must enter the army as soon as possible. Your talent is shocking, so you don't need to stay in the army for long periods of time. What you need is not to kill enemies, but to feel the atmosphere of the army, to feel the spirit of the army. Without the spirit of the army, your Saint Dao will be limited. Although Governor Lu is on good terms with Assistant Minister Tong, he does not like the Left Minister. Instead, he is on good terms with Marshal Chen, so he will not rely on the Left Minister for at least three years. You will still be safe in Jade Sea City. You can go find Yu Xingshu, he will arrange everything for you. "
"Thank you, Sir Li."
Fang Yun could not help but admire Li Wenying's foresight. Now, he indeed needed the most basic experience. In the illusion, he did not have any experience in the army, but directly led the army as a Grand Scholar.
"In order to find a suitable reason to write a military book, I must enter the army as soon as possible. That spirit of the army should be Grand Scholar Li's encouragement. The so-called spirit of the army is the recognition and gratitude of all the soldiers of a country. No soldier can have the spirit of the army without recognition. Except for those Half-saint, even the Confucians of the Military School find it difficult to have the spirit of the army. Even Duke Jian Mei himself does not have it. "
Fang Yun did not think about the spirit of the army anymore. Instead, he explained some things to Yang Yuhuan before going to Dinghai General Yu Xingshu's place.
When he passed by the garden, Fang Yun found that there were only three flowers left. He shook his head and left with a smile.
Dinghai General Manor was located in the South Vice City, but Jiang Province's provincial army's office was in the East Vice City, behind the main city and facing the East Sea.
After Zhang Poyue left, Governor Lu silently took office. It did not cause any waves. Everything seemed to be the same as when Zhang Poyue was here. Even the position of Lieutenant General did not change.
Governor Lu was a third-rank official. He commanded the provincial army of Jiangzhou and was mainly responsible for the Dragons of the East Sea. He held great power.
Dinghai General Yu Xingshu was a fourth-grade officer and the deputy of Governor Lu. He was in charge of the daily affairs of the provincial army and had great authority. However, he had personally gone to the Great Source Mansion to pick up Fang Yun.
The carriage moved forward in the East Vice City. This was the safest and strictest place in Jiang Province. Even though Fang Yun's carriage had the insignia of the provincial army, it was still checked three times.
On the surface, the East Vice City was dominated by the Jiangzhou Provincial Army, but in fact, the one with the highest command was Notre-Dame. However, Notre-Dame's people usually did not care about matters, and the superior of Notre-Dame's people happened to be Li Wenying. Therefore, everyone knew that Li Wenying was in Jiangzhou. The Left Minister's faction would not be able to overturn the heavens.
In Jiang District, Li Wenying's words carried more weight than those of the Empress Dowager. This was because he could represent the Notre-Dame, while others could not.
Not long after. Fang Daniu suddenly whispered outside the curtain of the carriage, "It seems that a high-ranking official's carriage is coming from the front. I'll make way for him."
The carriage slowed down and changed direction. Not long after, Fang Yun heard the sound of a carriage passing by. It sounded very heavy. He lifted the curtains to take a look, only to see a sixty feet long carriage passing by. There were no less than ten flood dragon horses pulling the carriage.
Only three people in Jiang District were qualified to use ten Flood Dragon Horses to pull a carriage. They were the Governor, the Prefecture Overseer, and the Governor of the State College of Culture.
"It's Governor Lu's carriage," Fang Yun thought as he looked outside.
Suddenly, the curtain of the carriage was also opened. An old man in his fifties turned his head and looked over. This old man was not as rough and cunning as Zhang Poyue, nor was he as elegant and fierce as Li Wenying. Instead, he had a weather-beaten and determined face. He looked very pure.
Almost as soon as he saw him, Fang Yun knew that this person would not be the Left Prime Minister's lackey. However, Fang Yun's reason told him that Governor Lu was still in cahoots with the Left Prime Minister.
Fang Yun did not expect that the two of them would meet for the first time under such circumstances. They would soon pass each other, so they could not formally greet each other.
The old man looked at Fang Yun carefully, as if he wanted to imprint Fang Yun in his mind. He nodded and then let down the curtain.
Fang Yun felt strange that the old man's eyes seemed to contain a different emotion. It was as if he had recognized him, and there was no hostility.
"Maybe it's just my imagination."
Fang Yun could not help but think of the faction of Governor Lu.
"He is close to Grand Marshal Chen, but he is not a direct subordinate of Grand Marshal Chen. As for Grand Marshal Chen, he is the most powerful person in Jingfang. It is said that he has been living in seclusion since the defeat of the Left Army last year. Some people say that he is injured, and some say that he is cultivating in seclusion to become a great scholar. Otherwise, the Left Prime Minister would not be so powerful. I heard that the person Zhang Poyue admires the most is Grand Marshal Chen. "
"The Left Prime Minister, Wen Prime Minister, and Grand Marshal Chen are the three most powerful people in Jingguo. Fortunately, the latter two are here. Otherwise, the Left Prime Minister would be able to do whatever he wants. Li Wenying is the most likely person to become one of the three most powerful people. He is probably the 'Half Prime Minister'. With him in Jiangzhou, Governor Lu would not dare to target me. "
Soon, the carriage stopped outside the camp of General Dinghai. Fang Yun reported his name. The surrounding soldiers looked at Fang Yun in surprise and admiration. However, they still did not let Fang Yun in. Instead, they went in to ask for instructions. Soon, Yu Xingshu's bodyguard came out and took Fang Yun to the main tent of the army.
It was a tradition of the Ten Nations. The offices of the officers were all set up according to the plan of a field march in order to prevent the soldiers from being arrogant and extravagant. They had to remember that they were on the battlefield at all times. However, the barracks of the soldiers were much better.
When they arrived at the entrance of the military tent, the bodyguard made an inviting gesture and said, "Lord Fang, please."
"Thank you," Fang Yun thanked politely and walked inside.
Yu Xingshu sat behind the desk and did not treat Fang Yun as warmly as he usually did. Instead, he looked at Fang Yun calmly and asked, "Are you here to be a soldier or to experience life?"
Fang Yun answered seriously, "Lord, I'm here to join the army."
"Very good. You don't have to go anywhere this month. Just stay in the army and be the most ordinary soldier. As for the Qixi Literary Meet, I will give you half a day off to avoid suspicion. After a month, you will be appointed as a military officer and be in charge of documents. You will then be transferred to a position that you are good at. "
Fang Yun immediately said, "Yes, sir."
Yu Xingshu pushed the paper on the table and it flew in front of Fang Yun. He said, "Take a carriage and leave now. Go to the place written on the paper. When the time comes, tell him that you need to paint a disguise and he will help you. Remember to get him to remove the disguise before you go to the Qixi Literary Meet. Remember to look for him again after you leave the Qixi Literary Meet. Your name is not rare and I have even seen a few people with the same name. Continue to use this name. The place where you are going to report has also been written on the paper. "
"Yes, General!"
"By the way, the Divine Temple has recently released a new poem for scholars. You can go and learn it before you go and disguise yourself."
"Yes, I'll take my leave."
Fang Yun turned around and left. Not only did he not feel disgusted by Yu Xingshu's attitude, but he also felt grateful.
"It's no wonder that he's a fourth-rank Dinghai General. He seems to be distancing himself from me, but in fact, he knows that I'm at the peak of my career because of the role model of the literati. However, he just had to send me to the lowest level of the military. His intention to train me is too obvious. If I can still maintain a normal state of mind when I'm at the peak and fall to the bottom, I won't be arrogant and complacent no matter what I encounter in the future. "
"I have to keep a low profile for the next few months. Apart from the Qixi Literary Meet, I have to maintain this state until the 15th of August. I'll enter the Holy Ground on the 15th of August. As usual, there will be a grand literary meet for the scholars of the Ten Nations. I can't keep a low profile even if I want to. "
"The hierarchy in the military is strict. I'll be a soldier first and then a scholar later. It's not like I'm going to the battlefield. I probably won't have the chance to write poems and essays. I'll probably pass my days peacefully. "
Fang Yun first went to the Divine Temple of the Academy of Literature and pretended to learn his two poems, 'Capture the King' and 'Arrow in the Stone'. Finally, he went to Bright Night Alley.
There was no one on the streets nearby. Fang Yun instructed Fang Daniu about many things. He then got Fang Daniu to drive away while he entered Bright Night Alley and arrived at an unusually remote calligraphy and painting shop.
Fang Yun looked around the calligraphy and painting shop. It was dark, small, and very messy. No matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like a real business.
There was an old man with a goatee sitting in front of the counter. He looked to be in his seventies or eighties and was drinking from a small teapot.
Fang Yun handed over the paper that Yu Xingshu gave him and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Sir."
The old man opened his turbid eyes and took the paper. After reading it, he rolled it up and threw it into the furnace, where it burned to ashes.
Fang Yun looked at the old man, wondering what method he used to disguise himself.
The old man slowly took out a brush and an inkstone. The ink in the inkstone was almost overflowing and Fang Yun was afraid that he would spill it.
Fang Yun felt strange. Any scholar would know that one should not grind too much ink and should grind as much ink as needed. However, looking at the old man's posture, it seemed that it was not good to keep the ink filled.
The old man put the inkstone down and then put the brush in.
Fang Yun's eyes suddenly widened as he looked at the strange scene in front of him in amazement.
The moment the brush touched the ink, the ink in the inkstone suddenly surged up and turned into a lithe woman about the size of a thumb standing on the surface of the ink.
The woman was completely formed from pitch-black ink. She had a head, a torso, and four limbs. She was small and exquisite and even had waist-length hair. Her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were very clear and lifelike. It was as if she was a real person who had been turned into ink by a demonic technique.
"Ink Lady?" Fang Yun was pleasantly surprised. He never thought that he would be able to see a legendary object.
The ink lady looked curiously at Fang Yun. Then, she lifted her slender feet and kicked the ink, causing it to fly onto the brush.
Soon, the brush emitted a faint light. The ink lady dived into the ink and only revealed her head. She looked curiously at Fang Yun.
Only the brush's brush had ink on it. Although the brush's shaft was splashed with ink, there was no trace of ink left.
The old man aimed at Fang Yun's face and pointed at it from a few feet away. Then, he placed the brush above the ink.
The ink lady blew at the brush's tip. Immediately, a column of ink sprayed out from the ink and circled around the brush's tip before returning to the ink.
The ink on the brush completely disappeared and became dry.
After doing all this, the little ink lady still revealed her little head and continued to stare at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun looked at the ink lady enviously. Compared to the ink lady, the dragon's blood ink block could be thrown away. Even the most ordinary ink lady could add a layer of treasure light and double the power of the battle poem.
"Alright, there's a bronze mirror on the side. Look at it." The old man said weakly.
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