Soon, the news of Chu's Pearl River Army being purged spread like wildfire.
Some scholars who often fought alongside Fang Yun on the walls of Jishan City sent letters to him. Some comforted him, some advised him, and some expressed their willingness to go with Fang Yun to intimidate the King Of Chu.
Fang Yun thanked them one by one and said that he could handle it.
This matter could not be settled so easily!
However, he had to complete the Battle of Bi Can first.
Afterwards, Jie Bingzhi and Qu Tong, the two chief secretaries of the Pearl River Army, approached Fang Yun and talked about Zhang Jingan and the King Of Chu's purge of the Pearl River Army. They advised Fang Yun to maintain his composure and not lose his composure. This was Jishan Mountain, and the slightest carelessness could lead to death.
Fang Yun expressed his gratitude, but in the next few days, his face was gloomy and he never smiled again.
The test of the Battle of the Ninth Mountain was already enormous. Fang Yun had led the army into battle and shouldered the burden of the entire army. Even so, he had to study hard and improve himself. Now that Zhang Jingan was in trouble and Pearl River City was purged by the King Of Chu, even the most joyous news could not make Fang Yun smile.
The Qishan Army and the Pearl River Army exchanged positions. The soldiers of the Pearl River Army glared at them coldly. Most of the soldiers of the Qishan Army looked ashamed, but there were some who were proud of it.
Gou Bao's face had been gloomy for a while. After all, it was difficult for him to catch up to the Pearl River Army. However, he had been in a good mood for the past few days and did not bother to hide the relief in his heart.
When the two armies met, Fang Yun only glanced at them indifferently and did not say anything.
As the two sides brushed past each other, Gou Bao suddenly said, "Prince Jing, the plum blossoms in Jingzhou City must be in full bloom right now. The white plum blossoms are noble and pure, and the red plum blossoms are as red as blood."
"That's right. Red plum blossoms are the most beautiful in winter."
Fang Yun took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled before continuing to walk forward.
"Bastard." Wang Li could not help but curse. Red plum blossoms like blood naturally referred to Zhang Jingan and the victims who had been cleansed.
"The wailing of a defeated dog." Gou Bao snorted coldly and swaggered off.
The five Grey Robes followed behind the Pearl River Army. Four of them were frowning, but they quickly regained their composure. The young Grand Scholar named Du Ling kept smiling, as if he did not care that Gou Bao was attacking the Pearl River Army and Fang Yun.
Looking at the back of the Qishan Army, Wang Li said in a low voice: "Marquis, can you really solve it yourself? If you lack manpower, call this general! If I take this lying down, what kind of scholar am I? We can't afford to offend the King Of Chu, but we can definitely trick that old thing Gou Bao. "
"That's right!" The eyes of the Pearl River Army generals lit up.
"I have my own plans for this matter," Fang Yundao said.
The generals revealed looks of disappointment as they continued to battle.
The other four Grey Robes stood guard at the rear of the Pearl River Army while Du Ling entered the Pearl River Army to participate in the battle.
Eight hours later, the Pearl River Army had a change of guard. Du Ling retreated and stopped beside Fang Yun to rest. He still had a smile on his face. After resting for two hours, he joined the battle again.
The next morning, the Qishan Army arrived while the Pearl River Army slowly retreated. Both sides took over.
Fang Yun ignored the Qishan Army. After some preparations, he left with the Pearl River Army. The five Grey Robes also followed the Pearl River Army down the city walls. Du Ling kept smiling.
When the generals saw Du Ling like this again, they joked and teased him. Du Ling did not get angry and kept smiling. The other four Grey Robes, on the other hand, kept a straight face.
This was especially true for the Grey Robed Hanlin Academy Xu Zhangxiang. He wore a mask and covered his mouth from the moment they met. No one had ever seen him smile. No one had even seen him eat. He was a huge contrast to Du Ling.
After returning to the barracks, Fang Yun gave a brief lecture as usual, pointing out the strengths and weaknesses of yesterday's battle. Then, he walked back to his own barracks.
When he was outside the barracks, Fang Yun reached out to push the door open. A light cough came from behind him. As a Material Realm Scholar, Fang Yun immediately determined that it was Du Ling's voice.
Fang Yun turned to look at the smiling Du Ling. Du Ling cupped his hands. Like the rest of the Grey Robes, he did not say anything.
"Write." Fang Yun was too lazy to be polite. He raised his chin and gestured for Du Ling to write whatever he wanted to say.
Du Ling smiled and took out a piece of paper and a brush to write.
"Sir Marquis of Zhujiang, my words carry little weight. However, I've noticed that the morale of the Pearl River Army is unstable. That's why I'm here."
Fang Yun did not regard Du Ling as an outsider. He rolled his eyes at him and said, "If you had the time to write nonsense, you would've finished it a long time ago. Just say it."
Du Ling smiled and continued to write.
"Your mood has affected the Pearl River Army."
Fang Yun was stunned. Countless thoughts appeared in his mind. His powerful divine sense allowed him to instantly understand that he had been depressed these days because of the purge of Zhang Jingan and the Pearl River Army. Although he did not get angry or do anything unreasonable, all the officers and soldiers had seen it. Naturally, they would be affected as well.
Fang Yun did not need a mirror. He relied on his ability as a Scholar to directly observe his complexion. He realized that his complexion was indeed gloomier than usual. Thus, he immediately restrained his extremely faint gloominess and returned to normal. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Du Ling, for pointing it out. With bronze as a mirror, one can straighten one's clothes. With antiquity as a mirror, one can know the rise and fall. With people as a mirror, one can know the gains and losses. You're my mirror today. "
Du Ling grinned. He waved his left hand while his right hand kept writing, "I dare not, I dare not …"
Fang Yun could not help but smile. He said, "I dare not, this is the first time I've seen someone write 'I dare not'."
Du Ling smiled and continued to write, "Zhang Mingzhou is indeed a great talent. If it were any other Scholar who heard someone else's advice, it would be very difficult for them to comprehend it in an instant like you did. You even said a string of witty words."
"The so-called witty words are all thanks to your inspiration," Fang Yun said.
Du Ling smiled and wrote, "Your words of three mirrors are thought-provoking. Can you write it down and give it to me?"
"Alright, follow me back to the study." Fang Yun brought Du Ling back to the study. He wrote "With bronze as a mirror, one can straighten one's clothes. With antiquity as a mirror, one can know the rise and fall. With people as a mirror, one can know the gains and losses" and gave it to Du Ling.
"Thank you, Zhang Mingzhou." After Du Ling finished writing, he held the copybook and walked out slowly.
Fang Yun smiled and went out to see him off. He was about to ask Du Ling why he joined the Gray Robes, but he swallowed his words. It was very likely that Du Ling wanted to avenge his father's death, so he did not want to evoke his bad memories. Therefore, Fang Yun smiled and asked, "I heard that you used to cry a lot. Why did you smile every day after that?"
Du Ling stopped and carefully put away Fang Yun's copybook. He turned around and looked at Fang Yun seriously. Then, he lowered his head and continued to write with a smile.
"I can't let the demons and barbarians see my tears!" After Du Ling finished writing, he raised his head and looked at Fang Yun. His smile did not fade.
Fang Yun looked into Du Ling's eyes and felt that the sky and earth were standing in his eyes.
Fang Yun reached out and took the paper that Du Ling wrote "I can't let the demons and barbarians see my tears". He said, "Give this to me."
They looked at each other and smiled.
The war in Two Boundaries Mountain seemed to never stop.
On the night of the first day of the twelfth lunar month, the Pearl River Army continued to fight after dinner.
Fang Yun was originally reading on "A Meteoric Rise". He suddenly raised his head, put away the book, and looked forward.
At the same time, many Grand Scholars and Great Confucian scholars were also looking forward.
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