Fang Yun looked at the distant night sky. Within the range of the Temple's power, there were countless stars. Outside the huge arc, there were still dark clouds and flashing lightning.
"The timing of the three powers is so coincidental. It's hard not to be suspicious. Liu Zizhi is the top scorer of the province and the disciple of the Minister of the Left. He wouldn't be so stupid as to bring his brother's corpse to me, right? If I'm not wrong, the Liu family should be retreating in order to advance. They should be wearing mourning clothes to beg me to let them go. They should even put on a sad show in front of everyone, making a few people hit the wall and pillars. Regardless of whether I touch the Liu family or not, they'll still be in trouble. "Fang Yundao said.
"The General said the same. He's prepared to send people to stop them. Although it's harmful to your Literary Name, the Ding Hai Army will still be the one to bear the blame."
Fang Yun asked, "It's raining continuously and Jiang Province is full of complaints. The General doesn't intend to hand me over?"
The soldier raised his head proudly and said, "Even if General Yu dies, he won't betray you! As long as you're in the Ding Hai Army, even if Half-saint wants to touch you, he'll have to kill us all first! "
Fang Yun smiled. This was the spirit and morale of the Ding Hai Army. With morality, even Half-saint couldn't stop them.
Fang Yun asked, "How did the Flood Dragon King manage to cause this continuous rain?"
The soldier lowered his voice and said, "The Flood Dragon King took the dragon horn shed by the Flood Dragon Palace's Flood Dragon Saint. Not only did he draw on the water of the Yangtze River, he also borrowed the water of the four seas. That's why he could last for so long."
"According to the agreement between the Dragons and the humans, the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas will definitely punish him. Isn't he afraid of punishment?" Fang Yun asked.
"His father is the Flood Dragon Saint. When the time comes, the Flood Dragon Saint will say that he'll be heavily punished and leave the Azure River Flood Dragon King in the Flood Dragon Palace. Who in the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas will really punish him? The Azure River Flood Dragon King was sure that the punishment wouldn't be too severe. That's why he attacked Jiang Province. It's said that his dead tortoise son was extraordinary and had the potential to become a dragon. His achievements in the future will surpass many flood dragons. That's why he wants revenge. "
Fang Yun knew better than anyone how powerful that Demon General Turtle was. Even though he was equivalent to a High Scholar, he was able to cripple an experienced Grand Scholar in just a few breaths of time. First, he forced the Demon Snake Commander into a dead end. Then, he wiped out almost all of the elites of the Official Army. If it wasn't for the Divine Sense of the Archer Sage, Li Guang, he wouldn't have been able to kill the Demon Turtle General.
Fang Yun was now confident that he could take on three ordinary Demon Generals by himself. However, he was not very confident when he encountered the Turtle Demon General with the pseudodragon bloodline. That Turtle Demon General was too talented. Now that it had died, the Demon Race would definitely seek revenge.
"There's no power in Jiangzhou that can deal with the Jiao Sheng's dragon horn?"
"There isn't any in Jiangzhou. There were some in the capital, but the cost of mobilizing them was too great. They were only used when the country was in danger. It was not worth it to use them just for the flood in Jiang District. That's why we all suspect that there's someone behind the Flood Dragon who's advising him. If it's not the rebel literati, then it's that sly old turtle from the Flood Dragon Palace. "
"Is it true that poems related to waterlogging really can't resolve this flood?" Fang Yun asked.
The soldier said, "There are two types of waterlogging poems. The first type is to stop the rain. It's to stop the rain. The second type is to chant the sun. It uses the power of the sun to tear apart the dark clouds and resolve the heavy rain at its source. But the problem now is that the entire Jiangzhou is covered in dark rain. Whose waterlogging poem would have such boldness? Oh. That's right, an imperial poem is possible. If one could create an imperial poem that could stir the fate of the country, it wouldn't be just three thousand miles of dark clouds. Even thirty thousand miles of dark clouds wouldn't be a problem. But ever since the Wei and Jin dynasties, there was no longer a dynasty that unified the world. How could anyone create an imperial poem? "
Fang Yundao said, "That's true. Tomorrow is the Double Seventh Festival. Other than the Double Seventh Festival, is there another Waterlogging Festival? "
"Yes. The Double Seventh Festival was originally the day when Altair and Weaver met. If Jiangzhou was covered in dark clouds and people outside the city couldn't see Altair and Weaver, how could it be called the Double Seventh Festival? Therefore, Magistrate Dong decided. He combined the Double Seventh Festival and the Waterlogging Festival together. Tomorrow afternoon, the scholars of the Jade Sea Prefecture will gather at the southern city wall. They will watch the Yangtze River while holding the Waterlogging Festival. After that, they will hold the Double Seventh Festival. Sigh, there are even people from Gyeongo who are mocking us, saying things like 'If we cast the Milky Way into Jiangzhou, we won't see Altair and Weaver', implying that no one in Jingguo can stop the waterlogging. "
Fang Yun sighed softly and said, "Okay, then I'll be there on time tomorrow afternoon."
"I'll take my leave first."
"Thank you."
After sending off the guard, Fang Yun continued to read in the library. Late at night, he returned to the barracks and entered the World of Strange Books to continue reading.
At one o 'clock in the morning, Fang Yun suddenly felt a strange movement beside him. His mind left the World of Strange Books and sat up to take a look. He found a white and fat little fox lying beside him.
Tears welled up in the little fox's eyes. It stretched out its little paw and placed it on Fang Yun's hand. It looked up at Fang Yun with eyes full of grievance, as if it was asking, 'Why didn't you come home to see Nuu for so long? Have you forgotten about Nuu?'
Fang Yun hugged Nuu in his arms with heartache. He rubbed its little head and said softly, "I can't leave now. I'll go home tomorrow."
Nuu looked at Fang Yun suspiciously. It was as if it was saying, 'Don't lie to me!'
Fang Yun smiled and rubbed the little fox. The little fox felt Fang Yun's strength and smiled through its tears. It tried to burrow into Fang Yun's arms.
Fang Yun quietly left the room and went outside the door. He hugged the little fox under the starlight.
"Why did you come to find me?" Fang Yun asked.
"Wuwu!" The little fox cried out as if it was saying, 'I miss you!'
"This is the military camp. What if they catch you as a spy?" Fang Yundao asked.
The little fox showed a look of fear. It stuck out its neck and cried out as if it was asking why they would catch it!
Fang Yun looked around. He knew that there were military forces in the east side of the city. They probably knew Nuu's identity, so they didn't stop it.
"I'll go home tomorrow. You go back first," Fang Yundao said.
Nuu hesitated for a moment and shook its head.
"When the soldiers wake up, they'll definitely take you away!" Fang Yun threatened.
Nuu blinked and reached out a paw.
Fang Yun looked at Nuu and thought for a while before asking, "You're saying you'll stay for a while? Or an hour? "
The little fox nodded vigorously. It smiled happily, revealing its small white teeth.
"Okay," Fang Yundao said.
Nuu immediately cried out excitedly and rolled around in Fang Yun's arms.
Fang Yun rubbed the little fox's head and went into the room. He laid down on his side and placed it in front of him.
The little fox looked at Fang Yun with its big black eyes. Its eyes were filled with joy.
Fang Yun could feel the little fox's mood. He nudged its head with his forehead and scratched its neck. He was about to pull his hand back. But it immediately reached out two little paws and hugged Fang Yun's wrist. It had a pleading look in its eyes, as if it was asking for more scratches. Just a few more!
Fang Yun smiled and continued to scratch the little fox's chin.
The little fox squinted its eyes happily.
Not long after, Fang Yun pulled his hand back and entered the strange book world to continue reading.
The little fox stared at Fang Yun with its big eyes, afraid that Fang Yun would run away.
At 3: 30 am, Fang Yun was about to go to bed when he found the little fox asleep beside him. He couldn't chase it away, so he hugged it and tried his best not to let anyone see it.
At 5: 30 am, the morning bell rang.
Fang Yun opened his eyes. The little fox had already left, but there was still its special fragrance in his arms.
After breakfast, Fang Yun left the military camp. He brought clean casual clothes to Elegant Mountain Residence and asked the mysterious old man to remove his disguise. After thanking the old man, Fang Yun changed his clothes. He said goodbye to the ink girl hiding in the ink pool and turned to leave.
When Fang Yun walked out of Elegant Mountain Residence. The ink girl quietly poked her head out of the ink pool and looked at Fang Yun curiously.
Not long after, the old man said slowly, "There are many people who come to Elegant Mountain Residence, but you're only interested in Fang Yun. It seems that there's something about him that attracts you. Although I picked you up less than three years ago, I treat you like my little granddaughter in my heart. I have one foot in the grave and don't have many days left. I must entrust you to someone I can trust. "
The little ink girl looked at the old man as if she didn't understand.
Fang Yun didn't take a carriage, but slowly walked home. He looked at the summer scenery, pedestrians, peddlers, and all kinds of people in the city. After staying in the military camp for so long, it was boring.
Because the Holy Temple's power dispelled the dark clouds, everything in the city was in order. Occasionally, there would be people complaining about the heavy rain, but no one complained that he had angered the Flood Dragon King. It should be because the news hadn't spread yet.
Fang Yun strolled to the door. The door was open and the inside and outside were clean. There were even traces of sprinkling water. It was obvious that they had made sufficient preparations.
Fang Yun walked in and looked at the flower bed. There wasn't a single flower.
"Young Master is back!" Fang Daniu shouted in surprise and quickly walked over.
Yang Yuhuan quickly ran out of the house. The moment she saw Fang Yun, she immediately recovered her usual aloofness. She slowly walked over, but the passion in her eyes couldn't be concealed.
"Ying ying!" The little fox also jumped out and ran around Fang Yun, calling out to welcome him.
Fang Yun was most afraid that Yang Yuhuan would be too excited, so he took the initiative and said, "Sister Yang Yuhuan, you've become prettier!"
Yang Yuhuan's face immediately turned red. She hurriedly said, "Let me see how the chicken soup I made for you is coming along." After saying that, she rushed to the kitchen, but quickly returned.
After seeing Fang Yun, everyone at home went about their own business. Fang Yun hugged the little fox and chatted with Yang Yuhuan.
After chatting for a long time, Fang Yun asked, "How's your zither learning coming along?"
"It's okay." Yang Yuhuan humbly replied.
Unexpectedly, the little fox immediately stretched out a small paw and tried to gesture, but after a long time, it couldn't separate its paw. It could only sigh and give up.
Fang Yun saw that it wanted to give a thumbs up, so he patted its head to comfort it. Then he said to Yang Yuhuan, "Play a song that you like. If you play it well, I'll write down the score from my memory. In the future, it'll be your song. "
"En!" Yang Yuhuan stood up and brought Fang Yun to her room. Then she played for Fang Yun.
Yang Yuhuan played a very common song in Saint Origin World called "Autumn Wind Melody". It was a song that beginners had to learn.
Fang Yun watched quietly. Her rough hands were like an elegant red-crowned crane dancing on the strings of the zither. Her fingers were incomparably skilled, and the melody was flawless. In just a short ten breaths, the melody of "Autumn Wind Melody" was filled with the sadness of the autumn wind. The little fox couldn't help but reveal a sad expression.
Fang Yun was greatly surprised. He thought that although Yang Yuhuan was talented, her talent couldn't be so terrifying. In just a short period of ten days, she could play a zither song so beautifully. It was simply amazing. If an ordinary scholar were to learn "Autumn Wind Melody", even with the help of his talent, it would take at least half a year to reach this level.
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