The little fox carefully glanced at the skinny old man Luo Jingting before jumping into Fang Yun's arms with a smile and pointing at the little butterfly.
Fang Yun stroked the little fox and realized that Yang Yuhuan wasn't at home. There were faint sounds of a zither coming from next door, probably from Madam Lai. Meanwhile, Fang Daniu and the others were looking at Luo Jingting excitedly, guessing his identity.
"You guys go about your business, Lord Luo and I will take our things and leave." Fang Yun carried the little fox into his room.
Luo Jingting glanced at the little fox and said, "This fox of yours has spirituality, it's rare. When you enter the Notre-Dame, find someone to exchange for some moon leaves from the demon realm, it'll be good for it. "
Hearing the moon leaves, a greedy expression immediately appeared on Nuannuan's face.
"I heard that the little moon of the demon realm grows on a huge moon tree, it's a pity that I've never seen it before, it must be beautiful." Fang Yundao said.
"It's also very scary." Luo Jingting added.
Nuannuan nodded vigorously, fear appearing on her face.
Fang Yun also remembered the legend of the demon moon, so he didn't say anything. He took out the manuscript of the Three Character Classic from the bookshelf and handed it to Luo Jingting.
Luo Jingting's expression became serious, he solemnly stretched out his hands and carefully took it from Fang Yun's hands. He then flipped to the first page. Even without using his official seal, he could see the talent on the page with his eyes.
Nuannuan looked at Luo Jingting in confusion, as if saying, 'Why are you so serious? It's not as good as the Legend of the White Snake.'
Luo Jingting put away the Three Character Classic and said seriously, "Once this enters the All Saints Hall, it will be of great benefit to you. You will find it useful in the future. I won't say anything more, but remember not to leak this. "
"Yes, I know, there are too many things that I can't say. I'm used to it. "Fang Yun smiled.
Luo Jingting said, "Even I don't know much about you, I'm afraid only Lord Eastern Sage knows about your true achievements. But don't worry, when your achievements are publicized, your name will definitely spread throughout the ten nations. Your name will be passed down for generations! Those small fries will probably suffer losses because of this. "
"Thank you for your advice, sir."
"I still have to meet an old friend. I'll leave after saying a few words. I won't be sending you to the city gate tower."
"I'll go back by myself."
Coming out of the study, Luo Jingting created a cloud under his feet and slowly rose up until he was as high as the roof. Suddenly, he stopped and said, "I've already taken care of the Liu family for you. If they don't know what's good for them, then I'll have to do it myself. If you can enter the Holy Ground, remember to try your best to compose the best poem during the Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Meet as it will be extremely helpful for you to enter the Holy Ground. You have to remember. The Holy Ground is not independent. "
After Luo Jingting finished speaking, he flew into the sky with a whoosh. Fang Yun didn't even have time to thank him.
"It's good to have a meteoric rise. It's a pity that you can only have it when you become a Grand Scholar. However, if you become the top scholar of the country, you can have a meteoric rise when you become a Jinshi." Fang Yun thought to himself as he put Nunu down. He walked out, preparing to find a carriage to go to the Waterlogging Cultural Gathering.
However, Nunu secretly followed behind Fang Yun like a little puppy and didn't make a sound. After Fang Yun hired a carriage, the little fox revealed a sly smile and directly jumped into the carriage.
"Hey!" The carriage driver hurriedly stopped him.
"It's fine. This fox belongs to my family." Fang Yun smiled.
"Oh, then you can't pee on the carriage." The carriage driver said as he drove the carriage.
The little fox mewled angrily at the coachman before turning to look at Fang Yun with a smug look on her face. It seemed to be saying: I'm smart, right?
"Remember not to pee." Fang Yun joked.
Nunu immediately became angry and rolled around in Fang Yun's arms to vent her dissatisfaction. She was simply like a little fluffy ball and was abnormally cute.
After returning to the south side of the city, Fang Yun saw a familiar face, Head Shopkeeper Tang. He was walking around the city walls.
"Shopkeeper Tang, why are you here?" Fang Yun asked.
Head Shopkeeper Tang smiled and said, "Of course I'm waiting for your Chinese Valentine's Day poem. Once your Chinese Valentine's Day poem is released, I'll get the various printing shops in the Ten Nations to print your Chinese Valentine's Day poem and 'Legend of the White Snake' together. It'll promote each other and also increase your Literary Name. "
"Thank you, Shopkeeper Tang."
"The Waterlogging Literary Meet is about to end, hurry and go. Otherwise, you won't be able to make it in time," Head Shopkeeper Tang said.
"Okay."
Fang Yun carried Nunu and quickly walked up the city wall. He then walked into the city tower and saw some scholars writing poems or articles. The Heaven and Earth Essence Energy continuously surged into their paper. In the end, their poems turned into a powerful force that rushed into the rain, causing the heavy rain nearby to decrease slightly. However, there was no essential difference.
Fang Yun looked out of the window. At this moment, the rain from the south side of the city to the Yangtze River had already decreased and the mountains not far away could finally be seen. In the rain, he could already see the furthest point of the Yangtze River near the estuary. The section of the river called the Qiantang River or Zhejiang River behind the estuary could not be seen clearly as it was still white.
Someone asked softly, "Fang Maocai, has Lord Wen Zong left?"
"He should have." Fang Yundao replied.
The people of Gyeongo looked at each other, especially the six High Scholars who were about to be exiled to the south. They were all unhappy but were afraid that Lord Wen Zong would come back and kill them. Hence, they did not dare to speak up.
"What's going on with the Liu family?"
"What else could it be? Since Lord Wen Zong himself said that the Liu family could not come, he must have thought of a way to stop them."
"This Fang Yun is really lucky."
The First Disciple of Shi Jun said hatefully, "His luck is coming to an end!"
Magistrate Dong coughed twice and was about to speak when a strange cry came out from the river. Soon after, the river water started to churn as huge waves of twenty to thirty feet high surged towards the shore.
Then, a huge green Flood Dragon that was more than ten feet long flew up into the sky.
This Flood Dragon was covered in green scales and its body was slender and well-proportioned. Its claws were extremely powerful and its whiskers were fluttering in the wind. Its eyes were extremely bright, as if they contained the moon.
"Roar …" The Flood Dragon roared towards the sky. Its strange cry spread throughout the entire Jiang State Capital. The people on the city walls felt their eardrums vibrate and were extremely uncomfortable.
This Flood Dragon had a ferocious face and its body was emitting a powerful blood Qi. It was filled with killing intent.
The rain that was supposed to be lessened by Lord Wen Zong suddenly became heavier.
"It's the Clear River Flood Dragon King!" Someone shouted.
Everyone first looked at the Clear River Flood Dragon King and then looked at Fang Yun. Everyone knew that the continuous rain for more than half a month was the Clear River Flood Dragon King's revenge against Fang Yun.
Fang Yun's expression did not change as he calmly looked at the Clear River Flood Dragon King who was surrounded by clouds.
The Clear River Flood Dragon King floated above the river and roared, "Fang Yun. You ate my son's dragon pearl. If you do not atone for your crime with your death, the rain in Jiang State Capital will never stop! "The Flood Dragon King's voice was like rolling thunder as it spread in all directions and landed in Jade Sea City.
Many people in Jade Sea City knew that it was because of the conflict between Fang Yun and the Dragons that caused this heavy rain. Many people felt conflicted in their hearts.
The people of Gyeongo heaved a sigh of relief. With the Clear River Flood Dragon King here, the pressure on Fang Yun increased greatly. Then, the influence of Scholar Luo Jingting would be reduced to the lowest.
"Hand over Fang Yun and the rain will stop!" The Clear River Flood Dragon King roared.
The Jingguo scholars sighed. That Clear River Flood Dragon King was very cunning. This was the estuary of the river. Below was the Flood Dragon Palace. There was a Flood Dragon Saint inside. Humans would definitely not be able to kill the Flood Dragon King here.
A Gyeongo scholar said, "Fang Yun, is what the Clear River Flood Dragon King said true? Do you really have a grudge against it? "
Fang Yun did not reply.
"Ai, if it really wants to take revenge on the entire Jiang State Capital for a personal grudge, this Clear River Flood Dragon King is really too vicious. However. For the sake of the people of Jiang State, someone must be sacrificed. "As he spoke, he looked at Fang Yun with evil intentions.
"That's right. Back then, when Gyeongo was in trouble, many people came one after another. After they died, they were posthumously given the title of Model Literati. Jingguo scholars have never been weaker than Gyeongo. Naturally, someone will take action. "
When the Jingguo people heard this, they realized that the Gyeongo people had learned their lesson. They no longer attacked Fang Yun directly like before. However, such indirect attacks were even more annoying. It made people gnash their teeth in hatred, but they could not refute directly.
Magistrate Dong immediately said, "Don't fall for the demons' provocation. The Waterlogging Literary Meet is over. Let's begin the Qixi Literary Meet. "
Lord Shi's first disciple had come to avenge her friend, but now that she was about to be exiled, the hatred in her heart could not be quelled. She said, "Magistrate Dong, you are wrong! Not only has Fang Yun not written the Waterlogging Literary Meet, but the other officials have not started writing either. How can the Waterlogging Literary Meet end? Since Fang Yun is the model of the nation's literati, he definitely does not think that his life is more important than the entire Jiang State Capital. However, he can't sacrifice himself to protect the entire Jiang State Capital. Then, there must be a way to solve the Jiang State Capital's disaster! "
Another Gyeongo person immediately said, "That must be the case! The flood this time stretches for thousands of miles. The Yushi Poem will definitely treat the symptoms but not the root cause. What method does Model Fang intend to use to stop the heavy rain? "
"Every person who has the appearance of an emperor may not be talented enough to write a famous poem. However, it must be majestic. Not only can it mobilize the Qi of Heaven and Earth, but it can also mobilize the fate of the nation. Liu Bang's Song of Gale is an example. He is clearly a talented person, but he wrote such a broad-minded poem. In my opinion, Fang Yun, you will write an emperor's poem to calm the mountains and rivers and stop the flood, right? "
"You don't have to be afraid. It is not the Ten Kingdoms era. Now, there are only monarchs and no emperors. You don't have to worry about being confiscated and executed if you write an emperor's poem." The Gyeongo people echoed each other and found a "way out" for Fang Yun.
"If you write an extraordinary poem, you might be able to disperse the dark clouds in the sky. However, that is much more difficult than an emperor's poem." A Gyeongo person said with a gloating tone.
While the Gyeongo people were speaking, the Flood Dragon King was still shouting.
Court Lord Feng Zimo said coldly, "Azure River Flood Dragon King is clearly the one sowing discord, yet all of you are still pestering him. How detestable! Then, I will represent the people of Jade Sea Prefecture to create a new poem to stop the flood. "
After Feng Zimo said that, he quickly walked to the window and wrote, "The rain in the mountains rustles, the Dragon Palace is locked in solitude …" When he was writing, his Qi surged, but halfway through, Feng Zimo could not continue writing.
Jingguo thought to himself, Oh no!
The rain in the mountains rustles, but the "Dragon Palace is locked in solitude" was also very interesting. Solitude meant silence. Feng Zimo wanted to use the power of the poem to shut the Flood Dragon King's mouth. Since the Flood Dragon was summoning rain, sealing its mouth was also a way to stop the flood.
Feng Zimo was only a Grand Scholar. In order to defend the city and borrow the power of the Holy Temple, he could temporarily raise his rank to half Hanlin. He was still a rank lower than the Azure River Flood Dragon King, so he definitely could not defeat the Flood Dragon King. However, he could suppress the Flood Dragon King's voice.
However, the Dragon Palace's position was too high. The tone and intention of "Dragon Palace is locked in solitude" was too high, and it was difficult to continue. If the mood at the end could not be balanced, the poem would be useless.
"Lord Feng is brilliant. Lord Feng, please continue!" The opposing Gyeongo people immediately cheered.
Feng Zimo's face and neck turned red. He did not expect that he would get stuck at this moment. In fact, he had already thought of it, but when he really wrote it down, he realized that the last two lines were not good. He could not just write randomly.
Fang Yun walked over and whispered a few words in Feng Zimo's ear.
Feng Zimo suddenly became energized and said loudly, "Thank you for your half poem! I, Feng Zimo, am the enemy of the Demon King. I hope that the Holy Temple can help and grant me half Hanlin! "
An invisible but majestic force that everyone could feel descended from the sky and landed on Feng Zimo's body, causing his clothes to fly.
Feng Zimo's talent and power had temporarily reached the state of Hanlin. He once again put down his brush and wrote down the two lines that Fang Yun had whispered in his ear.
"Looking at the sun of the sea on the tower, the gate against the tide of Zhejiang!"
When the poem was completed, the sun tore through a corner of the dark clouds, and the waves of the Yangtze River rolled. A transparent chain appeared on the Flood Dragon King's mouth, and the Flood Dragon King's voice stopped abruptly.
The people of Jingguo clapped and cheered. Magistrate Dong praised loudly, "Good! Although this poem cannot stop the flood, it is enough to weaken the Flood Dragon King's power. The last two lines, using the tower to look at the sun, using the gate to face the tide, using the small to see the big. Not only did it resolve the difficult situation of the Dragon Palace, it even sublimated it. Wonderful poem! "
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