Hearing the Qing Emperor's words, the officials of Jingguo were not unhappy. After all, Fang Yun had tormented the Qing Emperor. It was normal for the Qing Emperor to belittle Jingguo.
"Since the Qing Emperor has praised me, then the Old Man is relieved. Everyone, please." Kang Ha-chuan chuckled.
The officials of Gyeongo and Xiangzhou were stunned. Kang Ha-chuan's words were not right. Logically speaking, Kang Ha-chuan should first admit that he was not good enough. The Qing Emperor should reply with a sentence of 'Hidden Needles in Cotton Floss'. Then, Kang Ha-chuan would apologize. Afterwards, the Qing Emperor would express his understanding. This was a normal conversation. However, Kang Ha-chuan seemed to have only heard the phrase 'You have done well.' He pretended not to hear anything else.
In other words, Kang Ha-chuan did not seem to be apologizing. It was more like he was saying, "Seeing that you are not happy, I am relieved."
However, Kang Ha-chuan was still a magnanimous scholar. He was merciless to the demons and barbarians. No matter what he did to the human race, he would not overdo it. The people of Gyeongo could not say anything.
The Qing Emperor understood the meaning behind Kang Ha-chuan's words. He snorted coldly and was about to lead the officials behind him up the wall.
However, a Jinshi general extended his hand and stopped the Qing Emperor and Gu Jun. "Your Majesties, please wait. The Yueyang Tower is small and narrow. Only a few people are allowed to sit. The two of you can only bring one maid, eunuch, guard, and follower each. The other scholars can only bring one person up the tower. "
The Qing Emperor raised his head and glanced at the Yueyang Tower. He gently shook his head and said, "In our Gyeongo, there is no such small tower. Forget it. "
Thus, only a few people in the Qing Emperor's group continued forward. The rest stayed at the bottom of the Yueyang Tower.
At this time, Zong Ganyu and the other Gyeongo scholars who had been in the crowd were very conspicuous.
Fang Yun was walking on the stairs, so it was inconvenient for him to greet them. Kang Ha-chuan replaced Fang Yun and cupped his hands in greeting to the Clan Heads of the aristocratic families and ordinary scholars to express his welcome. Most of them cupped their hands in return. Only the Clan Head of the Zong Family, Zong Ganyu, nodded his head proudly and did not greet back.
Zong Ganyu's arrogance caused many people upstairs to frown. However, they could not say anything about him. In terms of real status, he was above Qing Jun. Not only was he a destined literary grandmaster, not only was he the head of the Zong family, not only was he an elder of the Dongsheng Pavilion, but more importantly, he was Zong Sheng's most outstanding son.
Kang Ha-chuan glanced at Zong Ganyu and secretly transmitted a message to Fang Yun.
"Zong Ganyu, that old man, wouldn't come to the Three Treasures Palace for no reason. On the surface, it looks like he's only here to participate in the grand literary gathering, so he hasn't made a move yet. The Old Man is not as good as Zong Ganyu, but he is still Wang Wenzong. I feel that he is more of a threat to you than Emperor Qing. Could it be that the important person you've found is related to Zong Ganyu? "
Fang Yun secretly transmitted a message as he walked up the stairs, "A dog that bites does not bark. It's the same principle. Previously, Zong Ganyu suffered a crushing defeat at the Hall of Conference and was unable to take over my Blood Ray World. The next time he makes a move, it will be like a thunderbolt. He won't give me a chance to retaliate. "
"You have to be more careful. The Old Man suspects that Emperor Qing is a bait to attract your attention. Otherwise, he wouldn't be wearing the Three Tassels Flat Imperial Crown. "
"This possibility is very high. I'll take note."
Fang Yun recalled the letters about "Zhang Longxiang". Until now, Zong Ganyu had not contacted Zhang Longxiang. It was obvious that he was wary of him. Until now, only Lei Tingzhen, Zhu Fengqiong and a few others had contacted him. Fang Yun had once used Zhang Longxiang's identity to talk to Lei Tingzhen and find out about the important person. However, Lei Tingzhen obviously knew about it. In the end, he evaded Fang Yun and was unwilling to tell him the truth.
Fang Yun climbed up the walls of Yueyang Tower and scanned the place. It was not much different from a normal cultural gathering. There were tables and food. Because it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, there were chrysanthemums everywhere. When the autumn wind blew, the chrysanthemums swayed and their fragrance wafted.
The only difference between this place and a normal cultural gathering was that the status of the participants was frighteningly high. They were either great scholars or great scholars. If they were not monarchs, they were important ministers of a country. If they were not the elders of aristocratic families, they were the patriarchs of aristocratic families. Normal people could not even come up here.
Fang Yun smiled and exchanged greetings with everyone. He only greeted those he was not familiar with. However, he exchanged a few words with those he was familiar with.
After Fang Yun finished his greetings with everyone, Emperor Qing and the others also stepped onto the walls.
Emperor Qing's body was weak and his breathing was rapid. It took a while for him to calm down. Beside him was the monarch of Gu Country. Behind him were many great scholars from Gyeongo. Zong Ganyu stood with them with a smile on her face. At first glance, there was nothing special about her.
The more Zong Ganyu acted like this, the more cautious Fang Yun became.
Emperor Qing and the others exchanged greetings. Fang Yun looked out. To the southwest was the wide Dongting Lake. Just like in Zhang Longxiang's poem, the lake was full and level with the shore. The lake's surface reflected the sky. It was vast and boundless like an ocean.
Directly opposite was the river channel that connected Dongting Lake to the Yangtze River. It was also a part of the Yangtze River. This section of the river was filled with many sea mouths. An entire morning had passed, but there was still an endless stream of people from all over. However, there were fewer and fewer of them. After the cultural gathering began, these temporary sea mouths would close.
Fang Yun glanced at the tents in the northwest. There were no tents there yesterday. He had ordered them to be added today. Hundreds of thousands of people from other countries were temporarily staying there.
Fang Yun sighed softly. Most of these people were refugees. Saint Origin's climate was pleasant and there were abundant resources. The local officials could control the weather and the farmers were extraordinary. As long as they did not fall ill, they would not starve to death. The human race had always moved to a peaceful place. These people had traveled thousands of miles to come here. More than ninety percent of them were forced to do so.
As for the last ten percent, Fang Yun did not want to accept them. However, he could not chase them away at the moment. Many of these people had committed crimes or could not survive in the local area. There were also some who had been taken seriously by Wen Pao and the public. They believed that Jingguo had been transformed into a paradise and was more prosperous and peaceful.
Fang Yun glanced at the other places. These were all scholars from different countries. After the cultural gathering ended, they would naturally return.
Some people saw Fang Yun and shouted loudly.
Fang Yun cupped his hands and bowed to the crowd. These people became even more excited.
The rest of the people on the city wall were somewhat envious. Even if everyone present appeared together, they would not be able to create such an atmosphere.
As for Fang Yun, a simple action could capture the hearts of the people.
Kang Ha-chuan looked at Fang Yun and smiled. At this moment, Fang Yun was already one of the leaders of the human race.
This was the general trend.
This was the reason why Kang Ha-chuan did not care whether Fang Yun won or lost in this cultural gathering.
Victory and defeat could be determined, but it could no longer measure a hero at this level.
The great scholars and monarchs looked at Fang Yun. Everyone's eyes seemed to have white clouds sweeping across the sky. When they saw Fang Yun, there was a glimmer of white light, like a god or a saint.
Monarch Qing gritted his teeth. Unconcealable hatred and jealousy flashed across his face. At this moment, Fang Yun had already obtained the terrifying power that only the Saints of the human race could possess. As long as Fang Yun was in Saint Origin, this power would protect Fang Yun. Even the monarchs could not control it. Although this power was extremely weak compared to the Saints, it was equivalent to half of a Half-saint literary treasure.
This power was very ordinary and very common. It was the power of the people's hearts.
However, the monarchs, ministers, famous scholars, and tycoons would never be able to obtain it.
(To be continued.)
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