The banquet quickly became lively.
The people of Gyeongo and Jinggu deliberately praised Zhang Longxiang, but did not belittle Fang Yun. The people of Jingguo praised Fang Yun, but did not belittle Zhang Longxiang. As for the other scholars, they stood from their own point of view. Some liked Zhang Longxiang, and some liked Fang Yun.
Because the Emperor of Qing and Zong Wuyuan had suffered a loss, the people of Gyeongo stopped talking about poems. Therefore, the atmosphere of the banquet was very harmonious.
After chatting for a long time, most of the things that needed to be said were said. Someone suggested that Fang Yun compose a poem. After all, Zhang Longxiang had already composed two poems today.
Fang Yun smiled and replied that he would definitely write when he saw Zhang Longxiang.
Time slowly passed. At around four o 'clock in the afternoon, the banquet was basically over. Yueyang Tower had already been cleaned up.
Dong Wencong walked over and informed the guests at each table that fifteen minutes before sunset, everyone was invited to go downstairs and sit at the bottom of Yueyang Tower. In the end, Yueyang Tower was left to Fang Yun and Zhang Longxiang to compete in literature.
Everyone was either sitting at the table or standing at the city gate tower to look at the sky. There were even a few great scholars who were in the mood to write poems. They did not care that the literary gathering had not started and wrote poems on the spot. This caused the scholars outside Yueyang Tower to praise them.
Fang Yun sat in his seat and rested. He held the official seal of Prince Ji in his hand and could overlook the entire city from above. No matter what happened outside Yueyang Tower, it could not escape his eyes.
When it was close to five o 'clock, Fang Yun suddenly smiled.
Kang Ha-chuan was cultivating beside him. His eyes contained a clear sky that constantly changed. His gaze did not change, but he opened his mouth and said, "The literary gathering has not started, so it is rather boring. If you found something good, tell me about it."
The great scholars present were either close or far, but they all had the terrifying ability to see a thousand miles and hear a city. They were either overtly or covertly paying attention to Fang Yun.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "It's nothing. The Minister of the Left came in casual clothes and just came ashore."
Mount Liu was the guardian of the Zong Sheng. His status was revered. Even if the Zong Family saw him, they would respect him as if he was the son of the Zong Sheng. Zong Wuyuan and the other juniors had to bow when they saw him.
Some of them were standing by the city walls, searching for Liu Shan with their Spiritual Wills in the air.
Kang Ha-chuan heard that. He smiled and say, "Zong Sheng."
Zong Wuyuan and the other people of Gyeongo had a slight change in expression. Mount Liu's relationship with the Zong Family was known to all. If he came in casual clothes, he would definitely be invited to the Yueyang Tower or the First Seat. Then, his status would become subtle. He would not be able to support Zhang Longxiang or Fang Yun. Wearing casual clothes seemed to be the best choice.
However, thinking deeper, Mount Liu came in casual clothes because he did not have confidence in Gyeongo. If Mount Liu believed that Zhang Longxiang would win this time, he could use his status as the Minister of the Left to stop Fang Yun and help the Zong Family and Gyeongo.
Fang Yun and Kang Ha-chuan thought of another possibility. This time, the Qing Emperor and the Zong Family might not have told Mount Liu everything, causing Mount Liu to have some misgivings. Of course, they could not rule out the possibility that Mount Liu was a sly old fox and had other methods.
When the sun was about to set and the moon was about to rise, everyone in the Yueyang Tower walked down the city walls and walked outside.
When the Confucian emperors walked out, everyone at the scene stood up and stood up.
More than three million and seven hundred thousand people were on the beach outside the Yueyang Tower.
Below the Yueyang Tower, there was a high platform. In front of the high platform, there were seats arranged in order.
The First Seat was a seat for each person. There was a square table in front of each person. These people only needed to raise their heads slightly to see the people on the Yueyang Tower. They could even hear the conversation on the platform.
When the emperors and Confucian emperors were seated, the scholars in the Second Seat sat down. Starting from the Second Seat, there were no single tables. Then, the Third Seat was taken. Finally, the Fourth Seat and the people in the last seat sat down.
In an ordinary corner of the Third Seat, there were some young scholars. These people were all Jinshi.
Not far away, some people were pointing at the two tables of scholars.
"Look over there. They are only Jinshi, but they are sitting in the Third Seat. I'm afraid they are not ordinary people."
"What do you mean by not ordinary people? They are just some rich people. If they are not disciples of aristocratic families, how can Jinshi sit together with Hanlin?"
"Look at one of them carefully. That is Yan Yukong! These people are Fang Xusheng's friends from the Holy Ground! "
"Cough cough …" The person who spoke earlier was abnormally embarrassed.
In the Third Seat, Li Fanming kicked the big rabbit away. He smiled and said to his friends nearby, "It is all thanks to Fang Yun and Zhang Longxiang. Otherwise, we brothers from the Holy Ground would not be able to gather together again. Come, cheers."
Everyone drank in one gulp. Hua Yuqing said, "We have already finished our Notre-Dame training and went our separate ways. However, the consumption of the Literary World Passage has decreased. It is not difficult to meet once every two years. However, that person is not easy to meet. "Hua Yuqing said as she raised her chin slightly, indicating for everyone to look forward.
Everyone looked and saw that Hua Yuqing was pointing at Fang Yun.
"There is nothing we can do. If we can shoulder the crisis of the human race 50 years later, he is already affecting the rise and fall of the human race. We are still learning, accumulating, and tempering ourselves. What he is doing now is something we might not be able to do even at our peak. He is busy, so let him be. "
"Indeed. He only held a literary competition, and all the heroes of the world gathered here. I am afraid we will not be able to do it in this lifetime. "
"However, he is not having it easy now. There are undercurrents in this Literary Competition. I am sure everyone can guess a thing or two."
"A bunch of flies and dogs. How can they be Fang Yun's match?"
"Look, Fang Yun has stood up."
The sun's final edge sank into the west, leaving behind patches of clouds in the sky.
The Literati Star hung high in the middle, replacing the sun as the brightest star in the sky.
The sky in the east was the darkest. However, a ray of silver light rose at an extremely slow speed and quickly grew larger.
The sun set and the moon rose. It was time.
Looking from the sky, the western city wall of Baling City divided the inside and outside, and the Yueyang Tower was the central tower of the western city wall, standing between heaven and earth.
Under the Yueyang Tower, the seats of the Literary Competition gradually spread out, forming a fan-shaped field to accommodate all the elites participating in the Literary Competition.
On the grass behind the last seats, many people were sitting on long benches. There were already more than a million people. On the periphery, a large number of people were standing or sitting on the ground, stretching from the grass to the beach by the river.
The open space between the Yangtze River and the Yueyang Tower was already occupied by a black mass of people.
The water of the Yangtze River shone brightly. Countless temporary Sea Eyes on the river surface had already disappeared. Many Water Demons were lined up neatly on the surface of the water, looking at the people below Yue Yang Tower and Fang Yun with eyes full of spirituality.
Not only did the water demons from Long Jue's fief of Wen Xing surface, but from afar, the water surface of Dongting Lake and the Yangtze River in the distance were also filled with water demons.
The Dragon King of Dongting Lake also revealed half of his head from the water, looking at the Yueyang Tower.
After Fang Yun stood up, everyone in the venue quickly realized that in just three breaths, the Yueyang Tower, where more than three million people and ten million water demons gathered, was completely silent.
"The Mid-Autumn Literary Competition of the Yueyang Tower begins!"
Fang Yun's words were like thunder in spring.
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