Many Gyeongo scholars were confused, and some high-ranking officials were even flustered and exasperated. Although Gyeongo's national strength had increased, that was because of the increase in the power of the Zong Saint and the Zong Family. They had no advantage in other areas. After all, Gyeongo was somewhat content with its territory. Wu Guo, on the other hand, had never been at a disadvantage when fighting with Qi and the Barbarians.
If it was a literary competition, at most, they would compete in poetry and essays, zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Gyeongo and Wu Guo had a 50% chance of winning, but if it was a literary competition, Gyeongo had at most a 40% chance of winning.
Especially those Gyeongo scholars who had cursed Wu Jun in the beginning. They wished they could bite off their tongues. If they had known this would happen, they would never have provoked Wu Guo. But now, they had no way to back down. They could only endure and accept Wu Guo's declaration of war.
Qing Jun's expression was very ugly. Now, even the matter of Fang Yun had not been resolved, and he had already provoked a large number of Wu Guo scholars. Most importantly, Wu Guo was very far from Qing Capital, so even if Wu Guo scholars wanted to cause trouble for Gyeongo, they rarely went to Qing Capital. But now, a large number of Wu Guo scholars had used the temporary eye of the sea to come to Baling, and Baling was very close to Qing Capital.
The Gyeongo officials were also frowning. Who would have thought that Fang Yun would hold a literary competition and send Wu Guo scholars so close to Qing Capital?
"Diverting the trouble!" All of the Gyeongo officials looked helplessly at Fang Yun. If this was really a trap set up by Fang Yun, then he could almost be titled as the Strategist Saint. He was completely playing with the two countries in the palm of his hand.
Wu Jun became more and more excited. Even though he was very close to Fang Yun, he still spoke like spring thunder, "Fang Xusheng, I've come to your literary competition. Our Wu Guo is going to Qing Capital to compete in literature. Are you coming?"
Fang Yun replied without hesitation, "I personally support Wu Guo and Wu Guo as a scholar. If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to ask. As long as I, Fang Yun, am able to help, I will not refuse! "
"Good! With you, Gyeongo's nemesis, we'll definitely be victorious! We will now declare war on Gyeongo and wage war on all of Gyeongo! "Wu Guo was even happier. With Fang Yun's help, the morale of Wu Guo's scholars would increase by several folds.
Wu Guo and the others immediately cheered.
Gyeongo's people all looked like they had to suffer in silence. What was "Gyeongo's nemesis"? Yueyang Tower was outside of Gyeongo. Fang Yun was able to create Gyeongo's Barking Dog and Donkey's Poor Skills. This was enough to make the people of Gyeongo be scolded for hundreds of years to come. When Fang Yun arrived in Qing Capital, would the people of Gyeongo be able to bear it?
However, although the people of Gyeongo were worried, they were unwilling to admit defeat. Although Wu Guo was strong, he didn't have an overwhelming advantage over Gyeongo. Even Yi Zhishi wasn't able to suppress the people of Gyeongo like Fang Yun.
The two countries were unforgiving with their words. The Qing Capital Literary Competition was already a foregone conclusion.
The Qing Emperor looked at the scholars of the two countries fighting back and forth and felt a headache coming on. Previously, he had prepared many methods to deal with each other. With this incident, many of the methods could not be used. Furthermore, the rankings were all discussing the conflict between the two countries. It seemed that no one cared about this literary gathering.
Just as the two countries were arguing, a scholar in purple suddenly stood up and cupped his hands towards Fang Yun. With a thunderous voice, he said, "Old Man, there is something I don't understand. Please advise me, Fang Xusheng."
The loud and clear voice caused everyone's ears to buzz. Everyone stopped their cursing and looked towards the source of the voice. Some people quickly recognized this person and were indescribably shocked. Could it be that this person also wanted to go against the other party's luck?
Tang Zhengwei, the great scholar of the Shen Kingdom, was also the Minister of Culture of the Shen Kingdom. This person studied the sacred path of rites and took it as his responsibility to restore the rites of the Zhou Dynasty. He was inflexible and stubborn, an old pedant who gave everyone a headache. However, this person's knowledge was too profound.
Some of the great scholars of the same generation said that if this person wasn't so stubborn about the sacred path of rites, if his personality wasn't so upright, he would definitely become a literary hero, and very likely become a saint. However, this person was too stubborn, and it would be very difficult for him to become a saint.
Fang Yun looked at this old man. He wore a purple robe that had been washed white. His hair was snow-white, with only a few strands of black hair. This person's appearance was ordinary, but his eyes seemed to have great majesty, as if they could reset mountains and rivers and establish order on their own. It made people fear him, and they couldn't help but follow his will.
Fang Yundao said, "To be asked by Sir Zhengwei, I am very happy. However, I am about to have a literary competition with Zhang Longxiang. After the competition, I will ask for your advice. I wonder if you can agree to it? "
Tang Zhengwei said, "I only want to ask you in front of the world. After the competition, you may not give the Old Man a chance to ask, and you may not have a chance to discuss this matter. The Old Man is not asking for personal gain, but for many friends. "
"Many friends? Those people who are called the 'Men's Honor Society'? "Fang Yun didn't hide the mockery in his tone.
"The Men's Honor Society is what others call it. In the Old Man's heart, our society is only a temporary literary society without a name." Tang Zhengwei's tone was indifferent, and he didn't care about Fang Yun's mockery at all.
Fang Yun nodded lightly and said, "Sir Zhengwei, are you really not giving me any leeway? Do you really want to force me to answer before the competition?"
"If your mind is shaken by the Old Man's question, then you are not worthy of competing with the hero of Two World Mountain, Zhang Longxiang. You will lose without a doubt. If the Old Man's question doesn't affect you, then even if you lose, you can't blame the Old Man." Tang Zhengwei's expression was the same as before, like a dried up tree bark, without the slightest change.
"Well, I will ask Sir Zhengwei a few questions first. Are you willing to answer?" Fang Yun asked.
"I will tell you everything I know." Tang Zhengwei said.
"Sir, if I put a straw on you, would you think that I am obstructing you or trying to make you bear a heavy burden?" Fang Yun asked.
"The Old Man is not that narrow-minded." Tang Zhengwei said.
Fang Yun continued, "Then, if hundreds of millions of Jingguo people put a straw on you one by one, and if the straw gathered together and didn't scatter, and all the weight was on you, would you die?"
"Although the Old Man is a great scholar, there is a limit to his body. There is a limit to how much weight he can carry." Tang Zhengwei seemed like he wanted to say something else, but he just answered seriously.
"Among all the straws, there will always be a time when the last straw is put on you, and it will cause you to be unable to bear the weight. Then, will the person who put the last straw kill you, or will I, the person who put the first straw kill you? "Fang Yun asked.
The whole place was silent, and everyone understood Fang Yun's intention.
Tang Zhengwei was silent for a few seconds, and said slowly, "No one will kill me, but everyone who puts a straw on me will hurt me."
"Then, let me ask you again, do you insist on asking me now or after the competition?" Fang Yun looked into Tang Zhengwei's eyes quietly, and he was not intimidated by the aura in Tang Zhengwei's eyes.
Tang Zhengwei clasped his hands at Fang Yun and said, "I didn't think it through, and I almost became someone's chess piece. After the competition, the Old Man will come to visit you. As for the rest of you, if the name Tang Zhengwei means anything, please wait until the competition is over before looking for Fang Xusheng. "
Tang Zhengwei sat down after he finished speaking.
The members of the Men's Supreme Society looked at each other, and finally shook their heads. No one stood up. In fact, the conversation between the two was very clear. If they asked after the competition, Fang Yun would not blame them. However, if they asked Fang Yun now, they might be treated as enemies by Fang Yun, and they might be attacked fiercely.
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