The Jiangzhou scholars were discussing in low voices when Zong Ganyu suddenly said, "Brother Zhishi, Fang Xusheng is shameless. He did not apologize for killing the head of the Lei family, nor did he apologize for his mistakes. He insists on having a literary competition with Zhang Longxiang. Since you are here, why don't you give your opinion before the competition and see who has a higher chance of winning?"
"What?"
"Yi Zhishi?"
"The literary hero is here?"
Everyone looked around in surprise and excitement. In terms of status, Xusheng was on the same level as the literary hero. However, Xusheng's reputation was higher, while the literary hero's was higher.
If one were to talk about the most important literary position of a scholar, Fang Yun, who was in the Illusionary Divine stage, was far from being a literary tycoon.
No matter how much influence Fang Yun had, as long as he was not a literary hero, he would never surpass Yi Zhishi in the eyes of the scholars.
As the number one scholar under the Half-Saint Realm, Yi Zhishi had rarely shown himself in public. Everyone had predicted that Yi Zhishi would become a Saint in the next few years, but they were too optimistic. Yi Zhishi was still too young among the great scholars.
After all, the great scholars of the same generation as Yi Zhishi had only become great scholars a few years ago.
After all, Yi Zhishi was not even sixty years old. He was not even an old man. He was still in his prime.
Fang Yun had already landed on the walls of Yueyang Tower. He sighed in his heart that Yi Zhishi was indeed a literary hero. He had used his official seal to search more than a hundred times. He had found the Left Minister of Mount Liu immediately, but he still could not find Yi Zhishi.
This meant that Yi Zhishi was infinitely close to the Divine Path. He was just one step away from establishing his own Divine Path.
Under such circumstances, Fang Yun would not be able to find Yi Zhishi unless he used the talent of the Divine Temple to search everyone.
Fang Yun even suspected that he had seen Yi Zhishi many times, but because Yi Zhishi did not want to show himself, as long as he did not look closely in front of him, he would never realize that the person he saw was Yi Zhishi.
The difference in their understanding and use of the Divine Path was like heaven and earth.
Fang Yun had yet to come into contact with the Divine Path, but Yi Zhishi had.
Everyone was still searching for Yi Zhishi, but no one had seen him.
Including the Great Confucian.
Very soon, the more experienced scholars were shocked. They realized that Yi Zhishi's strength had reached an extremely high level. Other than Half-saint, he was probably the only person in the world who could do this. Even if he was in a crowd, no one would notice him.
Fang Yun closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, he opened his eyes and slowly scanned the millions of people below.
Since they couldn't sense Yi Zhishi's presence, they could only use the dumbest method, which was to use the changes in the crowd to lock onto Yi Zhishi's position. As long as they could sense Yi Zhishi's location, as long as Yi Zhishi didn't use the art of war or talent to disguise himself, he would be exposed.
After thirty breaths, Fang Yun finally found a place that was very strange. The people nearby all took the initiative to move to the sides, but no one walked in the middle.
Fang Yun knew that Yi Zhishi was definitely there, but his vision seemed to be affected by a strange power. Yi Zhishi seemed to always walk in his blind spot, so he could never see Yi Zhishi's true position.
Fang Yun breathed slowly and activated the Great Confucian's strength to the extreme. After another twenty breaths, he finally broke free from the invisible power and officially saw a person that he couldn't describe.
This person was wearing a purple robe of the Great Confucian. His long hair was like black silk, and only his sideburns were silver-white.
The moment he saw this person, Fang Yun was in a daze. He didn't know how to judge this person's age. This was because at first glance, even though this person's body was mostly covered by a long robe, his face was like white jade, and his exposed skin was as smooth as cream. He looked like a young man in his early twenties.
However, looking at this person's face carefully, he found that there were traces of time left on his face. He looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties. It was like the growth rings of a tree that recorded his real experience.
However, if one looked at his eyes, they were deep and mysterious. They were incomparably dark, like a huge whirlpool that could suck in the light of heaven and earth, making it so that wherever he was, only his eyes were bright in this world.
His eyes were filled with wisdom and light. It was as if he was the only wise man in this world. Only he could lead the human race on the right path. Everything that opposed him was evil.
The appearance of a young man, the expression of a middle-aged man, and the gaze of an old man were all perfectly focused on one person.
There was no joy or sorrow on his face. In his eyes, the millions of people were like the grass in the field, and the thousands of scholars were like the flowers in the mountains. When he came, it was like a gentle breeze. When he left, it was like a speck of dust.
In the middle of the night, a bright moon came to the Yueyang Tower, bringing with it the autumn wind.
That person gently raised his head and looked at the city wall.
The moonlight shone on the Yueyang Tower alone.
The bright moon hung in the sky, and the Literary Name Star hung in the middle of the sky. Under the light of the full moon and the Literary Name Star, the two most famous geniuses of the Human Race's Literary Name looked at each other.
The millions of people froze at this moment. It was as if there were only two people left in this world.
The corner of Yi Zhishi's mouth curled up slightly. He lightly nodded his head, then looked straight ahead and slowly walked forward.
When his feet touched the ground, the world was silent. When he took a step, everything dared to move.
That pair of ordinary black cloth shoes seemed to be stepping on the intersection of all life and death.
Everyone was still looking around. Only Fang Yun and the great scholars were staring at Yi Zhishi.
Yi Zhishi's gaze swept across the familiar great scholars. He lightly nodded his head for the second time.
Every great scholar felt that Yi Zhishi was only nodding his head to greet them.
Only when Yi Zhishi walked to the 'A' seats did the rest realize.
"Mr. Zhishi is here."
"It's really Yi Wenhao!"
"How many years has it been since I saw him? He doesn't look any different from a few years ago. "
"Just by looking at his back, I would have thought that he was taller than the city walls."
"Tsk tsk, this is what an expert is like. He's elusive. He's clearly walking all the way here, but none of us noticed him. Look, the people behind him actually left a path for him. Even so, the people on both sides of the path didn't notice him. "
"Amazing, this is too amazing."
"As expected of a great figure who has one foot in the Divine Path. I can't understand his current level at all."
"No, could he have been invited by Gyeongo?"
"It's over, it's over … No wonder people guessed that a great figure would come to suppress Fang Xusheng. No wonder the Zong and Lei family of Qingjun dared to come here together. It's because Yi Zhishi wants to make a move!"
"Mr. Zhishi's reputation is on par with Fang Xusheng's. However, he's older and has a higher literary position. If he were to participate in the literary competition, Fang Xusheng would have already lost. Once Zhang Longxiang enters the arena, the outcome will be decided!"
"Brother Yi!" Kang Ha-chuan took the initiative to cup his fists and greet him politely.
"Brother Zhishi!" Zong Ganyu's tone was much friendlier.
"Mr. Zhishi!" Qingjun respectfully bowed to welcome him.
Everyone present took the initiative to greet him.
The Lei family, the Zong family, Qingjun, Gyeongo officials, Ba Kong Mountain, and Qingjiang Trading Company all seemed to have gathered their strength towards Yi Zhishi. It was as if they had made a wedding dress for this great scholar.
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