Li Daoyuan's spiritual shadow hung high above Dongting Lake. It looked a little blurry without any pressure or momentum of Half-saint. Next to it, it was like a spring breeze, making people feel very comfortable.
The flood dragon saint hadn't reached Baling yet. Just by opening its mouth under the water, it was already so fierce that every human trembled in fear. If it weren't for the protection of the divine temple, the people here would have been hurt by the flood dragon saint's voice.
Dongting Lake was cloudy. People in Baling were opposing each other. Some hoped that Li Daoyuan would help Fang Yun, while others hoped that the flood dragon saint would punish Fang Yun and force him to kneel in front of Lei Zhongmo's portrait to admit his guilt.
However, the most frightened one was not Ge Yiming who had just been scolded by the Martial Lord, nor was it Fang Yun who was about to be punished by the flood dragon saint. It was the flood dragon king of Dongting Lake.
As the son of the flood dragon saint, Li Daoyuan was above him. He was about to collapse. He didn't even dare to breathe loudly. He could only close his eyes and silently pray that the two sides wouldn't fight.
Everyone was either looking at Li Daoyuan or at the estuary of the Yangtze River, waiting for the final decision of the two Half-saint. However, a thunderous voice sounded.
"Ge Yiming, Grand Scholar of Xiangzhou, greets Saint Li. I have a piece of advice. The Water Tribe and the Human Tribe have been allies for many years. However, Fang Yun divided the Dragons for his own selfish reasons, causing him and the East Sea Dragon Palace to be isolated by the Water Tribe. Even Gyeongo and other countries were affected. He is guilty of the most heinous crime. Today, the flood dragon saint didn't want to kill Fang Yun. He just came out for the descendant of Master Lei and punished him a little. If you don't allow this, how can we be allies and cooperate? I believe that Saint Li has a clear mind and will never tolerate sinners. "
The Zong, Lei, and Gyeongo families looked at Ge Yiming with joy. Even Ge Baiwan was pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect his nephew to be so courageous. After all, even the great scholar needed to think for a few days before speaking of Half-saint because the risk was too great.
The Qing Emperor nodded his head repeatedly, and his face was filled with joy. He was just short of shouting, "Good!" Now, Li Daoyuan was obviously protecting Fang Yun, and those with real status did not dare to step out. If Li Sheng was unhappy, he could strip him of his position and seize his country's fate. In the eyes of Half-saint, these Confucian emperors were all students that could be taught a lesson at any time.
Now, Ge Yiming suddenly spoke up. Because his position was too low and he was too young, for the sake of his reputation, Li Daoyuan couldn't punish him. It was like how a normal person might punish a teenager, but they couldn't hit a baby.
Lei Tingzhen almost laughed out loud. He was hesitating whether or not to take the risk of being scolded by Li Daoyuan. He didn't expect Ge Yiming to say what he wanted to say first. The price of being scolded by Half-saint was great. It would cause one to lose courage immediately. If one couldn't firm up his mind and sweep away the haze, the effect of losing courage would become stronger and stronger. In the end, it would cause one's courage to be clouded and lose the power of courage.
Some young scholars in Gyeongo lamented in their hearts. They thought that Ge Yiming's ability to curry favor was too strong. If they were as scheming, they wouldn't be punished by Li Daoyuan and would be valued by the Qing Emperor and the Zong and Lei families. It was a win-win situation.
"Your knowledge is not even as good as that of a human child!" The flood dragon saint's voice instantly spread across the sky of Baling City.
Many people held their breaths and looked at Li Daoyuan, not knowing what he would do.
However, it was as if Li Daoyuan didn't hear Ge Yiming's words. He only looked at Fang Yundao and said, "Little Friend Fang, the Old Man has wandered the world and I don't know when he will return. The Old Man is very happy with the sentence 'I don't want to be conferred the title of Marquis, but I hope that Hai Bo will be peaceful'. If you have the time, write a complete poem and send it to the Feng family. Let them hang it in the 'Si Shui Zhai'. The Old Man will be very grateful. "
Fang Yun cupped his hands and said, "I will do my best to fulfill Elder's request."
"As for this' Records of Yueyang Tower ', leave it in Yueyang Tower." Li Daoyuan pointed at the 'Records of Yueyang Tower' in front of Fang Yun. Golden light rose and the paper flew into the room inside Yueyang Tower. It floated in mid-air and received the power of the Holy Temple. It emitted a grand and righteous aura that enveloped the entire Baling City.
The entire Yueyang Tower emitted a faint golden light. Fang Yun stood alone on top of it, his power unparalleled.
The scholars of Jingguo were overjoyed. The 'Records of Yueyang Tower' was originally a shocking article that contained the power of the human race's literary path. Now that it was personally supported by Half-saint, as long as the Holy Temple could provide an endless supply of talent, this mere piece of paper was equivalent to a Half-saint's literary treasure. It could condense all the power of the article and was abnormally powerful.
The scholars of Xiangzhou were all smiles. It could now be clearly said that the title of the number one building in the world for the next ten years would definitely belong to Yueyang Tower.
Some of the old scholars of Xiangzhou saw this scene and tears streamed down their faces.
At this moment, the flood dragon sage who was far away at the estuary of the Yangtze River said impatiently, "Little Feng, are you leaving or not? The Nine Cauldrons of Great Xia can only last for a hundred breaths at most! If you continue to harbor evil and cover up that little bastard Fang Yun, Bensei will seal you as well! "
Fang Yun suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the estuary of the Yangtze River. His gaze was cold.
Li Daoyuan held the original 'Water Scripture' in his hand and looked at the estuary of the Yangtze River. He did not say anything, but he was already prepared to attack.
"If that's the case, then don't blame Bensei! The agreement between the human race and the water race is about to be rewritten! "
Boom …
A loud sound spread from the estuary of the Yangtze River to the world. Two huge dragon horns completely emerged from the water. Even the huge green scales on the flood dragon sage's head left the water. In the next moment, the flood dragon sage would officially emerge from the water.
Once the flood dragon sage officially emerged from the water, it would definitely be accompanied by huge clouds.
But at this moment, the flood dragon sage suddenly stopped moving.
At the same time, Li Daoyuan suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Mount Inverted Peak.
Seeing Li Daoyuan's action, many people also hurriedly looked in the direction of Kongcheng and Mount Inverted Peak.
Fang Yun originally thought that nothing major would happen and that it might just be a small accident, but his eyes immediately widened.
Layers of thick white clouds appeared in the sky above Kongcheng. The white clouds stacked on top of each other and covered hundreds of miles like thick cotton. It was messy, but it had a different kind of beauty.
"There are holy clouds above Kongcheng!" Someone quickly shouted.
Hearing the words' holy clouds', even the ordinary scholars who could not see the changes in the sky above Kongcheng were extremely excited. Many of them blushed and tried their best to raise their heads and look in the direction of Kongcheng.
When the holy body appeared, the holy clouds surged.
But even more people were puzzled. The flood dragon sage's emergence from the water would cause the holy clouds to appear. But why did the holy clouds appear in the direction of Kongcheng?
In the next moment, a thought flashed through the minds of all the scholars, including many of the great scholars present, and their expressions changed several times.
Even the greatest scholar, Yi Zhishi, had a serious expression.
Li Fanming only felt flustered and said softly, "Brother Yan, which Half-saint is attacking?"
Yan Yukong shook his head and said, "Other than knowing that it must be a human Half-saint, I don't know anything else. I don't even know if it's to help Fang Yun or to obstruct Sage Li. "
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