The Notre-Dame was the center of the Ten Nations and the center of all scholars in the world.
Fang Yun initially thought that the matter was only spread among the Half-saint families, but he didn't expect that someone would deliberately spread the news. Gyeongo, Wu Guo, and the Meng Family were all suspects.
"They not only want the Ji Family to target me, but they also want others to snatch my beast skin. As long as I'm in Jade Sea City, the beast skin will be safe, but once I enter the Holy Ground, it's hard to say. "
Soon after, Li Wenying sent a letter to him.
"This year's Holy Ground has been confirmed. Due to the fact that it appeared two years in advance, the power in the periphery of the Holy Ground is extremely great, and only those who are Scholars or below can enter. Today, go to Yuanjun Feng and receive a Huhu Shell. He will explain to you the matters of the Holy Ground this year. On the 10th of August, I will take you to Kong City at the foot of the Notre-Dame Mountain. "
Fang Yun sent a letter back to thank Li Wenying. He then went to the Academy of Literature and went to the Academy of Literature to see Academy Master Feng.
After taking a seat, Yuanjun Feng smiled and said, "I heard that your zither skills have not only improved greatly, but you've also attracted the attention of all the zither masters in the city. In the past, some people would only talk about Fang Yun when they were discussing poems, but now, some people say that they talk about Fang Yun whenever they meet people. Even though you're just studying and playing the zither at home, your reputation has spread far and wide. I'm really envious. "
"Lord Feng, you're being too polite. That's just a coincidence."
"Now, all the people in the world who sing the 'Immortal on the Magpie Bridge' are only singing your poem 'If love lasts for a long time, why be together every day and night'. Do you think that's a coincidence? Have you read the 'Wen Bao' on the 10th of August? "
"Yes, the words on it are a bit exaggerated," Fang Yundao said.
"How is that exaggerated? You defeated the Flood Dragon King alone. You're worthy of being called a scholar. However … The more important thing is still in the Holy Ground. "As Yuanjun spoke, he handed over a white egg-sized shell on the table.
Fang Yun grabbed it carefully.
Yuanjun said, "In the entire Jiang Prefecture, there are only three Hanhu Shellfish. They are in the Prefecture Government Office, the Prefecture Education Institute, and the Prefecture Army. The other Hanhu Shellfish in the Prefecture Army belong to the Notre-Dame in name. Lord Li specially lent you the Hanhu Shell of the Wen Academy. You can't let down his painstaking efforts. "
"I understand." Fang Yun looked at the white shell carefully. This thing could be held in one hand and was as white as jade. It looked very small, but in fact, it was the same kind of Heaven and Earth Shell. It was something that couldn't be bought with money.
Feng Yuanjun said, "When Hanhu Shellfish is alive, its shell can contain seawater within a radius of a hundred miles. Once a thousand-year-old Hubei died, it would be sent to the Dragon Palace to be made into a Hubei that could be used by Dragons. Then it would be sent to the Notre-Dame to be made into a treasure for the human race by the skilled craftsmen of the Mo Family and the Gongshu Family. The inside of the Hanhu Shell was about ten square feet. It can store a lot of things and is very precious. Ordinary rich and powerful families don't have it. At the very least, only the Half-saint Aristocratic Family has it. As for the better Yin Jiang Shellfish, excluding the Half-saint Aristocratic Family, there are only two Jingguo Clans. "
Fang Yun nodded. He tried to channel the Qi in his body into it. The white shell opened up a gap, and there was a faint white light in the gap. Then, he "saw" the inside of the Hanhu Shell. The space of ten square feet was like a narrow storage room. There were some clothes, weapons, brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone. Among them, there were also two Ju Wen Cultural Treasures.
One of them was the Canglang Brush, which was very common in Jingguo. It could be immediately turned into a war poem, "Canglang Walk", to attack people. The other one was a rarely seen Rapid Movement Cultural Treasure, "Galloping Horse Paperweight", which was infused with the power of the ancient poem, "Galloping Horse Fu".
"Thank you for your appreciation!" Fang Yun was deeply grateful. He didn't expect them to lend him so many things, especially the Hanhu Shell. If it was lost, not only would Li Wenying be punished, Feng Yuanjun would also be removed from his position and investigated. He would never be able to hold a key position in the future unless he became a Grand Scholar.
Feng Yuanjun smiled and said, "The Holy Ground this time is unusual. Everyone suspects that a great treasure has appeared. Those Half-saint Aristocratic Families have put in a lot of effort. Scholars from big countries like Qi and Wu Guo are even more eager to try. Our Jingguo has always been weak, so it's not easy to lend you these things. It's a pity that you're not a Ju Ren. If you were, I would help you borrow a few more Ju Wen Cultural Treasures. "
Fang Yundao said, "Thank you, Lord Feng. But since everyone suspects that a great treasure has appeared, there should be more people entering the Holy Ground than usual, right? "
"Yes, not only more, but it's also five times more than eight years ago! The ten countries will each send 50 Ju Ren and 50 Elementary Scholars. Each Half-saint Aristocratic Family can send 30 people, the Quasi-saint Aristocratic Family can send 50 people, and the Kongsheng Aristocratic Family has a total of 100 places. According to the rules, the Kongsheng Aristocratic Family will only have 50 places, and the rest will be competed for by the other Half-saint Aristocratic Families. However, there are only 49 places left, and one of them is yours. "
Fang Yun revealed a helpless expression and said, "Jingguo doesn't lack a place. Lord Eastern Sage really knows how to find trouble for me. Then there are thousands of people entering the Holy Ground this time? "
"How is that possible? This is only a place, not a qualification. Out of these 4000 people, only 100 can enter the Holy Ground. "Feng Yuanjun said.
"Only 100 people? That's too little. "Fang Yundao said.
"Eight years ago, only 30 people could enter! Let's not talk about other things. There are some books in the Hanhu Shell, have you seen them? "
"Yes."
"The books are written by the people of Jingguo, and they are all related to the Holy Ground. Because some things are too … special, they can't be sold." Feng Yuanjun's expression was a little strange.
Fang Yun looked at Feng Yuanjun, and with a thought, the Hanhu Shell opened up and shot out a ray of white light. The white light flew to Fang Yun's hand and quickly became bigger. The light dissipated, and a book was revealed.
Fang Yun quickly flipped through a few pages, and the more he read, the more shocked he became. He was also more and more engrossed in the book. After he finished reading the book, he raised his head and asked, "Are the records in the book real?"
"Of course, or I wouldn't show it to you." Feng Yuanjun said.
Fang Yun frowned and said, "So the power in the Holy Ground is very special, and it doesn't even have the binding power of oaths?"
"There is no binding power in the Holy Ground, and this is one of the characteristics of the Holy Ground. It is also because of this that once the Saints obtain the Holy Ground, they can modify it. For example, the Book Hill. Why can people obtain power and the heart of literature when they go to the Book Hill? It's because the Book Hill was changed by Kong Sheng's power. "
"The book says that it doesn't matter even if the people of the Ten Nations kill each other in the Holy Ground, because this is the rule that the Saints have tacitly agreed upon. Once out of the Holy Ground, nothing that happens in the Holy Ground can be used as an excuse to attack others. The Ten Nations and the Notre-Dame don't care. There seems to be more to this than meets the eye, right? "
Feng Yuanjun was silent for a moment and said, "There are many different opinions on this matter, and there is no conclusion yet. If the Saints don't speak, we can't jump to conclusions."
"Ah, it seems that there are many secrets in the Holy Ground." Fang Yun asked.
"Every Holy Ground has a big secret!" Feng Yuanjun said solemnly.
"By the way, how do you choose from a few thousand people and a hundred people?" Fang Yun asked.
"Eighty candidates are chosen, and twenty are chosen by the Elementary Scholars. You don't have to think so much, you are a Elementary Scholar, and as long as you are in the top twenty, you can enter the Holy Ground."
"That's good."
Feng Yuanjun looked at Fang Yun and said slowly, "There are dangers everywhere in the Holy Ground, and even Half-saint geniuses have died in there. However, even if it is so dangerous, the disciples of the Holy Ground are fighting to enter, and there must be great benefits that we don't know about. Even those reclusive aristocratic families will send their elites out every time the Holy Ground opens, and the Kong Family is no exception. So, you must do your best to qualify and then surpass the Ten Nations at the Mid-Autumn Literary Meet. "
"Lord Feng, don't worry, I will do my best."
"That's good. Hurry and go home to prepare. "
Fang Yun bade farewell to Feng Yuanjun and read the books in the Hubei on the way home. After reading one book, another book would appear in the World of Strange Books.
The more Fang Yun read, the more he felt that the Holy Ground was difficult.
After reading seven travelogues, Fang Yun suddenly took out all the books and then flipped through the 24 travelogues, only looking at the authors.
Apart from the four authors who were unknown or had died young, the 20 authors were all famous figures in Jingguo. Each of them had at least become a Grand Scholar, and eight of them had even become great Confucians. Li Wenying and Wen Xiang's names were among them.
'The Holy Ground is probably more special than I imagined,' Fang Yun thought.
After returning home, Fang Yun rested for a while before practicing the zither. After practicing for a while, he suddenly stopped and raised the Guqin to look down, only to see that there were many cracks on the surface of the wooden zither frame.
'It's a Wen Baoqin after all, and the strings and sound of the zither contain great power. Ordinary zither frames can't withstand it at all. I'm afraid even those made of stone won't last long. There should be a solution.'
When Fang Yun entered the World of Strange Books, he had bought hundreds of books related to the Dao of the zither and then put them all away. Apart from music scores and teaching books, he hadn't read anything else.
Reading in the World of Strange Books was very fast. In just 15 minutes, Fang Yun found a solution.
'It turns out that using the bones, horns, and fur of various monsters can prevent this from happening, especially when playing war tunes. These things have to be placed under the zither, or it will break the frame and cause the zither to fall. My Wen Baoqin is a Grand Scholar, so I can use the items of a Demon Commander of the same level as a Grand Scholar. The items of a higher level Demon Marquis are even better. '
Fang Yun searched for a long time and found that the only things that could be used as a cushion were blood drops, animal skins, and dragon horns of the Flood Dragon King.
'The animal skins are too small to be used as cushions. The Flood Dragon King is a Demon King, which is one level higher than a Demon Marquis. It seems a bit wasteful. The book said that the dragon horn cushion is very effective. It can reduce the sound of the zither being transmitted downwards, allowing the sound to be concentrated in the front, which is equivalent to increasing the power of the war tunes. In the future, when I have a better Wen Baoqin, I'm afraid that I will really need to use the dragon horns of the Flood Dragon King. In that case, I might as well cut off four dragon horns of the Flood Dragon King and stick them under the zither. No matter where I play the zither in the future, the frame won't be damaged. '
Fang Yun did as he said. When he took the dragon horns, he found that they were too hard. He had to use an especially hard saw to slowly cut them off and then polish them. Therefore, he took a dragon horn to the Dragon Luring Pavilion and asked the craftsmen there to help him cut off four cylindrical dragon horns.
When he saw the dragon horns, some powder fell off and was collected by the craftsmen. The powder was only the size of a pinky nail, but the craftsmen carefully wrapped it up for Fang Yun.
Fang Yun weighed it. Although it was small, it was quite heavy. He casually asked, "How much does this dragon horn powder cost?"
"If you sell it at a pharmacy, it's worth at least a thousand taels of silver."
Fang Yun silently looked at the four inch-tall dragon horn cushions. Each cushion was worth at least fifty thousand taels of silver.
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