Night fell, lanterns were lit, and a full moon hung in the sky.
There were many Night Pearls of the Dragon Palace in the plaza of the academia. The largest one was on top of the platform of the Academic Meeting. It illuminated everything within a radius of three li as if it was daytime.
All the streets leading to the academia were densely packed with people. Even the roofs were packed with people.
To the people of Kongcheng, watching a literary gathering with their family was the greatest reunion.
The Academic Meeting's platform was very simple. It was a six chi high platform. The tables and chairs in front of the platform were already filled with guests. At the front of the round table, there were either great scholars, great scholars, children of aristocratic families, or relatives of the emperor.
There was a table with only four people, but it was one of the focal points of the audience. This was because the four great scholars of this generation had gathered.
Other than the four great scholars, the tables belonging to the various holy clans also attracted the attention of many people.
Few people paid attention to the great scholars because their temperament was restrained. If one did not observe carefully, they would not be able to see their uniqueness.
Those scholars with higher positions paid more attention to the great scholars. There were also some people who stared at the table belonging to the Meng Family.
A luxurious Wu Hou carriage was standing there. Fierce Monarch Meng Lintang was sitting in the carriage.
The umbrella on the Wu Hou carriage was replaced with a black canopy. The original solid wood exterior was also painted, making it look more elegant. This made people ignore the fierce reputation of the Wu Hou carriage.
Fang Yun looked at the Wu Hou carriage. For hundreds of years in the Saint Origin Continent, the story of Zhuge Liang had been passed down. He was sitting in the Wu Hou carriage with a feather fan and a silk headband. The image of him talking and laughing was deeply engraved in people's hearts. Even the great scholars who did not admire undeserved reputation were extremely fond of the Wu Hou carriage.
Fang Yun was also looking at the people in the Wu Hou carriage.
Fierce Monarch had a square face and a wide forehead. His eyebrows were thick, his eye sockets were deep, and his huge aquiline nose was exceptionally eye-catching. His gaze was like a lion's, and his aura was like a tiger's. Just by sitting there casually, he made everyone around him unable to breathe. Even a few ordinary great scholars felt oppressed.
Unlike most of the scholars who liked to wear scholar robes, he wore a light golden dragon scale armor. The armor was not as bright as the ceremonial golden armor, but everyone who saw the armor would feel a surge of power from it, as if a giant dragon would rush out at any time.
Fang Yun could tell at a glance that it was a True Dragon's scale at the Greater Demon Monarch level. A piece of armor could be exchanged for a city.
Fang Yun's gaze landed on the engraved bamboo brush holder on Wu Hou's table. Inside the brush holder, there were four brushes, and every brush was rippling with Qi of talent. There was one brush whose Qi of talent was not inferior to the Grand Archfiend's dragon scale. It was a great Confucian treasure.
There were three other items on the table that had a similar aura to the brush. There was a paperweight, a brush holder, and an inkstone. They were all great Confucian literary treasures.
A word popped up in Fang Yun's mind: Tycoon.
Although Fierce Monarch's gaze was facing the high platform, it was slightly upwards as it swept past the high platform. He looked up at the sky, but in reality, he didn't place anything in his eyes.
The people from the Meng Clan who were at the same table as him, whether they were juniors, peers, or elders, they were all very nervous. There were even people who secretly looked at his eyes, which were filled with envy and reverence.
Every time he blinked, there would be a blood colored shooting star in his eyes. And the radiance of the shooting star was unpredictable, formed from countless scenes of battle, it was extraordinary.
From start to finish, Fierce Monarch maintained his posture of looking at the high platform. Whether it was the current generation's Four Great Scholars, the previous generation's Four Great Scholars, or the Great Confucian, he turned a blind eye to them.
Under the bright moon, no one was worthy enough for Fierce Monarch to open his mouth.
A Demonic Wolf Marquis was lying at Fierce Monarch's feet. From time to time, it would wag its tail like a watchdog, looking at Fierce Monarch in a fawning manner.
Fang Yun had seen it with his own eyes that day. This Demonic Wolf Marquis only used one gaze to scare a Demon General to the point of peeing on the street.
Fang Yun moved his gaze away. Thinking of the blood colored shooting star in Fierce Monarch's eyes, he had to admit that Fierce Monarch had the confidence to be fierce.
Those with starry eyes were Kong Sheng and King Wen. Although the shooting star in the eyes was far from them, it could be said that Fierce Monarch had found a path to them. Even if the chance of completing the path was very small, it was still much higher than those who did not.
The Literary Meeting had not yet started, but many people were visiting each other, it was unusually lively.
Although Fang Yun's Literary Name was big, he was still a junior. He had to be courteous, he had to visit the relevant people one by one, such as Jingguo's Grand Scholar, Jingguo's rich and powerful families, including the Ji Sheng's family that he was friends with.
After the greeting ended, Fang Yun returned to the side of the Literary Meeting's high platform. At this time, the others were also returning.
Li Fanming sat beside Fang Yun, the big rabbit was sleeping soundly under the chair.
Li Fanming had more than a dozen classmates, but he was the only one who came.
At first, the two of them only talked about the Holy Ground. As they talked, they began to talk about the people present. Li Fanming pointed out the famous people one by one, including Hua Jun, one of the Four Great Talents of the previous generation, the famous Confucian who lived in seclusion in Kong City, the Grand Scholar who held an important position in the Notre-Dame, and so on.
Fang Yun had read the famous works of these Confucian scholars and wanted to communicate with them, but because no one recommended him, he did not even have an excuse to visit them. He could only find an opportunity.
As the two of them were talking, two people wearing the Grand Scholar's robes came closer. Fang Yun was surprised. Li Fanming had introduced these two people before, because they were the two Grand Scholars of the Review Institute of the Divine Path. The status of the Divine Path was very high, and the hidden power of the Grand Scholars of the Review Institute was frightening, so they were often rotated.
The people around were all well-informed and recognized Grand Scholar Meng and Grand Scholar An at a glance. Even the children of the Half-saint family did not dare to be arrogant and stood up.
The old Grand Scholar Meng smiled and said, "No matter, we are only here to see Fang Yun. Can we have a word in private? "
Those people immediately looked at Fang Yun with envy. It was not easy for two ordinary Grand Scholars to take the initiative to get to know him, but these two came directly without a recommendation. It was almost close to "asking for an audience," which was the limit between peers, but these two seniors were able to do it. It showed that not only were they free and easy, but they also valued Fang Yun very much.
With these two people "carrying the palanquin," no one below the level of Confucian could be arrogant in front of Fang Yun in the future.
"I am ashamed that I did not go to visit you, but let the two of you come," Fang Yun said and left with the two Grand Scholars. They came to a place where there was no one else on the high platform.
Grand Scholar Meng smiled and said, "I have reviewed your poems every month. I thought I knew you well, but you surprised me every month. Not to mention that you were on the front page of the Divine Path, you even passed the Road to the Holy Ruins as a scholar. I could not hold back and had to shamelessly come to see you. "
"You are the one who has the demeanor of a famous scholar. I am ashamed," Fang Yun said politely.
Grand Scholar An smiled and said, "You don't need to be polite with Senior Meng. When you were not here, he praised you even more. Actually, the two of us wanted to see you many times, but we could not find the time. We did not expect Luo Wenzong to see you first. After Luo Wenzong came back from Jade Sea City, he praised you again and again. When the two of us argued for your poems to be on the Divine Path, Luo Wenzong was still sleeping. "
Grand Scholar Meng joked, "Be careful that Luo Wenzong hears you."
Fang Yun joked, "Even if Luo Wenzong hears you, after careful consideration, he will feel that it is too troublesome and might as well not hear you. Otherwise, he would not be Luo Wenzong."
The three of them laughed together.
The people not far away secretly glanced over from time to time. They wanted to know what the three of them were talking about.
Grand Scholar Meng said, "Your three poems of the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday must be connected to the Divine Path. I have already saved them. Don't disappoint me today. I have already said that you will have four poems in the Divine Path next month."
"Then this student will work harder and compose a good poem. I will definitely make Senior Meng proud." Fang Yun was very grateful to these two people. He had heard about them from Feng Yuanjun and Li Wenying. If it were not for Grand Secretary Meng's strong argument, he would have been killed. If Grand Scholar Meng did not argue for Grand Scholar Meng's support, there would be many twists and turns in his poems.
There were some words that the two of them could say, but he could not. Therefore, he did not mention anything about repayment.
Grand Scholar Meng was a straightforward person. He laughed, "Your poems will not only make me proud. I should have left the Editorial Review Board a few days ago, but Lord Eastern Sage said that I have a discerning eye. The Editorial Review Board lacks a Editorial Review Grand Scholar like me, so he let me stay for another year. I have no hope of becoming a great scholar. I can spend more energy on the Editorial Review Board. It is all thanks to you. "
Grand Scholar Meng laughed, "I came here for another matter. Spring Dawn's line, 'How many flowers fall knows'. What are you lamenting about? "
Then, the three of them began to talk about the poems, mainly about the doubts in the poems.
When the full moon rose, the two Grand Scholars reluctantly left. They agreed to find an opportunity to drink and talk in the future.
Fang Yun just sat back in his chair. Before he could say anything to Li Fanming, the Literary Meeting began.
Dozens of students from the Zither Academy of the Confucius Family carried their zithers and played the famous song, 'Full Moon Night'.
After the song, a young Grand Scholar smiled and walked up the stage. He first said a few words of blessing, then introduced the purpose of the Literary Meeting of the Holy Ruins, the guests and related matters. Finally, the Grand Scholar announced the results of the Road to the Holy Ruins. He pointed out that not only did Fang Yun break Jingguo's record, but he also became the only Elementary Scholar to pass the Road to the Holy Ruins.
The Grand Scholar MC selected the last five Elementary Scholars from the hundred people who could enter the Holy Ruins. He asked them to compose a poem using the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme. When the time came, the King of Wen's family would control the moon and bestow the five Elementary Scholars with moonlight.
After the Grand Scholar MC finished speaking, the five Elementary Scholars walked to the table prepared on the stage to compose their poems. Fang Yun looked at the huge moon in the sky.
There was an ancient land on the moon. Nominally, it was owned by the King of Wen's family, but in reality, it was controlled by the King of Wen's family. Even the Kong family could not interfere because it was a land given by Kong Sheng to the King of Wen's family.
Very quickly, the five Elementary Scholars had finished writing the poems that they had prepared. Even though these five Elementary Scholars were the cream of the crop, only two of them were able to compose a poem. The other three were not even able to compose a poem. Their poems ranged from seven to nine inches.
"The five Elementary Scholars have finished composing their poems. May the moonlight from the heavens strengthen the human race!" The Grand Scholar MC said respectfully.
The five Elementary Scholars also cupped their hands towards the moon and said, "May the moonlight from the heavens strengthen the human race!"
At the same time, the light from the brightest Night Pearl disappeared and the stage immediately darkened.
Then, a bright ray of moonlight shone on the stage and split into five, forming five beams of light that enveloped the five Elementary Scholars. The five beams of moonlight were different in brightness and quickly dissipated.
Fang Yun saw that the five Elementary Scholars' eyes lit up slightly and then gradually faded. There was no difference from before.
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