Without exception, everyone present was shocked by Xiong Jun's words.
Even Kong Sheng and the people of the six great quasi-saint families were in disbelief when they heard those words.
That was the family business of the Half-saint family.
Zong Wude muttered, "How did Xiong Jun become a lunatic?"
Below the stage, Li Fanming's eyes widened. He couldn't imagine that Xiong Jun would say those words, let alone that Fang Yun was worthy of his praise!
Rabbit, who had been sleeping soundly, had already woken up. It stood upright and looked at Fang Yun and Xiong Jun. It kept turning its head to look at the two of them, as if asking, "What's going on?"
The Demonic Wolf Marquis, who was beside Xiong Jun, blinked several times and his ferocity dissipated, replaced by bewilderment.
The people of the Meng Family were the most surprised. Ever since Xiong Jun began to show his talents, the Meng Family had been thriving, and there were signs of them regaining their former glory. They now had blind trust in Xiong Jun, but even so, they couldn't understand Xiong Jun's actions.
Some of the guests suddenly stared at Xiong Jun very seriously.
"This time, he's right to be fierce," a Confucian scholar said slowly.
Fang Yun didn't seem to have guessed Xiong Jun's intentions at all. He said, "Do you want to use these joyous events in exchange for my Mid-Autumn poem? Let me think about it. Okay, I'll do it! "
The moment Fang Yun spoke, the emcee quickly took out a loudspeaker conch and placed it in front of Fang Yun. After Fang Yun's voice entered the loudspeaker conch, it consumed the emcee's talent and formed a thunderous voice that spread throughout the venue.
The originally tense atmosphere eased a little, and everyone looked at Xiong Jun, waiting for his answer.
Xiong Jun said slowly, "As long as you're willing to marry into the Meng Family and marry a woman of the Meng Family as your wife, you'll have whatever the Meng Family has!"
"Xiong Jun, you must be joking. I'm already engaged to Sister Yuhuan, and we'll be officially married soon." The smile on Fang Yun's face disappeared.
Xiong Jun humphed softly with a look of disdain. He said, "What can a mere child bride bring to you? The dowry of a woman of the Meng Family is an aristocratic family! What does your child bride have? Beauty? In the Ten Nations, there are many people who are more beautiful than her. Do you want a hundred or a thousand? I'll get someone to choose! How can she compare with a woman from my Meng Family? Being a concubine is already an honor for her! "
Fang Yun asked politely, "Last year, did your Meng family's woman send me a bowl of medicinal soup?"
Fierce Lord remained silent.
"Two years ago. Can your Meng Family woman pass me an egg? "
Everyone was silent.
"Three years ago, did you girls from the Meng family cook a bowl of porridge for me?"
"Four years ago, did your Meng Family's woman wash my clothes?"
Fang Yun went on, year after year. Finally, he said coldly, "If you can't even do this, how can you compare to Sister Yuhuan? As expected of Fierce Monarch who cultivates the Holy Path of Valor. Your Holy Path of Valor has probably reached the highest level. That's why you said that my Sister Yu Huan is not as good as your Meng family. "
"Oh? So you're saying that you're willing to give up the Divine Path for a child bride? "Fierce Lord's chest heaved slightly, but his tone remained calm.
Fang Yun stared at Xiong Jun and said firmly, "I, Fang Yun, will take my own Saint Path. I don't need Sister Yuhuan to exchange it with me. Your Meng family can't give me the Saint Path! Your entire Meng family can't even compare to my Sister Yu Huan's bowl of medicinal soup. "
Fierce Lord slowly straightened his body and stared at Fang Yun with eyes like an eagle and a wolf. His right hand pressed firmly on the armrest of Wu Hou's carriage and said sternly, "Fang Yun, I thought so highly of you, but I didn't expect you to not know what's good for you and humiliate my Meng family!"
"It's you who thinks too highly of yourself and the Meng family." Fang Yun said indifferently.
"Good! Good! Good! You dare to humiliate my Meng family. Then I'll fight you to the death! The day the Holy Ground ends is the day the news of your death will spread to the world! " Fierce Lord's eyes revealed a strange blood color. That blood colored meteor no longer flashed by and seemed to be constantly circling around his eyes.
Fang Yun's gaze turned cold and said, "Fierce Lord, you don't have to worry. The day the Holy Ground ends, I'll definitely return safely. Since Fierce Lord said that you'll fight me to the death. Then do you dare to wait for me to become Hanlin and have a life and death battle with you? "
"No, you won't have the chance to become Hanlin. I'll never give you the chance. Even if you walk out of the Holy Ground alive! "Fierce Lord suddenly laughed lightly, revealing his white teeth. His eyes were filled with blood light.
The four calligraphy brushes on Wu Hou's carriage suddenly moved and knocked on the inner wall of the brush holder, producing a 'dong dong dong' sound. The ink stone suddenly moved up and down, knocking on the table.
Killing intent in his heart, the ink and brush sought battle!
Liu Zi Zhi who was in the crowd revealed an excited smile. With Fierce Lord's words, Fang Yun would definitely die and the Liu family would be safe.
Li Wenying suddenly stood up and said, "Listening to Fierce Lord's words, you want to kill me, Jingguo Fang Yun?"
Fierce Lord said, "I only said that Fang Yun will die. When did I say that I want to kill him personally? How can I, Meng Lin Tang, not understand this kind of rules? Lord Eastern Sage is a Notre-Dame, how can he let me kill him! "
"Oh, then the day Fang Yun dies, will be the day I exterminate Fierce Lord's ten clans!" Li Wenying said.
"Even if you become a great scholar, you won't be able to do it!"
"I know, I'll kill as many as I can." Li Wenying said as he sat down and slowly drank his wine.
Not far away, a person laughed, "Brother Wenying, I haven't seen you for a long time, your talent has become even more condensed. I don't like to fight and kill. A few days ago, I finished a painting, 《Three Barbarians Expedition Painting》. I'll send it to your residence in a few days. "
Everyone looked at the Lord of Painting, one of the Four Great Scholars of the previous generation. He was a Grand Scholar and could only draw Demon Kings of the same level as himself. However, his Dao of Painting was very profound and could draw even more powerful Great Demon Kings. The Three Barbarians Battle Painting was most likely an army led by three Great Demon Kings. Once the painting was drawn, they could flatten a city in an instant.
"Thank you, Brother Wu." Li Wenying raised his cup to Lord Painting.
Who knew that Lord Painting would take out a scroll and throw it to Fang Yun and said, "This is a painting I made in my early years. It's useless to keep it, you can take a look at it. Your theory of the three sides of Yin and Yang has touched my heart, so don't decline it. "
Countless people's eyes lit up. Fang Yun must have gotten Lord Painting's war painting. Even if it was done in his early years, it would be the best of the best. Lord Painting had entered the third realm of painting many years ago and was trying to break through to the fourth realm. It was very likely that he would become the first master to enter the fifth realm of painting in his lifetime.
Fang Yun put the scroll into his Hubei and said, "Thank you, Lord Painting, for your gift."
Suddenly, a book flew towards Fang Yun. Fang Yun caught it while looking in the direction where the book came from.
The person who threw the book was Shi Jun who went to Jade Sea Literature Academy that day.
Shi Jun nodded and said, "This is 《Records of the Grand Historian》 that I personally copied a few days ago. I'll give it to you as a farewell gift."
Fang Yun was about to thank Shi Jun when two books flew from the War Saint's seat. Fang Yun didn't have time to thank Shi Jun and hurriedly caught them.
The old man who threw the books said, "This is 《Sun Tzu's Art of War》 and 《Sun Bin's Art of War》 that I copied in the past. Although it's not a military book, it should be beneficial to you."
"I picked up an ink stick a few days ago. I'll give it to you." Grand Secretary Kong, who hosted the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday, threw an ink stick casually. The ink stick flew in the air with a slight dragon's roar. The blood-red lines on the surface of the ink stick were actually like dragon patterns.
Fang Yun had Li Wenying's dragon blood ink stick, which was made from the dragon blood of the Demon King. This ink stick was even better. It must be made from the dragon blood of the Great Demon King.
"Our Gongshu Family is good at making small things. This Monocular is for you as a wedding gift!"
A Monocular flew from the direction of the Luban Family's seat. Fang Yun reached out and caught it, placing it into the Hubei Shell.
"I heard that you have some achievements in the way of the zither. This is 《Guangling San》 written by the great scholar Ji Kang himself. I can't bear to give it to you, but I'll lend it to you for three years!" A wooden box flew towards Fang Yun.
Fang Yun caught it and remembered the person.
Following that, a few items flew up one after another.
Fang Yun was touched. He didn't expect so many people to help him when he was the enemy of the Half-saint Family. Among these people, there were indeed people who hated the Fierce King. However, to do this in front of the Fierce King, it was definitely not just hatred, but righteousness.
Fang Yun, who was originally at a disadvantage, was now in an imposing manner. Many people even felt their blood boiling. However, they didn't have much money on hand. Therefore, from time to time, there were people who cheered or praised Fang Yun. They were not afraid of the Fierce King's presence.
At this moment, no one was directly criticizing the Fierce King. However, everyone could see and hear the crowd's condemnation!
Countless people had the same thought: The Fierce King actually wanted to kill a human genius. Unforgivable!
More and more people glared at the Fierce King. A formless righteous aura emerged in everyone's heart.
Suddenly, a young scholar scolded, "Shameless Fierce King, scum of the human race!"
No one responded. After a few breaths, someone suddenly said, "Well said! If the Fierce King kills Fang Yun, everyone has the right to kill him! "
"We, the people of Kong City, have bathed in Kong Saint's kindness. How can we be afraid of such a rascal! The Fierce King is shameless! "
"The Fierce King is shameless!"
"The Fierce King is despicable!"
At first, there weren't many people who shouted. However, soon, more and more people started to shout, forming wave after wave of shouting.
There was a huge force condensing in the sky above Kong City. Anyone who dared to resist this force would be crushed.
The will of the people was like an impregnable fortress.
Liu Zizhi's smile froze on his face. He even looked horrified.
The faces of the Meng family members were as black as the bottom of a pot. Many people wished they could kill themselves. The dignified Half-saint family was actually condemned by everyone. Even Meng Sheng didn't encounter such a thing back then.
Even the strong-willed Fierce King gritted his teeth at this moment and grabbed the armrest tightly with both hands. The anger in his chest could almost burn the dragon-scale armor on his incarnation.
At this moment, the Fierce King's literary gallbladder became slightly blurry and was not as clear as before. It was as if dust had fallen on it.
'Instigating everyone to harm me. I must kill you!' The Fierce King roared in his heart.
Shi Jun took out a brush, ink, paper, and an inkstone. As he wrote, he muttered to himself, "The Ten Nations Holy Ground Literary Meet actually caused widespread condemnation. It will definitely go down in history."
As soon as he said that, everyone was even more delighted while the Meng family members were even more desperate.
Li Fanming couldn't help but slam the table forcefully, giving the rabbit a fright. The people at the side also looked at him.
Li Fanming explained, "Shi Jun has already taken up a post in the 'Institute of History' a few days ago and obtained the title of 'Scribe'. Since he has recorded this matter, the history books of the Ten Nations in the future will definitely include this matter. It's a complete history! Not to mention the Half-saint family, even the aristocratic families of higher status can't erase it. "
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