The full moon hung high in the sky and the stars were sparse.
Those who had been bullied by Fierce Emperor clapped their hands in joy.
The High Scholars who were about to enter the Holy Ground were also discussing.
One of the High Scholars sneered, "This Fierce Emperor is used to being arrogant in Wu Guo. He has underestimated the people of Kong City and Fang Yun's Literary Name! Even if a great Confucian dared to do such a thing, he would definitely be condemned by the people of Kong City! Unfortunately, he is still cautious and doesn't dare to admit that he killed Fang Yun. Otherwise, Lord Eastern Sage would definitely kill him! "
"He didn't say it, but he didn't say that he wouldn't use other methods to harm Fang Yun. As expected of Fierce Emperor, he knows the consequences of nurturing a tiger and won't give his opponent any chance. Unfortunately, Fang Yun is in danger. "
"Fierce Emperor dares to say that Fang Yun won't be able to leave the Holy Ground. He must have some tricks up his sleeves. Eight years ago, he entered the Holy Ground and must have found something incredible. If he kills Fang Yun in the Holy Ground, even Half-saint won't be able to avenge Fang Yun. "
"So what if he has tricks up his sleeves? The power of the Holy Ground is exceptionally strong this year. Just a hundred of us will exhaust a large amount of Notre-Dame's talent. If a Grand Scholar sneaks in, the amount of talent consumed will be equivalent to a hundred people. Other than the Kong Saint Aristocratic Family and the six secondary saint aristocratic families, none of the Ten Nations and Half-saint aristocratic families would be willing to send a Grand Scholar. Fierce Emperor is a Hanlin Scholar and is above a Grand Scholar. To enter the Holy Ground, he needs to gather the power of all the saint aristocratic families. Therefore, it's impossible for him to enter! "someone said.
"Maybe he has other tricks up his sleeves. We can't underestimate the people of the world."
The scolding gradually died down. Fierce Emperor was still sitting on Wu Hou's carriage.
Those scholars who were above Hanlin Scholar could feel the vibrations of the vital qi around Fierce Emperor. He was resisting the power of the Fury of the Masses and even heard the sound of his courage moving.
No matter how strong Fierce Emperor was, it was extremely difficult for him to resist the Fury of the Masses.
Meng Li said softly, "Lin Hall. Admit your mistake. Whether it's true or not, the Fury of the Masses won't target you anymore. Why are you still holding on? "
Fierce Emperor's eyes were like ice as he said, "He rejected my kindness and insulted the Meng family. He is to blame! "
Meng Linyu was just about to persuade him when he suddenly recalled something and said, "You're right! Fang Yun was an animal with no morals. The half-step saint family was the leader of the human race. He would be punished by the heavens for slandering them like this! I must contact the living beings of the Ritual Institute. .............. "
Meng Li.......
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"Oh?" Fierce Monarch looked at his brother who was a Grand Scholar.
"Yesterday at the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Gathering in Kong City, he was framed by the Gongyang family and the Liu family and was forced to write three poems in a row. No matter how talented he is, it is impossible for him to write any good poems today. Whether it was Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, Sun Naiyong, or Zong Wude. ............................... to..... to......
. Fierce Emperor nodded.
Meng Li smiled. "Fang Yun's literary rank is too low. Even if his poems become the Nation Guardian and surpass everyone else, his strength in the Holy Ground would only be in the top ten. He would still be slightly weaker than Yan Yukong and the others. Unless he can become the Nation Guardian and obtain the power of the Moon Essence. Only then would he be qualified to be on par with the top three. However, it is impossible for him to do so! "
Fierce Emperor looked at the High Scholars who were about to enter the Holy Ground. He looked at Fang Yun and finally at the night sky. It seemed like there was still no one in this world who could enter his eyes.
On the stage, the master of ceremonies smiled again and said, "May the five of you please write your poems using the Moon Festival as the theme. The Holy Ground Literary Festival has not produced a Nation Guardian poem for almost a hundred years. I hope the five of you can make this year's Holy Ground Literary Festival go down in history! Please! "
Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, Sun Naiyong, and Fang Yun immediately walked to their respective tables. Only Zong Wude. At first, he was stunned. Then, he looked at the master of ceremonies resentfully and silently walked to his own table.
Zong Wude grumbled softly as he walked, "I knew it would be bad luck to be on the same stage as Fang Yun! The top four have been introduced. I am the only one left! Fierce Emperor is deliberately causing trouble for me, right? My Literary Name! "
Yan Yukong and the others could not help but laugh. Fang Yun also smiled. Although the number one person in the School of Miscellany, Zong Sheng, was Zong Wude's great-grandfather and the School of Miscellany was against him, Zong Wude was not like the others who wanted to kill Fang Yun. He did not have any hostility.
The master of ceremonies looked ashamed. However, the five of them were about to start writing. He could not disturb them with his words. He could only say softly, "Young Master Zong, I am sorry. I was too careless. When the Lords appreciate your work, I will definitely introduce you."
"Don't forget that I have worked hard for three years for today's Literary Name!" Zong Wude appeared very magnanimous.
The five of them slowly ground the ink, and the aroma of the ink wafted.
The luminous pearls suspended above the high platform dimmed again, and the entire high platform became dim.
Everyone stared in front of the five people and waited quietly to see how high their talent could be.
Yan Yukong was the first to start writing. He only wrote a few lines, and his talent appeared.
The others initially wanted to start writing, but they all wanted to see the poem of the top scholar of the Ten Nations. Hence, they did not start writing and instead looked at it together.
Soon, Yan Yukong stopped writing and completed the poem. The orange talent hovered above the paper and rushed past three feet to reach three feet and four inches. The poem was about Mingzhou.
The ancient trees in the Confucius Academy swayed their branches and leaves fell.
Thunderous cheers resounded. Everyone was congratulating the Mingzhou scholar.
Yan Yukong nodded slightly and then looked at the others. "I advise you guys to write before Fang Yun starts."
Zong Wude thought of the tragic encounter just now and hurriedly said, "Don't write yet. If you write first, others will forget about us! I owe you a favor! "
Sun Naiyong said, "My Granduncle just gave you two books, you can't kick him to the curb after he's outlived his usefulness."
Fang Yun smiled helplessly and said, "You guys go ahead and write, I'll wait."
Four people with extraordinary auras were seated at a table below the stage. They were the four great scholars of the current generation.
Lord Ci smiled and said, "Lord Yin, you look different every time I see you. What's your name? However, you seem to be very interested in Fang Yun. The three of us definitely can't invite you to join us. "
Lord Yin remained silent and looked at the stage.
Lord Ci didn't mind and said to Shi Jun, "Huaijiang, you've always thought highly of Fang Yun. How good do you think his poem today will be? Mingzhou? Zhenguo? "
"I'm Shi Jun. I'm not Lord Yi, how can I calculate it? However, he's at least from Mingzhou, "Shi Jun said.
Ci Jun smiled and turned to look at Shi Jun, saying, "Jingdao. How do you feel when you see Fang Yun and Fierce Monarch as enemies and the three of you treat each other as enemies? "
Shi Jun rolled her eyes at Lord Ci and said, "Although Fang Yun and I have a grudge, we can't be considered enemies. It's a literary battle between us. Fierce Lord, on the other hand, threatened to take the position of the four great scholars with his mere Hanlin position. Suppressing my Literary Name, obstructing my Divine Path, and speaking arrogantly. It's already beyond literary battle. It's not an exaggeration to say that he's my enemy. "
"Then the matter between you and Fang Yun has to be settled!" The smile on Lord Ci's face disappeared. He said slowly.
Shi Jun looked at Lord Ci and sighed softly. She said, "We've known each other for so many years. How can I not see through your intentions? I'm Lord Shi of the human race and also Lord Shi of Gyeongo. My disciple died because of him. I can't let it go. "
"Fang Yun's achievements are definitely above yours and mine. Whether Fang Yun is hurt because of you or you are hurt because of Fang Yun, I don't want to see it. If you don't make a decision today, then I will, "Lord Ci said.
Shi Jun was silent. She knew that if she insisted, their friendship would be completely broken.
Not long after, Shi Jun said solemnly, "If his poem becomes Mingzhou, then it proves that he's just so-so. I'll continue to insist. If his poem becomes Zhenguo, then all the grudges from before will disappear. I won't make things difficult for him anymore. If his poem becomes world famous, then I'm blind. I shouldn't suppress such a talented Literary Name. I'll apologize to him and guard Two Boundaries Mountain. I'll never leave the mountain until I become a great scholar! "
"Alright! If you go to Two Boundaries Mountain, I'll accompany you for a lifetime! Our poems show the true colors of men when used on demons and barbarians! Fierce Monarchs, even if they're more talented than you and me, are no better than ants in my eyes! "
"You …" Shi Jun originally thought that her old friend valued benefits over friendship because of the rise of Fang Yun. However, after hearing what he said, she realized that Lord Ci really wanted to resolve the grudges between him and Fang Yun. Her eyes flickered.
Shi Jun couldn't say anything. She raised her wine cup and drank it to Lord Ci.
Lord Ci also drank the wine in his cup. When he heard the cheers, he looked at the stage.
Zong Wude and the other two finished their two poems and one poem. Their Qi of talent was over three feet. All of them were about Mingzhou. The trees in the academy shook even more violently. The leaves fell like rain.
Four three-foot tall Qi of talent were placed there. It was an extremely strong visual impact to the scholars in Kong City. Countless people cheered and praised.
"Can I write now?" Fang Yun asked.
"Wait for another hundred breaths. I haven't heard enough of their cheers." Zong Wude was full of smiles.
Fang Yun ignored Zong Wude. He picked up the brush and steadily wrote the title of the poem, "Shuidiao Getou" at the beginning.
The four people and the emcee immediately walked behind Fang Yun without caring about their image. They craned their necks to look.
Li Wenying, Zu Yuanhe, Li Fanming, and the people of Jingguo all stood up. The big rabbit also stood up and climbed onto Li Fanming's shoulder. Its two long ears stood up straight.
The rest of the guests remained seated.
Fang Yun picked up the brush and wrote.
When will the moon be bright? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the blue sky.
The piece of paper started to float slowly. The Qi of talent on the paper was not like other people's. It was rolling and rising, as if a dragon of Qi of talent was about to soar into the sky. Then, a cloud of Qi of talent appeared under the paper.
"The Qi of talent has become a cloud! The paper is suspended in the air! It's a phenomenon that will spread throughout the world! There are two kinds of phenomena just by writing two sentences. If the whole poem is completed, it will be amazing! "Lord Ci couldn't help but shout in a low voice. He suddenly stood up.
Even Lord Ci was so excited. The others were even more excited.
The people of the Mo family stood up. The people of the War Saint family stood up. The people of the Zu family stood up … Groups of guests stood up.
Even the scholar of the Kong family pushed his chair away and stood up, afraid that the chair would block him.
Hundreds of thousands of people stretched their necks like chicks waiting for their mother to feed them.
All the ancient trees in the Confucius Academy shook violently. The Qi of talent was so crazy that the leaves were not falling but flying.
Fang Yun continued writing.
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