The silver First Ominous Moon suddenly trembled as cracks appeared all over its body. Flames flickered within the cracks.
Then, the entire First Ominous Moon shrunk rapidly. Black and red swallowed the silver and condensed into the size of a person. It completely enveloped Fang Yun and then exploded.
The entire Hundred Coffin Island trembled slightly. Then, with Fang Yun as the center, a blinding light exploded. Endless gales swept in all directions. Terrifying shockwaves rippled out continuously, sweeping across the entire world.
Heaven's Might descended!
The Bei Yi Emperor in the distance felt as if he was hit by an invisible battering ram and kept retreating.
This was a power close to Saint's Might.
Just this one attack was enough to completely destroy an entire continent.
In the midst of the gales, the Bei Yi Emperor looked at Fang Yun.
At the same time, the Saint Origin Continent's Saint Apricot Literary Gathering was coming to an end.
Generally speaking, the Scholarly Meeting would end around midnight. However, there were still no changes to the Sheng Apricot Scholarly Meeting even after midnight.
Not only were the scholars in the gathering thinking about how to recite Fang Yun, but even the people of Saint Origin Continent were thinking about it.
On the rankings, there was an endless stream of poems that were all about Fang Yun.
There were always poems that took the opportunity to slander Fang Yun, but they were like a drop in the ocean, drowning in the sea of people.
Although 99% of the poems in this vast sea were crude poems.
At the beginning of the gathering, there weren't many poems on the rankings. However, as the situation developed, the non-scholars found out that they could also write poems and couldn't stop themselves.
The scholars gradually found out about the main purpose of the gathering and tried their best to persuade everyone to write poems. Thus, the people of Saint Origin Continent went into an unprecedented frenzy. Their whole families went to the Academy of Literature or looked for scholars to write poems.
From five to eight year olds to seventy to eighty year olds, there were all kinds of people. Many people didn't even know how to write poems, but they knew how to recite them smoothly. This led to a large number of recitals appearing on the rankings. The scholars of Saint Origin Continent laughed until they were numb.
Many of the recitals didn't have a proper rhythm, but they had simple wisdom and beauty. They could still form a small amount of Talent Qi.
The Talent Qi Sun hanging high above the Academy of Literature was already a thousand zhang tall and continued to rise. Its light had already covered the entire Saint Origin Continent.
It was not until three o 'clock in the morning that the mood of the human race was replaced by sleepiness, and the number of poems on the ranking board decreased.
When it was five o 'clock in the morning, no one was composing any poems at the gathering.
After an entire night, the scholars present did not look tired at all. Instead, their eyes were shining brightly.
This was because hundreds of Saint Apricots would be distributed to everyone.
According to the legends, one could become a Grand Scholar by eating one of those pills.
On the platform of the Wen Meeting, Li Wenying smiled and said, "Before the Wen Meeting, my colleagues and I discussed the details of this Wen Meeting. Most of us speculated that the Wen Meeting would end between Zi and Chou. Who knew that the human race would be so hospitable that they have not stopped composing poems until now. It was a blessing for the human race to have such a flourishing literary culture in Saint Origin World. I believe that everyone can't wait any longer. In that case, the Literary Gathering will enter the final step of judging the poems and essays and distributing the Sacred Apricots. "
Many people cheered, but suddenly, a young Grand Scholar of Qi Nation stood up and said loudly, "I'm not talented, but I've admired Duke Jian Mei for many years. I've traveled thousands of miles just to read Duke Jian Mei's works. Why didn't Duke of Jianmei compose a poem until the end of the gathering? I don't know if it's because Duke Jian Mei can't compose poems, or if it's like what the rumors say, that you're not on good terms with Fang Xusheng. I hope Duke Jian Mei can show us his poetic talent and let us experience the elegance of Jingguo's Eagle! "
Before Li Wenying could speak, many scholars had already begun to echo his words.
Most of them were from Gyeongo.
However, most of the people present looked at the Grand Scholar of Qi Nation. Almost everyone realized that this person had an unclear relationship with Gyeongo. He might even be a spy that Gyeongo had planted in Qi Nation.
At this moment, some of the Grand Scholars and Great Scholars of Gyeongo also echoed his words.
"Duke Jian Mei, I think you shouldn't decline."
"Brother Wenying, don't you want to help Fang Yun?"
"What a beautiful day. We only need a poem from you."
The people of Gyeongo wanted to force Li Wenying to abdicate his position. The people of Jingguo didn't know how to retaliate. They definitely couldn't let Li Wenying compose a poem at this moment. However, if they said it and Li Wenying wanted to compose another poem, they would become a joke.
The scholars of various countries looked at Gyeongo's seats. Most of them were looking at one person.
Ji Anchang, the Grand Scholar of Gyeongo in the past. He was now a Great Scholar. His poems had once dominated Jingguo.
At this moment, Ji Anchang didn't say a word. He just smiled and sipped his tea.
Zong Xueyan said, "Duke Jian Mei, there are so many scholars who want you to compose a poem. They aren't slandering Fang Yun. Please don't kill them!"
Many people of Jingguo were dissatisfied. However, they couldn't make a decision without Li Wenying's words. They could only scold the people of Gyeongo for being despicable.
Li Wenying looked at the people of Gyeongo calmly.
When the voices died down, Li Wenying nodded slightly and said, "I am the host of this literary competition. I don't want to compose a poem on the spot. I only want to present a poem to Fang Yun after the competition. However, since everyone wants me to compose a poem in advance, I will compose a poem on the spot to honor everyone. Of course, I have already received the Sacred Apricot from Fang Yun. I will not compete with you for a spot in this literary competition. Give me a brush! "
The wind and clouds gathered and dispersed in the sky above the literary courtyard.
A Great Scholar's thought could turn the spring wind into rain or snow in midsummer.
The people below the stage immediately carried the table and the Four Treasures of the Study to the stage.
All the scholars held their breaths. Even the sound of the wind blowing the apricot leaves could be heard clearly.
Countless people of Gyeongo smiled as if they were waiting for a good show.
However, the people of Jingguo were the opposite. Each of them was more nervous than the other, but they were also more excited than the other.
Before Fang Yun became famous, Li Wenying was the hope of Jingguo. Everyone hoped that Li Wenying would be the next Chen Sheng to fill the gap in Jingguo.
Li Wenying did not disappoint everyone. He walked step by step on the path of the Divine Path. Even if Fang Yun appeared out of nowhere, his brilliance could not be overshadowed.
Unfortunately, everyone knew that Li Wenying's literary skills were unparalleled. However, he could only be considered outstanding in poetry. He could never be the best in the entire human race.
The scholars of the human race would often be ranked according to their literary talents. Li Wenying had never been in the top ten.
The table was placed in front of Li Wenying. The officials beside him helped to grind the ink.
Li Wenying did not hold a brush. Instead, he calmly scanned the venue.
His eyebrows were sword-like, making him look even sharper.
"The literary competition is about to end. After I finish my poem, I will naturally share the apricot. I wonder if any of the Gyeongo scholars have any opinions? Say them all and I will accept them all!"
In the venue, countless people took deep breaths. The domineering Li Wenying was back.
Many Gyeongo scholars were so scared that they did not even dare to breathe. They were afraid that Li Wenying's gaze would become the sword of his tongue.
Zong Xueyan laughed and said, "Since this literary competition is about reciting Fang Yun, as long as it hasn't ended, anyone can come forward. Perhaps, after the Duke of Jian Mei's poem, it will stimulate everyone's thoughts and create a poem that can be passed down to the world. Why not? "
Li Wenying nodded slightly and said, "Then I will throw a brick to attract jade. Everyone, take this!"
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