The two Grand Secretaries were arguing, but the four Grand Secretaries did not speak immediately.
The four Grand Secretaries looked at each other, and each of them was thinking hard. Their talent was quickly depleted, and they were thinking of ways to obtain the temporary rights to "When the Bright Moon Appears".
When the people around them saw them like this, they laughed and chatted softly.
"The Sage Classics can be passed down to the world, but no poem has been passed down to the world for a hundred years. It's worth it to fight for this poem!"
"It's more than worth it! The poem won't be of much use elsewhere, but that's the Notre-Dame. It's the heart of the human race, and there's more of Confucius' talent, Literary Star Power, and Vital Energy of Heaven and Earth in there. Spreading the word of the world will definitely attract more talents and other forces. Wherever the word of the world is spread, the people there will benefit. "
"How much can people benefit from a poem?"
"It shouldn't be too much. It won't even increase by five percent, probably one or two percent. However, it's better than nothing! If the people from the Battle Hall had an excuse, they would definitely come here immediately. "
Li Fanming smiled at Fang Yun and said, "You can put the poem 'Shuidiao Getou' into the Notre-Dame. Once you enter the Notre-Dame, you'll definitely benefit greatly."
"When can I enter the Notre-Dame?"
"You're qualified to enter the Notre-Dame now, but … I suggest you enter after becoming a Jinshi. You must build your own team in Jingguo. The people in the Holy Ground are too diverse, and sometimes it's inconvenient, "Li Fanming said.
Li Fanming did not finish his words, but Fang Yun could tell that the Notre-Dame was too complicated. It was a place where the Sage Clans had been operating for many years. If one wanted to establish a foothold there, they would need to have great power.
After experiencing the Holy Ground, Fang Yun understood a lot more.
The three races were fighting for space to grow. The human race was fighting with the demons and barbarians, and the other races were also fighting among themselves.
Some people stood aloof from worldly affairs, some stopped at a certain point, some fought with all their might, and some used all kinds of methods. They were all different.
Fang Yun knew that in this world, it was impossible for him to stand aloof from worldly affairs. However, he had his own standards. Fighting for himself within his own race was the limit. He could not be unscrupulous, because once he started, he would be unscrupulous. That would not be a battle between scholars, nor a healthy competition, but a disgusting internal strife.
Fighting against the outsiders wasn't just for themselves, but also for the millions of people in the human race. If they were soft-hearted, they wouldn't be able to do anything. Hundreds of millions of human lives would be lost.
Fang Yun had seen too many wars. In the end, there was only victory and defeat. Only victory could stop the other side.
After coming to the Saint Origin World, Fang Yun had studied the Demon and Barbarian Races. These two races worshipped the strong. If the human race couldn't suppress them, if they couldn't hurt them, then they would have to die. If they couldn't convince them that they were invincible, they would forever treat humans as food and slaves.
The human race was different. Fang Yun discovered that the human race had always been fighting among themselves, but it was always controlled to a certain extent. Once that limit was exceeded, the Saints would definitely interfere. However, even with the protection of the Saints. The human race would still often do things out of line. This was the nature of all living beings. Even the mechanical beasts could lose control, let alone the emotional human race.
Fang Yun looked at the four scholars with a smile. These four people were not unscrupulous, nor were they fighting with all their might. They were just stopping at a certain point. The Notre-Dame and the Saints would not object, but would even support this kind of fighting.
Li Wenying shook his head helplessly and said, "You four shouldn't fight. Everything will be decided by Fang Yun."
Who knew that Grand Scholar Dai would say angrily, "Who stole the original manuscript of 'Tales of a Pillow' and let people curse outside your house? Stop being sarcastic! "
"Cough cough …" Li Wenying's face turned red. He kept coughing.
The crowd burst into laughter. It was rare to see something that could make Li Wenying blush.
At this moment, another group of people came from the front. They were also carrying war poems.
"Oh no!"
"Oh no!"
"Quick, strike first and gain the upper hand!"
The four scholars looked over and immediately rushed toward Fang Yun. However, they found that Fang Yun was empty-handed and did not know what to do.
"The item is with me." Li Wenying smiled.
"Quickly hand it over. You are from the Battle Hall. It is useless for you to keep it!"
"Fang Yun asked you to send it to the Hall of Ancient Records. You can't go back on your words!"
Li Wenying smiled but did not say anything. The four scholars were anxious. Li Wenying's fierce reputation was too well-known. Moreover, Li Wenying's mouth was emitting a strange fragrance. It was obvious that he was one step away from becoming a great scholar. Even if the four of them worked together, they might not be able to defeat him.
Soon, a new group of people arrived. The four Grand Scholars who arrived first looked at the new group.
Among the group of newcomers, the one in the lead was a plump Grand Scholar with a smile on his face. He then spoke, "Everyone, please disperse. The Eastern Sage has given the order that the treasures of the human race will be temporarily guarded by the Eastern Sage Pavilion."
"Greetings, Grand Scholar Yan!" Many people greeted him.
"Sigh … Despicable! How despicable! "Grand Secretary Yu didn't know who he was referring to, so he shook his head and left with his people.
"Old Yu is right!" Grand Scholar Du left with hatred.
The two scholars from the Hall of Ancient Records looked at each other. Grand Scholar Wang asked, "Fatty Yan, is there no room for discussion?"
"What do you think?" Grand Scholar Yan was still smiling.
"Sigh, let's go." The two scholars left helplessly.
Grand Secretary Yan's gaze swept across the crowd before landing on Fang Yun's face. He smiled, "The Eastern Sage said that your poetry is very good and that you have obtained many things in the Holy Ground. Coincidentally, he is lacking a Thunder Rumbling Stone. I wonder if Fang Zhenguo is willing to part with it?"
Fang Yun was stunned. The Eastern Sage did not seem like someone who would take advantage of a burning house. However, after thinking about it carefully, he understood.
The Eastern Sage was looking for an excuse to owe him something and a favor!
In the past, although Fang Yun had many things, they were either not worth asking for or were not easy to ask for. For example, a poem like 'Shuidiao Getou' was too valuable to scholars. If the Eastern Sage asked for it, it would be too much.
Now that Fang Yun had the Thunder Rock, he might not be able to obtain it even if he opened the Holy Ground ten times. Although it was only useful to Wen Baoqin and its actual value was limited, it was too rare. Even the aristocratic clans would find it hard to obtain it. It was reasonable for the Eastern Sage to ask for one.
Not only for Fang Yun, the others were the same as well. They were all stunned for a moment before they understood Eastern Sage's intention. All of them stared at Fang Yun with envy, wanting nothing more than to be able to get something from Eastern Sage.
Fang Yun took the River Shade Shell from Li Wenying and took out a Thunder Rock, "It's just a rock. Since the Eastern Sage wants it, just take it."
Fatty Yan smiled, "Is the Eastern Sage someone who would take other people's things for free? The price is one million taels of silver. "
One million taels of silver was not a small amount. But it was definitely not enough to buy a Thunder Rock. It was also impossible for anyone to sell a Thunder Rock for money.
"This … If the Eastern Sage wants to buy it with money, I can only say that I'm sorry. This item will not be sold for money." Fang Yun said.
Fatty Yan said regretfully, "That's true. It's a pity to sell such a good item for money. But the Eastern Sage doesn't have what you need now. How about this, you give the Thunder Rock to the Eastern Sage first. When the Eastern Sage has what you need, he will exchange it with you. You should trust the Eastern Sage's promise, right?"
"Naturally! The Eastern Sage has a good reputation. I naturally trust you. "Fang Yun passed the Thunder Rock to Grand Secretary Yan.
"Okay." Fatty Yan smiled as he carefully received the Thunder Rock.
Xun Ye was in a daze for quite some time as he watched the Thunder Rock disappear into the River Shade Shell. He let out a soft sigh.
As a disciple of a secondary saint clan, it was destined that even in the Saint Ground, Xun Ye could only attack with words and use etiquette to find flaws. Outside of the Saint Ground, even if he wanted to harm Fang Yun, he could only spread rumors about Fang Yun's harvest, indirectly harming Fang Yun. Unless there was no other choice, he would never personally go up against Fang Yun.
It was forgivable for a disciple of a secondary saint clan to sow discord or indirectly target Fang Yun. But if he went overboard, the Xun Clan would not tolerate him because the Xun Clan was not a school of miscellany.
Although the Xun Clan did not like Fang Yun's innate goodness, if they really could not suppress Fang Yun, they could still tolerate Fang Yun. At most, they would treat Fang Yun as the backbone of Mencius' line of thought. Because of his innate evil nature, it was not even one of Xun Zi's main ideologies but one of his main ideologies. Not to mention the fact that Fang Yun could not completely deny it, even if he did deny it one day, it would be the legendary "sanctification". Inheriting Xun Zi's unfulfilled will, the Xun Clan could only pinch their noses and praise Fang Yun.
Xun Ye knew in his heart that he could occasionally help those who wanted to harm Fang Yun, or purposely leak Fang Yun's matters like today. But if he stood out like the Fierce Prince and said that he wanted to kill Fang Yun, or secretly prepared to amass strength to harm Fang Yun, it would become "unscrupulous". Xun Clan would cripple him before Fang Yun even made a move.
"It's a pity that not only me, but even the Fierce Prince does not dare to use extreme methods. A holy sword hangs over our heads. Unless we have no other way out and want to perish together with Fang Yun, or in ancient places like the Holy Ground, we have to be careful. That day, Eastern Sage dared to kill the Great Confucian disciple of the Zong Sheng for Fang Yun, and now he dares to kill me. "Xun Ye's heart was filled with regret.
Then, Li Wenying passed the original text of Shuidiao Getou to Grand Secretary Yan, temporarily leaving this world-famous poem in the hands of the Notre-Dame.
"I'll take my leave first. Everyone, please help yourselves." Grand Secretary Yan finished speaking and left suavely.
Li Fanming couldn't help but say, "Xun Ye, I thank you on behalf of Fang Yun! If you didn't announce Fang Yun's gains in the Holy Ground, Eastern Sage probably wouldn't have had the chance to ask for the Thunder Stone, and wouldn't have had the chance to owe Fang Yun a favor! "
Xun Ye smiled and said, "I've already said that I've been helping Fang Yun, but many people didn't believe me and wanted me to confess. Fang Yun, Fanming has already said so, what are you going to use to thank me? "
"Oh? Do you really want my gift of thanks? "Fang Yun asked curiously.
"Of course I do!" Xun Ye still had a refined and courteous look.
"Alright then, after we finish touring Luhuan Gong Temple, I'll give you a big gift!" Fang Yun dao.
"Then I'll wait." Xun Ye said indifferently.
The Kongcheng official shouted, "Students, please get on the carriage and follow me to Luhuan Gong Temple."
The Kong Family had prepared all kinds of flood dragon carriages. More than thirty people were seated in three different carriages. They were ready to witness the famous story recorded in Xun Zi. Confucius was in the temple of Duke Huan of Lu. They wanted to witness the holy object that was praised by Confucius and visited by many disciples of Half-Sages.
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