The Fang Clan was a famous clan in the Great Source House. After Fang Yun and the others landed in the courtyard, the Fang Clan didn't panic at all and welcomed them in an orderly manner.
Everyone entered the main hall and sat down at two tables to eat and chat.
Because Fang Yun was going to take the imperial examination tomorrow, everyone gave up on drinking wine and went to Fang Shouye's study to drink tea and discuss their papers.
Starting from the Three Graves, the Five Classics, the Eight Chains, and the Nine Hills, they talked about ancient secrets, anecdotes of various worlds, the nature of monsters and barbarians, and about scriptures and essays. Apart from his understanding of the Divine Path, Fang Yun wasn't inferior to these people in other aspects, and they chatted happily.
When it was close to midnight, Fang Yun got up to rest, and the small gathering finally ended.
Under the guidance of the Fang Clan's servants, Fang Yun came to his guest room. His bookcase was neatly placed on the table, but he didn't move. He took off his clothes and went to bed.
Fang Yun looked down at the mist butterfly in his arms. This little thing still hadn't woken up, and its form had changed. It was stuck to Fang Yun's chest like a tattoo.
"It must be because I ate too many sacred fruits."
Fang Yun shook his head and then lay on the bed. He quickly memorized the important books of the saints in his mind and then slowly fell asleep.
The sky was slightly bright, and the sound of roosters could be heard. Fang Yun got up.
After putting on his clothes, Fang Yun casually waved his hand and used the power of the dragon balls to summon a handful of water to wash his face.
Fang Yun's strength had increased, and he had already reached the realm of being untainted. The water that washed his face was still clean, and it was pushed away by an invisible force and fell to the ground.
Fang Yun opened the door and stretched his body in the courtyard. Then, he returned to his room and went through all the important books in his mind just like before he went to bed. At the same time, he also read his poems, scriptures, and essays again.
When he was done, the sky was already bright.
Li Fanming sent a letter asking about Fang Yun's whereabouts. They had already arrived at the Great Source House. They prepared to send Fang Yun to the examination together. At the same time, they told him a piece of good news. They had been cultivating in the River of Enlightenment for many days and had improved significantly in all aspects.
This was especially true for Literary Courage. It was extremely difficult for scholars to improve their Literary Courage, but the Comet Corridor was extremely powerful. Only a few people had hopes of entering the second realm of Literary Courage within three years. Yan Yukong had even successfully entered the second realm of Literary Courage yesterday.
Fang Yun had agreed to meet at a place not far from the State Academy of Arts.
Not long after, the servants of the Fang family came to have breakfast with Fang Yun. Fang Yun thanked him and left.
Walking to the courtyard outside the main hall, Fang Yun heard the people inside discussing heatedly.
Fang Yun looked around carefully and found that almost everyone was holding a new copy of the Holy Path or Wen Pao. The smell of ink on the pages could be smelled from afar.
"Fang Wenhou is here!"
"Fang Shier is here!"
"Greetings to Fang Wenba!" Dong Wencong said half-jokingly.
Fang Yun was a little confused. When did he have the nicknames "Fang Shier" and "Fang Wenba"?
Fang Yun found that everyone was laughing happily. He said, "What's the big deal about today's Holy Path or Wen Pao?"
"If you're not included, it's not a big deal. Look at the front page of Wen Pao! "Dong Wencong looked at Fang Yun with envy and threw the Wen Pao to Fang Yun.
Fang Yun reached out and caught it. He looked at the front page first.
"Mad Monarch Fang Yun's Wen Pao's Holy Path. Twelve articles shock the world!"
Fang Yun couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. Wen Pao was different from Holy Path. Holy Path was an academic publication. It emphasized seriousness and truth, while Wen Pao was aimed at everyone in the Saint Origin World. Its headlines were always shocking.
"Look at the table of contents of Holy Path and the poems." Feng Zimo handed over today's Holy Path.
Fang Yun took it and flipped to the table of contents. At the end of the table of contents for the first eleven chapters, all of them had the name "Fang Yun".
"Why are there only eleven?" Fang Yun asked.
"Look, I knew he wouldn't be satisfied! Only eleven? He's showing off! "Dong Wencong said.
"The score of your 'Order of the General' is at the back. There are twelve pieces in total! It's unprecedented and will definitely be unparalleled in the future. I'm afraid the literati of the Ten Nations have gone crazy. "
"We all hope that you can come to the Holy Ground again and write so many good poems."
"Look, 'Moon Gazing Huaiyuan', 'Sighing of Chang' e ',' Mountain Pass', 'Wind and Rain Dream Battle', 'Cloud Tree', 'Song Shi', 'Green Pine', 'Song Song', 'Memory of Qin People', 'Night Attack', 'Shuidiao Getou', and the last score of 'Order of the General'. There are exactly twelve pieces."
"Wen Pao's Wen Pao's name is known all over the world!" Feng Zimo couldn't help but laugh.
The others laughed too. It was obviously not appropriate to use the words "Wen Pao" or "Wen Pao" to describe people, but it seemed to be pleasing to the ears when used on Fang Yun.
"Don't make fun of me."
"How can this be called making fun of you? After your 'Holy Path' became famous in August with the poems' Soaring Dragon 'and' Immortals at the Magpie Bridge ', a few scholars in Gyeongo and Wu Guo said that it was your last glory and that it was just a flash in the pan. They said that your' Holy Path 'in September would definitely be dull and dull. But you've done well. First, you shone in the Holy Ground Mid-Autumn Literary Meet, then you outperformed Gyeongo. Today, you dominated all twelve pieces of 'Holy Path' and taught those people an unforgettable lesson. "
"Every month, there will be people cursing you, but every month, you can shut their mouths. Great!"
"Now, the people of the Ten Nations will definitely not believe the nonsense of those people. You may keep a low profile in the future, but we believe that you will eventually rise! Literary tyrant 'Holy Path' has appeared once, there will definitely be a second time! "
"Yes. If there is Fang Twelve, there will definitely be Fang Thirteen! Fang Shisi! "
"We'll wait for your next poem!" Feng Zimo said.
"No, we'll wait for the 'Holy Path' poem!"
Lu Hongyi's position was the highest. He had not spoken, but he could not help but nod slightly at the end.
"Thank you, everyone!" Fang Yun's heart was filled with warmth.
"Okay, hurry up and eat breakfast, then go participate in the High Scholar Examinations. Don't let today's glory go to your head! "Dong Wencong was all smiles, unable to contain the joy in her heart.
"Of course." Fang Yun was still a little excited. The glory of 'Holy Path' among the twelve poems was even higher than that of the High Scholar Examinations.
"Your hometown in Ji County is going to have a new memorial arch, and it's going to be a twelve-story building! It's going to be the best in the world! "
"I can't help but want to see it."
Dong Wencong smiled and said, "Speaking of the memorial arch, let me tell you something interesting. After Fang Yun became a High Scholar, at the beginning of April, the imperial court and the Notre-Dame sent a team of people to help him build a memorial arch. After the construction, some of them returned to Kong City, while others returned to the capital. On the first day of May, the new 'Holy Path' was released, and the memorial arch was to be built. The original team had no choice but to return. At the end of May, the new memorial arch was completed, and they returned home again. However, halfway there, they had no choice but to return to Ji County to continue building the memorial arch. At the end of June, they learned their lesson and did not leave. As expected, you still have the 'Holy Path'. Now, the Notre-Dame and the Ministry of Works have given special permission for the team to stay in Ji County. Every month, they will build a memorial arch for you, and it will be rotated once a year. "
"Is that true?" Yu Xingshu asked.
Fang Yun nodded helplessly and said, "What Lord Dong said is true. Cai He, County Magistrate Cai, sent a letter to me and told me about this. In their free time, those people even helped to design and build the buildings around the Enlightenment River. "
"Interesting." Lu Hongyi's face that had not smiled for ten thousand years finally showed a smile.
Feng Zimo smiled and said, "Now that 'Holy Path' is out, those people who designed the memorial arch and the craftsmen probably hate Fang Wenhou to death. The memorial arch's requirements are different, and because it needs to last for a thousand years, the construction has to be meticulous. It will take less than three months. They might not be able to finish it. "
"If it were me, I would be angry too. Fang Yun's' Second Literary Example ',' Second Four Compliments', 'City Banquet', and so on all require more than three months to build a memorial arch. It might not even be finished in four months!"
Dong Wencong said, "You are not in charge of a region. I don't know the details, but the imperial court has already upgraded Fang Yun's memorial arch. All the memorial arches will be built according to the standard of three thousand years. The carvings of the memorial arches will also be of a higher quality. The old ones will have to be rebuilt, and another team will be sent. "
"Fang Shi 'er has caused a lot of trouble!" Fang Shouye joked.
Everyone chatted and laughed as they happily finished their breakfast.
After breakfast. Madam Fang called Fang Yun to the side and took out a basket. Inside it was food that did not spoil. It was for Fang Yun to eat for the next three days. There was water, steamed buns, jerky, smoked meat, and other simple foods.
Fang Yun thanked Madam Fang and put them away.
When it was time, everyone went out with Fang Yun and took many carriages to the academy.
Fang Yun originally wanted to revise his homework in the carriage, but it was too crowded outside, so he gave up on that idea.
Fang Yun realized that the Dayuan Residence was especially lively today. It was comparable to the City Banquet in the Jade Sea Prefecture a few days ago. Every time they passed by a street, they would see Dayuan City's citizens dragging their families toward the Wen Institute.
"Let's go and see Fang Zhenguo!" Many children were jumping around excitedly.
"My mother said that if I see Fang Zhenguo, I can become a scholar!"
"Hehe, my mother said that if I see Fang Zhenguo, I can become a scholar."
"Stop bragging. Even if you become Fang Zhenguo's godson, you won't become a scholar."
"Mother, he scolded me. Boohoo …" A seven-year-old child cried on the street.
The adults at the side laughed.
The carriage slowed down because there were too many people heading toward the Wen Institute.
Fang Yun shook his head. He was glad that he had asked Yan Yukong and the others to wait for him at the Wen Institute. If they had waited at the entrance of the Wen Institute, they probably wouldn't have been able to see each other.
Not long after, the carriage arrived. Fang Yun looked out of the window and saw that half of the street was completely blocked.
Fang Yun didn't know what was going on, so he gestured to a familiar-looking bookstore clerk and asked, "What's going on over there?"
The clerk was stunned and pointed at Fang Yun. His face was red and he couldn't say anything.
Fang Yun was about to say something when the clerk shouted, "Fang Yun is here!" After shouting, the clerk was stunned and slapped himself.
Swish swish swish …
Seven ancient swords were placed on the clerk's neck.
The clerk was so scared that his legs went soft. He explained with a long face, "Don't kill me, I'm one of you! The people inside were waiting for Fang Yun. I was dumbfounded and shouted out loud. I … I'm a third-generation citizen. Lord … Lord Wen Hou knows me! If you don't believe me, ask him! "
Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hurriedly said, "Thank you, Lords. I do know this person. He shouldn't be a traitor."
The clerk swore, "Traitors, your whole family will die! Demons and barbarians will die! "
"Where is Fang Yun?" The people in front of the door rushed over.
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