In the Bright Moon Hotel in Xun County, not everyone admitted their mistake. Some people held their heads high with only anger in their eyes and no fear.
These people were all from the Xun family. There were two Hanlin Scholars, seven Jinshi, and more than twenty High Scholars.
"Useless! Just a mere Fang Yun and Recital of Heaven's Will is enough to scare you to this extent! "
Hanlin, who was the first to admit his mistake, said, "We aren't from the Xun Family and don't have the protection of Secondary Saint, so we can only do this. Even if it's your Xun Family, not everyone is protected by Plant Sage. "
Han Lin finished his words and left quickly.
"Nonsense! Xun Ancestor's power is spread all over Xun County. Even Half-saint is unable to fly here. How can a mere Heavenly Will chant harm our Xun family? "Hanlin of the Xun family asked.
The eyes of the Xun Family's Grand Scholars flashed, while the Xun Family's High Scholars panicked.
"Sixth Uncle, nothing like this has ever happened to the Xun family. Ancestor Xun will definitely protect you. But can he protect us High Scholars?"
Sixth Uncle Xun said in a deep voice, "Back then, a vengeful Great Demon King brought the Demon Sage's Blood Drop Incarnation and wanted to charge into Xun County to kill people. He was killed before he could even enter the city! If Fang Yun's essay is able to receive five or even six rainbows, the power of the Will of the Heavens would be extremely strong. The Xun Ancestor's power might not be able to protect you High Scholars, but a mere three rainbows is nothing to the Xun Family! "
"Sixth Uncle is right!" Everyone from the Xun Family agreed.
Ji Mengxian, who was standing at the side, said, "The Will of Heaven is not a sure-kill situation, nor is it a sure-kill situation. As long as you understand the meaning, you can finish reading the whole text without any punishment! I admit that I, Ji Mengxian, am still unable to write an essay on the level of a High Scholar. But I don't believe that I can't even understand a High Scholar's essay! "
"Brother Ji, you're a genius. No wonder you were last year's top scorer! Actually, an essay on the level of Three Rainbows may be difficult for others, but it may not be difficult for Brother Ji. "
"We will never lower our heads!"
"I must fight Fang Yun to the end. Otherwise, he'll think that there's no one in Gyeongo!" As soon as a Grand Scholar finished speaking, he realized that he had misspoken. As a Grand Scholar, he had actually used the word 'resist' against a High Scholar.
A young Xun Family High Scholar snorted coldly. He said, "Fang Yun is an idiot. He thinks that he can do whatever he wants just because he has the Holy Pen rating. He's really a frog at the bottom of a well! Those Half-saint aristocratic families might need their patriarchs to personally offer sacrifices in order to obtain power, but we are Quasi-saint aristocratic families. The depth of our foundation is far beyond the imagination of that upstart Fang Yun! "
"Alright, cut it out. You look more like a nouveau riche than Fang Yun!" Sixth Uncle Xun glared at his nephew. Although he didn't like Fang Yun, he didn't want to see his own disciple being so arrogant.
After he finished speaking, Sixth Uncle Xun glanced out of the window as a hint of regret flashed across his eyes. Initially, he did not want to host this event to attack Fang Yun. However, in order to gain the attention of the Xun family's elders, he had no choice but to personally take part in the event. He had even sacrificed his dignity to attack Fang Yun. Who would have thought that things would turn out like this? After today, the Xun family and Gyeongo's Literary Name would be reduced by at least ten percent. This was more serious than suppressing an entire state.
Suddenly, Sixth Uncle Xun felt a chill run down his spine. Then, he felt a familiar warmth enveloping him. The chill was dispelled.
Sixth Uncle Xun hurriedly scanned the crowd. He saw the young High Scholar who had just called Fang Yun an idiot shout, "Sixth Uncle, save me …" Then, he shut his mouth. His eyes glazed over as he remained motionless.
"Oh no!" Sixth Uncle Xun exclaimed.
The Xun family's Hanlin and six Grand Scholars were enveloped by a layer of faint white light. However, those who did not make a mistake were not so lucky. Most of the Xun family's High Scholars were in a daze. Even a Grand Scholar was in the same state as them.
It wasn't just the Xun family. Some of the lucky ones who did not make a mistake were also in a daze, including last year's Gyeongo Top Scholar, Ji Mengxian.
Dozens of people kept vomiting blood. The ground was stained red with blood.
"Fang Yun!" Sixth Uncle Xun cried out in grief as his eyes widened.
A Grand Scholar of the Xun family suddenly burst into tears. He knelt in the direction of Xun Zi's Temple and shouted, "Ancestor Xun! Have you given up on the Xun family? Please help us! I am willing to give up my Literary Palace to protect the rest of the Xun family. "
A shocking scene occurred. The white light on the Xun family's Grand Scholar dissipated. However, the people who had fallen into the Heavenly Scripture did not change. They were still vomiting blood.
Then, the Xun family's Grand Scholar fell into the Heavenly Scripture and started vomiting blood.
Those who were still conscious were terrified!
This was Xun County, the fief of the Xun family. Not far away was Xun Zi's Temple and Xun Zi's old residence. Inside was the literary world formed after Xun Zi's death. However, here, Xun Zi's power had abandoned the descendants of the main family!
Sixth Uncle Xun sighed. He looked at the Grand Scholar with tears in his eyes and said, "You are foolish! It's true that you want to save your friends and family, but you have to consider the timing! Since the Xun family is in the wrong, they should be punished. Ancestor Xun's power protects us because we are related by blood. However, you, a mere Grand Scholar, don't know what's good for you. You keep making mistakes. How can Ancestor Xun continue to protect you? "
Sixth Uncle Xun walked out in a daze. He used his long sleeves to wipe his face that was full of tears.
Those who were still conscious were so frightened that they did not dare to move. In the bustling Bright Moon Hotel, more than forty people stood there in a daze. They kept vomiting blood. It was a bloody and strange scene.
"Bang …"
A High Scholar's head suddenly exploded. That person opened his mouth and vomited a large mouthful of blood. Then, his eyeballs flew out. Blood spurted out from his eye sockets. He fell to the ground and stopped breathing.
The waiters and maids of Bright Moon Hotel were so frightened that they did not know what to do. A few of the more timid maids rolled their eyes and fainted.
Everyone was even more frightened. They did not expect this person to be so unlucky. His literary guts and literary palaces had completely exploded.
Then, the crisp sound of the literary guts and the dull sound of the literary palaces cracking could be heard. Those outside Bright Moon Hotel thought that someone was setting off firecrackers inside.
The literary guts and literary palaces of more than forty people were either shattered or shattered.
"Don't ever provoke Fang Yun again!" Everyone present had the same thought.
One person after another fell.
"Look, Ji Meng Xian is different from the rest!" Someone said softly.
Everyone looked at the top scorer of Gyeongo last year. There was no blood at his feet!
"If he can survive the Heaven's Will Recital, that proves that there is someone in Gyeongo who is not inferior to Fang Yun!" A High Scholar who had been disheartened earlier said excitedly.
"Yes! Brother Ji, you are Gyeongo's only hope. Hang in there! Hang in there! If you lose, I, Gyeongo's Literary Name, will be suppressed by Fang Yun alone! We can let him suppress a prefecture, but we can't let him suppress our entire country! "
"Meng Xian, hang in there!"
All of a sudden, someone sang loudly, "Qiyue Wuyi, together with my son! Wang Xing from the army, my spear! Together with my son! Qiyue Wuyi … "
Everyone started to sing the ancient poem from the Book of Songs. It was a battle poem that every Elementary Scholar knew.
In Bright Moon Hotel, more than three hundred people were singing in unison. They were like soldiers who were about to go to war. It was sad, sad, but majestic!
"Qiyue Wuyi …"
Everyone sang the battle poem over and over again, hoping that Ji Meng Xian could resist the terrifying High Scholar of Jingguo.
"Wa …"
Ji Meng Xian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
His voice stopped abruptly.
"There is still hope! His literary courage is still there! "
"Meng Xian is not defeated, we will not stop! Let's sing together and strengthen the might of Gyeongo. Let's fight the enemy together! "
"Qiyue Wuyi …"
Everyone sang loudly. Not only the scholars, even the waiters, waitresses and chefs were singing loudly.
"Pu …"
Ji Meng Xian spat out another mouthful of blood.
His voice weakened.
"Continue! Meng Xian is not defeated! Qiyue Wuyi … "A High Scholar was crying as he sang.
Hundreds of people continued to chant and chant with red eyes.
All of a sudden, Ji Meng Xian opened his eyes and shouted with all his might. The veins on his neck were bulging.
"I … I have sinned! I have sinned! The heavens have punished me, not Fang Yun's fault! "
As soon as Ji Meng Xian finished speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood and fell backwards.
Before his head hit the ground, a sound that was louder than the sound of his literary courage cracking could be heard.
"Kacha!"
Ji Meng Xian fell heavily to the ground and fainted.
The people of Gyeongo looked at Ji Meng Xian and fell into deep despair.
"I can plead guilty, but Gyeongo cannot be humiliated! I want to kill Fang Yun! Kill Fang Yun! " A High Scholar who had just admitted his mistake rushed out frantically. However, before he could run out of the door, his head exploded.
The Emperor's words were unquestionable. He had made one mistake after another. His sins were unforgivable!
After a short silence, there was a soft crying sound. It was very soft at first, but it became louder and louder.
"Gyeongo, it's over! We have been completely suppressed by Jingguo! It's over! Wu wu wu … "A seventeen or eighteen year old Elementary Scholar squatted on the ground and cried out loudly.
The top scholar of a country was forced to plead guilty by another country's High Scholar. There was no longer any doubt as to who was better than the other country's High Scholar.
"A single imperial examination has shattered the golden millet dream of the Kingdom of Qing. In one night, it seems like a lifetime has passed." A Jinshi looked at the bloody Moon Tower and stumbled out.
Everyone looked at him in confusion. The High Scholar was right. Everything that happened yesterday was like a dream. The past few decades were also like a dream. At this moment, they had woken up from their dream.
"Forget it! Forget it! Don't fight, don't fight! Tomorrow, I will go and guard the border. Fertile soil nourishes people, but not their courage … "A High Scholar tore a corner of his robe and threw it away, leaving the Bright Moon Hotel.
"No wonder Shijun, who is from Gyeongo, went to Two Worlds Mountain because of Fang Yun after the Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Meet. Don't fight with Fang Yun. You can't win. He showed mercy this time, and he won't show any mercy in the future … My Qing Kingdom has been wrong all these years … "A Hanlin scholar suddenly took off his hat, pulled out his hair bun, and left with his hair disheveled.
The scholars present were even more sorrowful. Although this High Scholar didn't say it directly, he implied that the High Scholar and the School of Miscellany were wrong. Gyeongo targeted Jingguo and suppressed Jingguo for decades, but in the end, Jingguo produced such a person who almost single-handedly overthrew Gyeongo.
If Gyeongo didn't suppress Jingguo, would Jingguo be even more prosperous? Would they directly invade the grasslands and wipe out the Barbarian Tribe?
No one spoke. They were silent.
Jingguo, State Academy of Arts.
Chen Zhiyuan left, but the ninety-nine people on the High Scholar List followed Governor Ge into the Academy of Arts. They changed into formal black mountain clothes and wore scholar swords. Once again, they worshipped the Holy Temple and the High Scholar Empress and received talent from the heavens.
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