Guan Yaoyuan and Yan Yue's bodies trembled as their eyes turned red. Countless pages and words flickered in their eyes before they were destroyed by an invisible force.
The two groaned as blood flowed from their ears and noses. They immediately became dispirited.
Guan Yaoyuan was slightly better off. He did not use his poem to insult Fang Yun and was only affected by it. However, his literary palace was still cracked and would not be repaired for at least a few decades.
Yan Yue's situation was the worst. His literary palace was full of cracks, and the statues in his literary palace were also cracked like spider webs. His needle-thick talent qi was like fine smoke floating in the wind. He could no longer use his talent qi, and could no longer use it as an armchair strategist.
All the words that he had learned were torn apart. His eyes were filled with confusion and he entered a temporary state of stupor. In the future, when he learned words, he would be constantly disturbed by an invisible force. The higher Fang Yun's literary rank, the stronger the force would be.
If Fang Yun did not die, Yan Yue would never be able to return to being a normal Elementary Scholar.
Wan Xuezheng sneered, "Did you think that because Fang Yun did not have the guts, he would not be able to deal with your insults? He was a scholar before the Saints. Even if he did not have the guts, as long as his literary skills were firm, he would have the guts! But I really have to thank you two idiots on behalf of the students of Jing Kingdom. You actually managed to force Fang Yun to write the 'Gut-Refining Script'. The brush and ink are fragrant and the words are glowing. This script is even better than the 'Morning Walk to Ji County'. "
"One stroke to write three sages, one poem to protect the country. He is indeed a scholar before the Saints. This magnanimity is hard to come by." Shopkeeper Tang praised. He was a businessman and also a High Scholar.
"This poem is very reasonable. Confucius said, 'Where a gentleman lives, there is nothing ugly.' This is the best counterattack against Yan Yue and the rest. No wonder the words are spiritual. "
"The mountains are famous, the waters are full of spirit. The magnificence of the opening prose is rarely seen in the world. But these are all secondary. Living in a humble abode, the heart of the saints is something that we can't compare to. Far from it." Wan Xuezheng seemed to be ashamed, but also seemed to be praising.
"Every word of this poem is full of guts. Some people overestimate themselves. No wonder Fang Yun."
The crowd carefully read the poem and completely forgot about the two people who were injured by the guts of the literary palace.
Suddenly, another cracking sound was heard. Everyone was slightly startled.
The wooden table in front of Fang Yun collapsed with a loud bang. The Nation Stabilizing Proclamation that had crushed the table actually floated down slowly. It was as heavy as Mount Tai, but at this moment, it was as light as a feather.
Wan Xuezheng was quick to react. Before the table collapsed, he picked up the inkstone, ink stick, and brush that had been dipped in ink to prevent the ink from splashing out.
Nunu immediately rushed over and wanted to catch the paper from below to show off to Fang Yun, but the paper weighed a hundred pounds, and the petite Nunu was immediately pressed down by the paper.
"Ying ying! Slave slave! Nuu! " The little fox looked at Fang Yun with a sobbing voice, desperately pleading for help. She was scared out of her wits, unable to understand how such a thin piece of paper could be so heavy.
Fang Yun hurriedly bent down to pick up the paper. In the hands of others, the paper weighed a few hundred pounds, but in the hands of its owner, it was as light as a feather. It was no different from a normal piece of white paper.
The little fox immediately rolled away and stood up. She walked around the broken table without showing any signs of injury. Then, she angrily looked up at the paper and narrowed her eyes, revealing a threatening look. It was as if the paper was a little beast that had bullied her, and she was determined to get revenge.
Fang Yun chuckled. "This is good stuff. You're not allowed to break it, you hear me?"
The little fox immediately nodded dejectedly, putting on an aggrieved look that said, "I was bullied, but you didn't help me." Then, she ran behind Yang Yuhuan and hugged Yang Yuhuan's leg. She stuck her head out and looked at Fang Yun sadly.
Everyone laughed at Nunu's antics.
Fang Yun put away the original "Epigraph of My Shack" and said, "Let's talk inside."
Fang Yun, Head Shopkeeper Tang, and Wan Xuezheng entered the house together. The people who came with Wan Xuezheng to deliver the rewards also carried all kinds of gift boxes into the yard. They opened them one by one. There were silk, gold, and silver jewelry. In one of the boxes, there was a two-foot-long blood-red dried sea cucumber, but it was cut into thin slices and placed on top of the box.
Nunu stared at the Dragon Palace Blood Ginseng and kept walking around the box. She was obviously craving for it, but she did not reach out her claws. In the end, she let out a painful cry and ran back into the house. Out of sight, out of mind.
The scholars and scholars outside the door left one after another, but this "Epigraph of My Shack" was even more outstanding than Fang Yun's poem. They gathered at the entrance of the alley to reminisce about the national literature, the three miles of fragrance, the broken table, and the cracked palace. They were enthusiastically discussing the noble character of this "Epigraph of My Shack".
Those who were close to Liu Yanyue and Guan Yaoyuan were gathered around them, not knowing what to do.
"What a pity for Yan Yue. He's still dumb even now. Why did he write such a crooked poem to scold Fang Yun? Even if Liu … ahem, couldn't he have used an indirect method? "
"From now on, I'm afraid that not many people will dare to attack Fang Yun directly. He's just a scholar, yet he has the courage to write a poem. He's really a genius."
"Yeah, I'm a little scared."
"Everyone, I'm not feeling well. I'll take my leave first. I might need to take a leave of absence for half a year to recuperate. I'll take the State Examinations next year. I won't take it this year! "After saying that, he turned around and left quickly.
"Cowardly! As long as Minister Zuo is here, what's there to be afraid of? "Guan Yaoyuan said weakly.
Everyone's eyes flickered.
When the "Epigraph of My Shack" was written, Li Wenying, the head of the State Academy of Literature, was seriously annotating the "Three Character Classic".
"Strange! The "Three Character Classic" is easy to understand, but why do I feel tired after annotating a hundred words every day? I can't write anymore. When I wake up, I'm full of energy. My courage is more refined, and my literary palace seems to have improved. Could it be that the "Three Character Classic" is more simple and meaningful than the "Tales of a Pillow"? Forget it. If I can't figure it out, I won't think about it. I'm afraid Fang Yun doesn't understand it either. After I finish annotating it, I'll recommend it to the 'Holy Road'. With many scholars and a Great Confucian, the secret of this text will definitely be unearthed. "
Li Wenying continued to write, stroke by stroke. His movements were extremely slow, and his pen seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
Suddenly, Li Wenying stopped writing and reached out to grab his official seal. He looked up at the sky and saw the blue sky and white clouds flash past his eyes. He was like an eagle in the sky, looking at the prefectural city in its entirety. Finally, he saw where Fang Yun was.
After reading it carefully, Li Wenying couldn't help but exclaim, "Good! With this text, my chances of becoming a Great Confucian will increase by ten percent! "
After saying that, Li Wenying closed his eyes and recited the "Epigraph of My Shack" involuntarily.
"The height of the mountain doesn't matter …"
Li Wenying was clearly reciting normally, but his voice was getting louder and louder.
When he got to the part where 'the dragon is spiritual', the entire Zhou Wen Academy could hear it.
When he got to the part where 'West Shu's Cloud Pavilion', his voice had already spread across half of Jiang Prefecture. At this point, his voice was even louder, but most people couldn't hear it. Only those who were Grand Scholars or above could hear it.
After he finished reciting, Li Wenying's voice reverberated throughout the entire Jiang Prefecture.
"Confucius said, 'What's so ugly about it?'"
Li Wenying's heart stirred. He reached out to grab his official seal, and his talent Qi was suddenly exhausted. He also absorbed a portion of the power of the Holy Temple, transforming it into a vast and formless aura of righteousness that silently swept through the entire Jiang Prefecture.
Outside Riverside Town, a fish demon with a mouth full of blood carried a bone trident and slowly walked into the Yangtze River. Half of a man's corpse was hanging from its bone trident.
As the aura of righteousness swept past, the fish demon felt as if it had been plunged into boiling water. Its entire body emitted smoke as it screamed and rushed towards the Yangtze River. However, after just two steps, it fell to the ground and its body slowly turned into pus and blood.
Outside Jade Sea City, a group of shrimp soldiers were eating three human corpses when they suddenly cried out in pain. The flesh and blood in their translucent shells kept bursting until they all died.
Outside the Wang Village, which was close to the Demon Mountain, a giant golden wolf that was still ten feet tall on all fours suddenly looked up at the sky after eating a child. Then, as if it was frightened, it turned into a shadow and quickly fled to the Demon Mountain.
However, all of the aura of righteousness in the sky suddenly gathered here, finally transforming into a thirty-meter-long brush made of dense white light that ruthlessly struck the wolf's body.
The back half of the wolf's body was blasted into smithereens. Its wounds were sizzling with smoke, healing in one moment and being burned by the aura of righteousness in the next.
The Demon King wolf roared at the sky and cursed a few times in Demon Language before using its two front legs to support half of its body and quickly running towards Demon Mountain, dragging a long trail of intestines behind it.
Li Wenying's body swayed and he sat back down on the chair, muttering to himself, "A Demon King of the Celestial Wolf Tribe actually snuck into Jiang Prefecture, what's the matter? What's the Fox God it's talking about? Hmph, fortunately, the Epigraph of My Shack has sharpened my courage and made me vigilant. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to discover this Demon King. This matter must be reported to the imperial court and the Notre-Dame. "
Li Wenying's mind moved, and two pages flew up. Words appeared on them out of thin air.
Written with a single thought.
The two pieces of paper whooshed toward the Hall of Records and disappeared.
Li Wenying's expression suddenly changed, saying, "Not good! That's the first volume of the Epigraph of My Shack! "After saying that, he took a step forward, and a pure white cloud with a radius of three feet appeared under his feet.
Meteoric Rise.
The so-called Meteoric Rise was not a blue cloud, but a white cloud above the blue sky.
However, the Meteoric Rise immediately faded away.
"I've used up all of my talent!" Li Wenying shouted, "Men, prepare the carriage! Quick! We can't let anyone beat us to it. "
When Li Wenying was reciting the Epigraph of My Shack, Magistrate Sun had already seen Fang Yun through the official seal.
Magistrate Sun was a civil minister, and his ambition was to become a sage rather than an official. Therefore, like Li Wenying, he recited it silently after seeing it. After reciting it twice, he used up some of his talent, but he was still in high spirits.
Magistrate Sun strode out, shouting angrily as he walked, "Fang Yun, how dare you refuse to meet me when Cai He asked you to. How preposterous! I want to ask you personally why you look down on me. "
The scholar's advisor said, "Magistrate, there are still many documents in the residence that have not been dealt with. Why are you going out? You're not pretending to be angry at all. "
"Cut the crap. Get someone to prepare the carriage. If I wasn't afraid of Li Wenying writing about me, I would have used the Swift Battle Poem. Cai He has a Morning Walk to Ji County and wrote three short letters to show off to me in just a few days. I can't stand this! This Epigraph of My Shack is several times better than Morning Walk to Ji County. I'm determined to get it. Let's go! "
The government office was in the west of the city, while the state office was in the east.
There was a witty saying in Jiang Zhou to describe the three most powerful people in the Academy of Literature, Civil Officials, and the military. The Magistrate had been thinking about it for a long time.
At that moment, the Magistrate of Ge Province, who looked like a little old man, was pacing back and forth in his room.
"That's a courageous poem that protects the country, and it's also the most resolute inscription. It's very beneficial to me and can even make up for my weakness. I was promoted to the position of Magistrate of Jiang Zhou by the Empress Dowager because of the stalemate between the Left Prime Minister and the Civil Minister. So far, I'm only a Jinshi and not a Hanlin Academy official.
"If I can get my hands on his first Epigraph of My Shack, it's very likely that I'll break through the Jinshi stage and become a Hanlin Academy official. Even if I can't become a Prime Minister, I'll still have a chance to become one of the Six Ministries and Five Ministers and become an Advisor in the Cabinet. At that time, I won't have to worry about offending the Left Prime Minister.
"But if I get my hands on the Epigraph of My Shack, it'll be equivalent to promoting Fang Yun's Literary Name. I'll definitely offend the Left Prime Minister. What should I do?"
While the Magistrate of Ge Province was hesitating, the carriages of the high officials of the Prefecture City set off from all directions and rushed to the same place.
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Scholars, you're too cruel! "
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