As soon as Fang Yun arrived in Kongcheng, he received a few letters from his friends in the Holy Ground, saying that they would be coming together. "
After reading it, Fang Yun shook his head and thought, 'These Holy Ground Scholars must have been bored out of their minds because of the Holy Ground. They've been having a lot of fun in the past few days. After the Double Ninth Festival at the Mount Tai Mountain Peak, they went to the Kingdom of Qing and Kong City to watch the Ten Nations Grand Tournament.
Those who participated in the Ten Nations Grand Tournament were the scholars of various countries, and among the Holy Ground Scholars, only Fang Yun and Yan Yukong were not inferior to the scholars of various countries in the Lingyan Pavilion. They had entered Jingguo and Gyeongo respectively. Hence, they could participate in the Ten Nations Grand Tournament.
The Jingguo dormitory area was a row of 20 detached wooden buildings. After Fang Yun entered and rested for a while, he heard the door being pushed open and a group of Holy Ground Scholars who were having fun walked in with wine and food.
Fang Yun smiled helplessly and came out to greet them.
"Hello, Fang Manchou! I'm Zong Wude, I've always wanted to strangle you! "Zong Wude walked in with a jar of wine in each hand.
"We must strangle Fang Shier to death. Otherwise, we'll never be able to make a name for ourselves!" Li Fanming exclaimed while holding a string of greasy paper packets.
"I won't strangle you to death, but I understand how they feel!" Yan Yukong smiled and took out a rolled-up blanket from the River Oyster Shell. He threw it on the ground and kicked it to spread it out.
Everyone set up dishes and drinks, drinking and chatting. Not long after, Jing Country's Jinshi joined in. Then, people from other countries who wanted to pay a visit also joined in. In the end, a total of fifty people gathered together, forming a small cultural gathering.
They talked about everything and only dispersed late at night.
The first day of October was the release date of the monthly Holy Path and the ten-day Wen Pao.
There were countless people gathered outside the Jingguo Academy, including high-ranking officials, scholars, and peddlers. More than 100,000 people gathered outside the bookstore that sold the monthly Holy Path. More and more people gathered, so much so that the academy had no choice but to open three more outlets.
Before the Holy Path was officially sold. Everyone from Jing Country was extremely excited and started to discuss.
The calmest ones were the peddlers who sold books and newspapers in Xuanting Bookstore. They were pushing small carts, dressed neatly, and the banners on the carts were also neatly arranged.
"This is the first time in the history of the Holy Path that a High Scholar has added a supplement!"
"Fang Zhenguo's masterpiece, A Chinese Ghost Story, continues to sell like hotcakes. Don't miss it!"
"The most precious nation-stabilizing poem in the history of the human race is about to appear in the Holy Road!"
"This issue of Holy Path will tell you about the extravagant secrets!"
…
"Everyone, don't push. You can buy it, you can buy it!"
"Cut the crap, you're the one who's squeezing the most! Shut up! "
"This Elementary Scholar. Aren't your words too hurtful? Take a good look at my black Juren robes. "
"Even if you're wearing a scholar's uniform, I'll say the same thing! Snatching the 'Holy Path' from me is the same as killing my parents. This hatred is absolutely irreconcilable! "
"Alright, you win …" The High Scholar sighed helplessly. Just as the Elementary Scholar relaxed, the High Scholar stepped forward and stood in front of him.
"Despicable! Despicable! Despicable … "The Elementary Scholar shouted angrily.
A few High Scholars stood in the distance. They looked on coldly.
"Squeezing like this just for the sake of a 'Holy Path', what a scandal! Why aren't you queuing up! "
"Hundreds of thousands of people are buying it together. The queue can only be thick, not long."
"You should line up according to your ranking!" A High Scholar said. The High Scholars around him nodded their heads. Then, the High Scholars and Elementary Scholars rolled their eyes.
A few carriages were parked outside the crowd. A servant hurriedly ran towards one of the carriages. With a long face, he said, "Old Master, I really can't squeeze in! I've tried three times, but I still can't squeeze in! "
The curtains were lifted. A Hanlin Academy student in his fifties showed a displeased expression.
"Trash! Bring out the strength you had when you were young! Back then, your old man said that if you get fat, the other two will lose weight! Even a dog can't compete with you! "
"Master, I swear that I've used all my strength to do this. If I had fought with these people for milk back then, I would have starved to death! "
The Hanlin Academy scholar snorted and said, "It's all my fault for being blind that day. I knew that Fang Yun was going to give a lecture, but I still went to the imperial court and missed it! Otherwise, my painting skills have already reached the third level. Even if I used up all the water in the world, it would still be difficult to quell the hatred in my heart! If you don't go, do you want me to squeeze in myself? "
"How can I let you do it yourself!"
Who would have thought that Old Hanlin would reach out and stroke his beard and say, "Perhaps I can really give it a try. I, Shen Liwen, am considered a famous person in the capital. If I wear Hanlin uniform and go inside, even if I don't want my face, they will help me."
The servant rolled his eyes and said, "Old Master, just you wait. Even if I have to risk my life, I will help you buy the 'Holy Path' as soon as possible."
"If you can't get the 'Holy Path' within fifteen minutes after it starts selling, you can't eat meat or touch your wife for a year."
"Old Master, you're too ruthless!"
Gyeongo's capital.
There were also booksellers pushing carts from Xuanting Bookstore, but the banners on them were slightly different from those in Jingguo.
"Buy the new 'Holy Path' and walk the path of Fang Yun. Let Fang Yun have no way out!"
"'A Chinese Ghost Story' offends public decency. Please criticize it throughout the country!"
A few booksellers gathered together and whispered.
"I heard that these banners were all thought up by Fang Yun. If he sees us making things up about him in Gyeongo, will he beat us to death?"
"This is called strategy! In Jingguo, the more you praise him, the better he sells. In Gyeongo, the more you insult him, the better he sells! "
"Anyway, even if we don't insult him, those lowly scholars will insult him. Although the two countries are at odds, at least we are grateful to him in our hearts. "
"Shh, don't let others hear. They still don't believe that the 'Holy Path' will supplement Fang Zhenguo."
A few booksellers looked ahead.
"I won't believe it even if I die! What right does a High Scholar have to publish a supplement to the 'Holy Path'? Over the years, the supplements to the 'Holy Path' have either been a compilation of everyone's opinions or a supplement written by a Sage. If the supplement is really set up for Fang Yun alone, he must have bribed someone from the Notre-Dame! "
"That's right! I even suspect that even the extravagant extravagance might be fake! "
"Hmph, the Ten Nations Grand Tournament will begin today in Kong City. Gyeongo will definitely destroy Jingguo!"
Someone suddenly said, "Brother High Scholar, if you think that Fang Yun is a good-for-nothing and has tainted your eyes, why don't you exchange places with me and not buy the 'Holy Path'?"
"You … I'm not buying the 'Holy Path' for Fang Yun's essays!"
An old man humphed coldly. "Apart from Fang Yun's poems and essays, what else is there to see in these two issues of the 'Holy Path'?"
The surroundings were silent, even though more than half of the people there hated Fang Yun.
"The 'Holy Path' is on sale! Because there's a supplement, the price is increased by ten cents! "
The Gyeongo people cursed Fang Yun in their hearts, but they tried even harder to squeeze in. The person who believed that the Notre-Dame wouldn't publish a supplement for Fang Yun was the most enthusiastic.
Outside the bookstore of the Confucius Academy in Kong City.
A large number of copies of the 'Holy Path' were sold.
If it were in the past, the people who bought the 'Holy Path' first would definitely clamor loudly and proclaim that there was good content. However, this time, after those who bought the book saw the catalog, they didn't say a word and instead tried their best to squeeze out.
Many people were puzzled, but after they bought the book and looked at the catalog, they did the same as the previous people. They didn't shout or scream and instead tried their best to leave. They had to find the quietest place and read the 'Holy Path' as quickly as possible with the most devout heart.
An Old Show Host looked at the lines of text in the catalog of the 'Holy Path' and muttered to himself, "This is the real Holy Path."
"I'm afraid the four arts of the human race are going to change from today onwards! Perhaps in a few hundred years, Fang Zhenguo will become the founder of many schools. "
In the Confucius Academy, the Grand Scholars of Jingguo gathered in Fang Yun's courtyard.
"This is the first round of the 'Traveling Ten Thousand Miles' competition. We can't be ranked eleventh, otherwise we won't even have a chance to enter the second round!"
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