When the first question of the first round was announced, Fang Yun seemed to have heard many people heaving a sigh of relief. Clearly, the journey this time was very orthodox.
Fang Yun looked around and saw that the 110 people from the 11 academies were standing in a line on the ground. Apart from him and Yan Yukong, who were wearing High Scholar robes, everyone else was wearing white blademaster robes.
Every two people were 30 feet away from each other.
The sky of the literary world was blue and filled with white clouds. There was an endless stretch of yellow land in front of them. When the wind blew, dust flew everywhere.
Fang Yun knew that this was the literary world used for the Ten Nations Grand Tournament. Only a Half-saint could create a literary world. There were many wonderful uses for literary worlds.
A person from the Confucius Academy laughed and said, "Everyone, hurry up and write a poem. If you're too slow and fall too far behind Fang Yun, you'll be embarrassed."
Many people laughed kindly.
"Hmph, that might not be the case!" someone from Gyeongo said coldly.
Most of the students from the top five academies smiled without saying anything. They had the pride of a large nation. Even if they had doubts about Fang Yun, they never denied Fang Yun's performance and acknowledged his talent.
A person from the Qi Nation said, "I'll make a move first. In the West Pole, there's a wingless horse called a flying horse … "
Qiao Juze, who was near Fang Yun, smiled and said, "As expected of the Qi Nation's top scorer. He's reciting one of the eight horses, Flipping Feather. This poem has both form and spirit. It'll definitely be able to create a peerless horse."
Everyone was not in a hurry. Instead, they listened to the Qi Nation's top scorer, Liang Zhongdao, continue to compose a poem. This kind of competition was not done in a short period of time. It was better to think first and listen to other people's poems first.
After Liang Zhongdao finished reciting a poem, he saw a translucent snow-white steed appear in front of him. The steed raised its head and neighed, causing the surrounding Yuan Qi to vibrate. Clearly, it had surpassed an ordinary steed. Its form and meaning were similar to that of a demon.
"Goodbye!"
There was a matching saddle on the horse. Liang Zhongdao flipped onto the horse and gently squeezed the horse's belly. The white horse immediately galloped.
When the horse began to run, Fang Yun suddenly realized that the horse's hair was extremely long. When it galloped, its white hair fluttered like the feathers of a bird. No wonder it was called "Flipping Feather".
"So fast!" The students of the academy who were ranked at the bottom praised Liang Zhongdao. The Qi Nation had won first place in the Ten Nations Grand Tournament last year, and Liang Zhongdao had gained the upper hand by showing off the power of a great nation.
Cui Wang said, "Brother Fang, you don't have to wait any longer. Jingguo may not be the best in the school, but I hope you can be the best in the school!"
"Jingguo people are getting more and more arrogant!"
"Jingguo people. Wait until you're in the top five of the academy before you talk big again! "
"Everyone, please calm down. The competition is more important."
Cui Wang's face flushed red. Although he was from Jingguo, Jingguo was only ranked tenth in the academy. He had no way to refute the accusation.
"I'll be the second." Fang Yun wanted to think about it carefully, but he had no choice but to stand up in advance because he was being insulted out of kindness.
Everyone stopped thinking about the poem and looked at Fang Yun. Most people's eyes were full of anticipation, while a few cursed Fang Yun in their hearts.
At the same time, there were nearly 100,000 people sitting on the stairs of the venue outside the literary world.
The Ten Nations Grand Tournament was held in the literary world. However, everything that happened in the literary world formed a huge screen of light that was 300 feet tall and was erected in the venue of the Confucius Academy.
The screen of light was like the High Scholar roll or Scholar roll issued by the Divine Temple. Everyone within five kilometers of the Confucius Academy would be able to see it. However, the people in the venue were able to see it more carefully.
Near the Kongfu Academy, countless scholars were holding today's Sage Path and Literature Report, watching the competition's light screen with their heads raised. Countless people were discussing softly.
"It's Fang Yun! I recognize him, he's even more handsome than during the Mid-Autumn Festival! "
"It's a pity that he's a genius. In the Grand Competition where ten people form a team, even if he is extremely talented, he is only one-tenth of the Grand Competition, and only one-hundredth of the Grand Competition. "
"Jingguo has been weak for many years, and it's not something that he can salvage alone. He can at most be ranked ninth. It's definitely impossible for him to make it into the top eight. The difference between eighth and ninth is almost the same as the difference between first and sixth. They can't be compared at all. "
"He should be ranked first in the first segment of the journey. I wonder what will happen after that."
The huge screen of light was not the only one that appeared in Confucius City. It was not only in the various counties of the Ten Nations, the Ten Frigid Ancient Land, and the Ancient Desolate City. Even in the dangerous places such as the Two World Mountain and the Sea of Purgatory, a huge screen of light would appear outside the door of the Divine Temple and the Literary Academy.
Billions of people were paying attention to the annual grand tournament.
The Ten Nations Grand Tournament was not of the highest level, but it was the largest and most influential.
Scholars were not only the backbone of a nation's scholars, they were also the future of the nation's scholars. The strength of a nation's Scholars determined the strength of the nation.
While the crowd was discussing, Fang Yun recited Li Bai's' Pegasus Song '.
"Pegasus comes out of the crescent cave, with tiger stripes and dragon wings on its back.
Green clouds shake green hair, blue veins and quan qi vanish.
Soaring Kunlun, Li Xiji, None of its four legs can be seen.
Roosters crow, swallows fly faster and faster. Lightning moves in a trance.
Pegasus gallops, Flying Dragon rushes, Eyes are bright and long.
Tail like a shooting star, Head like a thirsty crow, Mouth spewing red light and sweat.
Once accompanied by the dragon, Tianqu, Jin Luo shines on the imperial capital.
Qi is sharp, Ling Jiu District, White Jade is like a mountain, Who dares to be arrogant?
I'll laugh at Ziyan, but I think you're foolish. "
While Fang Yun was reciting the poem, the clouds in the sky surged, and the white clouds actually gathered from all directions at an incredible speed. Afterwards, the white clouds settled, boiled, and finally condensed into an exceptionally handsome white horse. Its fur was like tiger stripes, its bones were like dragon wings, and red light was spewing out of its mouth. The sweat on the horse's neck was like blood.
The handsome horse neighed, and the white clouds within a thousand miles were torn apart and dissipated.
When Fang Yun was halfway through reciting the ancient poem, the scholars of the literary world all held their breaths. Even the scholars of Gyeongo and Gu Kingdom who were hostile to Fang Yun did not have the slightest disrespect. The purest scholar's heart in the depths of their hearts made them maintain the most basic reverence for good poetry.
They still hated Fang Yun, but they couldn't bring themselves to hate Hao Shiwen.
"Farewell!"
Fang Yun turned around and mounted the Tiger-Striped Dragon Bone Horse. He softly said, "Go!" The horse's hooves stirred up the wind, and its body was surrounded by red light. It rushed out at a speed more than five times faster than the Flipped Feather Horse, and it was getting faster and faster.
In the blink of an eye, the horse's hooves actually stepped on the air, and it became a real flying horse.
"As expected of Fang Zhenguo. This poem is divided into two parts. The first part describes the horse as a divine steed. It was like a tiger or a dragon, and its voice could split the sky. It could even leap over the majestic Kunlun Mountain easily. In the morning, it was still being brushed by people in Yanzhou, but at night, it was already tens of thousands of miles away, grazing on grass in Yue Province. The second part describes the glory of the horse. It once shone on the capital of a country, and it was above all the other horses in the Saint Origin World. Even a mountain of beautiful jade couldn't buy it. "
"This poem is good. It has both the form and the spirit, and the rhetoric is excellent. The demon race's divine steed is just so-so."
"This poem seems to have other intentions. It seems to be talking about Fang Yun himself."
"Is the line 'But I think you are stupid' mocking us for being stupid?"
The expressions of many scholars changed slightly. The line "But I think you are stupid" immediately became incomparably harsh.
Yan Yukong smiled and said, "Let's not talk about Fang Yun not mocking us. Even if he did, and called us' Zi Yan ', it is still a compliment. It is still a compliment. But the truly foolish ones took it as their own. Saying that Ziyan is an honor. "
The expressions of many scholars eased after hearing this. Zi Yan was a famous horse, and it was not mocking. Besides, Fang Yun did not have to offend so many people.
Before Fang Yun recited this poem, he knew that people would use it to cause trouble. However, he did not change it. This was because this poem was actually a poem by Li Bai. In fact, the poem was divided into five parts.
Fang Yun only recited the first two parts of the original "Pegasus Song". It was about the white horse's form, spirit, and achievements. The third part that was not recited was about the steed's coldness. The fourth part was about the steed's decline in its old age. The fifth part was about the steed hoping to receive the help of benevolent people to use it again.
When Li Bai wrote this poem, he was pardoned on his way to exile. He thought that the world was renewed, and there was a possibility for him to rise again.
When Fang Yun read this poem, he thought of the line in Li Bai's famous poem, "How can you lower your eyebrows and bend your waist to serve the rich and powerful? You can't make me happy." He wrung his hands and sighed.
Li Bai was extremely talented, but he was not suited for a career of deceit. When Fang Yun came to Saint Origin World, he would be distracted whenever he read Li Bai's poems. He would always think that with Li Bai's talent, he would definitely not be suppressed by the rich and powerful in Saint Origin World. He would definitely rise to the top and perhaps become the first person to open up the five realms of war poetry.
Therefore, even though Fang Yun knew that he would be misunderstood, he still recited the two lines to Li Bai and thank the Immortal of Poetry.
Cui Wang raised his head and said, "Fang Yun will definitely be the first to cross the plains!"
This time, no one refuted him.
Yan Yukong laughed and said, "There is a genius of the same generation for us to pursue. Wonderful! Wonderful! I have no more regrets! "
Then, Yan Yukong began to recite a poem. The others all followed suit. Like the eight immortals crossing the ocean, the poems transformed into horses of different shapes and sizes. They galloped on the plains, leaving behind trails of dust.
"We can lose to Fang Yun, but our hearts will never give in!" someone yelled.
"We are willing to follow Fang Yun and strengthen the human race!"
"May the human race live in peace and the Sage Dao prosper forever!"
"Fang Yun, we are here! Go! "
Countless people across the Ten Nations cheered.
Near the academies in Gyeongo and Wu Guo, which were in opposition to Jingguo, many civilians smiled and looked at the scene on the screen. They could not see the people of the enemy nation who were far ahead and could only see the Scholars of the human race moving forward bravely.
Although most of the civilians were divided into different nations, they still hoped that the human race could make a comeback under the pressure of the demons and barbarians, even if the people of the enemy nation could do it.
In the past, there had been discord between the nations in the Ten Nations Grand Tournaments. Although the humans of the Ten Nations were used to it, many people still felt that it was a pity. In fact, there were even signs of internal strife at the beginning of the Ten Nations Grand Tournament this time.
However, after Fang Yun's performance, there was a change in the competition. The competition changed from the previous open competition and covert competition to a united effort. It became a great situation where one person was in the front and the others followed.
Even though the process might be short, it left a glimmer of hope in everyone's heart.
The 100-kilometer plain seemed far away, but Fang Yun rode on the pegasus and crossed it in less than half an hour. He arrived in front of a boundless body of water.
Fang Yun did not know whether to call it a sea or a river because even the Yangtze River was only 50 kilometers wide, and the body of water in front was definitely more than 100 kilometers. The journey in the water would be further than the previous plain.
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