Rays of strange light flew over from afar. They were at least a hundred miles long and landed in the Temple of All Saints.
Then, six shorter rays of light flew into the Temple of All Saints.
The head of the secondary saint family had the right to listen to the Holy Conference.
When the Holy Conference started, everyone retreated.
The Notre-Dame was in chaos. Other than the Saints, everyone put down what they were doing and quickly walked out of the Notre-Dame.
The door of the Punishment Hall suddenly opened and the nine purple-robed Confucians left in a hurry.
"Dong … that person is crazy. He started a Holy Conference for Fang Yun! Unless there's a huge change and all the Saints agree, every Half-saint can only hold a Holy Conference once every twenty years and force a decision to be made! "
"Is it worth it for a dying Grand Scholar?"
"Sigh, this is why all the Saints approve of Lord Eastern Sage. Lord Eastern Sage is holding a Holy Conference at this time to force us to come out and vote on poems to atone for our crimes. Secondly, he wants all the Saints to save Fang Yun. As for the third reason, I'm afraid he wants to use the Holy Conference to thank him and send him off. After all, Fang Yun is the Progenitor of Poetry, Xusheng. After all, he increased the overall strength of the human race by at least ten percent! Even an ordinary Half-saint might not be able to do this! "
Long sighs could be heard.
"However, we haven't reached an agreement yet. Logically speaking, we can't vote on poems to atone for our crimes."
"As long as the Temple of All Saints gives the order, we can vote on poems to atone for our crimes. Since Lord Eastern Sage is holding a Holy Conference, Dong … that person will definitely give in. "
"Or …"
The nine Confucians suddenly stopped talking. Everyone realized the biggest possibility. Everything Saint Zong did was to force Eastern Sage to hold a Holy Conference, cutting off Eastern Sage's right to participate in the Holy Conference for the next twenty years.
The few Confucians shook their heads. The Half-saint's schemes were too deep. No one knew what they were scheming until the last moment. Especially when they were fighting against outsiders, they often caused the Barbarian and Demon Saints to suffer losses. Actually, a hundred years before the thousand-year truce ended, the two races had been fighting in the dark. The Saints of the human race only suffered small losses, but many of the Barbarian and Demon Half-saint perished.
"Then, poems to atone for our crimes. What should we do? "
"As long as the Holy Temples give the order, I will naturally agree. It's not because of Xusheng, but because he should have the qualifications to atone for his crimes with poetry."
"That is how it should be."
The nine great Confucian scholars made a conclusion almost immediately.
When everyone left Notre-Dame, everyone within a thousand miles looked up and saw that the sky above Inverted Peak Mountain seemed to have fallen into a strange world.
One moment, the sky above Notre-Dame was clear and boundless. The next moment, it was covered with thunder and lightning. The next moment, it was raging with violent winds and torrential rain. There was an aurora like a curtain, and there were shooting stars scattered in all directions. There were flowers blooming in the void, and there was the rotation of day and night …
All the scenes that the Human Tribe could see were replaying in the sky above Notre-Dame. There were even many scenes that the Human Tribe couldn't understand at all, such as a battlefield that was soaked in thick blood, a world evolved from a drop of water, and millions of battles between the Human Tribe and the Barbarian Tribe …
At every moment, the sky would emit a strange sound, as if heaven and earth were crying. No one understood.
The whole Notre-Dame was like a forbidden zone for all life. Even the great Confucian scholars would be torn to pieces by the aftermath of the terrifying battle of the Saints.
A quarter of an hour later, the nine elders of the Punishment Hall received the order of the Saints, allowing the Punishment Hall to vote on Fang Yun's poem as punishment. If the vote passed, Fang Yun would have to write three poems to guard the State before he could be released.
Not long after, a loud bell suddenly rang from the Sacred Temple of the Jingguo Academy, spreading throughout the capital city.
Then. The voice of the Prime Minister Kang Ha-chuan sounded.
"With the agreement of the Eastern Sage, the Punishment Hall, and the Monarch, the examinee Fang Yun will be given the poem as punishment. If he writes three poems to guard the State, he can be released from prison. If he wins first place in the examination, he can be absolved of all crimes. "
When Kang Ha-chuan was halfway through his speech, millions of people in the capital city cheered. But when Kang Ha-chuan finished, the huge capital city was dead silent. Even the children who were cheering the most before shut their mouths.
After a short silence, the crowd in the capital city exploded.
In front of the Tiger Prison, many students were criticizing.
"Notre-Dame … are those people muddle-headed? Why do they want three poems to guard the State when it's Fang Yun's turn? "
"Fang Yun has been thinking about it for the past few days. He can probably write one national poem, but the Punishment Hall wants him to write three. There are less than twenty-four hours before the Grand Scholar Exam starts tomorrow. Isn't it deliberately making things difficult for a Grand Scholar to think of two national poems before twenty-four hours?"
"Brother Qiao, why did the Punishment Hall do this?"
Qiao Juze sighed helplessly and said, "You can't blame the Punishment Hall for this. I just received news that it's an order from the Saints. There should be a certain … a 'righteous' Half-saint obstructing them. "
"This is … ridiculous!" The Scholar on the side almost scolded, but in the end, he changed his words.
Everyone knew that it must be the Saint of Gyeongo who was obstructing them.
"Can Fang Yun do it? If Fang Yun was given a few more days, he might be able to write three poems. But to write three in a day, even if Confucius was alive, he might not be able to complete it! "
"Nonsense, Confucius's words have the Saint's Path. How can it be less than guarding the State?"
"Compared to Confucius, it must be a fair competition. He is not allowed to write the Saint's Path, only ordinary poems."
"It's useless for you to discuss this. The only thing we can do now is to think of how to help Fang Yun guard the State three times in a day!"
At this moment, a dragon's roar spread throughout the capital city.
"Human Saints, you are really useless. When I become a Saint, let's have a good fight!"
Crack …
A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck where the dragon's roar was.
"Ouch … it hurts, I'm very vengeful!"
There was no lightning in the sky, and the dragon's roar stopped.
"Ya ya ya ya …"
A faintly discernible sound fell into everyone's ears after the dragon's roar.
Most people thought that it was an illusion, but Qiao Juze and the others who were familiar with Fang Yun stared at the Fang Residence in surprise.
"This sound, it seems to be Fang Yun's Spiritual Beast, the little fox. How did it learn the Dragon's Thunder Roar?"
"Did I hear wrong?"
"Perhaps it's the Yellow Dragon's help."
"I'm afraid so."
Within Kong City:
"Brother Detian, I can't take it anymore! We need to act now! "
"Brother Fang has already repeatedly told us to wait until the Moon Tree's Divine Punishment is over before we act. Acting now is useless."
"Then we just sit here and do nothing?"
"This matter involves the conflict between the two races, a conflict between the Saints, and a personal grudge between the Zhu Clan and Fang Yun. We can only wait and see!"
"Forget it, let's wait and see if Fang Yun can guard the State three times."
Imperial City, Changle Palace:
Two women sat in the main hall of the Changle Palace. One of them sat on the Empress Dowager's phoenix throne while the younger one sat to her left.
"Empress Dowager, Fang Yun's ability is comparable to a national treasure. Why don't you save him?"
"A mere crime isn't worth my saving him. Besides, he knows what he's doing. Even if his poem fails, he can still use it before the examination tomorrow. "
"Then I, a member of the Jingguo Imperial Family, should just sit here and wait for death?"
The Empress Dowager slowly said, "No, we can sit here and wait."
The sky within the capital was clear, but outside it was snowing heavily.
The Jade Mountain outside the capital was covered in white snow, and the forest was wrapped in silver.
Within the Lei family's courtyard, two Confucian scholars sat on the ground, drinking tea and discussing the Dao. Whenever the snowflakes came within a foot of them, they would leave.
"This is the first time we've met since the Arctic River," Lei Tingyu said with a smile.
"The snow here is much warmer than the Arctic River," Zong Wenxiong said.
Lei Tingyu suddenly looked towards the capital and asked with a smile, "Brother Zong, how many pieces do you think Fang Yun can write before the examination?"
"Heaven is endless, but man is limited. Two pieces, and the third piece is at most in Mingzhou. "
(To be continued … …)
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