Fang Yun stood at the head of the ship and looked down.
Yellow bells and grand lv, Qi and Yuli, music and dance were all present.
Armors stood in great numbers, lanterns opened the way, and the ceremonial procession was complete.
One of them was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a black Emperor's crown on his head. Jade ornaments hung down, forming a string of beads that covered part of his face.
Fang Yun recognized him as Qing Jun, but there were dark circles under his eyes. Using his medical knowledge, he could see that this monarch had overindulged and his body had been hollowed out.
The two of them looked at each other, expressionless.
The airship slowly descended. The moment it touched the ground, someone said, "Play the music!"
Music rang out. The Qing Emperor took the lead and personally went forward. Behind him were nine guests. After them were the high officials of the Qing Kingdom. Next were the officials of Xiangzhou. After them were the famous people of Xiangzhou. Finally, there were the young people of Xiangzhou.
Between the Gyeongo officials and the Xiangzhou officials, there were ten old men in white Jinshi robes.
The ten old men didn't speak and didn't release any power, but Fang Yun casually scanned them and found that they were different.
A faint murderous intent floated around the ten old men. The people around them couldn't help but distance themselves. Even the ordinary Hanlin students seemed to avoid it.
The ten of them all looked at Fang Yun.
The murderous intent was almost tangible. Fang Yun only saw blood red in front of his eyes. The entire world was covered in the color of blood.
Fang Yun didn't let the literary courage dispel this unknown power, because it was formed by the experiences of the Jinshi. They had at least thirty years of killing and participated in countless battles. It was as if they had been immersed in murderous intent, evil spirit, and death for a long time. The nature of their literary courage had changed slightly.
These people's literary courage might not be as high as Fang Yun's, and the power of their literary courage was also very weak, but the firmness of their literary courage was no less than his, or even better.
Among all their attacks. They all had a strong will that the Jinshi of the Academic School didn't have. Even Fang Yun was a little lacking in that spirit.
Fang Yun had killed a lot of demons and barbarians. But the number of battles he had experienced was less than one-tenth of what these people had.
Ordinary Grand Scholars would definitely be shaken by this blood red color, causing their courage to be muddled. However, Fang Yun was unperturbed. With the experience of the Book Hill, the experience of facing hundreds of thousands of barbarians in the Hunting Ground, and finally the fight with the Demonic Sage's clone, his actual combat experience was enough.
Fang Yun didn't move. The color of blood slowly faded, and his blocked vision gradually recovered.
Many of the scholars in Gyeongo were secretly observing Fang Yun. They found that Fang Yun was unmoved. His eyes were about to regain clarity, and he was even more surprised.
Fang Yun wore the white blademaster uniform of a Grand Scholar and stood on the stairs. He cupped his hands to the Gyeongo officials below and said, "I am Fang Yun. Greetings to the literary friends of Gyeongo."
Fang Yun was modest, but the people of Gyeongo didn't dare to be modest, especially the officials of Gyeongo's Ministry of Rites and the Honglu Temple. The Lei family had been punished by the Hall of Rites for less than three months. If the Jingguo people found out that they were rude. They would lose a layer of skin.
Everyone, including the Emperor of Qing and the Minister of Gyeongo, bowed respectfully at a standard ninety degrees. The moment they bowed, Fang Yun seemed to see flat square bricks in front of him.
After everyone finished bowing, Fang Yun nodded slightly and began to disembark. The Jingguo officials followed, while the people of the Divine Hall either pretended to be Jingguo officials and followed Fang Yun closely or hid in the sky.
Fang Yun walked to the ground. The Emperor of Qing welcomed him and asked with concern, "I heard that Xusheng Daren was attacked by barbarians on the road. My insides are burning as I personally witness the safe arrival of the Illusionary Divine dream master. I am relieved. "
Fang Yun felt that the way the Emperor of Qing addressed him was strange, but he still said as usual, "They are just flies and ants. They are not worth mentioning. I have troubled the Emperor of Qing. "
The Emperor of Qing said seriously, "Xusheng Daren's arrival should be welcomed by the whole city. However, it is in the wee hours of the morning, so it is inconvenient. If there is any neglect, I hope that Xusheng will forgive me."
"The Emperor of Qing is too polite. I prefer to keep things simple. After all … "Fang Yun paused for a moment, swept his gaze over everyone, and continued," I am here to retrieve something. "
The expressions of the people of Gyeongo changed. They did not expect that Fang Yun would say such words upon meeting. He did not give the people of Gyeongo any face. He did not give the Emperor of Qing any face.
No matter how much the Emperor of Qing tried to hide it, he could not hide the awkwardness in his eyes. After all, he was the ruler of a country. In a large country like Gyeongo, the Emperor of Qing's position was above that of ordinary scholars. Fang Yun's words were not polite.
However, Fang Yun was Xusheng. His position was higher than everyone else's. At most, it was inappropriate for him to say such words, but it could not be considered rude.
On the other hand, the people of Jingguo were secretly cheering. The Emperor of Qing deserved to be unlucky. The Fang family's library was sealed just like that, cutting off any attempts to obstruct Fang Yun's teachings. Fang Yun's words, "I am here to retrieve something," not only showed Xusheng's might, but it also boosted the prestige of Jingguo. It also warned the Emperor of Qing of the consequences of sealing the library. In the end, it also told the aristocratic families of the other countries that if they tried to steal Fang Yun's teachings, they could not blame Fang Yun for "retrieving something."
Most of the Grand Scholars had followed Fang Yun to the hunting ground. When they heard what Fang Yun said, they sighed in their hearts. Fang Yun was indeed worthy of being called the Grand Illusionary Master. In this world, only Fang Yun would be able to describe a civil war as "retrieving items".
A Hanlin scholar behind the Emperor of Qing suddenly said, "Lord Xusheng, why are you only retrieving something and not North or South?"
Fang Yun looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a young man in a Hanlin uniform smiling at him. He seemed to be less than 30 years old and resembled his friend Zong Wude in the Holy Ground.
Fang Yun immediately recalled the name list of Gyeongo officials that he had seen before and knew that this person was Zong Wuyuan, Zong Wude's brother. He became a Hanlin scholar at the age of 29 and was the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites. He was a third-grade official and also one of the most outstanding youths in the Zong family. He had a Literary Name in the Ten Nations.
Fang Yun didn't expect him to set a trap as soon as he opened his mouth. Once he couldn't explain the meaning of the item well, it would be easy for him to take advantage of the loophole. Even if he won the civil battle, he wouldn't be able to take Xiangzhou away.
In fact, the word "East" originated from the Han Dynasty. At that time, the markets were all in the east and west of the city. Later on, people gradually used the word "buy things" to refer to items.
However, such an explanation was obviously not suitable for answering Zong Wuyuan.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Among the five elements, the East is wood, the West is metal, the South is fire, and the North is water. Metal and wood can be grasped, but water and fire are not. Naturally, it's retrieving something. "
"According to what Fang Xusheng said, the water of Xiangzhou doesn't belong to the East?" Zong Wuyuan asked.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Zong Hanlin has a body of flesh and blood, so it must be something."
The people of Gyeongo covered their mouths and laughed. Zong Wuyuan mentioned the water and Xiangzhou, and Fang Yun compared his blood to the human body. It was flawless, but Zong Wuyuan couldn't refute. If he said that he wasn't a thing, he would be scolding himself and becoming the laughing stock of the Ten Nations. If he didn't retaliate, he would be laughed at for calling Zong Hanlin a thing.
Zong Wuyuan was in a dilemma and was speechless.
The hundreds of people in Gyeongo looked ashamed, and a few of them looked at Zong Wuyuan with disgust, seemingly secretly cursing him, "How can a mere Hanlin scholar humiliate the great Xusheng?" (To be continued)
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