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Hearing the words "Bamboo Mountain Prefecture", all of the Gyeongo officials felt their hair stand on end.
The Qing Emperor looked at Fang Yun in disbelief. He did not have the majesty of a monarch at all. Instead, he looked like a person who had just woken up from a deep sleep.
The Jingguo officials also looked at Fang Yun in shock. They did not expect Fang Yun to choose the Bamboo Mountain Prefecture.
Even Minister Kang Ha-chuan kept blinking. He could not understand why Fang Yun would make such a choice.
"How dare you!" Gyeongo's Assistant Minister of Rites, Zong Wuyuan, slammed the table and stood up to face Fang Yun.
Fang Yun did not even look at Zong Wuyuan. He looked at the Qing Emperor and continued to ask, "The Qing Emperor does not go back on his words, right?"
The Qing Emperor felt a headache coming. Who would have thought that Fang Yun would dare to mention the Bamboo Mountain Prefecture?
The Bamboo Mountain Prefecture was definitely not the most important prefecture in Gyeongo, nor was it the richest. However, Zong Sheng had studied in Bamboo Mountain City and was an official there for three years.
After Zong Sheng became a Saint, he went to the Bamboo Mountain Prefecture and returned to the academy where he studied. Now, it was called a holy land.
If the Bamboo Mountain Prefecture became Jingguo's territory, the consequences would be unimaginable. Even if it was not a humiliation to Zong Sheng, it was equivalent to giving the Zong family a slap in the face. "Didn't you rob my Fang Yun's library? I will rob your Zong family's holy land! "
Whether it was the Qing Emperor or the officials of the two countries present, they did not consider the Bamboo Mountain Prefecture. Who would dare to provoke the Half-saint family? Moreover, it was a living Half-saint!
Fang Yun dared to do so!
"Do you think Gyeongo has no one?!" Zong Wuyuan shouted again. The rest of the Zong family clenched their fists and were filled with anger. They wanted nothing more than to rush up and fight Fang Yun to the death.
Fang Yun continued to ignore the Zong Clan members. He continued to smile and said, "Qing Jun, the outcome has yet to be decided. Don't tell me you don't even have this little bit of courage?"
Qing Jun wanted to strangle Fang Yun to death. He was too vicious. First, he had schemed to make him agree. Then, he had pushed him into a dilemma. On the surface, Fang Yun seemed to be forcing him, but in reality, he was pointing his sword at the Zong Family: "Let's talk things over. Immediately allow the Fang Family's Library to operate normally in Gyeongo. If they tried to stop him, then the Bamboo Mountain Prefecture might belong to Jingguo."
Xin Zhi said in a low voice, "Wuyuan Xiong, Fang Yun is bound to lose in the civil war against the Ten Scholars. Why are you so angry? When the battle of wits is over, we'll just watch the show from the side. "
Zong Wuyuan said, "That may be the case, but the ancestral sacred ground cannot be blasphemed! Bamboo Mountain Prefecture cannot be decided by Wen Zhan. "
"Oh? Can Wen Zhan decide Feng Province? "Fang Yun asked with a smile.
"How dare you!"
Dozens of Gyeongo officials bristled like wild beasts. All of them stood up, especially those from the Zong Clan. Their eyes were bloodshot as traces of sharpness and sharpness gushed out from their mouths, slicing through the air, emitting whistling sounds.
The Zong Family's ancestral home was in Feng Province.
Zong Sheng lived in Feng Province.
If Fang Yun won the civil war in Feng Province, it would be equivalent to destroying Zong Sheng's ancestral home and digging up the Zong Family's ancestral grave.
Jingguo's officials were shocked at first, then they laughed in their hearts. Gyeongo had been suppressing Jingguo for hundreds of years. Now, they were forced to act like a rooster by Fang Yun. It made people feel very comfortable.
Qing Jun's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He coughed lightly and said, "Fang Xusheng, please be careful with your words. Some words cannot be said carelessly."
"You can do whatever you want. So I can't say anything carelessly? " Fang Yun's voice was very gentle, but his words contained a strange power. It was like the teachings of a saint.
Everyone was silent. Fang Yun's words shut Qing Jun's mouth, and Zong Wuyuan and the other members of the Zong Family had to suppress their anger.
No matter what, the Zong Family's actions of joining forces with Qing Jun to seal the Fang Family's library was indeed more excessive than Fang Yun's words.
Fang Yun glanced at everyone and said slowly, "I have a lot of time from today until I become a great scholar. If any province dares to take away my teachings and open the library, I will fight against that province! "
"Rumble …"
Thunder suddenly rumbled in the sky, making everyone's ears numb.
All the scholars were silent. It seemed that Fang Yun had spoken his mind. The words of ordinary scholars were powerful, but Xusheng's words were echoed by heaven and earth. Half-saint was even more impressive.
Since Fang Yun had said so, then this matter involved the battle of the Divine Path. Unless Half-saint personally said that he wanted to compete with Fang Yun for the teachings, the Zong Family could not even say a word at this time.
The few people of the Zong Family looked at each other, and then Zong Wuyuan shook his head lightly.
As one of the most outstanding scholars of the Zong Family's younger generation, Zong Wuyuan knew the Zong Family's Divine Path like the back of his hand.
Zong Sheng's Divine Path was very clear. He wanted to rope in at least a large barbarian tribe and make them respect him as their leader. Not only would that be a shocking achievement, but it would also be a way to teach the barbarians.
In terms of meaning, the Divine Path of teaching from teaching the barbarians was stronger than the library. The library needed to accumulate for hundreds of years to show its power. It was feasible for Fang Yun, but for Zong Sheng, it was too far away to quench his immediate thirst.
Zong Sheng himself did not fight for the Divine Path of teaching, but his descendants had to fight for it. Thus, the Zong Family and the Qing Emperor worked together to seal the library.
Now, Fang Yun had personally said those words. It meant that if any aristocratic family wanted to go against Fang Yun openly, it would be admitting that they were competing with Fang Yun for the Divine Path. At that time, they would very likely be attacked by Fang Yun.
If Fang Yun was a great scholar or Half-saint, the aristocratic families would be able to go against him. But now, although Fang Yun's literary rank was low, his status was extremely high.
They could use despicable methods on Grand Scholars but not on Illusionary Divine dream masters. They could use powerful methods on Illusionary Divine dream masters but not on Grand Scholars.
Most of the aristocratic families did not want to be enemies with Fang Yun. They wanted to enjoy Fang Yun's battle poems and other new forces, so as to avoid repeating the mistakes of offending the famous aristocratic families.
The Lei family was clearly at the peak of their power. Most of the Half-saint aristocratic families could not suppress them. Even the six quasi-saint aristocratic families had to be courteous to them. However, Fang Yun had single-handedly suppressed the Literary Name. This was a bloody lesson.
The powerful aristocratic families did not want to lose face to fight for the Divine Path of teaching in the library. The weak aristocratic families wanted to fight for it, but they were afraid that their family members would not be able to learn Fang Yun's poems.
However, everyone could see that among the most outstanding people of the human race, as long as they were in the same literary rank as Fang Yun, they would unknowingly be attracted by Fang Yun and accept Fang Yun's kindness. More importantly, these people's growth was extremely shocking.
There were even people who said that those who had fought side by side with Fang Yun had the chance to become a great scholar and at least double the chance to become a Half-saint!
There were already different opinions within the Zong family.
Zong Wude, who had followed Fang Yun in the Holy Ground, had taken the initiative to distance himself from the core of the Zong family. Although the Zong family was willing to see a hundred flowers bloom, this flower bloomed a little too early and was a little crooked.
Qing Jun frowned and pondered, confirming the crux of the matter. Fang Yun wanting the Bamboo Mountain Prefecture was fake, but forcing the Zong family to give up on sealing the Zong family's library was real. It was even possible that Fang Yun wanted to make use of the Bamboo Mountain Prefecture from the start. In the end, Xin Zhi delivered himself to him and Fang Yun agreed to it.
Qing Jun sighed and said, "As for which prefecture Fang Xusheng will choose, we will talk about it after the Literary Battle. It's almost noon now, and the Literary Battle will begin after the meal. Everyone, please take a break and have your lunch. "
Fang Yun nodded and looked outside. There was plenty of sunlight. Only then did he realize that the time he spent on the 13th cloud ladder was different from normal time. (To be continued …) R1292
Translator: Timothy _ Editor: GlobeGlotter
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