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"Serve the meal!"
The people from the two countries ate slowly. After they were full, they discussed in low voices.
Fang Yun had just put down his chopsticks when he received many messages from his friends. Most of them asked him how courageous he was and if he still wanted to fight in Xiangzhou. He gave them all the same answers.
Everything was fine. Everything was as usual.
There were also people who talked about the changes in the rankings. Fang Yun went in to take a look and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. These Gyeongo people were brainless. If he really couldn't win the battle, he would leave immediately.
In the end, the Gyeongo people guessed that he couldn't leave immediately for the sake of his reputation. He should at least win a few battles before leaving.
Fang Yun shook his head and closed his eyes to rest.
Next, he would have a battle with the ten Grand Scholars.
The battle was relatively simple. The two of them would stand in front of the Academy and exchange blows. They could also prohibit the other from using certain techniques.
The battle of the Academy was different. It would usually be carried out in the literary world. The environment of each battle of the Academy would change. If one met a suitable place, one would be lucky. If one met a place that didn't suit one, one could only blame it on his bad luck.
There were very few restrictions in the battle of the Academy.
However, to prevent the nobles from relying too much on their family's power, the battle of the Academy stipulated that each person could only use three divine items or literary treasures. They also couldn't use anything that contained the aura of a Saint like the Holy Page.
Before the start of the battle, Fang Yun had already decided that the Inkstone Tortoise was a must. Next was a Hanlin Treasure Brush. This brush was a gift from the Chen Sheng Clan. Not only could it increase the power of battle poems by 40%, it was also sealed with the Hanlin Haste Poem "Long Wind Walk", which had excellent effects.
As for the third item, it was the Fog Butterfly. With the Fog Butterfly's power of the Weak Water and Strange Wind, Fang Yun believed that his Iron Horse Glacier could easily defeat most of the Ten Grand Scholars. However, it was hard to say in front of Qu Hange, Zong Jibing, and Qiu Chongshan. After all, the power of the Wind and Rain Dream Battle was too scattered. It couldn't be decided in one blow.
In the afternoon, everyone went to the Academy of Literature in Baling.
The soldiers blocked the road. Fang Yun's pure-blooded Dragon Horse was at the front.
Behind them was the Qing Emperor's carriage. From the driver to the serving girls inside to the Qing Emperor, they were all unhappy.
Logically speaking, the two carriages should have traveled side by side. However, even if the horses in Qing Jun's carriage had been whipped until their flesh was torn open, they still didn't dare to travel side by side with Fang Yun's pure-blooded dragon horse. Those horses only dared to obediently follow behind the dragon horse carriage.
When the carriage arrived at the square in front of the State Academy of Arts, Fang Yun got off the horse.
The sky was clear and cloudless.
One side of Wenyuan Street was blocked off by soldiers, so there were no pedestrians. However, the opposite side of Wenyuan Street was packed with people. If not for the large number of soldiers holding hands to stop them, they would have rushed over like a flood.
"Greetings, Fang Xusheng!"
"Fang Xusheng, you must win!"
"You dare to push me? I dare you to push me again! Believe it or not, Fang Xusheng will kill you with his pen! "Suddenly, someone cursed at a Gyeongo soldier, scaring the soldier.
"We're Gyeongo enough!"
"Xiang Province is back! Our country is back! "
"Jingguo is back!"
Many people from Xiang Province shouted, especially some old scholars. They were so happy that they cried.
Qing Jun and Gyeongo's officials wanted nothing more than to kill all these people. They had lost all face.
Jingguo's officials, however, had tacit smiles on their faces. This was the most exalted moment since coming to Gyeongo.
Fang Yun cupped his fists to the people of Xiang Province as a greeting. Just as he was about to enter the Academy of Arts, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Fang Xusheng, wait a moment. You and I have agreed to fulfill our agreement today."
Fang Yun was startled. Although he had heard this voice before, he couldn't immediately recall who it was. After being stunned for a moment, Fang Yun finally remembered this person. He then looked into the crowd.
He saw an old man slowly making his way through the crowd. The crowd was so packed that not even a drop of water could trickle through, but this person didn't seem to be obstructed in the slightest. The people in front of him were all pushed aside by an invisible force, and they didn't even realize that they were being pushed aside.
This was the old man that Fang Yun had met when he was a soldier in Jadesea City. Only later did he learn that this old man was the renowned Xu Sanjue.
This Xu Sanjue had rendered countless contributions. He had been injured in the battle of Two Boundaries Mountain and later fought against the grassland barbarians. In the end, he had lost his courage and had been recuperating in Jadesea City.
As for his agreement with Xu Sanjue, Fang Yun couldn't immediately remember. The reason he had met Xu Sanjue was because Xu Sanjue was skilled in painting and could disguise his appearance. But when he thought of the disguise and the paintings in Jadesea City, Fang Yun suddenly remembered their agreement.
Fang Yun hurriedly went over. Xu Sanjue walked to the front and stood between two Gyeongo soldiers. His face was old, but his turbid eyes suddenly flashed with light.
"You've already obtained the Inkstone Turtle, so I'll give it to Ink Lady!" Xu Sanjue suddenly waved his hand at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun hastily took the Inkstone Turtle out of the River Drinking Shell.
The Inkstone Turtle's nose twitched, and then it opened its mouth wide and its eyes wide as it looked up at the sky in ecstasy.
Suddenly, the world changed color. There were clearly no clouds in the sky, and it was clearly daytime, but all of Baling City suddenly turned dark.
Countless people looked up at the sky. With the sun gone, it was as dark as night.
While everyone was confused, a statue of a woman suddenly appeared above the Notre-Dame.
This statue seemed to be carved out of black jade. It was a hundred feet tall, and its entire body was pitch black but emitted a gentle luster. Her face was delicate, her nose was straight, and her thin lips were like two black peach blossoms. Her arms were slender, and there was a pair of round jade feet under her skirt. Every part of her body was perfect. Even though this woman was as black as ink, everyone instinctively felt that this was a peerless beauty whose beauty could cause the downfall of a city.
Suddenly, all the ink slabs, ink sticks, and ink within a thousand li trembled slightly.
Then, all the ink sticks and ink sticks within a hundred li flew toward the black-haired woman.
In the sky, the ink sticks were like clouds and the ink drops were like rain. They all flew from bottom to top into the black-haired woman's body.
"My Dragon Blood Ink Stick!" A Gyeongo scholar called out.
Fang Yun was stunned. Then, he realized that all the ink sticks he had hidden in the River Oyster Shell, including the Sacred Blood Ink Stick given to him by the Kongsheng Family, were all flying toward the black-haired woman.
Fang Yun felt incomparably pained. He looked back and saw that the ink sticks carried by Lord Qing, Kang Ha-chuan, Gyeongo Minister of Wen, and the others were all flying toward the black-haired woman. He suddenly felt very balanced.
"That's my family heirloom! It's the Sacred Dragon Blood Ink! Men, kill this monster! "Lord Qing let out a mournful scream as he watched the ink stick inlaid with golden threads fly high.
Many young or low-ranking scholars also shouted. Everyone was burning with anxiety. The ink sticks they carried with them were their best. Now that they had all been sucked away, how could they not be angry?
Some people even let out a battle of words, ready to attack at any time.
However, as long as it was a high-ranking or old scholar, although their hearts ached, they did not have any intention to attack. Furthermore, most of them had strange gazes.
Zong Wuyuan clenched his fists tightly as he watched the Sacred Blood Ink Stick given to him by Zong Sheng being sucked away. Other than reluctance in his eyes, there was also a trace of fanaticism. His hand quietly landed on the official seal.
Not only Zong Wuyuan, but everyone who could control the talent energy of the Holy Temple also placed their hands on the official seal.
"Why aren't you attacking this monster!" Lord Qing shouted.
However, Gyeongo Minister of Wen said, "Don't panic, Lord! The appearance of the black-haired woman is a great auspicious sign! Gyeongo's blessing, Lord's blessing! "
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