The Gyeongo officials couldn't hide their disappointment. ▲ 〃
Qing Jun coughed lightly and said, "No wonder someone said a few years ago that Xu Sanjue had obtained a strange item. It was the ink lady. This item should have been given to Half-saint, but he kept it for himself. Isn't he too greedy? "
"Then would Qing Jun be willing to give Gyeongo to me? I guarantee that under my rule, Gyeongo's national strength will double! "Fang Yun retorted without holding back.
Qing Jun looked at Fang Yun with displeasure. Although Fang Yun was Xusheng, he was still young. If he argued with others, youth was enough to resolve the blame. However, he wasn't young and was the ruler of a country. If he really argued with Fang Yun over this matter, not only would he be refuted by Fang Yun, but his already bad reputation would also be damaged.
The people of Gyeongo might be biased towards him, but the people of the other countries and ancient lands valued Fang Yun more.
Qing Jun didn't reply. Instead, he looked around and found that the Zong family members were embarrassed and angry, while the people of Jingguo were proud. He cursed his bad luck. They had lost all face today and couldn't continue like this.
"Fang Xusheng, since you've obtained the ink lady, let's enter the Academy of Literature." Qing Jun gestured for him to enter.
Fang Yun didn't argue with Qing Jun. He turned and walked towards the Xiangzhou Academy of Literature.
The doors of the Xiangzhou Academy of Literature were wide open. On the door frame on both sides was a couplet that Fang Yun had written last year.
"Book Hill has a path with diligence, and the sea of learning is boundless with hardship."
From that day onwards, Fang Yun's name was known throughout the world.
Fang Yun looked at the couplet and sighed with emotion. He stopped.
The others also stopped.
Kang Ha-chuan smiled and said, "Fang Xusheng, when you wrote this couplet, you were only a scholar."
He Ludong continued with a smile, "Not only was he an Elementary Scholar, he wrote it right after the imperial examinations and was crowned the number one Elementary Scholar in the world. At that time, I thought that it was just luck that he got A + in all three subjects, but now that I think about it, I really feel ashamed of myself. "
Qing Jun also sighed in admiration. "Back then, Fang Xusheng broke Jingguo Tianhuang and even became the only top three scholar in the history of the human race. I'm so envious. In the past two years, countless scholars have pondered over Fang Xusheng's poems and essays. "
The Gyeongo officials could see that the Qing Emperor wanted to use flattering Fang Yun to get rid of the previous awkwardness, so they all agreed.
However, the people of the Zong Family kept their mouths shut and their faces were ashen. Needless to say, the appearance of the Mo Lady was too important. Today's matter would definitely be published in the 10th of February, and the Zong Family would definitely be mocked by the Ten Nations.
Fang Yun wasn't interested in listening to these people's flattery. He stopped for a moment and then walked inside.
Behind the gate of the Xiangzhou Institute of Literature was the common Temple Square. Further ahead was the simple yet majestic Temple Square. The Temple Square had black tiles, red walls, vermilion doors, and red pillars. The surface of the Temple was suffused with a faint white glow.
In front of the Temple Square, ten old men dressed in white were lined up in a row. There were also some Gyeongo officials beside them.
The old men stood in place with their eyes closed to rest, but in their hearts, they were reciting the scriptures of the saints.
They didn't participate in today's banquet, nor did they look at the official seal. Hence, they didn't know what happened today. In fact, they didn't even open their eyes when the Mo Lady appeared.
Nothing could affect them.
Most of these old people had age spots on their faces. The youngest was seventy-three years old and the oldest was ninety-one years old.
In terms of scriptures, essays, poems, and songs, the ten old Jinshi scholars might not be as outstanding as the young Jinshi scholars of the various countries. In terms of talent, wisdom, and quick-wittedness. They might not be as good as the young people in the literature.
An iron rod might not be able to write on paper, and even after decades of polishing, it still couldn't be used to write like a brush. However, it could be honed into a killing weapon!
The ten old Jinshi scholars weren't pens, but swords!
They might have lost the chance to advance to a higher position. However, in the Jinshi scholars, even those talented young people who were destined to become great scholars were far inferior to them!
Those young geniuses might look down on them in the future, but now, they could only lower their heads.
Fang Yun's gaze swept across the ten people. Their detailed information flashed through his mind.
Every one of them had more experience in literary battles than he did. Every one of them had used more war poems and sharp words than he did. Every one of them had experienced more life and death situations than he did. Every one of them seemed to have walked through a bloody mist.
The ten of them opened their eyes. The entire Temple Square felt as if winter had arrived. Everyone below the level of Grand Scholar instinctively shrank back.
Fang Yun saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but none of this could stop him.
Fang Yun walked forward with firm steps.
Before long, Fang Yun arrived in front of the Temple Square.
The two sides looked at each other and bowed.
"Greetings, Fang Xusheng."
"Greetings, Old Sirs."
The two sides walked to the left and right of the Temple Square and faced each other.
The moment the two sides stood firm, the air seemed to freeze for a moment. Everyone's heartbeat and breathing seemed to stop.
Lord Qing raised his head and spoke with a thunderous voice, "Today …"
Suddenly, a loud boom interrupted Lord Qing's words. Lord Qing's face was filled with anger, but he immediately restrained himself.
With the Temple Square as the center, a strange change occurred in the world.
The Temple Square suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a milky-white ball of light. Then, the ball of light suddenly expanded.
A gale swept through and the light was dazzling. Everyone either released the power of literary courage or used their arms to block their bodies.
When the white light dissipated, Fang Yun opened his eyes and found himself in a huge valley. This place was surrounded by mountains. On the slopes of each mountain, there were neat rows of stairs.
In front of him stood ten Jinshi scholars who were about to engage in a literary battle. The people of the other two countries were on the stairs.
This was the descent of the literary world!
A Half-saint brought them directly into the Half-saint's literary world and created a temporary viewing platform.
At the same time, Fang Yun felt his official seal vibrating. When he took a closer look, he discovered that the sacred academy had sent out a message to every scholar with an official seal. As long as those scholars were in the vicinity of the Sage Shrine, they could send their divine sense into the literary world of the Eastern Sage Academy and spectate the battle.
Fang Yun blinked and saw hundreds of thousands of streams of light descending from the sky. They landed on the stairs of the mountain slopes and turned into scholars. The streams of light were endless, and more and more people were coming up to the observation platform.
Gyeongo, Jingguo, Qi, Shu, Wu Guo, and the other ten countries were all there. All the scholars from Two World Mountain, Ten Frigid Ancient Land, Desolate City Ancient Land, Zhenyu Sea, and other places stopped fighting and rushed over.
The black-robed High Scholar, white-robed Jinshi, white-robed Hanlin, green-robed Grand Scholar, and purple-robed Confucian appeared on the viewing platform.
Almost no one said a word. They all looked at the eleven people in silence.
Fang Yun and the ten Jinshi looked at each other. Both sides felt the helplessness in each other's eyes. They didn't understand why the Eastern Sage wanted to join in the fun. He actually came to his literary world for a literary battle.
The Eastern Sage obviously couldn't host the literary battle. The people of the other two countries were on the mountain slopes and were too far away. Fang Yun coughed lightly and said, "Who will be the first to engage in a literary battle with me?"
The old Jinshi on the left stepped forward and clasped his hands, "This old man is Fang Po. Greetings to Xusheng."
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