These ten Grand Scholars were old and experienced. They had been through countless trials and tribulations. What Fang Yun said seemed normal, but the way he addressed them was different. ☆ →
Fang Po was over seventy years old, while Fang Yun was still very young. Logically speaking, Fang Yun should have addressed Fang Po as "Granduncle" or something of a higher generation, but Fang Yun had called him "Clan Uncle". This meant that Fang Yun already knew Fang Po's real seniority, and it also meant that Fang Yun was using this title to tell everyone that he already knew everyone's background.
It might not be possible to do it alone in Jingguo, but Fang Yun's friends were all over the world. He could even find out the ten generations of the ten famous Grand Scholars.
However, no one knew much about Fang Yun.
The ten Grand Scholars either smiled faintly or remained expressionless. This was part of the literary battle, a battle of mentality. They guessed that Fang Yun must have already fought with the people from Gyeongo at the banquet.
Fang Po smiled at the other nine Grand Scholars and said, "I am going to compete with this young man from my family. Please wait for a moment."
The other nine Grand Scholars in white nodded. Eight of them turned around and left. However, Qu Hange, one of the ten Grand Scholars, suddenly said, "Fang Yun, if you can stand in front of me, I will personally send you back to Jingguo!"
"Thank you, Mr. Qu. When the literary battle is over, please help me pass a message to the head disciple of Mr. Shi. Jingguo is not a place for him to behave atrociously. Don't come here again." Fang Yundao said.
"Humph!" Qu Hange turned around and left.
The other Grand Scholars shook their heads. Mr. Shi's head disciple was humiliated by Fang Yun at the Chinese Valentine's Day Literary Competition last year. His courage was gone, and he was friends with Qu Hange's son. It was no wonder that Qu Hange would pick on Fang Yun.
The faces of a few bad-tempered old Grand Scholars darkened, while the good-tempered old Grand Scholars smiled bitterly. They thought that Fang Xusheng was just as the rumors said. He was usually polite and courteous, but once he encountered an enemy, he showed no mercy. That "don't come here again" implied that Xiangzhou would soon become the land of Jingguo, once again stirring up their emotions.
After that, Fang Yun discovered that the ten Grand Scholars had all touched the official seal. Accept the letter.
A look of astonishment flashed across Fang Po's eyes, and he said, "I don't know where you and I will be sent to next. If you feel that you can't win, quickly tell me, and I will stop immediately. A battle of wits is different from a battle of wits. If you don't hold back, I'm afraid there will be casualties. "
"Thank you for your reminder, Great Uncle. If Great Uncle agrees, I will show mercy." Fang Yun spoke the truth. There was no deep hatred between them. If he were to die in a civil war, it would be too unjust.
"But … it's unlikely that you will die." A look of envy flashed across Fang Po's eyes.
Fang Yun naturally understood what Fang Po meant. Eastern Sage was afraid that something would happen to him, so he didn't hesitate to use his power to summon the Literary Realm. As long as he was in danger, Eastern Sage would naturally save him, but others might not be so lucky.
Because a civil war was a battle of life and death.
Both sides took three steps back and looked at each other calmly.
All the information about Fang Po flashed across Fang Yun's mind.
Fang Po, Gyeongo's Feng Prefecture. Since young, he liked to fight and did not like to study. Later on, his family changed and he saw his father killed. His temperament changed drastically, and he worked hard. After becoming a Grand Scholar, he killed his enemy. However, when he was being investigated by Gyeongo's Ministry of Justice, he refused to admit it. He even swore an oath that if he was the one who did it. He would never be able to enter the Hanlin Academy.
Because of that oath, Fang Po was still unable to enter the Hanlin Academy. After that, he experienced various battles and grew through life and death situations, and gradually became a famous Grand Scholar. In Gyeongo, he was extremely famous.
Fang Po's most glorious battle was when he led a small team of High Scholars out. They were ambushed by three Demon Marquises, ten Demon Marshals, and a large number of Demon Generals. In the end, they retreated and won. However, other than him, all the High Scholars died in battle.
Since then, Fang Po did not go out and only participated in the defense of the Desolate City.
Twenty years ago, Fang Po was already a poetry maniac. Now, he had already cultivated three battle poems to the third level. Two were Elementary Scholar battle poems, and one was a High Scholar battle poem. At the same time, his sharp tongue had already reached the third level, and was close to the third level. Even the outstanding Han Lin Academy could not compare to him.
Fang Po once sparred with the Third Imperial Scholar, who had passed the third Imperial Scholar Hall. In the end, both sides agreed to a draw. However, the Third Imperial Scholar later said that if they really fought to the death, Fang Po had at least a ninety percent chance of winning!
Fang Yun recalled every detail about Fang Po in his mind. Fang Yun knew how powerful these old Grand Scholars were. They had already turned fighting into their instincts, and if he was not careful, he would lose.
When he was in the Grand Scholar Hunting Ground, Fang Yun had already experienced the power of these Grand Scholars. However, these Grand Scholars were not over fifty years old. If they were to compete with these ten old Grand Scholars in Gyeongo, they would definitely lose!
The most outstanding Grand Scholar in the Hunting Ground, Lei Li, was very powerful, especially the third level of the Song of Gale. It could turn ordinary tornadoes into wind giants, and it could use two or even three wind giants at the same time. It was so powerful that Fang Yun felt helpless.
However, even if Fang Po was the weakest of the ten, he could easily deal with Lei Li.
However, these days, Fang Yun was not idle. He had been learning, cultivating, and improving.
Fang Yundao said, "I have already chosen three items for the Literary Battle. I wonder if Grand Uncle has already chosen?"
Fang Po said, "I am not as rich as you, Xusheng. You have the Fog Butterfly and the Inkstone Turtle. Just now, I received an urgent letter, and you have the Ink Lady. As for this old man, I originally only had one Hanlin Wen Bao Pen. Before the Literary Battle, I chose two Hanlin Wen Bao Pens from the Qing Emperor, so there are three items in total. As for the other two, it is not convenient for me to talk about them in detail. You must be careful. "
"Since Grand Uncle already knows, there is no need for me to hide it."
Fang Yun originally prepared the Fog Butterfly, the Inkstone Turtle, and the Hanlin Wen Bao Pen. However, after obtaining the Ink Lady, he did not hesitate to give up on the Hanlin Wen Bao Pen.
"Then, let the Literary Battle begin." Fang Yun finished speaking and bowed to Fang Po.
The moment Fang Yun raised his head, he found that his surroundings had suddenly changed.
The surroundings had turned into a dense forest. The trees were at least seven or eight feet tall, and almost no sunlight could shine in.
Fang Yun did not panic. He quickly leaned against a tree and observed his surroundings. There were no insects, no birds, and no signs of life in the forest.
Thus, Fang Yun took out a piece of paper and placed it on the ground. He bent down and put his ear on the paper, listening carefully, hoping to determine Fang Po's position through the vibration of the ground.
However, he found nothing.
Fang Yun immediately let the Fog Butterfly fly out and rest on his shoulder. Then, he took the Inkstone Turtle out of the River Shell and placed it on the plate in front of his chest.
The Ink Lady was in the ink. She seemed to be a little shy and did not dare to expose herself completely.
Fang Yun held the brush in his hand and whispered, "Little Ink Lady, this battle is very important. I hope you can help me. Don't try to run away like the Inkstone Turtle."
The Ink Lady nodded and reached out her small hand to pat the Inkstone Turtle's shell.
The Inkstone Turtle swayed slightly and very reluctantly expressed that it would cooperate.
Fang Yun nodded and looked at the Ink Lady with a joyful smile. This little guy had absorbed all the ink ingots and ink in the city, especially those priceless ink ingots. It would definitely be of great benefit to her.
Fang Yun was about to continue looking for Fang Po when the Ink Lady suddenly revealed a puzzled expression. Then, she gently leaped and stepped on the surface of the ink like a graceful girl, forming little ripples. She pointed to the southwest and looked at Fang Yun at the same time.
"Are you saying that someone is there?" Fang Yun was both delighted and surprised.
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