Everyone in Jingguo was in high spirits when they heard about the World's Teacher.
"Apart from Kong Sheng, no one else has become the World's Teacher. There has never been a conferring ceremony either." Chang Dongyun, who had already rushed to the border, also entered the viewing platform. He had been gifted the Hidden Edge Poem by Fang Yun and was quite famous in Jingguo.
"That's not a problem. Once Fang Yun becomes the World's Teacher, the Notre-Dame will definitely confer a title on the same level as Xusheng. The World's Teacher title will be at least one Xusheng title. When that happens, the Duke-guarding Duke title will be two Xusheng titles. That's impressive! "
"Haha, after Fang Xusheng becomes Xusheng, the families of the Ten Nations will give him a huge gift. If he becomes the World's Teacher, the families of the Ten Nations will give him another huge gift. This time, the Lei family won't dare to refuse."
"In that case, I really hope that Fang Yun will be conferred the title of Xusheng every year. In a few years, the Fang family will be able to empty the pockets of the other families and become the top family of the human race."
"Hahaha …"
Everyone in Jingguo laughed heartily.
To the side, it was as if there were dark clouds pressing down on the Qing Kingdom's seats.
Fang Yun won nine consecutive victories!
The layman watched the show while the expert watched the skill.
In every literary battle, Fang Yun had shown great strength and won steadily. He relied on his poems to assassinate people, his military skills, his knowledge of plagues, and his talent … In the ninth battle, he relied on his powerful defensive poems. Almost every battle was different. He was an all-rounded scholar.
Many Gyeongo people were filled with despair.
Before the literary battle, they thought that Fang Yun had a slim chance of winning and that it was already impressive that he could make it to the seventh battle. However, Fang Yun won nine consecutive battles!
This meant that Fang Yun's strength was on par with the nine elders.
Xin Zhi realized that the Gyeongo people were in low spirits and humphed coldly. He said, "Everyone, you're really raising the morale of others and diminishing your own prestige! Yes, even I have to admit that Fang Zhenguo's strength is no weaker than the ten Grand Scholars! But don't forget, Fang Yun is a tired soldier. Talent Qi could be continuously recovered, but the power of Literary Courage was already lacking. As for the consumption of Will and Spirit, it was already showing signs of decline when the Glory of the People was formed. "
Zong Wuyuan added in a deep voice, "General Xin is right. Fang Zhenguo continued to engage in verbal battles. But Mr. Qu Hange had been resting. One was tired while the other was idle, waiting for the exhausted. There was no doubt that Old Master Qu would win. Moreover … I believe that Elder Qu has a 100% chance of winning! "
"Oh?" The Gyeongo people were suddenly excited. They didn't understand why Zong Wuyuan said that.
Not only was Zong Wuyuan the assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites, he was also a direct descendant of the Zong Clan. He was far more well-informed than most of the people present.
As soon as Zong Wuyuan finished speaking, everyone heard Zong Jibing speak, so they all looked towards Fang Yun and Zong Jibing.
"You will definitely lose the tenth round!" Zong Jibing said rudely to Fang Yun.
"Oh? I don't think so, but since Elder Zong said so, I would like to hear the details. "Fang Yundao said.
Zong Jibing smiled and said, "I just know a little more than you. As for what I know, I won't tell you. At this point, you are already exhausted. Even if you know, it's useless. "
"Since Elder Zong believes that I will definitely lose, why don't you tell me? Could it be that Elder Zong is using the Vertical and Horizontal Technique on me? "Fang Yun asked doubtfully.
"Your provocation is useless on Old Man! Old Man will definitely not tell you. I'm just telling you to be prepared for failure. Don't wait until the final failure is too hard to accept and you can't recover. You came to Gyeongo easily, but it won't be easy for you to leave! "Zong Jibing turned and left.
"Well said!" Some young people in Gyeongo cheered for Zong Jibing.
"Elder Zong is indeed worthy. Don't lose your fighting spirit! "
Some people in Gyeongo were grasping at straws.
However, most of the scholars in Gyeongo didn't say anything. They were waiting for the final moment. Only Qu Hange's victory would be the real victory.
Zong Jibing returned to Gyeongo's seat and stood in front of Qu Hange.
Qu Hange was the oldest among them. He was over ninety years old. He wore an ordinary grey Confucian crown. His hair was thin, and his face was full of wrinkles and age spots. His eyes were particularly cloudy and even a little yellow. All of his teeth had fallen out. His lips were curled inward, like a budding chrysanthemum.
Qu Hange's back was a little bent. He stood up slowly and looked very weak. It seemed that he could be knocked down by anyone.
However, no one dared to look down on this old man.
In terms of endurance, Qu Hange might not be as good as an old Scholar in his sixties or seventies. In terms of high-intensity battles, he might not be as good as an old Scholar. However, in terms of explosive power in a short period of time, the older he was, the stronger he was!
At Qu Hange's age, his willpower and spirit were already very pure. His literary courage might not be high enough, but it was very strong. Even the Mingqi Bird of the same level couldn't do anything to him.
Their sharp tongue had been baptized by time and battles. It was terrifyingly strong. Even Fang Yun, who had the Real Dragon Bone, was not as good as them.
If they were fighting with others, they could use the Sword Summoning Poem and the Blade Concealing Poem, which was better than Fang Yun's. However, they couldn't use it when facing Fang Yun. They were at a disadvantage in terms of sharp tongue.
In Fang Yun's opinion, Qu Hange's biggest strength was his experience. He knew better than Fang Yun what tactics to use, when to retreat and when to advance. He knew better the choice of poems and the way to win!
There was no emotion in Qu Hange's cloudy eyes.
Zong Jibing bowed and said, "I'm not good enough and lost to Fang Yun. Mr. Qu, please use all your strength to win against Fang Yun. Protect Xiangzhou and strengthen our country!"
"Leave it to the Old Man!" Qu Hange walked over and patted Zong Jibing's shoulder. Then, he walked forward slowly.
Fang Yun and Qu Hange looked at each other.
When Qu Hange walked close to Fang Yun, Fang Yun took the initiative to greet him, "I'm Fang Yun. Nice to meet you, Mr. Qu."
After all, this was an old man in his nineties. No matter what, Fang Yun couldn't be rude.
"Humph!" Qu Hange snorted and said, "My people from Gyeongo went to participate in the Chinese Valentine's Day Cultural Gathering. Why did you people from Jingguo humiliate them? Why don't you show mercy wherever you can? "
There was silence in the grandstand.
Among the previous nine Grand Scholars, some were mild-mannered and some were not powerful enough. However, Qu Hange had been very stubborn for many years. Moreover, as one of the top ten Grand Scholars, he was powerful enough.
The tenth round of the Cultural Battle was very important and could start at any moment. Qu Hange must be up to no good to mention this at this time.
Many people from Gyeongo and Jingguo clenched their fists.
If it wasn't for the wrong time, the people from the two countries would have started a war of words.
Some people from Jingguo were worried. Qu Hange was too senior. If Fang Yun's answer was too tough, it would be bad for his reputation. If his answer was too soft, it would mean that he was afraid before the battle and would be suppressed by Qu Hange.
Fang Yun looked at Qu Hange and said after a while, "Because Gyeongo has never forgiven Jingguo!"
"Well said!" Many people from Jingguo shouted. They supported Fang Yun to vent their anger towards Gyeongo.
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