The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"Even if we don't fulfill the bet, we will destroy their Wen Palace! Tong Li might have met with an accident in the Book Mountain, and it's all over. Shi Dehong might be waiting outside, let's go and take a look."

"But Tong Li..."

"Someone will take care of him in the Wenyuan, let's go."

The eight scholars walked out excitedly, and soon saw Fang Yun talking to the guard outside the door.

The guard hurried into the temple to rescue people, and Fang Yun walked out of the Wenyuan, and the eight scholars followed silently.

A large number of officials came together, just like waves surging over.

Fang Yun glanced, except for Zhang Poyue and other senior officials who did not come, almost all the officials from the fifth to seventh ranks of Yuhai Mansion were present, even those generals who usually did not come to the Wenyuan were there. In addition to the officials, there were also several respected old men who had met at the Dragon Boat Festival before. More than 40 people looked over with eager expectations. They were not so anxious when their own children and grandchildren went down the Book Mountain.

Feng Yuanjun shouted before he came close: "Have you passed the three mountains and two pavilions?"

Fang Yun smiled and said: "I have passed the three mountains and two pavilions." However, he was still thinking about the mysterious palace and the grassland. He had failed in the five mountains, so how could he end up there? He really wanted to know what it was.

"Good!" Feng Yuanjun couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh.

"Good! You won the bet! I want to see with my own eyes the disciple of the poet of Qing country smashing the Wen Palace."

"Let's go!"

The crowd surrounded Fang Yun and walked towards the entrance of the Wenyuan.

At the same time, an official secretly sent a letter by wild goose, which appeared in the Beijing Academy, and then someone sent it to the residence of Tong, the Minister of War, at the fastest speed.

After reading the letter, Tong, who was over fifty years old, sighed and said: "Tell them to try their best to save Xiao Li's life. Come on, prepare a fire-hoofed ox cart. I want to go to Yuhai City in person. I hope I can make it in time."

Not long after, two fire-hoofed oxen pulled a cart and left the capital, rushing towards Yuhai City at high speed.

It was past five in the morning, and it was not the first day of the monthly release of "The Holy Way", but there were crowds of people outside the Academy of Literature in Yuhai City, many of whom were waiting for the news of going to the Book Mountain, which had never happened before.

In the past, Jingguo was mediocre. Although the country where the first place in the Book Mountain was located would receive a lot of rewards from the Holy Academy, Jingguo had only won once, and no one paid attention to it every time it went to the Book Mountain.

This time was different. The top three scholars in the world came from Jingguo, and they went to the Book Mountain in the Academy of Literature in Yuhai Prefecture.

"Alas, why haven't you come out yet? I'm so tired that my waist and legs ache."

"Then go back to the carriage and have a rest."

"No! What if they come out and I don't see them? I want to see with my own eyes the little brat of Qing country destroying the Wen Palace!"

"Alas, don't be so sure. If Fang Yun fails, then our Jing country will never be able to make a breakthrough and can only wait to be divided by other countries."

"Yes, we came here together just to see it in advance. If Fang Yun wins, Jing country will have a chance to rise. If Fang Yun loses, Jing country will be divided after Chen Shengsheng's death."

"May God bless Jing country."

"May God bless Fang Yun."

The huge Wenyuan Square was crowded with Jing people, and a heavy and sad atmosphere hovered in the sky.

Shi Jun's disciple Shi Dehong and the Qingguo scholars who came to the Dragon Boat Festival were all together, not caring about other people's eyes. Those scholars were very relaxed, but Shi Dehong had a serious face and even a hint of anger in his eyes, because it was here that he was driven out by Shi Jun, which became the greatest shame of his life.

"Dehong, don't be too serious. This year's book mountain is so much slower than in previous years. It must be that the disciples of the semi-saint family climbed too high. It can't be related to Fang Yun."

"Yes, the semi-saint family disciples who passed the exam for the scholar this year are very extraordinary. Some are similar to Yan Yukong and must be able to reach the three mountains and three pavilions."

Shi Dehong nodded and said hatefully: "I don't believe he can pass the three mountains and two pavilions! I couldn't pass it when I was a juren, let alone he is just a scholar!"

"Of course. We want to see him destroy his own palace and watch him become a fool."

Shi Dehong said insidiously: "I don't want him to become a fool. I hope that after he destroys his own palace, he will live in regret and pain for the rest of his life. Only in this way can I relieve the hatred in my heart."

At this time, the main gate of the Wenyuan slowly opened.

Many experienced Jing people showed joy on their faces, because the main gate of the Wenyuan was not opened casually. Generally, it was only opened on important occasions such as imperial examinations and receiving superiors. If Fang Yun failed to climb the Book Mountain, the main gate would never be opened. Even if Fang Yun succeeded in climbing the Book Mountain, the main gate would not be opened. There is a high possibility that there is some particularly good news.

As the gate continued to open, more and more people appeared, and everyone was happy.

Except for the Tong family, all the Jing people outside almost cheered, but they all held back and waited quietly for the result.

The faces of the Tong family and the Qing people turned pale in an instant. No matter how stupid they were, they could see that Fang Yun might have won, but they did not give up and hoped for a special result.

Feng Yuanjun looked around at everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Shi Dehong's face nearby. He took a deep breath and was about to speak when a grand voice exploded in the sky.

At the same time, the same voice rang above all the academies of the ten countries.

"Fang Yun, a student of Jing, is not afraid of hardships and bravely climbed the Book Mountain. He finally reached the three mountains and three pavilions. He ranks first in this Book Mountain and is the best in the ten countries. I hope that all students will take Fang Yun as a role model, be loyal to the saints, and strengthen our human race!"

A tsunami-like cheering broke out outside the Yuhai Mansion Academy!

"After Chen Sheng, my Jing State has once again won first place in the Book Mountain. May Jing State win!"

"Fang Yun went to Shushan and was the best among the ten countries!"

"In the past few years, they were only said to be 'the first in the mountain of books', but at the same time they were rated as the 'first show in the ten countries'. There are only four or five people in a century. Our country, Jingguo, is expected to rise!"

Fang Yun was quite speechless. Just now, the half-sage told him not to show off, but now he was named the "No. 1 Showman of the Ten Countries". This meant that in front of him, no one could call himself or call others Maocai. He is the only truly talented person in the Ten Kingdoms.

When everyone had cheered enough, Feng Yuanjun raised his arms to signal everyone to stop, and then said loudly: "Fang Yun bravely climbed the peak of Shushan, which is a gratifying and congratulatory event, but the celebration must be put behind. Now, we have to settle something with Qingguo thing!"

Feng Yuanjun's tongue-splitting spring thunder echoed around the Wenyuan, and everyone could hear it clearly.

Everyone followed Feng Yuanjun's gaze and looked at the six Qingguo people who were either frightened or frustrated, and one of them, Shi Dehong, had a face that was distorted beyond human appearance.

Most of the people present were scholars, and they all understood Shi Dehong's thoughts. For a son of a wealthy family who had worked hard to become a civil servant, committing suicide in the literary palace was more cruel than death. It's been a long time since he died, but after Suiwen Palace, his status in the family will not only deteriorate, but his former enemies will inevitably take revenge.

Literary is not the best. A person like Shi Dehong is literary and flamboyant. He is also a disciple of the Poet King. He even dares to participate in the Dragon Boat Festival of the two countries. He will inevitably compete with each other in Qing Dynasty to compare poems and articles, offending countless people. Even if only a handful of those people take revenge, it would be a huge disaster for him.

It became extremely quiet in front of the Wenyuan gate, with occasional coughs.

Shi Dehong gritted his teeth. When the examination results were released, he was humiliated by Shi Jun. Today he wanted to avenge his shame, but when he met Fang Yun, he could only pass the Three Mountains and Two Pavilions, and even become the first in Shushan. That's all, but even the Half-Saint named him the "No. 1 Showman of the Ten Countries". This is simply equivalent to the Semi-Saint helping Fang Yun to humiliate him!

After a long while, Shi Dehong looked at Fang Yun and asked in a low voice: "I admit my mistake to you, can you forgive me?"

"Fang Yun, don't listen to him!"

"Fang Yun, please don't act on your impulse!"

Everyone tried to persuade him, fearing that Fang Yun would be soft-hearted and spare Shi Dehong.

But a judge next to Shi Dehong said loudly: "Fang Yun, since you are the best in the ten countries, you should have a kind heart and courage. Since Dehong admits his mistake to you, you should forgive him."

"We, Jingqing and Qing, are separated by a thin wall. We have cooperated many times to kill barbarians. How could you kill him!"

"Fart, why did Fang Yun kill him!"

The people of Jingguo were angry. These people of Qingguo were so shameless. They were obviously implying that if Fang Yun disagreed, it would be disrespectful and would ruin Fang Yun's literary reputation.

In this way, Fang Yunhui will be particularly passive, and his name will be smeared if he is not careful.

Fang Yun seemed to know nothing. He smiled calmly and said, "Everyone in Qingguo is wrong. This matter depends on him, not me. Shi Dehong, if I am the one who loses this time, can you accept my apology and forgive me?" If you can, then swear by Wen Gong Wen Dan and complete the oath, and the matter between you and me will be wiped out."

Several Qingguo people were speechless and secretly scolded Fang Yun for being cunning. In this case, the whole thing would be blamed on Shi Dehong. Shi Dehong would definitely not be able to forgive Fang Yun and would not dare to swear. Then others would only blame Shi Dehong in the future. It is impossible to blame Fang Yun.

The people of Jingguo felt that Fang Yun lived up to his reputation. He counterattacked so sharply in a short period of time and was worthy of being the best player in the ten countries.

Thousands of people stared at Shi Dehong together.

First, the Dragon Boat Festival failed, then he was expelled by Shi Jun, and just now he was indirectly punished by the Half Saint. Now, Fang Yun's last words were like a knife to his neck. Shi Dehong finally couldn't bear the huge pressure and collapsed, like crazy. ran outside.

He shouted while running: "I can't destroy Wen Palace! I am a son of a wealthy family! I have noble people to help me! I am Shijun's student. If anyone dares to touch me, my master will definitely come to take revenge! Fang Yun, you Don’t force me to death, my master will not let you go!”

Suddenly, a sarcastic laugh came from not far away.

"Will the Qingguo people refuse to admit defeat?"

I saw a bearded man striding over, and all the people around him were pushed aside by strange forces, as if they were taking the initiative to make way for him.

"General Zhang!"

"Captain Zhang!"

"Brother Poyue."

Hearing these titles, everyone recognized him. Jiangzhou's highest military official, the governor of the state army, Hanlin Zhang Poyue, a person whose reputation in Jiangzhou was second only to Li Wenying.

It's just that the attendant behind him holding the fruit bowl is a little out of place.

When the official saw Zhang Poyue coming, he had two different expressions. One was very happy, and the other seemed to say it was bad.

Zhang Poyue said loudly: "People from the Qing Kingdom, remember to tell Lord Shi when you go back that the person who killed his disciple is Zhang Poyue. If you have the ability, go to Li Wenying to take revenge!"

After speaking, Zhang Poyue spit out the spear of talent.

A flash of white light penetrated Shi Dehong's chest, and a piece of red light flew out with the talent gun and fell to the ground, spreading into a pool of blood.

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