The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Whether they are old men in their seventies or eighties or children of several years old, whether they are women or unmarried daughters, whether they are scholars or illiterate people, they all gather behind Fang Yun at this moment and move forward mightily.

Fang Yun is like their spiritual support, and like the brightest literary star in the dark night, leading them to the gate of the literary college.

The gate of the liberal arts college was surrounded by a wide open space with cloth strips. It was used as a competition arena. More than ten officers were guarding the open space. There were bloodstains everywhere on the open space.

In the ring, four elite officials and five scholars from the Qing Kingdom were sitting on chairs, with some officials from the Jing Kingdom sitting across from them. Every official had a sinking look on his face, and among them, Feng Yuanjun from the Fuwen Academy had the worst expression.

Outside the competition ring, a Jingguo scholar was supported by several people and was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. There was a large pool of blood on the ground in front of him.

An arrogant voice came from the side door of the literary courtyard.

"Hahaha, you losers of Jingguo, are you here to die? Idiots! People of Jingguo, as long as you kneel down in front of us and beg for mercy, saying that Jingguo is not as good as me, Qingguo, we will spare you."

"What are you looking at? But you are still human beings. Fang Yun, that shy turtle, has not dared to come yet, even you are worse. What? Are you angry? I am Qingguo Feng Shaoyu, come and beat me if you are not convinced!"

Among the nine scholars in Qingguo, except for two who were smiling, most of them had expressionless faces, but two of them frowned, very dissatisfied with Feng Shaoyu's words.

Fang Yun understood after hearing half of it that Feng Shaoyu was probably a political strategist. Sometimes he was full of talk and described the dead as alive and the living as dead. But when necessary, such as negotiations between the two countries, Or when calling for a formation, they will use various methods to provoke the other party to obtain maximum benefits.

Moreover, the words of politicians are full of boldness and talent, and it is easy to deceive or anger others.

Everyone present knew that Feng Shaoyu looked extremely arrogant on the surface, but in fact everything he did was to bring out Fang Luck, and he could never really be so arrogant. But even though they knew he was like this, many people still couldn't help it.

"Feng Shaoyu, right? I'm here to beat you!" Fang Yun said as he walked forward.

The officials stood up quickly and looked at Fang Yun with surprise and joy.

"Who are you?" Feng Shaoyu looked disdainful, but his eyes were extremely alert, and he was obviously not as arrogant as he appeared.

"Jingguo is lucky!"

Fang Yun said, walking towards the ring surrounded by guards.

All nine Qingguo people stood up, and Feng Shaoyu not only showed no anger, but showed a hint of pleasure that his plot had succeeded.

"Hahaha, Fang Yun, no matter how great your literary talents are, haven't you been lured out by me?" Feng Shaoyu continued to sneer.

Fang Yun said calmly: "No matter what you say, it will not anger me. As for the fact that you led me out, I believe that when I beat you, you will be extremely regretful."

"Haha! Beat me? Okay, as long as you beat me in Wen Dou, I'll let you beat me! It's no problem if you beat me to death! However, I, Feng Shaoyu, can also be said to be the only one who can defeat me. You must at least defeat me. Only a scholar is qualified to compete with me. Then don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

At the end of the sentence, Feng Shaoyu's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Fang Yun said: "Okay, I'll see how cruel you are first, and then I'll beat you." As he said that, Fang Yun looked at the nine Qingguo people.

"Who among the scholars of the Qing Kingdom will fight with me first?" Fang Yun straightened his body, raised his chin slightly, and a breath as sharp as a sword came out of his body, stinging the eyes of everyone in the Qing Kingdom.

The people of the Qing Kingdom were secretly shocked, guessing that Fang Yun's talent or Wen Gong was too powerful, so the leaked aura formed a substantial deterrent.

I saw a young man in black clothes walking over to Fang Yunyi. He cupped his hands and said, "Fang Maocai, everyone is their own master. I want to repay the favor and have to participate in the civil struggle. I have offended many people, but I hope you will forgive me."

"A member of the Xi family?" Fang Yun asked.

"Xi Molu."

"You want to use your despicable behavior to taint the Xi family?"

"Fang Maocai, you misunderstood. I didn't come here to target you, I just helped my Qingguo friends. Don't worry, I won't take action against you or tarnish the name of the Xi family." Xi Molu said.

Fang Yun sneered and said: "The people of Qing State insulted our innocent women of Jing State, but you didn't take action; Qing State suppressed our country of Jing for more than ten years in a row in order to annex it, but you didn't take any action; our country is obviously bleeding, crying and full of anger. You didn’t take action against the barbarians! Now, you, Qingguo, are bullying me! Jingguo people, you have taken action! If you and we are fighting for the holy way, which is related to the foundation of a family, I won’t say a word, but you, a disciple of a dignified and semi-sage family, come to insult and hurt me, a Jingguo person. , Why don’t you take action now! Why don’t you take action?”

Xi Molu was ashamed and angry. The shameful thing was that he really shouldn't have come to Jingguo, because the Semi-Saint family rarely participated in the civil war between the two countries. They either planned behind the scenes or argued with other Semi-Saint families in the Holy Court. What was annoying was that After all, I am a child of a semi-saint family, and I have never been humiliated like this, especially when the other party is a child of a poor family.

Fang Yun paused for a moment, looked at the ten Qingguo people seriously, his eyes became brighter than the Wenqu stars in the sky, and there was a faint sense of grandeur that illuminated the world with his talent, and then he slowly said something that shocked the entire audience.

"I want the people of the world to know that we, the people of Jingguo, can be defeated, but we cannot be humiliated! Therefore, I will let ten of you defeat here one by one to wash away the shame suffered by our country of Jing. When I become a successful candidate, I will personally cross the river. Wen Du Qingguo! When I become a Jinshi, I will fight against the ten prefectures and seize them. Qingguo is a state! I want to let all the scum of the human race know that not only can you not bear the price of insulting me, but you will also be recorded in the history books and be a laughing stock for generations to come. Only in this way can you be punished. You scum don’t dare fight among yourself!”

"You..." Feng Shaoyu was about to speak, but Fang Yun immediately interrupted.

"Shut up! Aren't you the Qingguo Feng Shaoyu? A beating is enough! Which scholar comes first? What is the competition? You tell me!" Fang Yun's eyes fell on the five scholars.

The five scholars are all older than Fang Yun, and they are all talented people in the same house. However, at this moment, they are suppressed by Fang Yun's momentum, and no one dares to speak.

Xi Molu stared closely at Fang Yun. He did not expect that Fang Yun would be so fearless and make such a big vow. Once he made achievements in the "Holy Path of Brave" in the future, he would surely make rapid progress and no one could stop him.

He never expected that Fang Yun not only dared to fight against a country, but also wanted to fight against a state. Even the scholar Qi Guo, who is now the leader of the ten countries, would find it difficult to fight against a state, and could only fight one state at a time. Slow annexation.

There was silence for a moment before the Literary Academy. A scholar from the Qing Kingdom stepped forward, raised his hand to Fang Yunyi, and said: "You and I are both scholars, but we don't have literary courage, so we are no better than scholars from ten countries. I know that your poems are the best among scholars from ten countries. I’m not stupid enough to compete with you in poetry, so I want to compete with you!”

Fang Yun looked calm and asked: "How many people in Jingguo did you hurt and kill before?"

The scholar looked nervous and did not dare to answer. Feng Yuanjun on the side immediately said: "He injured seven scholars in our Jingguo. One of them had his hands and feet cut off by his war poems, two were unconscious, and four were slightly injured."

Fang Yun nodded and said, "Then let's get started."

Feng Yuanjun held the official seal and said slowly: "Since it is a literary battle for talents, I will explain the rules. I use the official seal to mobilize talents from the holy temple and control the vitality of a place for the two of you to snatch. Each of you two can only use one inch at most. Talent, the more stable the Wen Palace and the more solid the talent, the more the heaven and earth vitality it controls, the stronger the impact of the vitality will be."

Fang Yun had known the rules for a long time. This method of literary fighting was originally used by the Holy Academy to encourage everyone to stabilize the literary palace and condense talents, and to prevent students from neglecting the foundation in pursuit of the quantity of talents, which would eventually lead to the collapse of talents and the collapse of literary skills when reaching high literary positions. The palace is shattered.

Feng Yuanjun paused for a moment and asked, "Do you two have any questions?"

"No doubt." The two men answered together.

"Okay. This literary fight will be hosted by me on behalf of the Holy Temple. I will never favor anyone. If you feel it is unfair, you can ask the Holy Judge or go to the Holy Temple to appeal. The impact of vitality is extremely dangerous, and you two still have a chance to regret it."

The two looked at each other without speaking.

The night wind blew by, and everyone's clothes moved slightly. Everyone closed their mouths and quietly watched Fang Yun's first literary fight.

"In that case, the literary fight begins!" Feng Yuanjun held up the official seal, and the official seal flew into the air, releasing a hemispherical transparent vitality shield with a diameter of three feet, covering the two people inside.

Fang Yun and the scholar cupped their hands with each other, then straightened their bodies.

The scholar said sternly: "Jingguo is in decline and has been defeated by the barbarians. Such a weak country is a shame for the human race. Our Qingguo accepts Jingguo. It is natural and right, and we have benevolence and righteousness!"

After explaining his reasons, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew around the scholar, causing his clothes to rustle and spread outward.

Fang Yun said, "I'm fighting with you just to defeat Feng Shaoyu!"

After Fang Yun finished speaking, the strong wind around the scholar suddenly dissipated and his clothes did not move.

Before anyone could react, Fang Yun suddenly let out a harsh burst of air, and a strong wind swept through him. The scholar seemed to have been hit by an invisible bull demon, his body flew out, and hit the invisible guard with a bang. There was a sound of bones breaking, then he vomited blood and fell down the shield, unconscious.

The whole place was silent. Fang Yun had obviously been a scholar for less than three months, but the energy he could mobilize was at least three times that of the other party, indicating that his talent and civil palace were at least three times more solid than the other party's.

Since the Qingguo people set up a martial arts arena in front of the Wenyuan, this is the first time that Jingguo has won, and won so neatly.

"Okay!" Fang Yun's classmates suddenly shouted.

"Good luck!"

"Fang Lun is undefeated!"

The crowd around the Wenyuan seemed to have exploded, roaring and cheering crazily, and all their resentment completely erupted.

The faces of Feng Yuanjun and other officials had been dark for four or five days, but now they became extremely rosy. They obviously wanted to remain serious, but they couldn't hide the smiles on their faces.

At this moment and here, the will of all Jingguo people seems to be integrated into one, and they will never be defeated.

Feng Shaoyu's eyes flashed with horror, but he immediately returned to normal, and then laughed softly.

"No wonder the superiors couldn't wait to send us to fight, and even asked me to do everything possible! Sure enough! Fang Yun, you did something that even Li Wenying couldn't do!"