The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1615 Fang Yun does not compromise!

The palace of the King of Chu was so quiet that one could hear the sound of a pin drop.

The other three university scholars were almost stunned. Although everyone felt that the King of Chu might compromise, they did not expect him to agree so quickly.

The eyes of the Marquis of Qingye were full of helplessness, and he said: "As for the family wealth hidden by the Marquis of Qishan, it was a conspiracy with... the third son of the Prince of Jing. He should be deprived of his title and demoted to a commoner!"

The Prince of Jing looked at the Marquis of Qingye as if he had heard a bolt from the blue, and was speechless for a long time.

The King of Chu had a dark face and looked at the Prince of Jing and said: "Uncle, you need to sacrifice your relatives for the sake of justice at this time, and don't make things difficult for me!"

Such a naked threat made the other university scholars present frown. The words of the King of Chu had deviated from the way of monarch and minister, and such heavy words should not be said in the court.

After a long time, Prince Jing nodded vigorously and said, "I am not a good parent. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me!"

After saying that, Prince Jing turned his head to look at Fang Yun and asked with gritted teeth, "How is it, is it enough?"

Fang Yun looked confused and said, "What are you talking about?"

The King of Chu and the four university scholars suddenly felt a headache. They couldn't keep up with the thoughts of the Marquis of Zhujiang at all. They didn't know what he meant by this.

Marquis Qingye said helplessly, "We are following your words and severely punishing the murderer."

"They are not the murderer." Fang Yun said.

The others were puzzled. Could it be that they wanted to turn hostility into friendship and just find a scapegoat?

Fang Yun slowly raised his right hand and finally pointed his index finger at the high and mighty King of Chu.

"You are." Fang Yun looked directly into the eyes of the King of Chu.

Everyone was shocked and then furious.

"How dare you, thief!" The King of Chu slammed the dragon table beside him.

Clang clang clang...

The large screens on both sides of the throne were kicked down, and a total of 37 people walked out.

Sixteen Hanlin scholars, 21 Jinshi scholars.

Everyone kept silent, but their eyes were like swords, and their killing intent was like a tide.

Fang Yun only felt the hairs on his body trembling slightly, as if a knife was approaching him.

Among these 37 people, each of them had already written a hidden poem, and each of them could use their tongues and swords in the next moment.

The four university scholars looked at Fang Yun coldly, and their talents surged around them, and their vitality circulated. Waves of powerful pressure hit Fang Yun, but those powerful forces automatically dissipated one foot away from Fang Yun.

The four people could take action at any time.

The King of Chu sat on the throne condescendingly, his face as cold as an ice field, and his eyes were unusually bright.

"Zhang Longxiang, do you think I can't do anything to you?" The King of Chu said sternly.

Fang Yun smiled faintly, looking at all the Hanlin scholars and Jinshi scholars one by one, and finally the four university scholars.

"A chicken with earthenware ears and a dog with clay ears."

Wherever one person is, the army is invincible.

Everyone was angry and wanted to take action immediately. This was simply the greatest contempt he had ever suffered in his life.

The King of Chu took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said slowly: "Zhang Longxiang, I will give you one last chance. Are you willing to put aside your past grudges and join hands to help Chu reach a higher level?"

Fang Yun laughed dumbly, looked at the King of Chu with pity, as if looking at a wild dog, and said: "Are you worthy of joining forces with me?"

The King of Chu was so angry that he almost overturned the table, but he finally held back and said: "You know very well that I will never allow a person who has a deep hatred for me to stay in Chu, let alone allow you to leave Chu and go to another country. There are only two ways in front of you. One is to put aside your past grudges with me, and the other is that I will destroy your Wen Palace and break your Wen courage for the crime of murdering the Grand Secretary Gou Bao!"

"Just you?" Fang Yun did not hide his sarcasm.

Prince Jing was furious and said, "Your Majesty, give the order!"

King Chu held the imperial seal in his hand, slowly stood up, looked down at Fang Yun, and said, "Zhang Longxiang, you are forcing me! The dignity of the King of Chu cannot be desecrated!"

Fang Yun put his hands behind his back and looked at the King of Chu quietly, saying, "It's a pity, you could have become the first monarch in the history of the literary world, but you destroyed this possibility with your own hands, and even destroyed the royal family of Chu!"

No one present understood what Fang Yun meant by this sentence, but everyone was furious.

"Your Majesty, I can't stand it anymore!" Prince Jing shouted.

"Then..." The King of Chu's eyelids drooped slightly, then he looked up and said loudly, "My dear ministers, listen to my order. Zhang Longxiang, the Marquis of Zhujiang, is plotting to murder Gou Bao, the Marquis of Qishan. He harbors evil intentions and refuses to change despite repeated admonitions. He is suspected of betraying the human race like his father Zhang Wankong! Capture him, regardless of life or death!"

After the King of Chu finished speaking, the jade seal in his right hand suddenly emitted a thousand-foot-long bright light, which soared into the sky, echoing with the holy temple in the distance. Then, an unstoppable aura descended from the sky, covering the entire palace hall.

Under that huge power, everyone present seemed like a small fish in a fish tank.

Afterwards, a light red light column descended from the sky, covering Fang Yun.

The Holy Temple is sealed.

Even a semi-saint, once it encounters a ban in the Holy Temple, will be unable to move for a short time.

However, now no one can control the power of the Holy Temple to seal a semi-saint, unless the sub-saint comes in person.

Except for the King of Chu, all the scholars fired their tongues and attacked Fang Yun directly.

Except for the four Grand Secretaries, the remaining thirty-seven people had used the handed-down poem "Sword Song" to enhance the power of their sparring. At the same time, they used the poem "Dragon Sword Song" to double the number of their sparring.

A total of seventy-four sparring attacks came, like lotus flowers blooming at night, brilliant and glorious.

Everyone's face was full of contempt and disdain.

The four university scholars did not attack with the ancient swords of talent in front of them, because they had to protect the King of Chu. Moreover, in front of the power of the holy temple, Fang Yun was powerless and could not avoid the joint attack of dozens of people.

However, the next moment, except for the ancient swords of talent of the four university scholars, all the verbal battles of the Hanlin and Jinshi stopped in mid-air, and at the same time, transparent ripples spread on the vertical plane, as if there was a shield formed by the water surface in front of Fang Yun.

At the moment of seeing these ripples, everyone widened their eyes and was horrified.

Rumble...

The sky suddenly sounded violent thunder, and the sound not only spread throughout the literary world, but also spread throughout the Shengyuan Continent and every place with a holy temple.

Then, all the creatures in the literary world looked up at the sky, and saw that in the direction of the Chu royal palace, it seemed that there was a crack in the sky and the wrath of God.

The power of heaven descended.

In the palace hall, seventy-four lip-guns and tongue-swords slowly turned around under the invisible but terrifying force, and finally turned 180 degrees.

The original body and imitation of each lip-gun and tongue-sword pointed at their master, the former master.

"Heaven... Walks... Teacher... Dao..." King Chu muttered to himself, his throat almost rusted.

"He is... Fang Xusheng..." Prince Jing looked at Fang Yun in disbelief.

"Yi Zhuan" slowly gathered its power, and the middle-aged bearded Zhang Longxiang turned into a young Fang Yun.

At this moment, whether it was King Chu or the four university scholars, whether it was Hanlin or Jinshi, they suddenly understood why there was a Zhang Mingzhou in the literary world, why a literary person could write three poems and lyrics in a year, and why a literary person could create a miracle that no one in Shengyuan Continent could do.

Because that literary person was Fang Yun.

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