The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1766 Because...

Fang Yun took out Zhang Longxiang's Pearl River official seal from the swallowed seashell.

The golden seal was suspended in the air, emitting a faint light given by the holy temple, which was particularly eye-catching in the moonlight.

When they saw the Pearl River official seal, many people showed doubts.

Suddenly, Zong Wuyuan shouted in horror: "Thief Fang Yun, you actually took Zhang Mingzhou's official seal! Tell me, where did you imprison Zhang Longxiang?"

Everyone didn't know what Fang Yun meant, but after listening to Zong Wuyuan's words, almost everyone instinctively suspected that Fang must have used some means to obstruct Zhang Longxiang, otherwise Zhang Longxiang would not have arrived yet!

Including many Jingguo people and Fang Yun's friends, they were all stunned. It was hard to imagine that Fang Yun would use such a despicable method.

Lei Tingzhen said angrily: "No wonder he didn't respond to my urgent letter to Zhang Longxiang just now. It turns out that you have already held him hostage or even imprisoned him! Fang Yun, release Zhang Longxiang immediately, otherwise I will unite all the scholars in the world to go to the Holy Academy and ask the saints to deprive you of your virtual sainthood."

"So that's it, no wonder you have been so calm!" Gu Nanhuai looked at Fang Yun angrily.

Fang Yun was stunned in place, took out the official seal, and wanted to say that he was Zhang Longxiang. Why did these people all think in another direction? But after thinking carefully, in the eyes of everyone, compared with imprisoning Zhang Longxiang, the possibility of him being Zhang Longxiang seemed smaller, so no one would think in this direction at all.

The whole audience was in an uproar.

"Will Zhang Longxiang be killed by him?"

"No, Fang Xusheng will never be that stupid. In my opinion, Fang Xusheng caught some evidence against Zhang Longxiang, and then captured him as the governor, and released him after the literary meeting."

"However, if he did so, wouldn't Fang Xusheng be despised by the world?"

"Hehe, there are many people despised by the world, but most of them are still alive and well? Besides, as long as they have a legitimate reason, what can they do? Only the Lei family and the Qing country are allowed to besiege the city, and Fang Xusheng is not allowed to cut off the firewood?"

"That being said, from now on, Fang Xusheng's literary reputation will inevitably decline. From now on, he will have a huge handle, and no matter what achievements he has made, others will use today's events to attack him. Hit him."

"Those who accomplish great things do not care about trivial matters! Fang Xusheng's actions are truly strong means! This is Jingguo, Xiangzhou. You, Zhang Longxiang, made a mistake, and you are not allowed to touch you? Zhang Longxiang thinks he is the king of heaven or a half-saint? As for Wenming, haha, aren't there enough cases where those people slander Fang Xusheng openly and secretly?"

"That being said, I don't believe Fang Xusheng would do such a thing. Maybe there is another reason."

"Fang Xusheng has already said that there is no need to look for him. He has already taken out Zhang Longxiang's token. Could it be that Zhang Longxiang himself did not come, and then took the initiative to give Fang Xusheng the official seal? No need to think too much, it must be Fang Xusheng who used means."

The attitude of the people of Jingguo towards Fang Yun is very complicated. The people of other countries hesitated and did not dare to say anything before the truth came out. However, the people of Qingguo no longer considered other things and shouted loudly.

"Fang Yun, please give the world an explanation!"

"Zhang Longxiang is so innocent. Even a dignified virtual saint cannot oppress the good in this way!"

"Zhang Longxiang's story has spread throughout the Shengyuan Continent. The King of Chu is shameless and slandered him as a traitor. You actually imprisoned him before the literary competition. You are even worse than the King of Chu!"

"In this literary competition, Fang Xusheng is both a candidate and an examiner. He is really the most powerful virtual saint in the human race. Even a half-saint can't do it."

The people of Qing were completely led by the words of Zong Wuyuan and others. They didn't think about other possibilities at all and determined that Fang Yun had used means on Zhang Longxiang.

Except for Lei Tingzhen who attacked because he was too anxious, all the great scholars present kept silent, because every great scholar knew very well that before the result came out, any possibility existed.

After a few breaths, Jiang Hechuan said with a thunderous voice: "I guarantee with my life that this matter will never be as you think! Don't guess, Fang Xusheng will definitely give a reasonable explanation!"

Zong Wuyuan hated Fang Yun's counterattack before, and couldn't help but respond: "May I ask Mr. Hechuan, if Fang Xusheng really did a despicable act against Zhang Longxiang, would you commit suicide to thank the world?"

Jiang Hechuan's face was slightly gloomy. He was anxious to help Fang Yun, but he was caught by someone. Although he didn't care, as the Minister of Literature of Jingguo, he had to handle it properly, otherwise Jingguo would be attacked, just like Qingjun and Gu Nanhuai attacked Fang Yun. In the end, it was not just the two who were unlucky, but all the people of Qingguo would be affected.

"If this saint didn't use despicable means against Zhang Longxiang, Zong Wuyuan, would you die?"

The stars and the moon shone, the autumn wind blew, Fang Yun stood on the city wall, wearing a green embroidered cloud suit, looking down at Zong Wuyuan, his face as frosty.

All the people who were talking shut their mouths and looked at Fang Yun quietly.

Yi Zhishi had not spoken since the beginning of the riot, and had been observing the surroundings. At this moment, he looked at Fang Yun with a smile.

Zong Wuyuan responded: "Sorry, I didn't say anything like I wanted to die."

"Oh? So you said you wanted to worship Zhang Longxiang as your master?" Fang Yun said calmly.

"Indeed, but this matter has nothing to do with you!" Zong Wuyuan retorted.

The Qing people smiled. This is the true face of the children of the aristocratic family. As long as it is reasonable, no matter you are a virtual saint, you dare to fight back without hesitation.

People from aristocratic families have the confidence that poor people can hardly have. Even if you are a genius from a poor family, those children from aristocratic families will not really care.

"This matter is really related to this saint. Because you are not worthy of being Zhang Longxiang's disciple, and Zhang Longxiang will never accept a despicable person like you as a student." Fang Yun said proudly.

A flash of anger and a hint of contempt flashed in Zong Wuyuan's eyes, and he said coldly: "No matter what means you use to force my teacher Zhang Mingzhou, I swear with everything I have, you will regret it! I will let you see the real gap between the noble family and the poor family!"

Many people only felt a chill through their clothes, especially those poor family children and ordinary people, regardless of gender, age or young, at this moment, they felt that August had not passed, and winter had come first.

Zong Wuyuan's words hit the pain point of every poor family child.

A noble family will always be a noble family. Even if Fang Yun is a virtual saint and now a wealthy family, he is still just a poor family child who has just grown up in front of the noble family.

When the behemoth of the noble family begins to move, any poor family child will be easily crushed.

All the people of Jingguo looked at Fang Yun helplessly at this moment. If Fang Yun really used despicable means to deal with Zhang Longxiang, then today might be his last literary gathering.

The atmosphere on the scene seemed to freeze.

Zong Wuyuan smiled slightly, very satisfied with the result, and said again: "Then Fang Yun, tell me now, why do you dare to say that Zhang Longxiang will refuse to accept me as a disciple?"

"Because..." Fang Yun's tone seemed to be no different from usual. He paused for a moment, glanced at the millions of people under Yueyang Tower, and finally looked at Zong Wuyuan.

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