The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2348 You all should take it

The silver first evil moon suddenly shook, cracks all over its body, and flames spewed out from the cracks.

Then, the whole evil moon shrank sharply, black and red swallowed up the silver, condensed into the size of a person, completely wrapped Fang Yun, and then exploded.

The whole Hundred Coffins Island shook slightly, and then with Fang Yun as the center, dazzling light burst out, endless winds swept in all directions, and terrible shock waves continued to spread, sweeping across the world.

The power of heaven fell!

The Emperor Beiyi in the distance was like being hit by an invisible battering ram, constantly retreating.

This is a power close to the power of the Holy Power.

Just this one blow can completely destroy a continent.

In the turbulent wind, Emperor Beiyi looked at where Fang Yun was.

At the same time, the Shengxing Wenhui of Shengyuan Continent came to an end.

Generally speaking, the literary meeting will end around midnight, but until the second half of the night, the Shengxing Wenhui still did not change.

Not only the scholars at the meeting were thinking about how to chant Fang Yun, but the human race from all over Shengyuan Continent was also thinking about it.

On the discussion board, there was still a steady stream of poems, all of which were chanting Fang Yun.

There have always been poems that took the opportunity to slander and belittle Fang Yun, but they were like a drop in the ocean, drowned in the vast ocean of the people.

Although 99% of this vast ocean was crude and ugly poems.

At the beginning of the literary meeting, there were not many poems on the discussion board. As the situation fermented, non-scholars from all over the country knew that they could also write poems, and they couldn't stop.

Scholars from all over the country gradually learned the main purpose of this literary meeting, and then tried their best to call on everyone to write poems, so the human race showed an unprecedented enthusiasm, and the whole family went to the literary academy or found scholars to present poems.

From children aged five or six to the elderly in their seventies and eighties, there is everything. Many people can't write poems at all, but they can write jingles. This leads to a large number of jingles on the discussion list. The scholars from all over the country have been numb with laughter and are not surprised.

Many jingles are not in the rhythm and format, but they have simple wisdom and beauty, and can still form a little talent.

The scorching sun of talent hanging high above the Yueyang Academy of Literature is already thousands of feet high and is constantly rising. The light has spread across the entire Shengyuan Continent.

It was not until the Yin hour that the emotions of the human race in various places were replaced by sleepiness, and the number of poems on the discussion list became less and less.

As soon as the Mao hour arrived, no one wrote poems at the literary meeting.

After a night, the scholars present not only did not look tired, but everyone's eyes even flashed.

Because hundreds of holy apricots will be distributed to everyone next.

It is said that eating one can grow into a university scholar.

On the stage of the literary gathering, Li Wenying smiled and said, "Before the literary gathering, I discussed the details of this literary gathering with my colleagues. Most of them speculated that it would end between the years of Zi and Chou. Who knew that the human races in various places were so enthusiastic and have not stopped writing poems until now. The literary style of Shengyuan Continent is so prosperous, which is a blessing for the human race. I believe everyone can't wait, then the literary gathering can enter the last step, judging the poems and articles, and distributing the holy apricots."

Many people cheered, but suddenly a young scholar from Qiguo stood up and said loudly, "I am a humble student who has admired Jianmei Gong for many years. I came here from afar just to read Jianmei Gong's masterpiece. Why didn't Jianmei Gong write a poem until the end of the literary gathering? I don't know if Jianmei Gong can no longer write poems, or as the rumors say, he has a bad relationship with Fang Xusheng? I hope Jianmei Gong can show his poetic talent and let us appreciate the style of the Eagle of Jingguo!"

Before Li Wenying spoke, many scholars began to agree.

Most of them were from Qingguo.

However, most people present looked at the Jinshi of Qi State. Almost everyone realized that the man had an unclear relationship with Qing State, and might even be a spy planted by Qing State in Qi State.

At this time, some prestigious university scholars and great scholars of Qing State also echoed.

"Mr. Jianmei, I think you should not refuse."

"Brother Wenying, don't you want to help Fang Yun?"

"The beautiful scenery and beautiful weather only need a poem from you."

The people of Qing State were in a great position to force the palace, and the people of Jing State did not know how to fight back for a while. At this time, they certainly could not let Li Wenying write a poem, but if they said it out, if Li Wenying wanted to write a poem again, it would become a joke.

The scholars of high literary status in various countries looked at the seats of Qing State, and more than half of them looked at one of them.

Ji Anchang, the former champion of Qing State and the current great scholar, once dominated Jing State with his poems.

At this time, Ji Anchang said nothing, but smiled and sipped tea.

Zong Xueyan said on the side: "Mr. Jianmei, now so many scholars want you to write poems, but they didn't slander Fang Yun, so please don't kill them!"

Many people in Jing were dissatisfied, but Li Wenying didn't speak, so they couldn't make a conclusion, and could only scold the people of Qing for being despicable.

Li Wenying looked at the people of Qing making noises with a calm look.

When the voices died down, Li Wenying nodded slightly and said: "I am the host of this literary gathering. I don't want to write poems on the spot. I just want to give poems to Fang Yun after the literary gathering. However, since you all want me to write poems in advance, Li will write poems on the spot to entertain you. Of course, Li has received the holy apricot from Fang Yun, so he will not compete with you for the quota of this literary gathering. Write!"

The sky above the Academy of Literature was full of clouds and the sky was dim and bright.

The thought of a great scholar can make spring rain or summer snow.

Immediately, someone from the audience carried a table and the four treasures of the study room and hurriedly sent them up.

All the scholars in the audience held their breath and kept silent; even the sound of wind blowing through the apricot leaves could be heard clearly.

Countless people from Qing were smiling, as if they were going to watch a good show.

But the people from Jing were the opposite, each one more nervous than the other, but also more expectant than the other.

Before Fang Yun became famous, Li Wenying was the hope of Jing. Everyone hoped that Li Wenying would be the next Chen Sheng, filling the gap that might appear in Jing.

Li Wenying did not disappoint everyone, and walked step by step on the road of the Holy Path. Even if Fang Yun suddenly appeared, it did not cover up his glory.

Unfortunately, everyone knew that Li Wenying was unparalleled in literary battles, but his poetry had always been the best in the past, and he could never dominate the entire human race.

Scholars from all over the human race often ranked according to their literary status and literary talent, and Li Wenying had never entered the top ten.

The table was placed in front of Li Wenying, and the Yueyang official next to him helped grind the ink.

Li Wenying did not hold a pen, but calmly scanned the venue.

His sword-like eyebrows were even sharper.

"The literary gathering is about to end. After Li's poem is finished, we will share the poems. I wonder if you scholars of Qing have any other opinions. Please tell me and I will accept them all!"

In the venue, countless people took a deep breath. The domineering Li Wenying was back again.

Many scholars of Qing were so scared that they dared not breathe, fearing that Li Wenying's eyes would be pointed at them.

Zong Xueyan said with a smile: "Since this literary gathering is a recitation of Fang Yun, as long as it has not ended, anyone can come forward. Perhaps, after the appearance of Jianmei Gong's poems, it can inspire the literary thoughts of everyone present, and produce poems that can protect the country and even spread the world. Why not?"

Li Wenying nodded slightly and said: "Then Li will throw out a brick to attract jade, and you can take it!"

The voice was not loud, but it was faintly thunderous.