The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"Serve the meal!"

The people of the two countries ate slowly, and after a good meal, they talked in low voices.

Fang Yun had just put down his chopsticks when he received many messages from his friends, most of which asked him how his literary courage was and whether he wanted to fight in Xiangzhou again. He gave the same answer.

All right, everything is the same as before.

Some people also talked about the changes in the discussion list. Fang Yun went in and saw that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. These people from Qing simply didn't have any brains. If he really couldn't fight in literature, he would naturally leave immediately.

As a result, the people of Qing concluded that he didn't want to leave directly for the sake of face, and at least won a few games before leaving.

Fang Yun shook his head and closed his eyes to rest.

Next, he would fight in literature with ten Jinshi.

The literary battle is relatively simple. Two people stand in front of the literary academy, and you can come and go, and you can also prohibit the other party from using certain means.

The literary battle is different. It is usually held in the literary world, and the environment of each literary battle is different. If you meet a place that suits you, you are lucky. If you meet a place that doesn't suit you, you can only admit that you are unlucky.

There are very few restrictions on literary battles.

However, in order to prevent the children of the noble families from relying too much on the power of the family, the Wen Zhan stipulated that each person could only use three divine objects or literary treasures, and could not use any items containing the breath of the holy position, such as the holy pages.

Before the battle, Fang Yun had already thought that the inkstone turtle must be brought, and the second was a Hanlin Wenbao pen. This pen was given by the Chen Sheng family. It not only increased the power of the war poems by 40%, but also sealed a Hanlin fast-moving poem "Changfengxing" in the pen, which had an excellent effect.

As for the third item, it was naturally the fog butterfly. With the power of the weak water and strange wind of the fog butterfly, Fang Yun believed that his Iron Horse Ice River could easily beat most of the ten Jinshi in the distance, but it was hard to say in front of Qu Hange, Zong Jibing and Qiu Chongshan. After all, the power of "Wind and Rain Dream Battle" was too dispersed, and the victory or defeat could not be decided by one blow.

In the afternoon, everyone went to the State Wenyuan in Baling City.

The soldiers blocked the road, and Fang Yun's pure-blooded dragon horse luxury car was in the front, majestic and magnificent.

Behind them was the carriage of the king. From the coachman to the maid inside and then to Qing Jun, all were unhappy.

In theory, the carriages of the two should be moving side by side, but even if the horses in Qing Jun's carriage were whipped to pieces, they dared not move side by side with Fang Yun's pure-blooded dragon horse. Those horses only dared to follow the dragon horse luxury carriage obediently.

When the carriage arrived at the square in front of the State Academy of Literature, Fang Yun dismounted.

The sky was clear and cloudless.

One side of the Academy Street was blocked by soldiers and there were no pedestrians, but the people on the opposite side were crowded. If they had not been stopped by a large number of soldiers holding hands, they would have rushed over like a flood.

"Meet Fang Xusheng!"

"Fang Xusheng, you must win!"

"You dare to push me? Try pushing me again! Believe it or not, Fang Xusheng will point you to death with the tip of his pen!" Suddenly someone cursed the soldier of Qing State, frightening the soldier to be restrained.

"We are Qing people enough!"

"Xiangzhou is back! Recover our land!"

"Return to Jingguo!"

Many Xiangzhou people shouted, especially some old scholars, who cried with joy.

Qing Jun and Qing officials wanted to kill all these people, which was a disgrace to their old faces.

The Jing officials had a tacit smile on their faces. This was the most proud moment since they came to Qingguo.

Fang Yun clasped his fists to greet the Xiangzhou people. Just as he was about to enter the Academy of Literature, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Fang Xusheng, wait a minute, our agreement will be fulfilled today." A voice that only Fang Yun could hear entered his ears.

Fang Yun was stunned. Although he had heard this voice before, he couldn't remember it for a while. At least he was stunned for more than a breath before Fang Yun remembered this person and looked into the crowd.

Then an old man was seen walking slowly through the crowd. The crowd was originally packed, but the man seemed to be unhindered. The people in front of him were pushed away by invisible forces, and they didn't realize that they were being pushed away.

This was the old man Fang Yun met at Yashanju in Mingye Lane when he was a soldier in Yuhai City. Later, he learned that this old man was the famous Xu Sanjue.

This Xu Sanjue had made countless contributions. He was injured in the battle of Liangjie Mountain. Later, he fought against Cao Man and finally injured Wen Dan. He has been recuperating in Yuhai City.

Fang Yun couldn't remember the agreement with Xu Sanjue for a while, because the reason he met Xu Sanjue was that Xu Sanjue was good at painting and could change his appearance for him. However, when he thought of changing his appearance and the calligraphy and paintings of Yashanju, Fang Yun suddenly realized and finally remembered the agreement on that day.

Fang Yun hurried over. Xu Sanjue walked to the front and stood between two Qing soldiers. His face was old, and a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his originally turbid eyes.

"You have the inkstone turtle, so I will give you the ink girl!" Xu Sanjue said, and suddenly raised his hand to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun hurriedly took the inkstone turtle out of the Yinjiangbei.

The inkstone turtle suddenly moved its nose, then opened its mouth, widened its eyes, and looked at the sky in ecstasy.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color. There were no dark clouds in the sky, and it was clearly daytime, but the whole Baling City suddenly became dark.

Countless people looked up at the sky. The sun was gone, and it was like night at this moment.

When everyone was puzzled, they saw a statue of a woman suddenly appearing above the Holy Courtyard.

The statue seemed to be carved from black jade, with a height of a hundred feet. The whole body was black but exuded a warm luster, with a delicate face, a delicate and straight nose, thin lips like two black peach petals, slender arms, and a pair of round jade feet under the skirt. Every part of her body was perfect. Even if this woman was as black as ink, everyone instinctively felt that she was a peerless woman who was so beautiful that she could overwhelm the whole country.

Suddenly, all the inkstones, ink ingots and ink within a thousand miles trembled slightly.

Then, all the ink and ink ingots within a hundred miles flew towards the ink jade woman.

In the sky, ink ingots were like clouds, and ink was like rain, all of which flew upwards into the body of the black jade woman.

"My dragon blood ink!" A Qingguo bachelor called out.

Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, and then found that all the ink ingots he had hidden in Yinjiang Bei, including a holy blood ink ingot presented by the Kong Sheng family, were all flying towards Mo Nu.

Fang Yun was in great pain. When he looked back, he saw the ink ingots carried by Qingjun, Jiang Hechuan, Qingguo Wenxiang, and everyone else flying towards the Moyu woman. He suddenly felt very balanced in his heart.

"That's my family heirloom! It's the Dragon Saint's blood ink! Someone, kill this monster!" Qingjun let out a shrill scream, watching helplessly as the ink ingot inlaid with gold threads flew high.

Many young or low-ranking scholars also shouted. Everyone was anxious. The ink ingots they carried were all their best, and now all of them were sucked away. How could they not be angry!

Some people even started to talk and talk, ready to attack at any time.

However, all the scholars with high literary status or old age, although they feel distressed, do not have any intention to attack, and most of them have strange eyes.

Zong Wuyuan clenched his fists and watched helplessly as the holy blood ink ingot given to him by Zong Sheng was sucked away. In addition to reluctance, there was also a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, and his hand quietly fell on the official seal.

Not only Zong Wuyuan, but all those who can control the talent of the temple have their hands on the official seal.

"Why don't you attack this monster!" Qing Jun shouted.

However, the Minister of Literature of the Qing Dynasty said: "Your Majesty, don't panic! This is the appearance of Mo Nu, which is a great auspiciousness! The blessing of the Qing Kingdom is the blessing of the Majesty!"

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