The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The officials of Qing State showed disappointment that was difficult to conceal.

Qing Jun coughed lightly and said, "No wonder someone said a few years ago that Xu Sanjue got a rare item, which turned out to be Mo Nu. This item should obviously be presented to the semi-saint, but he kept it for himself. He was too greedy."

"Then Qing Jun, can you be willing to give Qing State to me? I promise that under my governance, Qing State's national strength will be twice as strong!" Fang Yun hit back without hesitation.

Qing Jun looked at Fang Yun unhappily. Although Fang Yun was a virtual saint, he was young after all. If he argued with others, a young man would be enough to resolve the accusation, but he was not young, and he was the king of a country. If he really wanted to argue with Fang Yun about this matter, not to mention that he might be refuted by Fang Yun, his already bad reputation would inevitably be hit again.

The people of Qing State might prefer him as the king, but the human races of other countries and ancient lands valued Fang Yun more.

Qingjun did not respond, but looked around and found that the Zong family was ashamed and annoyed, while the Jingguo people were complacent. He thought to himself that it was bad luck. Today was a complete disgrace and it must not continue.

"Fang Xusheng, since you have got Mo Nu, let's go to the Academy of Literature." Qingjun said and made a gesture of invitation.

Fang Yun did not bother with Qingjun and turned to walk towards Xiangzhou Academy of Literature.

The door of Xiangzhou Academy of Literature was open, and on the door frames on both sides were carved a couplet written by Fang Yun last year to encourage learning.

There is a path to the mountain of books, and diligence is the way. There is no end to the sea of ​​learning, and hard work is the boat.

From that day on, Fang Yun became truly famous all over the world.

Fang Yun looked at the couplet and stopped with emotion.

Others also stopped afterwards.

Jiang Hechuan smiled and said, "Fang Xusheng, when you wrote this couplet to encourage learning, it seems that you were still a scholar."

He Ludong smiled and said, "Not only a scholar, but also wrote it when he had just passed the provincial examination and was named the world's number one scholar. At that time, everyone thought that his three-part exam was just luck, but today, when I think about it, I am really ashamed of myself back then."

Qing Jun also praised, "Back then, Fang Xusheng broke the record of Jingguo and even became the only top three student in the human race in the history, which made us envious. In the past two years, I don't know how many scholars have repeatedly pondered Fang Xusheng's poems and articles."

The officials of Qingguo could see that Qingjun wanted to use flattery to eliminate the previous embarrassment, so they all agreed.

However, the people of the Zong family kept their mouths shut and their faces were livid. There was no need to think too much. Mo Nu's appearance was too important. Today's event would definitely be published in the "Wen Bao" on the tenth day of February, and the Zong family would definitely be ridiculed by the ten countries again.

Fang Yun was not interested in listening to these people's flattery. After stopping for a while, he walked inside.

Behind the gate of Xiangzhou Academy of Literature is the common Temple Square, and further ahead is the ancient but majestic Temple, with black tiles and red walls, red doors and red pillars, and a faint white glow on the surface.

In front of the Temple, ten old men in white clothes lined up, with some officials from Qing State beside them.

These old men stood there with their eyes closed, but they were silently reciting the classics of the saints in their hearts.

They did not participate in today's banquet, nor would they look at the official seal. They didn't know what happened today, and they didn't even open their eyes when the ink girl appeared.

Nothing can affect them.

Most of these old men have age spots on their faces. The youngest one is 73 years old, and the oldest is 91 years old.

In terms of classics, articles, poems, and songs, these ten old Jinshi may not be as good as the best among the young Jinshi in various countries; in terms of talent, intelligence, and changeability, these people may not be as good as the young people in the same position.

An iron rod may not be able to write on paper. After decades of polishing, it still cannot write like a brush, but it can be sharpened into a killing weapon!

These ten old Jinshi are not pens, but swords!

They may have lost the opportunity to be promoted to a higher literary position, but among the Jinshi, even those young people who are talented enough to become great scholars are far inferior to them in terms of literary battles!

Those young geniuses can look down on them in the future, but now, young geniuses can only bow their heads.

Fang Yun's eyes swept over the ten people, and the detailed information of these ten people flashed in his mind.

Each person has more experience in literary battles than him, and each person has used war poems and verbal battles more times than him. Each person has experienced more life and death dangers than him, and each one seems to come from the blood mist.

The ten people opened their eyes together, and the entire Holy Temple Square seemed to be in winter, and everyone below the university scholar instinctively shrank.

In front of Fang Yun, a thousand-foot mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood appeared, but all this could not stop him.

Fang Yun walked forward with firm steps.

After a while, Fang Yun arrived at the gate of the holy temple.

The two sides looked at each other and bowed.

"Meet Fang Xusheng."

"Meet all the old gentlemen."

The two sides walked to the left and right sides of the gate of the holy temple respectively and stood facing each other.

At the moment when both sides stood firm, the air seemed to stagnate for a short time, and everyone's heartbeat and breathing seemed to have stopped.

Qing Jun raised his head and said with a spring thunder: "Today..."

Suddenly, a huge roar interrupted Qing Jun's words. Qing Jun showed anger, but restrained it in an instant.

With the holy temple as the center, the world suddenly changed strangely.

The holy temple suddenly disappeared, leaving a milky white ball of light in its place, and then the ball of light suddenly expanded.

The wind swept, the light was dazzling, and everyone either released the power of the literary gall or used their arms to block their bodies.

When the white light faded away, Fang Yun opened his eyes and found himself in a huge valley surrounded by mountains. On the slopes formed by each mountain, there were neat rows of stairs.

Opposite him stood ten Jinshi who wanted to fight in literature, and the rest of the two countries were on the stairs.

This is the arrival of the literary world!

A semi-saint directly included them in the semi-saint's own literary world and temporarily created a viewing platform.

At the same time, Fang Yun felt the official seal move slightly. After a closer look, it turned out that the Holy Academy sent a letter to every scholar with an official seal. As long as those scholars were near the Holy Temple, they could put their thoughts into the literary world of the Eastern Saint and watch this literary battle.

Fang Yun blinked his eyes and saw hundreds of thousands of streamers falling from the sky, scattered on the hillside stairs on all sides, and transformed into scholars one by one. The streamers continued, and more and more people went to the viewing platform.

Ten countries including Qing, Jing, Qi, Shu, and Wu were all here. All scholars from Liangjie Mountain, Shihan Ancient Land, Huangcheng Ancient Land, Zhenyu Sea, etc. also stopped fighting and came one after another.

Black-clothed Juren, white-clothed Jinshi, white-clothed Hanlin, blue-clothed Daxueshi, and purple-clothed Daxueshi appeared in the upper viewing platform.

Almost no one spoke, and they all looked at the eleven people in the field quietly.

Fang Yun and the ten Jinshi looked at each other, and both sides realized the helplessness of the other side. They really didn't understand why Dong Sheng joined in the fun and came to his literary world for a Jinshi-level literary battle.

Dong Sheng obviously couldn't host the literary battle, and the two countries were on the hillside, too far away from here, so Fang Yun had to cough lightly and said, "Who will fight with me in the first literary battle?"

Then the old Jinshi on the left of the ten Jinshi team stepped forward and bowed, saying, "I am Fang Bo, and I have met Xu Sheng, my family."

Fang Yun bowed and smiled, "Then, our Fang family will have a literary battle, and I hope my uncle will show mercy."