Fang Yun went to bed at four in the morning, military time, as he did every day, and woke up on time at six and walked out of the bedroom.
Fang Daniu had been waiting at the door for a long time. He was wearing a clean and neat blue silk robe and had a beard on his lips, which made him look more stable and mature.
As soon as Fang Yun left the house, he began to report the situation at home in detail.
"All the items have been packed overnight, and those that are not needed have been put on the carriage. Only some dishes and chopsticks that are needed are still there, and the mistress said they don't need to be taken away. We checked the things in your study three times, and they are all ordinary books and four treasures of the study. The rest should be in your Yinjiangbei..."
Fang Daniu didn't care whether Fang Yun was listening or not, he kept talking non-stop, holding a few pieces of paper in his hands with records on them.
Fang Yun looked up at the sky. The early winter sun had not yet appeared in the east. Only the star Wenqu was hanging high in the sky, and the city was filled with silver light.
Outside the city, dark clouds gathered and the cold wind howled.
After having breakfast with Yang Yuhuan, Fang Yun walked around the back court arm in arm with Yang Yuhuan, holding Nunu in his arms.
Fang Yun stood at the door of the back government office, looked at the place where he had lived for nearly a year, then turned and walked out.
"Master, can we come back again?" Yang Yuhuan asked in a low voice reluctantly.
“Come back if you have a chance.”
"Um."
Yang Yuhuan looked back again, shrank her neck slightly in the cold wind, and walked towards the main gate of the county government with Fang Yun.
In the open space behind the main gate of the county government office, all the officials of Ning'an County were lined up.
"Good morning, Lord Xusheng." All the officials bowed in unison.
Yang Yuhuan quickly knelt down to return the greeting, and Fang Yun nodded slightly with a smile on his face.
"Good morning. Sorry for keeping you waiting. Without further ado, we will set off immediately." Fang Yun did not stop and walked out of the yamen.
Longma's luxury car was parked outside the government office, and private soldiers and yamen runners had blocked the entire street.
As Fang Yun walked down the stairs, he heard tsunami-like shouts coming from both sides.
"Fang Xusheng!"
"Master Fang!"
"Xiao Fang County Magistrate!"
"Fang Quanjia!"
"Fang Zhuangyuan!"
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Shouts were heard. Fang Yun turned his head and looked to the left and right. A large number of Ning'an County residents were blocked outside by the police. If they hadn't been blocked by the police, they would have rushed in long ago.
Fang Yun smiled slightly, bowed to both sides, and then took Yang Yuhuan to the Longma luxury car.
After all the members of the Fang family got on the carriage at the back, the convoy started.
The people in front stood on both sides, shouting like thunder, and the people behind followed closely.
If you look from the sky, except for the road leading to the South Gate near the government office, there is almost no one in the rest of Ning'an City.
Many silly dogs and cats didn’t know what was happening and thought they had become the masters of the city. They were very excited and kept running around and barking.
The people who were seeing him off followed the convoy slowly forward. At first, many people cheered Fang Yun's name happily, but as time went by, many people began to shout loudly to ask him to stay.
"Fang Xusheng, can you serve as the county magistrate for another year? Just one year!"
"Yes. County Magistrate Xiao Fang cannot leave. There is no good official in the world except you!"
"You can stay here."
"Fang Qingtian..."
Many people's voices were filled with tears, unable to control themselves.
Political achievements can be faked. Evaluations can be faked, the umbrella of the people can be faked, abilities can be faked, expressions can be faked. Words can be faked, but the people's hearts cannot be faked, and the changes in Ning'an City cannot be faked.
Fang Yun held Yang Yuhuan's hand with one hand and caressed Nunu with the other, without saying a word.
This is one of the reasons why he didn't stand outside the car. The expectations of hundreds of thousands of people were too heavy.
The convoy moved forward all the way, but no one in Ning'an City fell behind, and the team remained orderly in chaos and continued to move forward.
After leaving the South City, the convoy continued to move outward and finally stopped at Sanliting, three miles away from the South City.
When Fang Yun got off the carriage, he saw an empty ship parked in front of him. Looking back, he saw thousands of people standing on the road, and almost everyone had red eyes.
Some children held by their parents even stretched out their arms to Fang Yun, babbling and asking him to hold them.
Yang Yuhuan looked at the hundreds of thousands of people, her eyes filled with emotion, and then she looked at Fang Yun, her eyes as gentle as water.
The little fox stood on Fang Yun's shoulder, with a mist butterfly on its head, looking stupidly at the endless farewell team. It couldn't understand at first, but after tilting its head and thinking about it, it suddenly understood. It raised its head proudly, its eyes full of pride.
Fang Yun's eyes were like jade. He smiled slightly, bowed to the people of the city, and said with thunderous words: "Since I took office, I dare not say that I have worked hard, but I can say that I have worked diligently; I dare not say that I am honest and upright, but I can say that I have a clear conscience. I hope that after I leave, the people of Ning'an City will say that Fang Yun is not doing this for himself, but for the people. Fang will be happy enough. If you are more generous and say that Fang Yun has done something practical for the people, then Fang will be grateful! Thousands of words cannot express it. After we say goodbye today, if I come again in the future, I will drink with the whole city and talk about Ning'an! Fang Yun, goodbye!"
Fang Yun took a deep breath, bowed deeply to the hundreds of thousands of people in Ning'an City, and then steadily returned to the Longma luxury car.
"Xiaofang County Magistrate..."
Outside Ning'an City, there was crying.
Even those officials with hearts as hard as iron could not help but wipe their eyes with their sleeves.
"Let's go!" Fang Yun's voice came from the carriage.
The driver waved his whip, and the eighteen dragon horses raised their front hooves, roared like dragons, and flew into the air, all the way to the sky-walking ship.
Then, several cargo carriages boarded the Kongxinglou ship, and finally all the private soldiers boarded the ship.
Fang Yun stood on the deck where the people of Ning'an City could not see him, looking at Ning'an City.
The sky was covered with leaden clouds, but the dark clouds above Ning'an City were dispersed by the Holy Temple, and the light of Wenqu Star covered the entire city like a silver beam.
The sky-walking ship moved slightly and rose slowly.
After the boat reached mid-air, the Grand Secretary of the Criminal Palace who was driving the boat whispered, "Master Xusheng, when will we set off?"
"Right now."
"Yes." The Grand Secretary said and left.
The shouts of the people outside the city suddenly rose again.
Fang Yun took a step forward, then retracted his foot, still standing where the people could not see him, his tongue blazing with eloquence.
"Ning'an City officials, please do not force this saint to return early."
A chill far colder than the coldest month of winter fell on the officials of Ning'an City. All of them bent down instinctively and bowed deeply in the direction of the sky-walking ship. Some of them had cold sweat on their foreheads and backs.
"I dare not!" the officials responded in unison.
Almost all officials were even more frightened. Before, they were Fang Yun's subordinates and close friends. If they made a mistake and just asked for forgiveness, Fang Yun might treat them leniently. But now, they were no longer Fang Yun's direct subordinates. If they did something they shouldn't do after Fang Yun left, they would be standing against Fang Yun. What would be their fate? The once glorious left prime minister's party was the best example.
The Skywalker slowly accelerated, Fang turned around and walked to the bow, staring ahead quietly without saying a word.
Not long after, Fang Yun suddenly stretched out his arm, reached his hand out of the boat, and then slowly retracted it.
A snowflake was slowly melting on the tip of Fang Yun's index finger.
Snowing.
Fang turned his head and looked towards the north where the barbarians were.
At the same time, a voice that pierced the clouds and split the rocks, and was mighty and majestic, spread throughout the Shengyuan Continent.
"The first snow has fallen. All troops, advance!"
Heavy snow fell.
The snow falls like war drums, the wind blows like horns, and the world is solemn and murderous.
"I will return!"
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he returned to the cabin and continued writing "History of Ancient Monsters".
Since becoming a Hanlin, Fang Yun's talent has reached a higher level, and the speed of writing "History of Ancient Monsters" has increased.
When I was in Ning'an City, I had already finished writing the second volume.
Before arriving in the capital, Fang Yun completed the second volume of "The History of Cangyue Zudi", the first part of "The History of Ancient Demons", "The Age of Dragon Slaying".
The first volume of "History of the Evil Dragon in Prison" does not have many words. It only describes the enlightenment period of the ancient demon clan, and only contains 50,000 words.
Starting from the second volume "The History of Cangyue Ancestral Emperor", a great era belonging to the ancient demons began. It was the existence of Cangyue Ancestral Emperor that allowed the ancient demon clan to survive under the siege of the dragon clan and gain a firm foothold.
Emperor Cangyue is the first ancestor emperor of the ancient demons. Although he only lived in the early stage of the "Dragon Slaying Age" and finally sacrificed himself to protect the entire clan, his power continued to the end of the Dragon Slaying Age, and his myth has not been shattered until now.
Since the birth of Emperor Cangyue, powerful people from the ancient demon clan have emerged in large numbers, and the number of saints has increased, which has also caused the second volume to be voluminous.
In the History of Ancient Demons, only those who are at least half-saints are worthy of having their own chapter by Fang Yun. Even if the Ancient Demon King is extremely stunning, if he is not a half-saint, he can only appear at the end of a chapter about a half-saint of the same period.
After finishing the second volume of "History of Ancient Monsters", a second bamboo slip appeared in Fang Yun's history book, and the head of Emperor Cangyue appeared on the top of the bamboo slip.
Fang Yun still couldn't use the power of history books.
"It seems that my previous worries were correct. After all, the Ancient Demon History is a history of a clan spanning hundreds of thousands of years. With my current strength, it is still difficult for me to use its power. I don't know how long it will take before I can use it. However, the human race needs to understand the ancient demons now. We must finish writing the Ancient Demon History before we can write the Emperor's Canon!"
"The Emperor's Canon is actually an adaptation of the history of the ancient Chinese nation since the Tang Dynasty. Its power is in line with my own. However, it will be more useful after I become a Grand Secretary and form the History and Literature Bureau. It will not be too late to write it at the end of the Hanlin period."
While Fang Yun was thinking about how to write the third volume, there was a knock on the door.
"Lord Xusheng, the Skywalker will arrive in the capital in a quarter of an hour."
"Thank you, I'll be out right away."
Fang Yun put away all the study items and walked out of the cabin.
A quarter of an hour later, the Sky-traveling Tower ship stopped outside the Shili Pavilion outside the capital.
Fang Yun stood at the bow of the ship and looked around. He saw ceremonial guards lining the streets, flags fluttering, and both sides of the ten-mile-long street were crowded with countless people from the capital.
The moment Fang Yun appeared at the bow of the ship, everyone cheered.
Beside the Shili Pavilion, all the influential people in the capital, including the king, the empress dowager, civil and military officials, famous people from aristocratic families, etc., were already in line.
This welcoming ceremony is no less than welcoming the monarch.
For Xu Sheng, one of the top ten saints, no matter how grand the ceremony is, it is not surprising.
Fang Yun walked down the ladder slowly with a smile on his face. In fact, he did not attach much importance to this welcome ceremony. What he wanted more was to go to the holy temple of Jingguo Academy, from where he could obtain the meteoric rise to fame that only the top scholar could get in advance.
If you are not the top scholar, you should at least be a grand scholar.
With Pingbuqingyun, everything will be much easier in the future. (To be continued…)