Fang Yun recalled every detail about Liu Shan in his mind and found several good ways to attack him.
After returning to Quanyuan, Fang Yun was still a little uncomfortable as he no longer had to deal with the government affairs of Ning'an County, so he chatted and played with his family.
Fang Yun had been too busy in Ning'an before and had not had much time to spend with Yang Yuhuan and Nunu. Today, he played with the two of them until late at night.
Late at night, Fang Yun came to the bamboo forest of Quan Garden, took out the dragon horn of the Jiao King, and then used his lips and tongue to sharpen the True Dragon Ancient Sword.
Fang Yun has two dragon horns, each five feet high, but now only three feet of the first one is in use.
When he was studying for the imperial examination, using the dragon horn of the Jiao king to sharpen his tongue was extremely effective and his progress in the art of speaking was very fast.
Now, the True Dragon Ancient Sword has become powerful to a certain extent. The effect of sharpening it with the dragon horn of the Jiao King is far less than before. For the opponent, it is a waste of time.
Fang Yun thought about it and took out a two and a half foot long piece of Dragon King’s horn.
This dragon horn originated from the Holy Ruins and was obtained from a lake shell containing qi and blood. Fang Yun has always been reluctant to use it, and now is the best time to use it.
Fang Yun held the light golden horn of the Dragon King in front of him and clenched his hands. He saw the tip of the True Dragon Ancient Sword against the top of the dragon horn. The ancient sword slowly moved forward, and the blade slowly moved across the dragon horn from the tip, and finally reached the hilt of the True Dragon Ancient Sword.
A shallow scratch appeared on the dragon's horn, and a trace of bone powder that had lost its power drifted away in the wind.
There was an extra layer of light on the blade of the True Dragon Holy Sword. The light slowly seeped into the sword body and then disappeared.
The True Dragon Ancient Sword became slightly heavier than before.
Fang Yun showed a look of delight. This dragon horn belonged to the Great Dragon King. Not only was his rank higher than that of the Jiao King, but he was also a member of the Dragon Clan, naturally superior to the Jiao Dragon. The effect of this horn on the True Dragon Ancient Sword was more than twenty times that of the Jiao King's dragon horn!
"Okay! Last year, we got a Dragon Saint skull and part of the spine at Denglongtai. Because it was discovered by many people, it has been handed over to the Holy Academy. Half of it belongs to the Holy Academy. And the Holy Academy did not take it for free. They took out treasures of equal value and divided them among us. As for the other half, the dragon horn is the most precious. I got half a dragon horn and some ordinary dragon saint bones, and the rest of us shared half a dragon horn. When I become a university scholar, I must go to the Holy Academy to get half a dragon horn back. Using the dragon horn to sharpen the True Dragon Ancient Sword will be enough to make the True Dragon Ancient Sword's power soar by leaps and bounds."
Afterwards, Fang Yun first released the official seal and asked the great scholar who protected him to isolate the sound of the bamboo forest to prevent it from being spread outside, and then began to consume his talent and practice various war poems.
When he was in Ning'an, Fang Yun had already learned all the war poems handed down from generation to generation by the Hanlin Academy in the Holy Temple. Today he can slowly familiarize himself with them, and at the same time he will not forget to practice other war poems.
The reason why scholars can practice the third or even fourth level war poems is that in addition to understanding the true meaning of the war poems themselves, the most important thing is hard practice, and continuous use is required to better master them.
In addition to continuous practice, it is also necessary to use it in actual combat. The process of applying it in actual combat is more efficient than practicing hard by one person.
When his talent was only one-fifth left, Fang Yun stopped practicing.
It was two o'clock in the morning. Fang Yun still had two hours to go to bed. Having just attended the No. 1 Scholar Banquet, Fang Yun could rest and at least sleep for two more hours.
Fang Yun returned to the courtyard and stood looking to both sides. On the left was the study and on the right was the bedroom.
After thinking for a few breaths, Fang Yun sighed and walked to the study to read and study, using the last bit of his talent to write "History of Ancient Monsters".
It was not until four in the morning that Fang Yun returned to his bedroom as usual.
It still has the same old taste as usual.
The next day, Fang Yun and his family went to Jingguo Academy. On the way, he received a great piece of news.
All new scholars within five years who have not entered Xuehai are eligible to enter Xuehai!
Any Jinshi who has not entered the Sea of Learning, as long as he is under 60 years old and has made contributions to the human race, can apply to enter the Sea of Learning.
Anyone with a literary rank higher than Jinshi, who has never entered Xuehai, regardless of age, can enter Xuehai this year!
After Fang Yun got the news, three words popped up in his mind: big deal!
The saints are very courageous.
Every year, a lot of talent is consumed in reading and learning, but not everyone can gain enough. If everyone is allowed in, the loss will outweigh the gain.
This year, with the arrival of literary talent, the total amount of talent in Shengyuan Continent will inevitably show explosive growth, and many scholars will also make breakthroughs as a result. Then, those scholars who were unable to enter the sea of books and learning in those years will be eligible to participate after the quota is relaxed.
This is a huge gamble, because the talent consumed this year will inevitably be enormous. If these scholars cannot make enough contributions to the human race in the future, the saints will lose.
With Wenqu descending from heaven, the saints have reason to do so.
"The human race has finally entered a period of rapid development..."
Fang Yun turned back halfway because this time it involved scholars from all over the human race and even from the ancient land. There were too many scholars who were qualified to participate in the sea of learning this time, and they had to be given enough time to review and wait for them to return to the nearest holy temple, so it was postponed to three days later.
After returning home, Fang Yun did not bury his head in study. Instead, he sent out invitations to all his good friends in the capital, saying that in order to celebrate his becoming the top scholar, they should go for an outing to Tongshan, 300 miles away from the capital, the next day. In order to arrive quickly, he asked those who had not risen to prominence to bring their own horses.
Three hundred miles is not a short distance. Even if riding a dragon horse, it will take more than an hour.
Fang Yun rarely socialized and almost never took the initiative to invite people to parties, so everyone who received an invitation eagerly participated and no one refused.
On the morning of the fifth day of November, when it was still light in the capital, the sound of horse hooves could be heard on the streets. The sound became more frequent towards the north of the city.
Soon, thousands of horses and scholars gathered outside the north gate of the capital. Among them were more than fifty female knights who were as brave as men. The eldest princess Zhao Hongzhuang was also among them. She was dressed in red and looked heroic. She was surrounded by many female knights.
These young men riding on dragon horses gathered in groups of three or five, talking and chatting. Many of them were riding rare purebred dragon horses.
Everyone who passed by was secretly frightened, because these people were at least Juren, and there were even a few Hanlin, and each of them had considerable fame in the capital. There was no shortage of young people of all levels, from poor newcomers to children of aristocratic families.
When the time came, Fang Yun appeared at the north gate of the capital, looking at thousands of people in a daze.
Fang Yun turned around and asked Fang Yingwu behind him, "I only wrote a little over a hundred invitations yesterday. What on earth did you do to send a hundred invitations to more than a thousand people?"
Fang Yingwu smiled helplessly and said, "There's nothing we can do. The invitation doesn't say that you can't invite friends and relatives. Once these people heard that you were going to hold a horse literary gathering, they would try their best to come."
"This is not a horse literary gathering, it's just an ordinary outing."
"Everyone knows what's in Tongshan. Many people suspect that your trip is related to Zuo Xiang, but they don't know what you are going to do. Of course, they want to watch the fun."
"There are indeed many smart people!" Fang Yun said with a smile. (To be continued...)