There was silence in the arena where the competition for the head of the nation was held. No one had expected that Xi Yunxiao, the semi-saint of the Shi family, would die at this time.
At this moment, the Wolf Barbarians are invading, and the Demon Realm is constantly increasing its troops outside the Two Realms Mountain. The scale is already close to half of the scale before the first battle of the Two Realms Mountain, and the nine great saints are on their way to the Demon Realm.
The death of Saint Xi Yunxiao at this moment was a fatal blow to the morale of the human race.
Xi Yunxiao is one of the pillars of the human race and one of the four saints of the previous generation. He is older than Chen Guanhai and is also the person who made the greatest contribution in the first battle between the two worlds. He can be called the stabilizer of the human race.
Xi Yunxiao was also a semi-saint of the historian family, with mysterious powers. It was said that he could trace back time and could live for at least another ten years. His sudden death today cast a shadow in the hearts of many people.
Fang Yun looked worried.
Now is a great time for Wenquxing to descend from the sky. Even Chen Sheng's injuries have improved slightly. Xi Yunxiao should have been able to prolong his life, but it is unbelievable that the saint died at this time.
Xi Yunxiao is proficient in the power of historians and has cultivated the holy power of "editing the Spring and Autumn Annals". Once he encounters a fatal attack, he will trace back time and completely resolve it.
The news of Saint Xi Yunxiao's death was too unexpected. After the strange phenomenon disappeared, everyone at the scene of the national battle was silent, unable to bear it.
After a long time, Yan Yukong stood on the lotus leaf and said, "When I was practicing with my master, I met the Saint Xi in person. I looked up to him and admired him. Whenever I think of him, I feel even more in awe. I never thought that the Saint Xi would pass away today. It makes me sigh with regret."
Kong De said: "The saints of our human race are different from the demons and barbarians. Human life span is limited, but as long as the human race is not destroyed and the heavenly life span is long, we should congratulate Saint Xi for his transformation from a human to a celestial being and his eternal life."
"Yes, yes, yes... We should wish Saint Xi a long life."
The atmosphere in the lotus pond was originally very heavy, like a wet towel applied to the face, making it hard to breathe. Now it has eased a little.
Fang Yun sighed in his heart. Although he said so, from now on, they would be separated forever, and the world would lose a semi-saint.
Not long after, the great scholar beside the lotus pond said, "Saint Xi has passed away. Heaven and earth mourn together, but the fight for the head of the nation must not be wasted. Everyone, please join me in a moment of silence to mourn Saint Xi."
Everyone bowed their heads and began a moment of silence.
When the time came, the great scholar spoke and everyone raised their heads.
"Since the death of Saint Xi, his talent will feed back to the world, and the human race will surely become stronger. This is the prosperity of our race. No matter what, the competition for the head of the country will proceed as usual. I believe that you all already know the rules of the first lotus pond competition. Set your mind, the winner wins, and the loser loses. So, now you all start to prepare, and in a quarter of an hour, start to formally set your mind!"
As soon as the great scholar finished speaking, a small table appeared on each person's lotus leaf, on which were placed writing brushes, inkstones, and paper.
Everyone put aside their grief over the death of the Saint Xi, calmed down, and thought about what they wanted to achieve.
The impact of Xi Sheng’s death was so great that it took a long time for everyone to completely get rid of it.
Many people shook their literary courage lightly and cleared the noise in their minds. Now they should concentrate on watching the battle for the head of the country and pay tribute to the sage before talking about it.
After a while, Zeng Nianhai smiled and said, "You are all scholars, please don't kill me."
Everyone smiled, even those in the stands found it funny.
Mo Shan smiled and said, "I think we might as well help Fang Xusheng and make him the first six-headed genius of the human race."
"Huh? I actually forgot such an important thing. What do you think?" Yan Yukong asked.
"We can give in to other things. If we give in today, not only will we be cursed, but even Fang Xusheng will be tarnished for the rest of his life."
Fang Yun smiled and said, "This is just a joke, don't take it seriously."
Sun Naiyong suddenly snorted and said, "When the Second Idiot of Xuehai, Zong Qingying, was in Xuehai, he said that you had absolutely no hope of competing for the top spot in the country. He should be sitting there now. Fang Yun, you must not underestimate the enemy. You can give up the title of the Six-Poem Talent, but you must not let the Third Idiot of Xuehai look down on you!"
Sun Naiyong is a military man. He is cunning and changeable in using troops, but he is a very straightforward person.
"Among the three idiots in the learning sea, except Lei Mo who was promoted to Grand Secretary in his early years, the second idiot Zong Qingying and the third idiot Gu Yuan both relied on the power of Wenquxing to be promoted to Grand Secretary. Lei Mo's literary courage is broken, and the other two are not to be feared."
The behavior of Lei Mo and the other two in the academic world was abominable and angered many scholars, so even though the three of them were university scholars, many people bluntly called them the Three Idiots.
"Look, the stands where the Zong family and the Lei family are are in chaos."
Fang Yun turned his head and saw that some people in the stands of Qing and Jia countries were glaring at him, and some were even pointing at him, while the rest of the spectators were trying to hold back their laughter.
People outside can hear the conversation between these top scorers, but Fang Yun and other top scorers cannot hear what people outside are saying.
"Summer insects are just talking about ice." Fang Yun said.
“Haha, those people are even angrier.”
"Okay, get ready to write your words of determination. If Fang Xusheng fails to win the title of the head of the nation, the Zong and Lei families will probably do everything they can to tarnish his literary reputation."
The lotus pond returned to peace.
In the clear water, more than a dozen top scholars in white robes stood on the green lotus leaves, holding brushes and spreading out rice paper, just like a beautiful scene in a painting.
"Please start writing, all the top scholars."
The great scholar's old voice sounded.
I saw more than ten top scorers dipping their brushes in thick ink, thinking for a moment, and then writing slowly stroke by stroke.
The lotus pond had always been as calm as an ancient well; even when people had been walking on the lotus leaves before, it was like stagnant water.
But now, with each person's lotus leaf as the center, a large number of ripples spread in all directions.
Those ripples were obviously thin and slight, but when they collided with each other, they actually emitted the sound of metal clashing.
The ripples were dense and the sound of metal clashing became more and more urgent, until it was like a silent battle of thousands of troops. No one was shouting, only the sound of swords clashing.
It was just ripples at first, but then a few of the lotus leaves began to spread miniature waves in all directions.
The micro waves under the lotus leaves of Fang Yun, Yan Yukong, Zeng Nianhai and Sun Naiyong are the most obvious.
As the four people's waves appeared, the lotus pond became more chaotic, with many lotus leaves undulating, as if a storm was about to come.
In the Jingguo stand, Cai He stood up suddenly and shouted, "Well done, Fang Xusheng really lived up to everyone's expectations!"
A mocking voice soon came from the Qing Kingdom's patriarchal family: "How ridiculous. In terms of wave height, Yan Yukong is first; in terms of wave speed, Sun Naiyong is first; in terms of detail, Zeng Nianhai is first. Fang Yun is just a safe bet, so how can he live up to everyone's expectations? I think Fang Yun will definitely perform mediocrely in the lotus pond."
"You idiot, stop talking. It's embarrassing." A voice came from Wu Guo's seat.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
The people in the stands on all sides could no longer hold back and burst into laughter. Zong Qingying, who had spoken earlier, had a purple-black face.
Just now, Sun Naiyong called him an idiot in public, which had already touched his bottom line. Now, someone was actually calling him that in front of hundreds of thousands of scholars. No one could stand it!
"Which fellow from Wu country said something hurtful? Tomorrow..." Before Zong Qingying could finish his words, he was stopped by a member of the Zong family beside him.
"He is a great military scholar from the Wu Kingdom."
Zong Qingying was so angry that he almost vomited blood on the spot. Wu State had always been at odds with Qing State, and Wu State was warlike and had many stubborn scholar generals. If he had met a university scholar, he could have argued with him, but he was ridiculed by the great scholar, so Zong Qingying could only swallow his anger.
Zong Qingying looked at Fang Yun with disgust, his right fist clenched tightly. A flash of cold murderous intent flashed across his eyes, and then a strange look of mockery emerged.
.(To be continued..)