Rays of orange light emanated from Yunao's head, and after the orange energy left his body, it dissipated like smoke.
"No..." Yun Ao screamed frantically, reaching out to catch the smoke. His fingers passed by, not even a trace of talent remained.
Everyone around Yun Ao, including his father Yun Hu, subconsciously stepped back.
Everyone's faces were filled with horror, and they couldn't believe that the legendary talent had dissipated. This phenomenon would only occur when the rebels were killed.
If a normal scholar dies, it would be a scene where his talent returns to heaven and earth, which is completely different from this scene.
"My talent! This is the talent I cultivated through hard work!" Yun Ao was like a madman, spinning in place while reaching out to grab the talent.
"Oh my God, why did this happen? Why? This is my talent!"
"No, no one can take it away from me. No one can take it away from me!"
"Mine, all these talents are mine! No one can take them away! Get out, all of you!"
Yunao cried and shouted.
Soon, blood began to flow from the corners of Yun Ao's eyes. His eyes seemed to be covered by a blood net and his eyeballs could explode at any time.
All educated people can see that this is a sign of problems in the Wen Palace!
Yun Ao's ancient sword of talent was suspended calmly in the air, like a heartless person watching a farce, and the sword light was slightly cold.
"Son! Don't worry about it, don't worry about it!" Yun Hu finally couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed forward to hug Yun Ao, tears streaming down his face.
"Get out! Who are you? Get out! Don't steal my talent. Get out! Don't steal my talent!" Yun Ao pushed Yun Hu hard.
"Son, wake up. Your talent is about to dissipate. It's the backlash of your righteousness! Be firm in your literary courage. There is still a chance to stop it. There is still a chance!" Yun Hu continued to hug Yun Ao tightly.
"You dare to steal my talent! You are dead! In a few years, I, Yun Ao, will become a Hanlin, and then kill Yun Fang. In a few more years, I will become a university scholar and drive the old man Yun Zhaochen out of Juyun City! By then, I will be the Lord of Juyun City, the Lord of the scholars in Juyun City! Kneel down! Everyone, kneel down!"
"Yun Ao. I am your father! Wake up! Wake up!" Yun Hu kept persuading.
"Don't force me! You are not my father, you must be Yun Fang in disguise, right? You are Yun Fang! I saw that you had bad intentions in the restaurant that day. You pretended to be a dandy to look down on me, anger me, and then forced me to say bad things about you behind my back! You disguised yourself as Yun Fang, and this dragon-patterned rice field and the city lord's visit were all carefully arranged by you, just to make me look bad! Tell me. Is that right? Did you carefully plan this?"
Yun Ao grabbed Yun Hu's neck tightly, questioned loudly, his eyes bloodshot.
"Son...you...uh...no..."
"If you don't say it, then you have acquiesced! You are Yun Fang! Yun Fang deserves to die! You deserve to die! If it weren't for you, I would be the future head of the Changle Yun family, and I would get everything from the Changle Yun family! It's all because of you, you have harmed me! It's all because of you! I will kill you!"
Yun Ao looked like a madman, with a ferocious face. The moment he finished speaking, his ancient sword of talent stabbed downwards with a whoosh.
Yun He was shocked and said, "No!"
Many people instinctively controlled their verbal attacks to stop Yunao, but it was too late.
Yun Ao's tongue sword pierced through the center of Yun Hu's head and went through his body.
"you… "
Before Yun Hu died, he looked at Yun Ao, tears mixed with blood flowing in his eyes.
The last thing revealed in his eyes was regret.
Yun Ao suddenly woke up, blinked hard, and found that he was strangling his father's neck. His tongue sword killed his father.
"father!"
Yun Ao knelt on the ground, holding his father's body and crying loudly.
The orange talent continues to radiate outward.
"father!"
Yun Ao kept crying and shouting, his voice so sad that it shook the heavens.
"Third brother!" Yun He's tears flowed out like a flood. She was about to go to Yun Hu's body, but was stopped by the people next to her.
"You can't go now. Yunao has gone mad and will kill you too."
Yun Ao suddenly turned his head and looked at Fang Yun. The bloodshot in his eyes had formed a net, and his eyes were like ghosts, making people feel cold behind their backs.
"Yun Fang! Why did you deceive me and let me kill my father? You can kill me, but you can't torture me in this way! I will not let you go even if I become a ghost! I will curse you for the rest of my life..." Yun Ao cursed continuously.
Fang Yun was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Yun Ao, it has come to this, why are you still making excuses for your mistakes? If you were not unwilling to acknowledge the achievements of others, if you were not so sure that others were not as good as you, why would you slander others behind their backs? If you hadn't said bad things about me behind my back, why would I have ignored you? When your talent was dissipating, you could have clearly strengthened your original intention, set your mind on the holy path, and repented, thus preventing the backlash of righteousness! But..."
Fang Yun sighed again and said, "But you didn't! From the beginning to the end, you never admitted your own shortcomings! From the beginning to the end, you blamed all the mistakes on others! From the beginning to the end, you didn't believe in the excellence of others! From the beginning to the end, you are a confused person! Your father not only died because of his greed, but also died because of your ignorance and arrogance! You, without the holy way in your heart, how dare you lead the righteousness!"
Fang Yun’s words were like a bolt from the blue, shocking Yun Ao to the point of being dumbfounded.
After a moment, Yun Ao gritted his teeth and said slowly: "I... I am not wrong! You are the one who is wrong! I can think whatever I want and do whatever I want. The reason I failed is that my literary status is not high enough and my strength is not strong enough!"
"People like you who don't know how to reflect on themselves will never get enough power, and will never reach a higher level of literature!" The city lord Yun Zhaochen suddenly spoke, his tone full of sorrow.
"I don't believe it! You are all Yun Fang's disguised people, you all want to kill me! I will kill you all!" Yun Ao threw down Yun Hu's body and was about to control the Caiqi Ancient Sword to kill Fang Yun.
The Caiqi Ancient Sword flew only two meters before it suddenly stopped and turned into a ray of light returning to Yunao's forehead.
The orange energy that was originally emanating from Yunao's head had now stopped.
The talent is gone.
Snap!
Yunao’s literary talent collapsed!
"ah… "
Yun Ao screamed in pain, covered his head with his hands, and rolled on the ground.
Then, tiny crystals flew out from Yunao's head, like ice crushed into fine powder, and slowly rose up.
People nearby kept retreating.
Kang Xingzhi was surprised and said, "The backlash of righteousness this time is so abnormal. Could it be that Yun Fang's words caused the backlash of Yun Ao's righteousness?"
"But only the words of a saint can cause such a serious backlash of righteousness!"
"Yun Fang, you call yourself 'this saint'. May I ask which saint you are?" Kang Xingzhi asked cautiously.
"Last year, the Holy Academy canonized the Ancestor of Poetry, and he became a virtual saint." Fang Yun was too lazy to hide it. When Yun Zhaochen appeared, Fang Yun realized that his identity was exposed, so he might as well reveal it.
"ah!"
Thousands of people screamed, even suppressing Yun Ao's screams.
Nie Que and others looked at Fang Yun, their faces ashen and their whole bodies trembling.
Nie Que said in a trembling voice: "I... We are robbing Xu Sheng's dragon-patterned rice field?"
"What a sin! I am ashamed of my ancestors, ashamed of the righteousness of heaven and earth, and ashamed of Confucius! I will die to atone for my sins!" An old scholar suddenly held a scholar's sword and wiped it across his neck.
Blood splattered, and the old scholar fell to the ground and died.
(To be continued…)