"Even if we don't fulfill the bet, we will destroy their Wen Palace! Tong Li might have met with an accident in the Book Mountain and is completely finished. Shi Dehong might be waiting outside. Let's go and take a look."
"But Tong Li..."
"Someone from the Academy will take care of him. Let's go."
The eight scholars walked out excitedly and soon saw Fang Yun talking to the guard outside the door.
The guards hurried into the temple to rescue people, while Fang Yun walked out of the academy, and the eight scholars followed silently behind him.
A large number of officials came together, just like a wave surging over.
Fang Yun took a quick glance and found that except for a few high-ranking officials such as Zhang Poyue, almost all the officials from the fifth to the seventh rank of Yuhai Prefecture were present. Even the generals who usually did not come to the Academy of Literature were there. In addition to the officials, there were also several respected elders whom he had met at the dragon boat celebration party before. More than 40 people looked at him with eager anticipation. They were not so anxious even if their own children and grandchildren were to go to the Academy of Literature.
Feng Yuanjun shouted before he even got close: "Have you passed the three mountains and two pavilions?"
Fang Yun smiled and said, "We passed the three mountains and two pavilions." However, he was still thinking about the mysterious palace and the grassland. He had clearly failed at the five mountains, so how did he end up there? He really wanted to know what that place was.
"Good!" Feng Yuanjun couldn't help clapping and laughing.
"Okay! You win the bet! I want to see with my own eyes the disciple of the Poetry Master of Qing Country destroy his own palace."
"Walk!"
The crowd surrounded Fang Yun and walked towards the entrance of the Academy of Literature.
At the same time, an official secretly sent a letter via carrier pigeon, which appeared in the imperial academy in the capital. Then someone specially sent it to the residence of Tong, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War, as quickly as possible.
After reading the letter, the fifty-year-old Tong Shilang sighed and said, "Tell them to try their best to save Xiao Li's life. Come, prepare the fire-hoofed ox cart. I want to go to Yuhai City myself. I hope I can make it in time."
Soon, two fire-hoofed bulls pulled a cart and left the capital, heading towards Yuhai City at high speed.
It was past five in the morning, and it was obviously not the day for the monthly release of "The Holy Way", but there was a huge crowd of people outside the Academy of Literature in Yuhai City, many of whom were waiting for news about Shang Shushan. This had never happened before.
In the past, Jingguo had mediocre strength. Although the country where the first place in the Book Mountain was located would receive a lot of rewards from the Holy Academy, Jingguo had only won it once, and no one paid attention to it every time it went to the Book Mountain afterwards.
This time was different. The top three scholars in the country came from Jingguo, and they were studying in the Yuhaifu Academy.
"Hey, why don't you come out? My waist and legs ache from exhaustion."
"Then go back to the carriage and rest."
"No! What if I don't see them coming out? I want to see the little brat from Qing destroy his own palace with my own eyes!"
"Hey, don't be so confident. If Fangyun fails, then our Jing country will never be able to make a breakthrough and can only wait to be divided up by other countries."
"Yes, we came here together just to take a look in advance. If Fang Yun wins, Jing Kingdom will have a chance to rise. If Fang Yun loses, Jing Kingdom will be divided up after Chen Shengsheng's death."
"May God bless Jingguo."
"May God bless Fang Yun."
The huge Wenyuan Square was crowded with Jing people, and a heavy and sad atmosphere hovered in the air.
Shi Dehong, Shi Jun's disciple, was with the Qing Guo Juren scholars who came to the Dragon Boat Festival. They didn't care about other people's eyes at all. Those Juren scholars were very relaxed, but Shi Dehong had a serious face and even a hint of anger in his eyes. Because it was here that he was driven out by Shi Jun, which became the greatest shame of his life.
“Dehong, don’t be so serious. This year’s Book Mountain is so much slower than in previous years. It must be that the disciples of the semi-saint family climbed too high. It can’t be related to Fang Yun.”
"Yes, the several semi-saint family disciples who passed the exam this year are very extraordinary. Some of them are similar to Yan Yukong and will definitely be able to go to the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions."
Shi Dehong nodded and said bitterly, "I don't believe he can pass the exam! I couldn't even pass it when I was a juren, let alone him who is just a scholar!"
"Of course. We want to see him destroy his own palace and turn him into a fool."
Shi Dehong said insidiously: "I don't want him to become a fool. I hope that after he destroys Wen Palace, he will live in regret and pain for the rest of his life. Only in this way can I relieve the hatred in my heart."
At this moment, the main door of the Academy of Literature slowly opened.
Many experienced Jingguo people showed joy on their faces, because the main gate of the Academy of Literature was not opened casually, and was generally only opened during important occasions such as the imperial examination and receiving superiors. If Fang Yun failed to go to the Book Mountain, the main gate would never be opened, and even if Fang Yun succeeded, the main gate would not be opened, which was very likely to be some particularly good news.
As the door continued to open, more and more people appeared, and everyone had a happy look on their face.
Except for the Tong family, all the Jing people outside almost cheered, but they all held back and waited quietly for the result.
The faces of the Tong family and the Qing people turned pale in an instant. No matter how stupid they were, they could see that Fang Yun might have won, but they did not give up and hoped for a special result.
Feng Yuanjun looked around at everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Shi Dehong's face nearby. He took a deep breath, and was about to speak when a loud voice exploded in the sky.
At the same time, the same voice rang out above all the academies of literature in the ten countries.
"Fang Yun, a student from Jing country, braved all difficulties and climbed the Book Mountain. He finally reached the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions and ranked first in this Book Mountain. He is the best among the ten countries. I hope all students will take Fang Yun as a role model, be loyal to the saints, and strengthen our human race!"
A tsunami of cheers erupted outside the Yuhai Mansion Academy!
"After Chen Sheng, my Jing country has once again won the first place in the Book Mountain. Jing country wins!"
"Fang Yun is on the mountain of books, the best among the ten countries!"
"In the past few years, he was only called 'the first in the mountain of books', but he was also praised as 'the best in the ten countries'. There are only four or five people in a hundred years. There is hope for the rise of our Jing country!"
Fang Yun was quite speechless. Just now the semi-saint told him not to show off, but now he was named "the best in the ten countries". This meant that in front of him, no one could call themselves or others a talented person. He was the only real talented person in the ten countries.
When everyone had cheered enough, Feng Yuanjun raised his arm to signal everyone to stop, and then said loudly: "Fang Yunyong has climbed to the top of the Book Mountain, which is a great event worth celebrating, but the celebration should be put aside. Now, we have to settle one thing with Qing Kingdom!"
Mr. Feng's tongue was like thunder, and it echoed around the Academy of Literature. Everyone could hear it clearly.
Everyone followed Feng Yuanjun's gaze and looked at the six Qing people who were either panicked or frustrated, among whom Shi Dehong's face was distorted beyond recognition.
Most of the people present were scholars. They all understood Shi Dehong's thoughts. For a rich man who had worked so hard to become a juren, destroying his own palace was more cruel than death. Death would put an end to everything, but after destroying his own palace, not only would his status in the family deteriorate, but his former enemies would inevitably seek revenge.
There is no best in literature. People like Shi Dehong are talented and flamboyant, and he is also a disciple of the Lord of Poetry. He even dares to participate in the Dragon Boat Festival of the two countries. He must often compete in poetry and writing in Qingguo. He offended countless people. Even if only a few of them would retaliate, it would be a huge disaster for him.
The area in front of the Academy of Literature became unusually quiet, with only occasional coughing sounds.
Shi Dehong gritted his teeth. When the results of the prefectural examination were announced, he was humiliated by Shi Jun. Today, he wanted to avenge his previous humiliation, but he met Fang Yun, who had surpassed the three mountains and two pavilions, and even became the first in the mountain of books, but even the semi-saint named him "the best in the ten countries". This was equivalent to the semi-saint helping Fang Yun to humiliate him!
After a long while, Shi Dehong looked at Fang Yun and asked in a low voice: "I admit my mistake to you, can you forgive me?"
"Fang Yun, don't listen to him!"
"Fang Yun, please don't act on impulse!"
Everyone tried to persuade him, fearing that Fang Yun would be soft-hearted and spare Shi Dehong.
But a scholar beside Shi Dehong said loudly: "Fang Yun, since you are the best among the ten countries, you should have a kind heart and courage. Since Dehong admitted his mistake to you, you should forgive him."
"My two countries, Jingqing, are neighbors. We have cooperated many times to kill barbarians. How can you kill him!"
"Bullshit, how did it become Fang Yun who killed him!"
The people of Jing were angry. These people of Qing were too shameless, and they were obviously implying that if Fang Yun disagreed, it would be unrighteous and would damage Fang Yun's reputation.
In this way, Fang Yun would be particularly passive and his reputation would be tarnished if he was not careful.
Fang Yun, however, seemed to know nothing. He smiled calmly and said, "You Qing people are wrong. This matter depends on him, not me. Shi Dehong, if I am the loser this time, can you accept my apology and forgive me? If you can, then swear by the Wen Gong Wen Dan that you will complete the oath and the matter between you and me will be written off."
Several people from Qing were speechless and secretly cursed Fang Yun for being cunning. In this way, all the blame would be put on Shi Dehong. Shi Dehong would definitely not forgive Fang Yun and would certainly not dare to swear. Then, people would only blame Shi Dehong and would never blame Fang Yun.
The people of Jing felt that Fang Yun lived up to his reputation. He counterattacked so sharply in such a short period of time and was worthy of being the best among the ten countries.
Thousands of people stared at Shi Dehong together.
First, the Dragon Boat Festival failed, then he was expelled by Shi Jun, and just now he was indirectly punished by the Half-Saint. Now, Fang Yun's last words were like a knife on his neck. Shi Dehong finally couldn't bear the tremendous pressure, collapsed, and ran out like crazy.
He ran and shouted: "I can't destroy Wen Palace by myself! I am the son of a wealthy family! I have noble people to help me! I am Shijun's student. If anyone dares to touch me, my master will come to avenge me! Fang Yun, don't force me to death, my master will not forgive you!"
Suddenly, a sneering voice came from not far away.
"Will the people of Qing refuse to admit defeat?"
I saw a big bearded man striding towards me, and all the people around him were pushed aside by a strange force, as if they were making way for him.
"General Zhang!"
"Commander-in-Chief Zhang!"
"Brother Po Yue."
Hearing these titles, everyone recognized him as Zhang Poyue, the highest military official in Jiangzhou, the governor of the state army, and a Hanlin scholar, a man whose reputation in Jiangzhou was second only to Li Wenying.
It's just that the follower holding the fruit bowl behind him was a little inconsistent.
When the officials saw Zhang Poyue coming, two different expressions appeared on their faces. One was very happy, and the other seemed to say something terrible.
Zhang Poyue shouted, "Qing people, remember to tell Shijun when you go back that the man who killed his disciples is Zhang Poyue. If you have the guts, go and seek revenge on Li Wenying!"
After saying this, Zhang Poyue spat out the spear of talent.
A flash of white light pierced through Shi Dehong's chest, and a red light flew out along with the spear of talent, fell to the ground, and formed a pool of blood.
. (To be continued..)