Fang Daniu and his servants were waiting by the carriage outside Wenyuan Street. They were happy to see Fang Yun, but when they saw the more than 30 officials in official uniforms around Fang Yun, they were all confused.
"Master, have you committed a terrible crime?" asked a young follower.
"Don't offend you! Look carefully, they are laughing so happily. Besides, didn't you hear what the semi-saint said? The head of the mountain of books, the best show in the ten countries, even a fool can understand that it is a good thing! However, these officials are too weird." Fang Daniu said.
When he arrived at the carriage, Fang Yun was in a dilemma as to whether to get on or not. If he got on, it would be too rude to these officials, but if he didn't get on, he would be surrounded by a group of officials for so long and he didn't know how many people would see him along the way.
Fang Yun looked at the sky. It was not yet six o'clock, so there would not be many people on the road. So he nodded to Fang Daniu to signal him to follow him, and then he continued walking home while chatting and laughing with the officials.
"Fang Wujia, before you entered the Book Mountain, you were at most a scholar with a literary reputation, but after entering the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions of the Book Mountain, you have become a talent with great potential. If nothing unexpected happens, you will become a great scholar in the future, and I would not be surprised even if you are canonized as a saint."
"That makes sense. Once Fang Yun reaches the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions, he will surely become a great scholar. Although it is difficult to become a semi-saint, it is not impossible."
Fang Yun said modestly: "Thank you for the compliments. My heart is devoted to the holy way. It doesn't matter how far I can go. I just need to be myself."
Fang Shouye smiled and said, "Fang Yun, don't be so modest! In the future, our Fang family will have a great scholar. It is difficult to be canonized. There are many geniuses who reach the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions for the first time, but not many are canonized. However, you have a great chance."
Fang Yun looked helplessly at his uncle, who had been showing off since the beginning. He was more flamboyant than the real No. 1 showman in the Ten Kingdoms, except that he was catching people all over the world saying that Fang Yun was his nephew.
Those officials could all understand Fang Shouye's mentality. Fang Yun's literary reputation had greatly increased this time. In the past, only people who read "Wen Bao" and "Sheng Dao" knew him, but now the couplet was hung at the entrance of the Ten Countries Academy of Literature. Within a year at most, everyone, young and old, would know about it, and countless people would take Fang Yun as a role model.
A general laughed and said, "I'm afraid those people in Dayuan Mansion are regretting their decision! They must be thinking now that they should have locked Fang Yun in the Academy of Literature to prevent any assassination attempts against him. It's a pity that Fang Yun has become famous in Yuhai City. If they encounter any problems in the future, they will definitely thank Dayuan Mansion for its integrity!"
"Also, I would like to thank Dayuan Mansion for the Dragon Boat Festival."
"From now on, if anyone dares to say that Fang Yun came to Yuhai Mansion to steal a place in the Book Mountain, I will slap him in the face! Not to mention a place in the Book Mountain, even if he steals all the places in Yuhai Mansion, we will be convinced!"
"of course!"
Fang Yun was humble again and again, but these scholars didn't care about him. They just said whatever they wanted.
Fang Yun was humble at first, but he soon understood these people. Apart from Li Wenying, there has not been a genius in Jing Kingdom who can be compared with the four great talents for decades. The semi-saint families in Jing Kingdom have long focused on the Holy Academy and Liangjie Mountain. In addition, they have been warned by the saint families of Qing Kingdom and Wu Kingdom. Even if they help the royal family of Jing Kingdom, their efforts will be limited.
In the eyes of the children of the noble families, the country is not important, as long as the human race is not destroyed, the holy families will never be destroyed.
The Jing Kingdom has been oppressed badly over the years, and now it has finally produced Fang Yun who is able to defeat ten other countries. They say that his hope of becoming a saint is slim, but they hope that Fang Yun will be canonized tomorrow and ensure peace for the Jing Kingdom for another hundred years.
Yang Yuhuan was happier than anyone else when she saw so many people recognized Fang Yun.
They walked all the way to Fang Yun's door, then said goodbye together and left in twos and threes.
The harvest of climbing the mountain of books was huge, but Fang Yun was extremely exhausted, so he fell asleep as soon as he returned to the house.
In the morning, Zhang Poyue's men brought a demon turtle egg as big as a bowl.
In the afternoon, the famous Tong family of Yuhai Prefecture was in chaos. Tong Li hanged himself after waking up. Before his death, he left a blood letter, hoping that his family would avenge him.
Fang Yun didn't wake up until the evening. The little fox jumped into his arms and slept with him.
Yang Yuhuan knew that Nunu was a psychic, so she felt relieved when she saw that Nunu was not worried.
The night in Yuhai City is brightly lit, and the commercial center of Beifu City is bustling with people even in the middle of the night.
On the road from Yuhai City to the capital, a fire-hoofed ox cart was speeding along. The ladder of the fire-hoofed ox kept splashing out strange sparks, and it ran much faster than the common armored ox.
The fire-hoofed ox cart was very bumpy, but Minister Tong inside was unaware of it. He was holding the book "Sun Bin's Art of War" in his hands and reading aloud slowly. He spoke very slowly, as if he wanted to imprint every word deeply in his mind.
Suddenly, a lightsaber with a bloody white tint flew from the south of Yuhai City, landed a hundred feet away, and stuck in the road.
The driver immediately slowed down the fire-hoofed ox, and Minister Tong lifted the door curtain and looked at the familiar Lixue ancient sword in front of him.
The ox cart stopped, and Minister Tong looked at the sword quietly. Once upon a time, he and the owner of this sword fought side by side, killed monsters and barbarians, drank wine, ate meat and talked together.
"well… "
Minister Tong sighed and stared at the Blood-Lining Ancient Sword for a full quarter of an hour before he said firmly, "My grandson cannot die in vain. Fighting without winning, attacking without taking, is not my holy way. Return to the capital, to the Left Prime Minister's residence."
"Yes, sir."
Minister Tong took another look at the blood-stained ancient sword, lowered the door curtain, and continued reading Sun Bin's Art of War.
The Lixue ancient sword shook slightly, and flew to the south with a whoosh, crossing Yuhai City, flying to the bank of the Yangtze River very close to Yuhai City, and entered the body of Li Wenying, who was dressed in a green robe embroidered with clouds.
On the river surface several dozen feet away from Li Wenying, stood a university scholar who was also wearing a green robe embroidered with clouds, but was nearly twenty years younger than Li Wenying.
"I, Gu Jingdao, greet Lord Li." The young university scholar bowed.
"You are too polite, Mr. Poet. You are one of the four great talents of this generation. There is no need to perform formalities." Li Wenying sat cross-legged on a large rock. He did not even look at Gu Jingdao, but looked in the direction of the Yangtze River estuary with a calm expression.
"I have always admired your name, and I know that you are a decisive person, so just say it directly. Since my disciple has made a bet with Fang Yun and is willing to accept the loss, I, as a teacher, can't say anything. But Fang Yun and Zhang Poyue didn't even give them a chance to live, which is too much. I came to Jingguo this time. Not to embarrass Fang Yun, but to meet him. If he sincerely apologizes, the matter will be settled. As for Zhang Poyue, just bear with my verbal sparring."
Li Wenying still looked at the estuary and said, "If you dare to go ashore, I will kill you."
Gu Jingdao stood on the water, his eyes flashing with anger, and said: "It is said that Master Jianmei is impartial, why is he now unable to distinguish between public and private? I am not killing them. I am just trying to comfort the spirit of my disciple in heaven."
"That kind of evil cannot go to heaven, so it should have been reincarnated as a bug in the demon world." Li Wenying said lightly.
"He is the disciple of my poet Gu Jingdao. I watched him grow up!" Gu Jingdao said as he took a step forward and stared at Li Wenying, his muscles tense.
"Fang Yun and Zhang Poyue are under my protection."
"You can protect me for a while, but not forever."
"It doesn't matter. If Zhang Poyue dies, I will kill you. If Fang Yun dies, I will slaughter all your clans."
Gu Jingdao suppressed his anger and said, "What will you do if your disciples are killed?"
"If my disciples were like yours, I would kill them first to avoid bringing disaster upon myself." Li Wenying still had an indifferent tone.
Gu Jingdao sighed and said, "Dehong was wrong, but it was not fatal. I didn't want to teach Fang Yun a lesson, but you stopped me. If I meet Fang Yun in the future, I will punish him!"
"Say it again." Li Wenying suddenly turned his head and looked at Gu Jingdao.
Gu Jingdao suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, difficulty breathing, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He saw a sea of blood in Li Wenying's eyes.
Gu Jingdao tried his best but couldn't open his mouth to repeat the sentence.
Li Wenying turned his head again and looked towards the mouth of the Yangtze River.
After a long while, Gu Jingdao said, "This time Fang Yun won the first place in the Book Mountain, and a large number of scholars from Qing and Wu countries left the Book Mountain in advance, and some even fell into a coma. The Palace of Literature was damaged, and many people believed that it was Fang Yun's doing. Someone will definitely come to Jing to compete! I originally wanted to resolve the grievances between the two countries, but since you are trying to stop me, I will not stop the students from Qing from coming to Jing to compete!"
"Why not just engage in a verbal battle?" Li Wenying asked back.
Gu Jingdao was speechless.
Literary competition is a form of exchange of ideas.
Literary competition is to determine who is better.
The literary war is about capturing cities.
"Li Wenying, you are going too far."
Li Wenying said slowly, "Since you lost in the Dragon Boat Literary Contest, you will definitely come to Jingguo for a literary contest. How could I not know that? Your disciple is so incompetent, I really should have killed him before he came to Yuhai City. I will recommend you to the Holy Academy to go to Liangjie Mountain. You are no longer suitable to stay in the Ten Kingdoms."
"Humph! Since you are so unreasonable, don't blame me, Qingguo, for going too far."
"Aren't you people from Qing country pushing Jing country into a desperate situation?" Li Wenying said.
Gu Jingdao remained silent.
"You will regret what happened today." Gu Jingdao turned and left.
"I'm considering whether to kill you."
Gu Jingdao's body trembled, white clouds appeared under his feet, and he flew rapidly to the other side.
Li Wenying stood up, glanced at Gu Jingdao's back, and turned back to Yuhai City.
After a night, Fang Yun finally woke up.
"Hungry!" This was the first word Fang Yun said.
So, Yang Yuhuan and the servants in the house began to get busy preparing breakfast for Fang Yun.
Soon, Fang Yun began to eat breakfast in big mouthfuls.
Fang Daniu came in holding a pile of invitation cards and said with a bitter face, "These are from yesterday, there may be more today."
"Just say that I was injured in the Book Mountain and need to recuperate for half a month." Fang Yun said.
"Okay." Fang Daniu left reluctantly.
Nunu cried twice, jumped onto Fang Yun's dining table, stretched out his little paw to hold Fang Yun's wrist, looked up at him with a questioning look, wanting to know if he was hurt.
Yang Yuhuan asked with concern: "Are you really injured?"
Fang Yun smiled and said, "No, I lied to them. I learned too much in the Book Mountain. It's hard to digest in a short time. It will take some time, so I have to study hard in seclusion. I'm really not hurt."
Fang Yun said this as he reached out to touch Nunu's little head, but Nunu was skeptical. She stretched her nose into Fang Yun's hand and sniffed it gently before she felt relieved.
Yang Yuhuan smiled and said, "Then I feel relieved." (To be continued...)
ps: Three updates tomorrow.