After a moment of silence, Fang Yun asked, "What is Zuo's attitude toward me?"
"He majored in Miscellaneous Studies. For his goal, he can change everything, including his status as a Miscellaneous Scholar. If he can become a Saint, he will do anything for him. This is his way of Sainthood, and he will do anything to achieve his goal. As long as you visit him in person and help him gain power in Jing State and become a powerful minister, he will immediately destroy Liu Zicheng and Liu Zizhi with your own hands, because you have more potential than both of them."
"Ever since I learned that he almost wiped out the Left Army last year due to his own selfish desires, I will never cooperate with him. That is not my holy path." Fang Yun said in a deep voice.
"So, unless it concerns the survival of Jingguo or the crisis of the human race, you two will never join forces."
Fang Yun couldn't help but think of everything he had encountered in the illusion and laughed, but his eyes were full of coldness.
"I'll take my leave now that I've finished talking. Remember, you must not leave here, even if the people of Qing block the door and yell at you, you can't go out."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid." Fang Yun said.
After seeing Zhao Hongzhuang off, Fang Yun walked back, but Nunu jumped into his arms, looked at Fang Yun seriously, scratching in the air with his right paw, as if asking: Do you need me to deal with the bad guys
Fang Yun laughed, touched her head, and asked, "Do you still remember killing the demon turtle?"
Nunu nodded.
"What on earth was that blood you vomited that day?"
Nunu was stunned for a moment, his eyes were blank, and then he showed a look of doubt.
"You can't hear the human language again?" Fang Yun asked with a smile.
Nunu nodded immediately, his eyes extremely straightforward.
Fang Yun smiled and rubbed its cute little head. It squinted its eyes and happily enjoyed Fang Yun's touch.
Fang Yun stayed at home to continue his studies. The next day, he invited a lecturer from the Academy of Arts who had reached the level of painting to teach him. At the same time, he took out half an hour every day to speed-read knowledge related to the zither, guzheng, and go to lay a foundation for the future.
The experience in Shushan made Fang Yun understand more deeply that the holy way is important, but the forces that assist the holy way are equally important.
Fang Yun spent the next few days in peace. Although Fang Daniu and the doorman occasionally hesitated to talk, Fang Yun remained indifferent to everything. He really turned a deaf ear to the outside world and focused on reading the books of sages.
On the evening of the tenth day of June, there was a noise outside the door. Fang Yun heard several familiar voices, sighed helplessly, walked out of the study and went towards the front door.
"I'm so sorry, everyone. My master has said that he won't see any visitors."
"We are all his classmates at the State College of Arts. Can you go in and inform him?"
"Please don't embarrass me, my master really can't see guests."
Fang Yun said, "Let them in." Then he sighed again.
"Fang Yun!" Everyone cheered loudly, rushed in together, and looked at him excitedly.
There were Li Yuncong, Ning Zhiyuan, Lu Yu and others who were in the same scholar class, Chang Wanxu who was from another scholar class, Ye Feng and others from Lishan Society, and Zhang Ruhai and others from Ying Society. They all knew each other before in the State Academy of Literature.
"Fang Yun, you are so amazing. Now everyone in Dayuan Mansion who knows you is very proud. A few people went to the brothel and said they were your classmates. When the prostitutes heard this, they immediately reduced the money by half."
Fang Yun rolled his eyes at Lu Yu and said, "Can't you give me a better example?"
"Hehe..." Everyone laughed.
"Why did you suddenly come to Yuhai Mansion together?" Fang Yun asked.
The smiles on everyone's faces disappeared.
"Are you really hurt?" Ning Zhiyuan asked with concern.
Fang Yun glanced outside the door and said, "Let's talk inside."
More than 20 people entered the main hall, but there were only a dozen chairs. Fang Daniu and others hurriedly moved chairs from other rooms, but they ran out of chairs and had to borrow from neighbors.
Fang Yun sat in the main seat. With a calm expression, he looked around at the depressed people and said, "I have been at home these days and don't know anything about what is happening outside. You are here for the literary duel, right? Since you are here, tell me what you have to say."
No one spoke for a long time.
After a while, Zhang Ruhai said, "Not only did people from Dayuan Prefecture come, but many people from other places also came, including some people from the capital. However, they all lost."
The atmosphere in the main hall was extremely solemn.
"No one wins?"
“There are draws, there are losses, but no wins.”
Fang Yun knew that Jing Kingdom was not as good as Qing Kingdom, but he didn't expect it to be so tragic.
"No one from our country's holy families is coming?"
Ning Zhiyuan sneered: "Even the children of the rich families didn't come."
"Alas, I am ashamed. The people of Qing were too cruel this time. Scholars can compete with each other in poetry and talent, but candidates can only compete with each other in literary courage. After five consecutive candidates' literary courage was cracked and one candidate's literary courage was shattered, no candidate dared to fight anymore."
The scholars present sighed and groaned. The cracking of the literary talent was already a big problem. If it was broken, it would be almost impossible to put it together again.
"How is the scholar?"
"One died, three were disabled, and one was killed by Zhan Shi. The others are fine." Li Yuncong said.
Fang Yun took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"What did the people of Qing say?" Fang Yun asked.
Everyone looked at each other and said nothing.
"Tell me, it must be aimed at me. I am prepared." Fang Yun said slowly.
Ye Feng said: "It's nothing more than insulting you. You understand without us saying anything."
"What do you think?"
Lu Yu immediately said: "Of course I hope you don't come out! They just want to destroy you! You... can't go out." He suddenly shut up. Only the people in the scholar class knew that Fang Yun created the war poem. No one else knew and could not tell it.
The students in the scholar class understood immediately, and no one spoke for fear of letting the cat out of the bag. However, students from other classes did not understand and looked at Lu Yu curiously.
Seeing that Lu Yu was silent, Zhang Ruhai said, "You don't need to worry too much. Except for a few brainless people from Jing, everyone supports you. They all know that this is a vicious plot by the people from Qing. We have spread the word that if you lose the battle, it will be a loss for Jing. If you win, it proves that you are more talented than the legend says, which is equivalent to telling the demons to kill you. So most people support you to stay at home and don't fall for it."
Fang Yun nodded and said, "Those few people are actually quite a lot, right?"
No one answered.
"Why bother about what others say! You are already in the fifth rank of Fang, and you have reached the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions of the Book Mountain, standing with the geniuses of all generations. As long as you accumulate a few more years, you will surely soar to the sky. What you need to do now is not to rush in. But to be steady! Once you are steady, you can look back and laugh at them!"
"Right! We came here not to force you to go out and fight with Qing people, but to come and see you. We hope you don't fall into the trap! We know your character. You are not a coward. You are willing to bend and stretch. This is the model of a scholar."
"Yes! We all believe you!"
"Wait until you become a great scholar or a semi-saint in the future. Then we'll see what they have the nerve to say!"
As they spoke, everyone became more and more excited, and they all placed their hopes of washing away the shame on Fang Yun's future.
"Thank you everyone." Fang Yun said slowly.
"Why are you being so polite? When you become a great scholar or a half-sage, we will just say that we are your classmates. We will have enough food and drink for the rest of our lives and will never starve to death." Ning Zhiyuan suddenly said with a smile.
Fang Yun's face suddenly became extremely gloomy, and he looked at Ning Zhiyuan quietly.
No one spoke and the main hall was eerily quiet.
Ning Zhiyuan showed a look of regret.
Many people looked at each other again, and only then did they deeply understand Fang Yun's intelligence. He could actually see the clues from such a simple sentence.
"How many of you are ready to engage in a literary fight with the people of Qing?" Fang Yun asked.
Everyone lowered their heads and no one answered.
"Ye Feng, you are the leader of Lishan Society, tell us about it." Fang Yun said.
Ye Feng sighed and said, "We have all decided to compete with the people of Qing in writing new battle poems. We have all signed a life and death agreement. Even if we are not as good as them, they will always make mistakes. We always have a chance to win. As long as we win once, one of them will die! Come one by one, we will let them know. Since you want to fight, we, the people of Jing, will accompany you to the end!"
Fang Yun looked at everyone silently.
Just then, there was a sudden burst of crying outside the door.
"Fang Yun! Fang Wujia! Please avenge our young master and master! I kowtow to you!"
Fang Yun stood up suddenly and hurried out. He remembered that this was the voice of Qian Juren's follower. During the Dragon Boat Festival that day, this follower was busy running around and kept praising him after the festival ended.
The others followed him out.
Yang Yuhuan walked to the door of the main hall, held the door frame, looked at Fang Yun's back, her eyes full of worry.
The doorman leaned against the gate and said, "Master, you must not go out. General Fang told me not to let you go out no matter what. Your life is more precious than all of ours combined!"
"It's okay. I know what I'm doing." Fang Yun said.
The concierge opened the door reluctantly.
Fang Yun looked outside and saw the Qian family's servant kneeling at the foot of the steps with tears on his face.
Fang Yun's face showed no joy or sadness. He said, "Get up first and tell me what happened slowly."
The man quickly wiped away his tears and said, "Our young master was so angry today that he went to have a literary duel with the Qing State's candidate. As a result, his literary courage was shattered and he fell into a coma. Our old master was already ill, and when he learned that the young master had an accident, he was so angry that he died. Master Fang, please avenge our family! The people of Qing State are too cruel! Too cruel!"
A man behind Fang Yun angrily said, "Who asked you to come? Don't you know that the people of Qing want to see Fang Yun fight with them? If Fang Yun gets into trouble, how will you compensate him? Do you want to watch Fang Yun get destroyed by the people of Qing?"
The man was startled and cried, "I really didn't think so! I... I won't beg anymore. I'll go back and take care of our young master!"
Fang Yun said, "Daniu, prepare the car and go to Qian's house."
"Young Master!" Fang Daniu looked at Fang Yun anxiously.
"Prepare the car!" Fang Yun's voice was steady and powerful.
"Fang Yun, you must not go out! As soon as you go out, someone will force you to fight with someone!" Ning Zhiyuan shouted hurriedly.
"Brother Qian is in a coma, Uncle Qian has passed away, I don't know, but now that I know, I have to go. Daniel, prepare the car!"
"Can… "
Fang Yun walked out.
Fang Daniu hurriedly shouted: "Don't! Don't! I'll prepare the car right away! Right away!" (To be continued...)
ps: Three updates.