Fang Yun suddenly smiled coldly. When dealing with the scholar, he only used one tenth of his talent.
With talent tempered by the five movements of Wenquxing, and possessing a majestic Wen Palace with ancient murals, he first obtained the thundering holy sound, and then climbed the four mountains. When it comes to talent and literary competition, Fang Yun's strength is a hundred times that of an ordinary scholar!
Suddenly, the strong wind around Fang Yun intensified again, while the wind around Feng Shaoyu continued to weaken.
"What's wrong? Is it possible? You cheated!" Feng Shaoyu couldn't help but be shocked. Although he looked arrogant on the surface, he had been studying seriously and working very hard for the rise of the diplomats. He had great confidence in the solidity of his talent and literary talent. He was more than 30% stronger than Fang Yun when he faced the scholar before.
But now, Fang Yun's talent and Wen Palace strength suddenly increased, and it was twice as much as his!
The people of Qing could hardly believe their eyes.
"Could this Fang Yun also be a disciple of a semi-saint? Even the outstanding disciples of the sub-saint family and the Confucius family are only at this level, right?"
"It's over. I really shouldn't have listened to those people's instigation and come to Jingguo for a literary duel! This Fang Yun is not only famous for his literary talent, but his foundation is also so solid! No wonder he was able to reach the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions!"
Xi Molu's face flashed with shame. He was the son of a semi-saint family, but he was not as talented and solid as Fang Yun! Moreover, a juren was not as good as a xiucai!
Many nervous people of Jing country breathed a sigh of relief. They had cursed Feng Shaoyu before out of a lack of confidence. Subconsciously, they thought that although Feng Shaoyu was not as good as the disciples of the Semi-Saint family, he was also a talented scholar of Qing country. Fang Yun was still a scholar after all, and he would most likely fail in the literary duel. But now, they were completely relieved.
Feng Shaoyu suddenly shouted, "Fang Yun can't possibly beat me, you guys cheated first! I'm going to use my literary courage to destroy his literary palace, give me justice!"
Feng Shaoyu flipped his hand and a golden paper appeared in his hand. The paper suddenly stood up, with the word "替" written on it.
A true article by a great scholar.
The hearts of the people in Jing State had just settled down when they were raised to their throats.
"Beast!" Ning Zhiyuan suddenly shouted.
"I'm going to kill you!" A scholar was so angry that he was fuming.
Countless Jing people cursed loudly.
Even the five or six Qing people who originally supported Feng Shaoyu were furious. They didn't expect him to dare to do this. Since he first used the great scholar's true text to replace his own punishment, and then hurt Fang Yun, even if Feng Shaoyu would not be punished again by the power of the Holy Temple, he would be condemned by thousands of people, and the reputation of Qing's literature would inevitably suffer a great blow.
Feng Shaoyu was laughing, because he knew that if he severely damaged Fang Yunwen Palace, he would be punished by the Holy Spirit. Qing Kingdom would lose the Feng family at most, but it would completely destroy the hope of Jing Kingdom's rise, so it was all worth it!
An invisible force fell on the great scholar's true text and completely destroyed it. Taking advantage of this moment, Feng Shaoyu laughed wildly and mobilized the power of Wendan, trying to smash Fang Yun's Wen Palace.
Not only was Fang Yun not afraid, but he showed a look of pity.
The smile on Feng Shaoyu's face suddenly froze, because he suddenly realized that his Wendan power was like an egg hitting a boulder. Then a harder, taller, heavier mountain emerged from the boulder, slamming Wengong and breaking Wendan.
Feng Shaoyu heard the endless strange shattering sounds and looked at Fang Yun blankly. An idea popped up in his mind.
"He is just a scholar, how can he be a literary talent? And how can he reach the first level of literary talent, which is as tough as grass and wood?"
"Puff..." Feng Shaoyu's head suddenly made a muffled sound, and his literary palace, literary courage, talent, and everything else exploded. Then blood spurted out from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. There was also a lot of debris mixed in the blood.
Feng Shaoyu slowly fell to the ground, with a large amount of blood flowing out from his seven orifices.
Feng Shaoyu is dead.
The whole place was silent.
"Good Holy Punishment!" someone shouted.
"A saint really can't tolerate such people!"
"You deserve it! Good death!"
Everyone thought it was a holy punishment from a saint.
All the people of Qing country were pale, the semi-saint's punishment rarely used such extreme methods. But once this method was used, it meant that the semi-saint was really angry, and everyone knew the temper of the Eastern Saint.
Xi Molu heard the sound of a silk thread breaking, and then he felt as if struck by lightning. His body shook and he vomited a mouthful of blood.
"Brother Xi, what's wrong with you?" A scholar hurriedly supported Xi Molu. He was from a semi-saint family, so there must not be any mistakes. He had to curry favor with him.
Xi Molu suddenly burst into tears, but what flowed from his eyes was not tears, but blood.
At this moment, he finally understood that he had been deceived by the tactics of the strategist!
The scholar was stunned for a moment, then jumped back quickly like a frightened rabbit.
"Blood... the bloodline is cut off!" The scholar pointed at Xi Molu, and was so frightened that he couldn't utter a word.
All the people of Qing scattered in all directions as if they were avoiding the plague god. One person even retreated too quickly and knocked over a chair, falling to the ground.
Even the officials were frightened and scattered. Now no one went to see the dead Feng Shaoyu, they all looked at Xi Molu.
No one expected that things would turn out like this, forcing the semi-saint Xi Yunxiao to cut off his bloodline. For a scholar, this was a punishment more terrible than the punishment of a saint. It meant that Xi Molu would no longer have any relationship with the Xi family, and even his immediate family members would only dare to interact with him in secret.
Xi Mo Lu's eyes were bleeding as he fell to his knees, looking up and crying out in grief: "Grandpa Saint! I was wrong! I was wrong! I shouldn't have forgotten the righteousness of the human race for the sake of my own kindness! I shouldn't have gotten involved in the Saintly Path debate even though I knew you didn't want to! I shouldn't have associated myself with people like the Strategists who would do anything to achieve their goals! I shouldn't! I shouldn't! If I hadn't been hit by the Strategist technique, I would never have done such a thing! Even if I had been hit by the Strategist technique, I never thought of harming Fang Yun! Grandpa Saint, please forgive me, I won't dare to do it again! I won't dare to do it again..."
When Xi Molu finished speaking, he kowtowed to the ground.
boom!
boom!
boom!
He actually kowtowed with all his strength, literally pounding the ground so hard that it shook continuously.
However, he received no response.
After bowing his head countless times, Xi Molu finally stopped and shouted to the sky: "Grandpa Saint, I am unkind, unjust, disloyal, and unwise. I have brought shame to the Kingdom of Qing and brought shame to our Xi family ancestors! Although I am no longer a member of the Xi family and I no longer have the blood of the Xi family, since I have committed the heinous crime of treason, I will never live in disgrace in this world. Today, I will die to thank the world! I will pour my talent and resentment into the pen I carry with me. All the war poems directed at the monsters and the Zongheng family will be written at the cost of my life from generation to generation. My murderous intent is overwhelming! This pen is given to Fang Yun, and I hope he will forgive my sins! You rats from the Zongheng family, you will not die well! You will not die well!"
After Xi Molu finished speaking, he held the brush in his hand, poured all his talent, courage and other strength into the brush, threw it towards Fang Yun, and then slapped his forehead with his palm.
His palace burst, blood gushed out of all his orifices, and he fell to the ground with his back to the sky.
Xi Molu, a scholar from a semi-saint family, died.
No one spoke, and the sound of the breeze was particularly loud.
Fang Yun held the blood-stained brush and was shocked by Xi Molu's heroism. He slowly walked over, squatted, and put his hand on Xi Molu's open eyes.
"I forgive you."
Fang Yun's hand swept past.
Xi Molu closed his eyes. The bleeding stopped, and his bloodstained face was very peaceful.
Fang Yun felt a dull pain in his heart when he saw a man who could have died on the battlefield but died due to the schemes of the strategists and the miscellaneous experts.
Fang Yun stood up, held Xi Molu's hand tightly, gritted his teeth, then let go and looked at the remaining people from Qing Kingdom.
"To make fewer scholars die in front of the Academy. If Qing does not apologize to Jing, and if the black hand that harmed the people of Jing last year does not die to thank the world, I will become a juren and go to the mountain of books again. I will fight Qing with literature! When I become a jinshi, I will fight a state with literature! The literary fight continues!"
Fang Yun held his head high and looked at those people from Qing with undisguised contempt and sadness in his eyes.
Many young people had red eyes.
Lu Yu wiped his tears and cursed: "The Zongheng family is a bunch of bastards! They are so harmful! Especially the Zongheng family, whoever practices the Zongheng art in the future will break with me!"
A Qing country scholar half-knelt on the ground, sighed, and said: "I shouldn't have forgotten the justice of the human race because of a momentary anger. I was wrong in this literary competition, very wrong. I will destroy the Wen Palace to thank the world!"
The head of this Qing State scholar immediately made a crisp cracking sound, then he stood up unsteadily and walked out slowly. Everyone made way for him. No matter what happened before, since he had destroyed the Wen Palace himself, his future path was completely cut off, and he would be a scholar without literary courage for the rest of his life.
When the other scholars of Qing State saw this scene, they immediately understood that if they continued to fight with Fang Yunwen, not only would they not be able to become the literary advisor and the imperial concubine, they would not even be able to save their bodies. The magical fruit like the Shengshen Fruit could not be used on them.
So, the remaining juren shattered their own literary courage, and the scholars shattered their own literary palace.
Because they were shattered by themselves, their consciousness is very clear, but it will be difficult for them to make any progress in their literary position from then on. If the literary palace and literary courage were shattered by external forces, there is still a chance to repair them, but if they are shattered by themselves, it is a complete denial of themselves and can never be recovered.
The servants of the Academy of Literature dealt with the bodies of Feng Shaoyu and Xi Molu, and would send them back to the Kingdom of Qing after burial.
Many people were whispering about the severance of bloodlines, but they never expected that something that only existed in legends would actually happen before their eyes.
As long as the semi-saint of a semi-saint family is still alive, many descendants dare not do anything too extreme, for fear of having their bloodline cut off. On the contrary, those families whose saint ancestors have died are not afraid of having their bloodline cut off and are very courageous.
As Fang Yun walked out of the arena, he was immediately surrounded by his classmates, who started talking at once.
"Oh, I didn't expect it to be like this. The Zongheng family is so infuriating!"
"There is no way. The holy way is in dispute. Those who are soft-hearted and merciful will all die."
"Fang Yun, how come your talent and literary talent are even better than those of the Juren? It seems that your semi-saint teacher treats you very well. Now, no one will dare to harm you by despicable means in the future. You are so talented that you are not afraid of literary battles."
"But do you really want to fight against the Qing Kingdom with words?" Li Yuncong asked worriedly.
Everyone also shut up and waited for Fang Yun's answer.
Fang Yun nodded heavily and said, "I must do this! Qing Country has gone too far. If all countries are like this in the future, the human race will be enslaved by the monsters sooner or later! I may not be able to completely stop such things from happening, but I can definitely curb them to the greatest extent! Let them know how high the price of such things is!"
"I think it's time for the Eastern Saint to take action..." a scholar whispered. (To be continued...)
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