Daofeng Mountain, Holy Courtyard, East Holy Pavilion.
A strange light flickered in the eyes of the Eastern Saint King Jinglong, and finally disappeared, leaving a faint smile on his face.
"What a great Fang Yun! Even I underestimated you. With you, the human race doesn't have to worry."
The smile on his face quickly disappeared, replaced by a chill, and then he stood up and walked out.
One step covers a hundred miles, followed by rolling winds and clouds and roaring thunder.
Everyone in the Holy Academy looked up at the sky in surprise, and saw that the sky was full of dark clouds with lightning and thunder in the clouds. A strange force split the thousands of miles of dark clouds in two, revealing a strip of clear sky, which was extremely magical.
"Lord Dong Sheng is angry!"
"Lord Dasheng is more angry today than usual. Wanli Shengyun, at least a demon king or a barbarian king must die."
"Or the Grand Maester?"
"No way."
"Probably."
Outside the Yuhai Mansion Academy of Literature.
The people in front of the door stayed for a long time, gathered together and discussed in low voices. Some talked about Fang Yun, some talked about Qing Guo, and some talked about Zheng Ming.
Fang Yun was surrounded by his classmates and people he had dealt with before, and many literati looked at Fang Yun from afar. They obviously wanted to come over to say hello and get to know Fang Yun, but they were too embarrassed to do so, fearing that it would be too rude.
What was different from before was that now, people looked at Fang Yun with neither curiosity nor enthusiasm. Instead, they regarded Fang Yun as a respected elder, as they did Li Wenying, and as the true leader of the literary world of Jiangzhou and even Jingguo. They felt a greater spiritual closeness to him than before.
The older people saw the far-reaching impact of this incident and were happy that Jingguo had produced such a true leadership genius.
The gap between a literary genius and a literary leader is too big. People like the semi-saint disciple Yan Yukong are recognized as geniuses with higher talents than Fang Yun, but they are far from the level of a leader. Fang Yun is now at least the leader of the literary world in Jiangzhou. In a dozen days, after the "Wen Bao" publishes this matter, he will definitely become the leader of the literary world in Jingguo.
Not long after, someone next to Fang Yun suddenly asked in surprise, "Brother Qian, why are you here?"
Fang Yun looked in the direction of the voice and saw Qian Boshang, who had just lost his literary courage, sitting on a chair.
"Brother Qian!" Fang Yun pushed aside the crowd and walked over.
Qian Boshang showed a leisurely and calm smile and said, "I heard that you were coming here, so I asked them to send me here. I basically know what happened just now. Fang Yun, you are great!"
Ordinary praise is more soothing than corny flattery.
"I'm just one of you, the same as you." Fang Yun said modestly.
"But you are the best!" Qian Boshang said.
Everyone nodded.
"Alas. Before, the Left Prime Minister was fine, and we all guessed that it was related to the protection of those two families. After today's incident, it can be almost concluded. If we can really cooperate with the barbarians to destroy the monsters and sacrifice the Jing Kingdom, I will have no complaints, but the problem is, what if the Miscellaneous School and the Diplomatic School fail after we are sacrificed?" Qian Boshang said.
"There is no other way. I can only pray silently for justice in the Holy Court."
"Feng Shaoyu was only a juren, and was not qualified to receive the Great Confucian True Text. The half-saint would not have instructed him to do such a thing, but his disciples might not. Fortunately, a saint took action to kill Feng Shaoyu, otherwise Fang's fate would be in danger."
"This matter must be published in the Literary Newspaper! If the Holy Academy does not hold certain people accountable, I will go to the gate of the Holy Academy and bang my head against it! Jingguo has been suppressed by Qingguo and Wuguo for so many years. We can tolerate them not caring! But Fang Yun suddenly appeared, and they still dared to treat Fang Yun as a thorn in their side. I will never tolerate it!"
"Brother Cao is so noble! If you go to the Holy Academy, take me with you!"
"I am coming too!"
Everyone responded, and Ye Feng smiled and said, "Looking at this situation, the Holy Academy will either give us an explanation or not. If Fang Yun raises his arm and calls for help, at least 100,000 scholars will go to the gate of the Holy Academy and bang their heads against the wall. I'm afraid that Daofeng Mountain will be knocked down by us."
Everyone laughed and felt particularly warm in their hearts. It had been a long time since Jing State had done anything that could make everyone united. Even the enthusiasm for fighting against the barbarians was gradually worn away by Zuo Xiang and others.
Fang Yun smiled slightly and didn't say much, just listening to them continue talking.
During the conversation, Fang Yun, in order to know himself and his enemy, sorted out the connections of the strategists and discovered a problem, which made him feel strange.
"Guiguzi, the founder of the school of diplomacy, is a very strange person. The deeds of his disciples such as Zhang Yi, Su Qin, Sun Bin, and Pang Juan are recorded in many credible historical materials such as "Records of the Grand Historian", but he is not. He is said to be a military strategist, but there is no historical record of him leading troops, and no record of his military achievements. He is said to be a diplomat, but no one can cite which country he lobbied for or what specific things he did. However, no matter what achievements he had, one thing is certain, he must be a great educator, and the book "Guiguzi" is also of great value."
Guiguzi of the Shengyuan Continent was also a hermit, and there were no historical records of his deeds, so Fang Yun did not pursue the matter, but instead focused on the current strategists.
After Qin unified the country, the role of the School of Diplomacy was minimal, and the foundation for canonization almost disappeared. It was integrated into the Miscellaneous School and the Military School, and disappeared for a time. It was not until the Ten Kingdoms coexisted and almost returned to the Warring States Period that the School of Diplomacy became stronger again, but because of its weak foundation, no one can be canonized at present.
As the night deepened, people left one after another, but the number of people around Fang Yun remained constant. Not long after, Feng Yuanjun suddenly rushed over from the Academy of Literature, looking extremely solemn.
"Fang Yun, I just received some news." Feng Yuanjun said as he walked.
"Is it related to me?" Fang Yun asked.
Feng Yuanjun said in a deep voice: "Lord Dongsheng went to Qing State and killed the great scholar Teng Jiu of the Zongheng family in front of the king of Qing State in the palace of Qing State."
"Ah!" The whole audience was in an uproar.
"He was a great scholar, how could he die like this?"
"The Eastern Saint will definitely not kill the great scholar for today's incident. How strange."
"Humph, if a great scholar is found guilty, he will be exiled to the front line or to the Two Realms Mountain. However, Lord Dong Sheng killed him. There must be a deeper reason."
"Except for Zuijin's betrayal of the human race, there is no other possibility for Dongsheng to take action."
"Lord Feng, is there any news about the others?"
Feng Yuanjun replied: "Yes. Two university scholars, four Hanlin scholars, eight Jinshi scholars, and ninety-six Juren scholars and their families were exiled to the front lines to fight against the monsters and barbarians. They are not allowed to return to Qing Kingdom within five generations. The three families of the great scholar were also exiled to the front lines."
Fang Yun suddenly said, "In the battle last year, our Jing country lost one university scholar, two Hanlin scholars, four Jinshi scholars, and forty-eight Juren scholars, and the number of people exiled this time is exactly twice these numbers."
Everyone suddenly realized and became more excited.
"It seems that Dongsheng knows it in his heart, but he doesn't have sufficient evidence after all. He didn't deal with those people before. Now they have gone too far and pose a huge threat to the other party's fortune. Dongsheng doesn't need any evidence and can only take action directly. They can only swallow their anger." Qian Boshang said.
"Last year, a good friend of mine died in battle. I wrote a letter to his family. It is not only to let them remember Fang Yun's kindness, but also to let them know that there is still justice in this world!"
"Humph, if it weren't for Fang Yun, where would we go to get justice? Wouldn't it be a waste of our lives?"
"You think too much. If the human race wants to become stronger, someone must sacrifice."
Qian Boshang whispered, "I'm never afraid of sacrifice. I'm just afraid that the credit brought by our sacrifice will be monopolized by certain people. When it comes to rewarding people for their contributions, they will only remember themselves and their descendants, but forget about us and our descendants."
Everyone was silent. This was a problem that could never be solved.
Suddenly, a piece of writing came flying over. After reading it, Feng Yuanjun said, "Shi Jun apologized for his disciple Shi Dehong's words and deeds, and decided to write a poem to be presented to the people of Jingguo at the Qixi Literary Meeting in Yuhai City."
"Humph. What's the point of giving a poem? He knows he's in the wrong, but he can't just give up like that. He should write a poem to outdo Jingguo. That way he won't lose all face. If someone from Jingguo writes a better poem than him, it would be ungenerous, since he has already apologized."
"After all, they are one of the four great talents. And they did not participate in this literary competition. It is already the extreme that they are willing to apologize. We have to give them this face. However, this time the Chinese Valentine's Day will be changed to a poetry gathering." Feng Yuanjun said with a smile.
Everyone smiled knowingly. At the Qixi Ci meeting in Yuhai City, the poet submitted a poem. There was no way he could surpass the literati in Yuhai City. If he came up with a good poem, the poet would definitely be embarrassed.
However, this was just an ordinary dispute over literary reputation and personal pride, and no one took it seriously.
A loud voice suddenly sounded not far away.
"Is Fang Yun here?"
Fang Yun recognized that it was Zhang Poyue's voice. He turned around and saw Zhang Poyue and Zhao Hongzhuang walking towards him together.
Zhao Hongzhuang seemed to be worried, but she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Fang Yun was fine.
But Zhang Poyue seemed to care about nothing.
"General Zhang isn't going to ride the dragon patrol boat anymore?" Fang Yun asked half-jokingly.
"Since Shijun was scared away by Jianmei Gong, I naturally don't have to sit. But in a few days I will no longer be Commander Zhang, and I will go to serve in the Dingyuan Army." Zhang Poyue said.
Fang Yun knew that there were four armies in the north of Jing State, namely the left, right, front and back armies. The Dingyuan Army was the front army, while the left army was severely damaged by the Wolf Barbarians last year. The right army had always been extremely stable, and the rear army was controlled by the left prime minister.
Fang Yun didn't have a deep understanding of Jing State's military situation, but he knew that the front army was the deepest into the grassland. With the left army being crippled, the front army would most likely be the next target of the Wolf Barbarians, which was countless times more dangerous than Yuhai City.
"Has it been decided?" Fang Yun asked.
"It's settled. I'm no longer a third-rank governor, but a former general from the second rank. I've been promoted, which is a good thing." Zhang Poyue seemed very happy.
"Congratulations to General Zhang on his promotion." Everyone congratulated together.
Zhang Poyue stroked his beard with great pride and said, "I will host a banquet at Deyue Tower tomorrow. You must come. By the way, prepare a poem for me, or I won't leave!"
"Is this the reason why General Zhang came to see me in person?" Fang Yun asked with a smile.
"Yes!" Zhang Poyue said without any embarrassment, and added, "Don't fool me, at least you have to leave the county."
Fang Yun said: "Since the general gave me an egg, I will give the general a poem tomorrow."
“Prepare well. I will ask you to improvise a poem. You can compose a sentence one step at a time, and the poem will be completed in four or eight steps. The poem will be called ‘Square Transporting Zhang Poyue’. Let’s become famous together.” Zhang Poyue said.
Fang Yun looked at Zhao Hongzhuang with a helpless look on his face.
The people around were all laughing, thinking that he was indeed a crazy general, even wanting to be famous for his poetry was so domineering.
. (To be continued..)
ps: Three updates.