"Sheng Fang Xu, you are too polite." Everyone said.
In addition to the six grand secretaries, there were also twelve Hanlin scholars present. Most of these people did not blame Fang Yun for being late. After all, accidents happen to everyone, and as a scholar, he should be broad-minded enough to tolerate others.
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he took out a very ordinary brown paper bag from the swallowing seashell. It was the same as the things in ordinary tea shops. At first glance, it was ordinary. After Fang Yun opened the paper bag, a strange fragrance instantly spread throughout the hall, as if it had exploded, filling everyone's nose.
This strange fragrance is extremely aggressive and actively penetrates into everyone's body.
Before even drinking the tea, everyone felt dizzy and was completely conquered by the unique aroma.
"What a unique tea fragrance. At first, it smells like a bursting bean pod, exploding in the nose, with a faint spicy feeling, but the next moment the spicy feeling disappears, and it is filled with pure floral fragrance, as if a green tree is blooming in the lungs."
"It is worthy of being a thing from the ancient land of Blood Mango."
The head of the Wu family smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, everyone knows that you like tea. You are blessed today."
That Grand Scholar Zhang smiled faintly and said, "This kind of spiritual tea is almost the legendary divine tea. Saint Fang Xu is willing to give it to me. I would like to thank Saint Fang Xu for giving me this drink today."
When the people present heard this, they immediately understood that Fang Yun took out the tea to express his apology. Academician Zhang also realized that Fang Yun was apologizing sincerely, and immediately thanked him and said that he had misunderstood.
The head of the Wu family said, "Let's postpone the literary meeting. Let's drink a cup of tea first. This kind of spiritual tea must have the effect of refreshing the mind and will help the literary meeting."
Everyone agreed happily, so the head of the Wu family sent someone to make tea. Unexpectedly, Academician Zhang personally made tea for everyone and personally handed each cup of tea to each guest.
Fang Yun gladly took the teacup handed over by Academician Zhang. The two of them smiled at each other, and the previous unpleasantness disappeared.
The several scholars present nodded gently, one offered tea, and another made tea. Mutual understanding showed the true nature of scholars.
As the Lord of Blood Mang, Fang Yun would go to the Blood Mang Realm once a month during the Chongwen Academy holidays to give instructions on its development and to find some good specialties from the Blood Mang Realm.
There is no higher-grade divine tea in the Blood Mang Realm, but there are twelve kinds of spiritual tea. Fang Yun brought dozens of bags of each and has already given away some of them. He has tasted all kinds of tea, and this tea is slightly different.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Before drinking the tea, I want to remind you that this tea must be drunk within a hundred breaths after it is brewed. Otherwise... stay away from the tea spout."
Academician Zhang was stunned and looked at the teapot in front of him.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Wait for a hundred breaths and you will get the name of the tea."
Zhang Chengxuan nodded slightly, sipped the spiritual tea, his eyebrows moved slightly, then he closed his eyes, and then used his talent to close his hearing, immersing himself in the new spiritual tea.
The rest of the people also knew how to taste tea. Especially when tasting spiritual tea, they all closed their eyes and ears to experience the tea to the greatest extent.
Fang Yun had drunk it before, so he did not block his vision and hearing. He drank it in one gulp, and it felt like hot soup was rolling through his tongue and stomach, and all 36,000 pores in his body felt comfortable. Then, a peculiar floral fragrance rolled in his mouth and nose for a long time.
After dozens of breaths, everyone opened their eyes one after another, and no one spoke for a while, fearing that the tea fragrance would escape from their mouths if they opened their mouths.
When the hundredth breath came, the teapot made a slight sound.
Everyone looked at the teapot with curiosity and caution. Then they saw balls of flame spurting out from the spout, bright red, like blooming summer flowers.
"What is the name of this tea?" Zhang Chengxuan looked happy.
"Flower flame." Fang Yun said, "After burning, tea ash remains inside, which also has a strange fragrance. When brewed again, there is a lingering bitter taste at first, but then it becomes sweet, like pulp hanging down the throat, and then becomes bitter again. This repeats seven times, and finally the taste dissipates."
"Everyone, please finish tasting the tea!" Zhang Chengxuan made tea again and was extremely happy.
The spiritual tea flower flame brought great surprise to everyone. Everyone tasted tea and talked about tea. It took half an hour before the literary gathering officially began.
Today's literary gathering mainly discussed the use of war poems that call on soldiers.
As the host, the head of the Wu family first explained in detail the role of the war poem to summon soldiers.
Fang Yun listened carefully, took notes silently in his mind, and organized and summarized.
Among Hanlin or below, war poems that summon troops are most commonly used, but starting from Grand Secretary, the use of war poems that summon troops will decrease. The reason is simple: the upper limit of large-scale war poems that summon troops is to summon soldiers and generals at the level of Demon Marquis.
There are also war poems that can summon soldiers and generals at the level of Demon King or Great Demon King, but the number can only be one, and it is difficult to break through this limitation.
Even if an extremely powerful scholar can summon 100,000 soldiers and generals, there is usually only one general at the level of a demon king and hundreds of generals at the level of a demon marquis. The rest are at the level of demon commanders, demon generals or demon soldiers.
These 100,000 soldiers are enough to have an impact on the Demon King, but the effect on the Great Demon King is minimal and they will be destroyed in one blow.
Those present were all Hanlin scholars or Grand Secretaries. We did not talk about the war poems of the great scholars, but only the war poems of the Hanlin scholars or Grand Secretaries. Therefore, the war poems that summoned soldiers could still play a significant role.
"When facing the Demon King or the Barbarian King, the main function of the war poem that summons soldiers is to obstruct them. The possibility of using the war poem to kill the Demon King is very small. Therefore, today we will mainly study how to use the war poem to obstruct the enemy." Finally, the head of the Wu family stated a clearer scope of discussion.
Everyone started discussing around this topic.
After discussing for two hours, the head of the Wu family smiled and said, "I found some contradictory opinions. Some people think that the victory of war poems for summoning soldiers should be based on quantity, while others think that quality is more important than quantity. Well, let's discuss these two points. Grand Scholar Sun, you go first."
After a few breaths, Wen Hui fell into a heated argument.
Fang Yun did not speak at first, but just listened, and only started to participate in the debate later.
When this point of view was almost discussed, the head of the Wu family made a brief summary and then began to raise a new topic for debate.
Under the guidance of the head of the Wu family, the discussion at the literary meeting became more and more intense. Most of the people present were military strategists, and there were often people who were glaring, banging the table and shouting. Everyone knew that this was about the matter and not the person, so they didn't take it seriously. Those with good tempers even smiled at it.
The debate continued one after another, and even if one side could not be completely convinced, both sides benefited greatly.
"The sun is about to rise. Let's discuss the last topic. Is the battle poem for summoning soldiers more about speed or stability?"
Grand Secretary Zhang Chengxuan answered first: "Speed is the priority! The battlefield changes rapidly and opportunities are fleeting. Facing a powerful demon king, we cannot stay calm. We can only stop him with the fastest means, and then kill him with verbal battles, literary skills, or powerful war poems!"
"I think it is precisely because the battlefield changes rapidly and unexpected events occur frequently that we need to be more steady! Only when summoning soldiers and fighting poems are steady and accurate can we complete the blocking. It is useless if it is too fast. This is not a race."
"That's wrong! I think..."
Everyone joined the debate, and Fang Yun also participated. Fang Yun stood on the side of "seeking stability" because his previous combat experience told him that speed is indeed not as good as stability.
Soon, Fang Yun confronted Zhang Chengxuan, and the two began their third confrontation at this literary meeting.
.(To be continued.)