Everyone watched Fang Yun walk to the edge of the third floor and push open the window.
Two streets away is the famous Mingtang Street, and directly opposite is the Mingguo Mansion.
As New Year’s Eve approaches, the Mingguo Mansion is brightly lit and bustling with people.
Fang Yun looked at the Duke Ming's Mansion quietly, and the people behind him did not move.
Occasionally, Fang Yun would move his gaze and look towards the mansion on a street not far from the Duke of Ming's Mansion. That was the Marquis of Qishan's Mansion, where Gou Bao lived.
Everyone on the third floor felt that the man in front of the window was like a dormant giant monster, which would swallow up the world once it woke up.
"The literary meeting continues, don't worry about me." Fang Yun said calmly without looking back.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, brother, for showing mercy."
At this time even the waiter understood that this person was obviously not an ordinary person, and he wore a coarse blue shirt in order to conceal his identity.
Those scholars did not dare to say much and gradually retreated to a place far away from Fang Yun. They looked at each other and no one spoke for a long time.
Not long after, someone whispered, "Brother Liu, you are so lucky, but it's also thanks to you."
Everyone looked at Mr. Liu with envy.
Liu Xiucai smiled embarrassedly. He was the one who kindly reminded Fang Yun just now that it was not a difficulty, but just a custom among scholars. This sentence was actually nothing, but it expressed goodwill to Fang Yun in advance and resolved possible conflicts.
A scholar rolled his eyes and whispered: "Climb up to the highest building, twelve railings rush into the bullfight. Zhang does not want to leave his name, fearing that he will suppress the fourteen states in the literary world! What a great spirit! This poem reminds me of someone."
The others were stunned, then looked suddenly enlightened and nodded vigorously.
"I was shocked by his imposing manner before, and my mind was out of control. I just thought he was a scholar of prominent status, at most a Hanlin, or at most an ordinary university scholar. But then I thought carefully, among all the scholars in the literary world, who dares to say that he can dominate the world? Only that person!"
"It is very likely that it is him. Although we have not seen his portrait in person, the description is not far-fetched. He has a full beard, a strong body, a handsome appearance, and the eyes of a tiger and an eagle. He looks like a semi-saint!"
"Yes, it can only be him. It's not just his poems that are 'across the world and sweeping through the ages', it's also him as a person!"
Many scholars nodded, but no one dared to say the three words "Zhang Longxiang".
"What's the purpose of this commoner suddenly traveling at night?" asked Liu Xiucai in a low voice.
Everyone looked at each other and saw excitement in each other's eyes. Everyone guessed that something big was likely to happen.
Everyone shut up, slowly turned around, and stared at Fang Yun, becoming more and more excited.
Fang Yun was still looking at the Duke Ming's Mansion.
When Zhang Jing'an was a village head, he once issued a "Pure Doctor Order" to prevent the proliferation of fake medicines and fake doctors, but he stirred up a hornet's nest because the medical clinics and drug stores in the capital were controlled by the upper echelons of the capital. The real big guys did not show up, but their children, grandchildren, and nephews could not sit still and gathered together and rushed to where Zhang Jing'an was.
Ming Guogong's nephew Gu Hong was incompetent and shameless, a disgrace among the nobles, and was called a waste. He finally begged Ming Guogong for permission and got the job of being in charge of the medical officer and drugstore, from which he could earn a lot of private money every year. When Zhang Jingan's order of clean doctor came out, he was most angry, so he slapped Zhang Jingan in public. If Zhang Jingan had not escaped cleverly, he would have been beaten further.
Fang Yun always remembered this.
However, Fang Yun did not take action immediately because he had been sitting in the carriage since he came out of the Book Mountain, as he had been getting familiar with his new power.
When he reached the ninth mountain, Fang Yun had been promoted from the Grand Secretary of the Inquiry of Things to the Grand Secretary of the Aspiration for Knowledge.
To investigate things is to explore, and to acquire knowledge is to understand.
The eyes explore, so the eyes of the Scholar of Investigating Things are exceptionally sharp, and are called the eyes of the Scholar of Investigating Things.
The brain thinks, so the brain of the Grand Scholar in the realm of knowledge has powerful thinking ability and is called the skull of knowledge.
The essence of things cannot be sought simply through investigation of things; it also requires knowledge and understanding.
After being promoted to the Zhizhi realm, Fang Yun felt that his strength had increased another step.
When I was in the state of studying things, although I could observe the most obscure details of things, I could not connect all the details together and make a perfect judgment. Now, as long as I observe useful phenomena, I can obtain more useful information and will never miss anything.
A Grand Scholar at the Gewu realm possesses terrifying observation abilities, and after being promoted to the Zhizhi realm, he will gain powerful calculation abilities.
Fang Yun was familiar with this feeling, because now no matter what he saw, the power of the realm of knowledge would quickly analyze it, which not only consumed his talent but also his energy. Now he was unable to freely control the power of the realm of knowledge.
Take the waiter on the third floor as an example. When you see the waiter in the Gewujing, you will find that his tone and expression are unfriendly, his right hand has calluses from using brushes, and he speaks with a Baling accent. Then you will guess that this person is a bit contemptuous.
However, Fang Yun is now in the realm of knowledge. After discovering these details, he immediately got the information behind them: this waiter had practiced calligraphy, but because of his poor family background and Baling was a place with a large population and few places for admission of Tongsheng, he failed the exam and came to Jingzhou to make a living, and the admission rate of Tongsheng in Jingzhou was extremely high. The waiter believed that if he took the imperial examination in Jingzhou, he would definitely pass the exam as a Tongsheng, so he did not change his face when he saw Fang Yun at first, but when he heard Fang Yun's accent and saw that a person from Jingzhou was not wearing a civil servant's uniform, he determined that he had no civil servant's position, and naturally felt disgusted.
When Fang Yun thought of this, a helpless smile emerged on his face. The Skull of Knowledge was indeed powerful. After observing the details of the waiter, he got the result in the first time. But he didn't need this kind of result at all. There was no need to care about the mental journey of a stranger. It was a complete waste.
However, because of the existence of the Skull of Knowledge, other ideas arose in Fang Yun's mind. What he had just done was not a complete waste of energy. Because he had this experience, if he encountered a similar situation next time, he might not need the power of the Realm of Knowledge, and he would get the result instinctively.
One glance tells what you like and dislike, and one thought tells what blessings and rewards you will receive.
"It seems that I need to constantly use the Skull of Knowledge in battle to transform some of my God-given abilities into basic abilities, making myself even more powerful."
Fang Yun stood at the window for an hour.
Those scholars were still in high spirits, while the waiter stood at the stairs and dared not move. When other waiters called him, he drove them away.
As the night drew to a close, Fang Yun took a deep breath and finally gained some control over the power of the state of knowledge.
Fang Yun's eyes widened slightly, he opened his mouth, and the True Dragon Ancient Sword flew out, with an ink sword appearing underneath it.
The true name is inspired and the sword turns into a real dragon.
"Ah..."
The ancient sword dragon flew to the sky above the Duke of Ming's Mansion, stretched out its right front paw with unparalleled grace and slapped it downwards. All the buildings within a hundred feet radius of the Duke of Ming's Mansion collapsed, all the trees broke, dust flew, and the ground sank.
An old man in green clothes rose into the sky from the smoke, his hair standing on end with anger and his eyes bloodshot.
"Who dares to destroy the Duke of Ming's Mansion?"
(To be continued.)