Fang Yun glanced at the night sky in the distance. The area within the power range of the holy temple was dotted with stars, while outside the edge of the huge arc, it was still covered with dark clouds and flashing lightning.
"The three forces happened to meet at such a coincidence that it is impossible not to be suspicious. Liu Zizhi is the top scholar in a state and a disciple of the Left Prime Minister. He wouldn't be so stupid as to carry his brother's body to find me, right? If my guess is correct, they, the Liu family, should be retreating to advance, wearing mourning clothes and begging me to let them go, or even acting out a tragic drama in front of everyone, letting a few people bang their heads against walls and pillars. No matter what I do to them, they, the Liu family, will be in trouble." Fang Yun said.
"That's what the general said. He plans to send someone to stop you. Although it will damage your reputation, the biggest stigma will still be borne by the Dinghai Navy."
Fang Yun asked: "It has been raining continuously and Jiangzhou is full of complaints. General, do you have any intention of handing me over?"
The personal soldier raised his head proudly and said, "General Yu would never betray you even if he were to die! As long as you are in the Dinghai Army, even if a semi-saint wants to touch you, he has to kill us all first!"
Fang Yun smiled slightly. This was the spirit and morale of the Dinghai Army. With morality in place, even a semi-saint could not stop it.
Fang Yun asked: "How did the Dragon King manage to keep up the heavy rain this time?"
The personal soldier lowered his voice and said, "The Jiao King took the dragon horn that was shed when the Jiao Saint of the Jiaolong Palace was canonized. Not only did he attract the water of the Yangtze River, he also borrowed the water from the four seas, so he was able to hold on for so long."
"According to the agreement between the dragon clan and the human clan, the Four Seas Dragon Palace will definitely punish it. Isn't it afraid of the punishment?" Fang Yun asked.
"His father is the Jiao Saint. When the Jiao Saint says he will punish him severely, and then keep Qingjiang Jiao King in Jiaolong Palace, who in the Four Seas Dragon Palace will really punish him? Qingjiang Jiao King is sure that there won't be a big punishment this time, so he attacked Jiangzhou. It is said that his dead turtle son is very extraordinary and has the potential to turn into a dragon. His future achievements will be higher than many Jiaolongs, so he wants revenge."
Fang Yun knew better than anyone how powerful the turtle demon general was. Although he was the equivalent of a juren, he was able to defeat an experienced jinshi in just a few breaths. He first forced the snake demon commander to death, and then almost wiped out the elite of the entire government army. If it weren't for the "Arrow in the Stone" that condensed the divine consciousness of the Archery Saint Li Guang, he would not have been able to kill the turtle demon general.
Fang Yun is now confident that he can fight three ordinary demon generals alone, but he is not so sure if he meets the turtle demon general with pseudo dragon blood. The turtle demon general is too talented, and the demon clan must take revenge if he dies.
"Is there no power in Jiangzhou that can deal with Jiao Sheng Dragon Horn?"
"There are none in Jiangzhou. There are in the capital, but the cost of deploying them is too high. They are only used in times of national crisis. It is not worth deploying them just for the flood in Jiangzhou. So we all suspect that there is someone behind Jiaolong who is giving him advice. It is either a rebellious scholar or the cunning turtle prime minister in Jiaolong Palace."
"Is it true that poems and lyrics about stopping flooding are unable to resolve this great flood?" Fang Yun asked.
The personal soldier said, "There are two types of poems to stop flooding. One is to stop the rain, which can make the rain stop. The other is to chant the sun, which uses the power of the sun to tear through the dark clouds and solve the problem of heavy rain from the root. But the problem now is that the whole Jiangzhou is covered with continuous rain. Who can write poems to stop flooding with such great courage? Oh. By the way, imperial poems are OK. If you can write imperial poems to move the country's destiny, let alone three thousand miles of dark clouds. Even thirty thousand miles of dark clouds are not a problem. But since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, there has been no dynasty that unified the world, so who can write imperial poems!"
Fang Yun said: "That's true. In addition to the Qixi Literary Festival tomorrow, is there a Zhiluo Literary Festival?"
"Yes. Qixi is the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet. If Jiangzhou is covered with dark clouds and people outside the city cannot see the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, what is the Qixi Festival? So Prefect Dong decided to combine the Qixi Literary Meeting with the Literary Meeting to Stop the Flood. Tomorrow afternoon, the writers of Yuhai Prefecture will gather on the top of the city wall of Nanfu City, watch the Yangtze River while holding the Literary Meeting to Stop the Flood, and then hold the Qixi Ci Meeting. Alas, some people in Qing have even mocked us, saying things like 'If you throw the Milky Way into Jiangzhou, you won't see the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl', implying that no one in Jing can stop the flood."
Fang Yun sighed and said, "Well, I'll go on time tomorrow afternoon."
"I'll take my leave first."
"Thank you very much."
After seeing off the personal soldier, Fang Yun continued to read in the library. He returned to the barracks late at night and entered the world of strange books to continue reading.
At one o'clock in the morning, Fang Yun suddenly felt some movement around him. His mind left the world of strange books, he sat up and saw a fat white little fox lying beside him.
Tears welled up in the little fox's eyes. It stretched out its little paws and placed them on Fang Yun's hand. It looked up at Fang Yun with eyes full of grievance, as if asking: Why haven't you gone home to see Nunu for so long? Have you forgotten Nunu
Fang Yun held Nunu in his arms with a distressed look on his face, rubbing its little head and whispering, "I can't get away right now, I'll go home tomorrow."
Nunu looked at Fang Yun in confusion, as if saying, "Don't lie to me!"
Fang Yun smiled and rubbed the little fox hard. The little fox felt the strength in Fang Yun's hands, burst into laughter, and struggled to get into Fang Yun's arms.
Fang Yun quietly left the room, went outside, and held the little fox under the starlight.
"Why did you come to see me?" Fang Yun asked.
"Oh oh!" The little fox called out twice with confidence, as if to say that it missed you!
"This is a military camp. What if you are caught as a spy?" Fang Yun said.
The little fox showed a frightened look, then stretched out its neck and whimpered a few times, as if asking why it was caught!
Fang Yun looked around and knew that there must be military forces in East Sub-City. They must know Nunu's identity, so they did not stop it.
"I'll go home tomorrow, you go back first." Fang Yun said.
Nunu hesitated for a moment and shook his head.
"When those soldiers wake up, they will definitely take you away!" Fang Yun threatened.
Nunu blinked and stretched out a paw.
Fang Yun looked at Nu Nu and thought for a long time before asking, "Do you mean just stay for a while? Or an hour?"
The little fox nodded vigorously, squinted his eyes, showing his small white teeth, and smiled happily.
"Okay." Fang Yun said.
Nunu immediately cried excitedly and rolled around in Fang Yun's arms.
Fang Yun rubbed the little fox's head, walked into the house, then lay down on his side and placed it in front of him.
The little fox stared at Fang Yun with its big, dark, bright eyes, its eyes full of joy.
Fang Yun could sense the little fox's mood, so he touched its head with his forehead, then stretched out his hand to scratch its neck, and was about to take his hand back. But it immediately stretched out its two little paws to hold Fang Yun's wrist, revealing a pleading look, as if to say, "Just a few more scratches, just a few more!"
Fang Yun smiled and continued to scratch the little fox's chin.
The little fox immediately narrowed his eyes in joy.
After a while, Fang Yun withdrew his hand and his mind entered the world of strange books to continue reading.
The little fox stared at Fang Yun with its big eyes, fearing that Fang Yun would run away from it.
At 3:30 in the morning, Fang Yun was about to go to sleep when he found the little fox sleeping beside him. He couldn't chase it away, so he had to hold it in his arms and try not to let it be discovered.
At 5:30 in the morning, the morning bell rang on time.
Fang Yun opened his eyes and the little fox had left, but its special scent still remained in his arms.
After breakfast, Fang Yun left the barracks and went to Yashanju with clean civilian clothes to ask the mysterious old man to remove his disguise. After thanking the old man, Fang Yun changed his clothes, said goodbye to the ink girl hiding in the ink pool, and turned to leave.
When Fang Yun walked out of Yashanju, Mo Nu quietly emerged from the ink and looked at Fang Yun with curiosity.
After a while, the old man slowly said, "There are quite a few people coming to Yashanju, but you are only interested in Fangyun. It seems that there must be something about him that attracts you. Although I found you less than three years ago, I treat you like my granddaughter. I am about to die, and I don't have much time left. I must entrust you to someone I can trust."
The little Mo girl looked at the old man with a confused look.
Fang Yun did not take a carriage, but walked slowly towards home, watching the summer scenery, pedestrians coming and going, vendors hawking their wares, and all kinds of life in the market along the way. After all, staying in the military camp for too long became boring.
Because there was power from the holy temple in the city to dispel the dark clouds, everything in the city was in order. Only occasionally someone would complain about the heavy rain, but no one complained about him angering the Dragon King. It should be that the news had not spread yet.
Fang Yun strolled to the door of his house. The door was open. The inside and outside of the house were cleaned spotlessly. There were also traces of watering, which showed that they had made sufficient preparations.
Fang Yun stepped through the gate and looked at the flower bed. There was not a single flower.
"The young master is back!" Fang Daniu shouted in surprise, then walked over quickly.
Yang Yuhuan ran out of the house quickly, and the moment she saw Fang Yun, she immediately regained her usual reserve and walked over slowly, but she could not conceal the heat in her eyes.
"Yingying!" The little fox also jumped out, trotting around Fang Yun, and constantly calling out to express its welcome.
Fang Yun was most afraid that Yang Yuhuan would get too excited, so he took the initiative and said, "Sister Yuhuan, you are more beautiful again!"
Yang Yuhuan's face suddenly turned red, and she said hurriedly, "Let me see how the chicken soup I made for you is." After that, she hurried to the kitchen, but soon came back.
After meeting Fang Yun, everyone in the family went about their own business. Fang Yun held the little fox and chatted with Yang Yuhuan.
After chatting for a long time, Fang Yun asked, "How is your piano learning going?"
"It's okay." Yang Yuhuan answered modestly.
But the little fox immediately stretched out a little paw and tried hard to gesture, but after gesturing for a long time, the little paw could not be separated, so he could only sigh and give up.
Fang Yun saw that it wanted to give a thumbs-up, so he patted its head to comfort it, and then said to Yang Yuhuan: "Play a song you like. If you play well, I will write down the music score in my memory, and it will be your unique song from now on."
"Yes!" Yang Yuhuan stood up, took Fang Yun to her room, and then played the piano for Fang Yun.
Yang Yuhuan played a very common song in Shengyuan Continent called "Autumn Wind Tune", which is a must-learn song for beginners.
Fang Yun watched quietly. Her hands, which were used to doing rough work, were now dancing on the strings of the zither like graceful cranes. Her fingering was extremely skillful and the music was flawless. Even after just a dozen breaths, the sound of "Autumn Wind Tune" was filled with the sadness of autumn wind, and the little fox beside her couldn't help but look sad.
Fang Yun was greatly surprised, thinking that although Yang Yuhuan had talent, her talent could not be so terrible. However, she could play a piece of music so movingly in just a dozen days, which was simply amazing. Because if an ordinary scholar learned this "Autumn Wind Tune", even with the help of talent, he would have to concentrate on studying for at least half a year to reach this level.
.(To be continued..)