The Path of the Sage

Chapter 169: Dragon horn sharpening sword, Nunu

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The people of Qing looked at the excited people of Jing in silence.

"Don't be discouraged, there is still a chance! If you take out Shijun's Qixi poem, you will definitely be able to surpass the others!"

"Yes, as soon as Fang Yun's lyrics come out, we will immediately suppress him with Lord Shijun's poems!"

While everyone was celebrating, Feng Yuanjun and Fang Yun were chatting about Yinlong Pavilion in a corner of the city wall.

After chatting for a while, Feng Yuanjun whispered, "I can't talk when there are many people around. Your poem "Ode to the Sun" is a bright red rhyme, there is no problem at all, but the last two sentences of the original text are far less powerful than the first two sentences. The last sentence's 'sun breaks through the clouds and waves, Shenzhou is red', the allusion to Shenzhou red should be 'Red County Shenzhou' in "Records of the Grand Historian", but the four words 'sun breaks through the clouds and waves' have a subtle momentum of emperors fighting each other, so the big sun golden dragon is made stronger, what exactly does it mean?"

Fang Yun secretly thought that this Feng Yuanjun who was about to become a Hanlin was indeed extraordinary, but that was a matter of another world, so he could only change the subject and said, "We'll talk about this later. I'm just curious about what will happen to the golden dragon in the end?"

Feng Yuanjun smiled and said, "I'm afraid even saints don't know much about this kind of thing involving the dragon clan. There have been emperors' poems in the past, and the flying dragons in the poems all went to the Dragon Palace without exception. As for the specific situation of those dragons, some speculate that they were reincarnated into real dragons, and some say they became treasures, and so on."

Then, Feng Yuanjun changed the subject and said, "However, everyone who writes an emperor poem will receive special treatment from the dragon clan. When you go to the sea in the future, just say that you are Fang Yun who wrote "Ode to the Sun", and no sea monster will dare to hurt you. Although the Jiaolong clan has a close relationship with the demon world, they dare not harm you openly. In the future, even if you are caught by the dragon clan in battle, as long as you don't kill the real dragon bloodline, the Dragon Palace will still treat you as a guest of honor."

"So that's how it is." Fang Yun said.

Someone beside him whispered, "A special envoy of the Dragon Clan has peeled off the skin of the Saint Clan's Jiao King to apologize to you. The demon clan will definitely not dare to target you in the next one or two months. Otherwise, those dragons who want to save face will definitely rush into the demon world and kill for several days."

"But..." Feng Yuanjun hesitated for a moment and said, "Now it's not like before. Even if you write an imperial poem, you won't be suspected by the royal families of the ten countries. Instead, you will be recruited as a son-in-law by the royal family. However, no one who wrote an imperial poem was canonized."

Fang Yun laughed and said, "Then can anyone who can't write an imperial poem be canonized as a saint? How many saints have there been in the world?"

“That’s right, you shouldn’t worry about these things. Perhaps when you really become a Wen Zong, you can go to the Wudao River and sit for a few days to achieve a breakthrough.” Feng Yuanjun said with a smile.

At this time, more than twenty soldiers carried the two dragon horns into the city wall.

Dragon horns are somewhat similar to deer horns, but they are larger, harder, and thicker, light yellow in color, and have a faint halo on them.

The Qingjiang Jiao King was not very old, and his two dragon horns were only five feet high. He was placed on a wooden board, and ten veteran soldiers slowly lifted him in. It looked like it would weigh no less than three thousand kilograms.

A lieutenant explained: "This dragon horn is not an ordinary dragon horn that has been shed. It contains the essence of the blood and qi of the Jiao King, so it is much heavier than an ordinary dragon horn. Congratulations to Fang Banxiang. If you become a Jinshi, you will have something to sharpen your sword."

All the scholars and jinshi present looked at Fang Yun with envy.

There are many ways to hone your sword. Before a sword is made, you can use a sword poem as a prelude. After the sword is made, it needs to be sharpened by external objects. Among them, dragon horns are one of the best divine objects. The directly cut dragon horns of the demon king are the best among the divine objects, which can be used to sharpen the sword of a great scholar.

Prefect Dong said: "Mr. Jianmei's blood-thirsty ancient sword was sharpened with a piece of dragon horn from a dragon grandson, and it is so strong that a single strike of the sword is comparable to the verbal battles of ordinary great scholars."

"These two dragon horns are not as good as Jianmei Gong's dragon horns in terms of quality, but they are much better in terms of quantity."

"Fang Yun will become a Jinshi at least next year. It is better to plant a dragon horn in the ground and dilute it with dragon blood to irrigate the soil. The crops grown will strengthen the body and increase longevity. It is said that the genius disciples of the Saint Family grew up eating this kind of dragon blood crops."

"Who says Fang Yun will pass the imperial examination next year? Maybe he can pass it this year."

"It wouldn't be surprising if he passed the imperial examination this year. But it would be difficult for him to pass the imperial examination. After all, there are several candidates from wealthy families vying for the top spot this year, and Fang Yun should stay out of their way."

"That makes sense..."

As everyone chatted, they watched the soldier carry the dragon horn to Fang Yun and put it down.

Fang Yun reached out and touched the dragon horn. It was very smooth, but it was a little bit painful, as if there was an invisible force repelling him. Fang Yun felt relieved. This was the real dragon horn, a part of the dragon king's body. The power was still there. As long as the dragon king was not dead, he would naturally repel him, his great enemy.

Fang Yun recalled the extremely hateful look on the Jiao King's face when he was captured by the Dragon Clan's Seal, and smiled indifferently.

The little fox walked to the dragon's horn curiously, sniffed it gently, suddenly smiled, opened his mouth to reveal a row of small white teeth, and bit the dragon's horn hard.

"Crack..."

A very shallow mark appeared on the dragon's horn, and the little fox's teeth made a strange sound, and at the same time a small white tooth with blood burst out of its mouth.

Nunu looked at Longjiao blankly, then at Fang Yun, with helplessness in her eyes, and made a soft sound, as if saying: Hard!

The little fox looked down at the little white fang on the ground, then looked up at Fang Yun again, his bright eyes filled with tears and grievances, as if saying: It hurts!

Fang Yun hurriedly picked up the little fox and wanted to take a closer look at its teeth, but Nunu tightly closed his mouth, tears welled up in his eyes, and he covered his mouth with his two front paws, crying and burying his head in Fang Yun's chest, as if to say: The teeth are gone! The face is disfigured!

Fang Yun immediately reached out and slapped the dragon's horn like he was coaxing a child, saying as he did so: "Look, Nunu, I've avenged you! I'll hit you hard!"

After a while, Nunu raised his head, rubbed his eyes with his pink little paws, looked at Longjiao angrily, and then waved his little paws as if to hit Longjiao. He waved several times before he felt relieved. Then he jumped down and grabbed his teeth, turned his head to look at Longjiao, hatred flashing in his eyes.

Nunu suddenly stretched out his claws like lightning and grabbed the dragon horn, then quickly jumped into Fang Yun's arms, looked at the dragon horn triumphantly, and talked happily in a whimpering voice, as if he had avenged a great revenge.

Fang Yun was at a loss whether to laugh or cry at this silly and cute Nunu, and the people around him burst into laughter.

"Please help me deliver the dragon horn to my home." Fang Yun said.

"yes!"

The soldiers carried Longjiao away, and many people watched him enviously as he left.

Feng Yuanjun smiled and said, "This dragon horn has just been broken off. It contains the blood and energy of the Jiao King, so it is naturally heavy and hard. After seven days, when the blood and energy are integrated into the dragon horn, it will become lighter and softer. Dragon horns have a wide range of uses. In addition to tempering verbal weapons and growing dragon blood food, grinding it into powder can be used as medicine to prolong life. It is better than old mountain ginseng."

Prefect Dong said, "Fang Yun, you already have the dragon blood ink ingots of Grand Secretary Li, so it doesn't make much sense to ask for the dragon blood ink ingots. You might as well ask them to condense your dragon blood into a few pieces of dragon blood jade, which will be very useful. After we pass the imperial examinations, we will all receive the monster king blood jade awarded by the court, and if we become Grand Secretary, we can get the dragon blood jade."

As Prefect Dong spoke, he took out the Demon King's Blood Jade Pendant from his waist. It was a piece of red jade about an inch in diameter, with a strange light flowing on it.

Feng Yuanjun said: "We Jinshi get ordinary monster king blood jade. Only those who are awarded the title of 'Cabinet Counselor' can get the dragon king blood jade. You are not only half of the cabinet, but you can also be called the cabinet councilor in a few days."

Everyone smiled good-naturedly. The four ministers were the leaders of the cabinet, and a small number of high-ranking officials could participate in cabinet meetings, collectively known as senators. Below them were "cabinet walkers" who could only listen but not participate in meetings.

The literati of Jing State were full of laughter and joy, while those of Qing State were lifeless.

The literati of Qing State sadly discovered that suppressing the literati of Jing State was like a piece of cake in the past, but why was it so difficult to suppress Fang Yun

The Liu family's funeral procession has not arrived yet, the biggest crisis, the flood in Jiangzhou, has been swept away, and even the Dragon Palace is indirectly helping Fang Yun. If anyone blames Fang Yun for the flood again, it will definitely be equivalent to helping Fang Yun improve his literary reputation. A scholar wrote an imperial poem and forced the dignified Dragon King of the Holy Clan to cut off his horns and skin himself, what else does he want Fang Yun to do

A Qing countryman whispered, "It's just an imperial poem, not a war poem. There's nothing to brag about. Even the demons may not care. If you have the ability, try to become a candidate in front of the saint. The demons will definitely send all their forces to kill you!"

"Let's wait until they can write the lyrics. As long as Fang Yun can't write good lyrics, he must be punished!"

But more than half of the people in Qing remained silent. They were completely scared and had completely given up on suppressing Jing. They just wanted to return to Qing safely and would never set foot in Jing even if they died!

Fang Yun is so terrible!

Only Shi Jun's first disciple clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, waiting for the last chance.

As the sun set, more and more people gathered under the city wall.

A large area was enclosed under the tower, with many tables and chairs, which could accommodate hundreds of people. Not far away, there were many temporary stalls on the street, most of which were food and drink stalls. Many lanterns were hung on the street, making the surrounding area near the tower of the South Sub-City extremely bright.

The news that Fang Yun wrote the imperial poem and summoned the Golden Dragon of the Sun to dispel the flood has spread throughout the city. More and more people are rushing here, making it more lively than the Dragon Boat Festival.

Many men and women appeared on the streets or in open spaces, looking up at the city walls, quietly waiting for today's Qixi poetry gathering.

The families of Yang Yuhuan, Mrs. Lai and Mrs. Pang, as well as the surrounding neighbors came here.

"This year's Qixi Festival is particularly grand. Last year, there wasn't as much as today."

General Lai said, "Of course. Fang Yun's poem became a success today, so the government has specially publicized it and hung lanterns and decorations to congratulate Fang Yun and to celebrate the end of the flood."

A young girl said boldly, "I heard that if a famous poem is produced during the Qixi Festival literary gathering, and the Altair and Vega stars become brighter, then everyone present will find their ideal partner! Fang Maocai is so talented, he will definitely be able to do it."

"Silly girl. We all believe that Fang Maocai wrote Mingzhou's Qixi poem, but to attract the light of the Altair and Vega stars, that requires a poem to be completed to stabilize the country. There are Qixi poems every year, but the only one that can stabilize the country is the untitled poem 'The distant Altair, the bright Vega'. The last sentence 'Across the water, affectionate hearts are speechless' is the finishing touch. It took hundreds of years to be sung to stabilize the country. The poem could not attract the light of the Altair and Vega stars on the day it was completed." General Lai laughed.

"That... is not impossible." Fang Daniu on the side was a little unconvinced.

Mr. Pang smiled and said, "Daniu, it's not a good idea to blindly praise Fang Yun! We hope Fang Yun can become a national hero more than you do, so don't speak nonsense."

Fang Daniu was even more unconvinced and said, "It's not like our young master hasn't written poems and essays to protect the country!" (To be continued...)