The scholars in Jiangzhou were talking in low voices, and Zong Ganyu suddenly said, "Brother Zhishi, Fang Xusheng has no shame. He has not apologized for killing the head of the Lei family, nor for his mistakes. He insists on competing with Zhang Longxiang. Since you are here, please comment on it before the competition and see who has a better chance of winning."
"What?"
"Ichiyo?"
"The writer is here?"
Everyone looked around, surprised and excited. In terms of status, the virtual saint and the literary giant were on the same level, but the virtual saint's false reputation was higher, while the literary giant's real reputation was higher.
If we only consider the most important literary status of a scholar, Fang Yun, the false saint, is far inferior to the literary giant.
No matter how much appeal Fang Yun has now, as long as he has not become a literary giant, he will never surpass Yi Zhishi in the eyes of scholars.
As the first person in literary status below semi-saint, Yi Zhishi has seldom appeared in recent years. Everyone expected that Yi Zhishi would be canonized as a saint in the next few years, but everyone's expectation was too optimistic, as Yi Zhishi was too young among the great scholars.
After all, the university scholars of the same generation as Yi Zhishi had only been promoted to great scholars a few years ago.
After all, Yi Zhishi is not even sixty years old, not even an elderly person, but still in his prime.
Fang Yun had already landed on the city wall of Yueyang Tower, secretly sighing in his heart that he was worthy of being a great writer. He had searched for him hundreds of times with the official seal, and he was the first one to find Liushan Zuo Xiang, but he still couldn't find Yi Zhishi.
This means that Yi Zhishi is already infinitely close to the holy path, and one step further will be to establish the foundation of the holy path on his own.
In this situation, unless Fang Yun expended the talents of the Holy Temple to investigate each person one by one, it would be impossible for him to find Yi Zhishi.
Fang Yun even suspected that he had seen Yi Zhishi many times just now, but because Yi Zhishi did not want to show up, as long as he did not stand in front of him and look carefully, he would never realize that the person he saw was Yi Zhishi.
The two people's understanding and application of the holy way are very different.
Fang Yun has not yet touched the holy way, but Yi Zhishi has indeed touched the holy way.
Everyone was still searching, but no one saw Yi Zhishi.
Including great scholars.
Soon, those scholars with more experience were shocked, and they realized that Yi Zhishi's power had reached an extremely high level. Except for the semi-saints, he might be the only one in the world who could do it without being noticed even in a crowd.
Fang Yun closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened his eyes and slowly scanned the millions of people below.
Since it is impossible to sense Yi Zhishi, then use the dumbest method and use the changes in the crowd to lock on Yi Zhishi's position. As long as Yi Zhishi's location is detected, he will be exposed unless he uses military tactics or talent to deliberately disguise himself.
After more than thirty breaths, Fang Yun finally discovered that there was a very strange place. People nearby took the initiative to move to the sides, but no one walked in the middle.
Fang Yun knew that Yi Zhishi must be there, but his sight seemed to be disturbed by a strange force, and Yi Zhishi seemed to always be walking in his blind spot, so he could never see Yi Zhishi's true location.
Fang Yun breathed slowly and mobilized the power of the Grand Secretary to the extreme. After more than twenty breaths, he finally got rid of the influence of the invisible force and officially saw a person who he did not know how to describe.
The man was dressed in a purple scholar's robe, with long hair draped behind him like shiny black silk, except for the silver-white hair at his temples.
The moment he saw this man, Fang Yun's eyes were dazed and he didn't know how to judge his age, because at first glance, even though most of his body was covered by a long robe, his face was as white as jade and his exposed skin was as fine as cream, like a young man in his early twenties.
However, if you look closely at this man's face, you will find that his face bears traces of time, like a middle-aged man in his thirties, and his real experiences are recorded like the growth rings of a tree.
However, if one looks at his eyes, they are deep, mysterious, and extremely dark, as if they were a huge whirlpool that could absorb the light of the world into his eyes, so that wherever he is, his eyes are the only bright ones in the world.
There was a bright light of wisdom in his eyes, as if he was the only wise man in this world, and only he could lead humanity on the right path, and all those who opposed him were evil.
The appearance of a young person, the look of a middle-aged person, and the gaze of an old person are all perfectly concentrated in one person.
There was no joy or sadness on his face. In his eyes, millions of people were like grass in the fields, and tens of thousands of scholars were like flowers in the mountains. He came like a breeze, and he left without being stained by dust.
Late at night at Yueyang Tower, a bright moon comes in, bringing with it the autumn wind, and both the dragon and the tiger are lying down.
The man raised his head slightly and looked towards the city wall.
The moonlight shines alone on Yueyang Tower.
The moon was bright in the sky, and the star Wenqu was hanging in the middle of the sky. Under the light of the full moon and the star Wenqu, the two most famous geniuses of the human race looked at each other.
The crowd of millions froze at this moment, and it seemed as if there were only two people left in this world.
The corners of Yi Zhishi's mouth curved up slightly, he nodded slightly, then looked straight ahead and walked slowly forward.
When his feet touched the ground, the world was quiet; when he took a step, everything dared to move.
That pair of ordinary black cloth shoes seemed to be stepping on the intersection of birth and death of all things.
Everyone was still looking around, except Fang Yun and the great scholars who were staring at Yi Zhishi.
Yi Zhishi's eyes swept over the familiar scholars one by one and nodded gently for the second time.
Every great scholar felt that Yi Zhishi only nodded and greeted him.
It was not until Yi Zhishi walked to the A seat that the others were surprised.
"Mr. Tomoyo is here."
“It’s really Yi Wenhao!”
"It's been so many years since I last saw his handsome figure. He looks exactly the same as he did a few years ago."
“Just looking at his back, I would have thought he was taller than the city wall.”
"Tsk tsk, this is a real expert, like a dragon that can only be seen from the head but not the tail. He clearly walked all the way here, but none of us noticed him. Look, the people behind him actually left a path for him, but even so, the people on both sides of the path didn't see him."
“Amazing, so amazing.”
"As expected of a great man who has stepped into the holy path. I cannot understand his current state at all."
"No, was he invited by the Qing people?"
"It's over, it's over... No wonder some people speculated that some big shot would come to overpower Fang Xusheng. No wonder the Qingjun clan and the Lei family dared to join forces to come here. It turns out that Yi Zhishi is going to take action!"
"Mr. Zhishi's talent and fame are comparable to Fang Xusheng's, but he is older and has a higher literary status. If they really participate in a literary competition, Fang Xusheng has already lost half the battle. Once Zhang Longxiang enters the arena, the outcome will be clear!"
"Brother Yi!" Jiang Hechuan took the initiative to step forward and greeted him politely with his fists clasped.
"Brother Zhishi!" Zong Ganyu's tone became much more cordial.
"Mr. Zhishi!" Qingjun bowed respectfully to greet him.
Everyone present took the initiative to greet him.
The power that had been gathered by the Lei family, the Zong family, the King of Qing, the officials of the Qing Kingdom, Bakongshan, and all the people of Qingjiang Trading Company seemed to be flowing towards Yi Zhishi, as if they were preparing a wedding dress for this literary giant.
.(To be continued.)