Fang Yun took out Zhang Longxiang's Pearl River seal from the swallowed seashell.
The golden seal was suspended in the air, emitting a faint light bestowed by the holy temple, and was particularly eye-catching in the moonlight.
The moment they saw the Pearl River seal, many people looked puzzled.
Suddenly, Zong Wuyuan shouted in fear: "You thief Fang Yun, you actually stole Zhang Mingzhou's official seal! Tell me, where did you imprison Zhang Longxiang?"
Originally, no one knew what Fang Yun meant, but after hearing Zong Wuyuan's words, almost everyone instinctively suspected that Fang must have used some means to obstruct Zhang Longxiang, otherwise Zhang Longxiang would not have arrived yet!
Many Jing people and Fang Yun’s friends were all shocked. They could not imagine that Fang Yun would use such despicable means.
Lei Tingzhen said angrily, "No wonder he didn't respond to my urgent letter to Zhang Longxiang just now. It turns out that you have already kidnapped him or even imprisoned him! Fang Yun, release Zhang Longxiang immediately, otherwise I will unite all the scholars in the world to go to the Saint Academy and ask the saints to deprive you of your virtual sainthood."
"So that's why, no wonder you have been so calm!" Gu Nanhuai looked at Fang Yun angrily.
Fang Yun was stunned on the spot. He took out his official seal and wanted to say that he was Zhang Longxiang. Why did all these people think in another direction? But after thinking carefully, in the eyes of everyone, compared with imprisoning Zhang Longxiang, the possibility that he was Zhang Longxiang seemed smaller, so no one would think in this direction at all.
The whole audience was in an uproar.
"Could Zhang Longxiang have been killed by him?"
"No, Fang Xusheng is definitely not that stupid. In my opinion, Fang Xusheng found some evidence against Zhang Longxiang, and then captured him as the governor, and released him after the literary gathering was over."
"However, if we do this, won't Fang Xusheng be despised by the world?"
"Haha, there are many people who are despised by the world, but most of them are still alive and well, right? Besides, as long as they have a legitimate reason to fight, what can they do? They are only allowed to besiege the city by the Lei family and the Qing country, but Fang Xusheng is not allowed to cut off the firewood from under the cauldron?"
"That being said, from now on, Fang Xusheng's reputation as a writer will surely decline greatly. From now on, he will have a huge handle left over. No matter what achievements he makes, others will use today's incident to attack him."
"Those who accomplish great things do not care about small details! Fang Xusheng did this, which is a truly strong move! This is Jingguo, this is Xiangzhou. You, Zhang Longxiang, made a mistake, but you don't allow anyone to touch you? Zhang Longxiang thinks he is the king of heaven or a half-saint? As for literary reputation, haha, haven't those people slandered Fang Xusheng enough?"
"That being said, I don't believe Fang Xusheng would do such a thing. Maybe there is something else going on."
"Fang Xusheng has already said that there is no need to look for it. He has already taken out Zhang Longxiang's token. Could it be that Zhang Longxiang did not come on his own and took the initiative to give Fang Xusheng the official seal? There is no need to think too much. Fang Xusheng must have used some tricks."
The attitude of the people of Jing towards Fang Yun was very complicated. The people of other countries were hesitant and did not dare to speak out before the truth came out. However, the people of Qing did not consider anything else and all shouted loudly.
"Fang Yun, please give everyone in the world an explanation!"
"Zhang Longxiang is so innocent! Even if he is a virtual saint, he cannot oppress the good people like this!"
"The story of Zhang Longxiang has spread throughout Shengyuan Continent. The King of Chu is shameless and slandered him as a traitor. You actually imprisoned him before the literary gathering. You are worse than the King of Chu!"
"In this literary competition, Fang Xusheng is both a candidate and an examiner. He is truly the most powerful Xusheng among humans. Even half-saints cannot do that."
The people of Qing were completely misled by the words of Zong Wuyuan and others. They did not consider any other possibilities and determined that Fang Yun had used some trick on Zhang Longxiang.
Except for Lei Tingzhen who attacked out of excessive haste, all the great scholars present kept silent, because every great scholar knew very well that anything was possible before the result came out.
After a few breaths, Jiang Hechuan said with thunderous tongue: "I guarantee with my life that this matter will never be as you think! Everyone, please don't guess randomly, Fang Xusheng will definitely give a reasonable explanation!"
Zong Wuyuan hated Fang Yun's counterattack so much that he couldn't help but respond: "May I ask Mr. Hechuan, if Fang Xusheng really did something despicable to Zhang Longxiang, would you commit suicide to thank the world?"
Jiang Hechuan's face was slightly gloomy. He was anxious to help Fang Yun, but he was caught by someone. Although he didn't care, as the Minister of Culture of Jing State, he had to handle it properly, otherwise Jing State would be attacked, just like Qing Jun and Gu Nanhuai attacked Fang Yun. In the end, it was not just the two who were unlucky, but all the people of Qing State would be affected.
"If this Saint had not used despicable means on Zhang Longxiang, would you, Zong Wuyuan, die?"
The stars and the moon shone, the autumn wind blew, Fang Yun stood on the city wall, wearing a green robe embroidered with clouds, looking down at Zong Wuyuan with a frosty face.
Everyone who was talking shut up and looked at Fang Yun quietly.
Yi Zhishi had not spoken a word since the riot began. He had been observing his surroundings and now looked at Fang Yun with a smile.
Zong Wuyuan responded: "I'm sorry, I never said anything like I wanted to die."
"Oh? So you said you wanted to take Zhang Longxiang as your master?" Fang Yun said calmly.
"That's true, but this matter has nothing to do with you!" Zong Wuyuan retorted.
The people of Qing smiled, this is the true face of the children of aristocratic families. As long as you are reasonable, no matter you are a virtual saint or a literary giant, they will fight back without hesitation.
People from aristocratic families have the confidence that people from poor families cannot possess. Even if someone comes from a poor family and is a genius, the children from aristocratic families will not really care about him.
"This matter is really related to this Saint. Because you are not worthy to be Zhang Longxiang's disciple, and Zhang Longxiang will never accept a despicable person like you as his student." Fang Yun said proudly.
Zong Wuyuan's eyes flashed with anger and a hint of contempt, and he said coldly: "No matter what means you use to force my teacher Zhang Mingzhou, I swear with everything I have, you will regret it! I will let you see the real gap between aristocratic families and poor families!"
Many people felt a chill penetrating their clothes, especially those from poor families and ordinary people. No matter men, women, old or young, they all felt that winter had arrived before August.
Zong Wuyuan's words hit the sore spot of every child from a poor family.
A noble family will always be a noble family. Even if Fang Yun is a virtual saint and now belongs to a wealthy family, in front of the noble families, he is still just a poor boy who has just grown up.
When the giant aristocratic family starts to move, any child from a poor family will be easily crushed.
All the people of Jing looked at Fang Yun helplessly at this moment. If Fang Yun really used despicable means to deal with Zhang Longxiang, then today might be his last literary meeting.
The atmosphere at the scene seemed frozen.
Zong Wuyuan smiled slightly, very satisfied with the result, and said again: "Then Fang Yun, tell me now, why do you dare to say that Zhang Longxiang will refuse to accept me as a disciple?"
"Because..." Fang Yun's tone seemed no different from usual. He paused for a moment, glanced at the millions of people under the Yueyang Tower, and finally looked at Zong Wuyuan.
.(To be continued.)