Everyone looked at Fang Yun seriously.
"I am Zhang Longxiang." Fang Yun said as usual.
"What?" Hundreds of thousands of people exclaimed. They were also doing the same action, leaning forward, trying to hear Fang Yun's words more clearly, because everyone suspected that they had heard it wrong.
"Because... Fang Xusheng is Zhang Longxiang?" Many people murmured to themselves, repeating Fang Yun's words, but these people looked blank, as if they had no idea what they were talking about.
“Ha…” Zong Wuyuan laughed, but it was only a laugh. He suddenly stopped smiling and showed a slight shock on his face. It was unknown what he was trying to recall.
Not only Zong Wuyuan, but all the great scholars present had expressions of shock or deep thought on their faces.
Yi Zhishi kept holding the teacup in his right hand and was reluctant to put it on the table.
Jiang Hechuan was originally facing Zong Wuyuan with his back to Fang Yun, but at this time he slowly turned his body and looked at Fang Yun in surprise.
Lei Tingzhen slowly opened his mouth, his eyes blank, and then he eagerly recalled every detail related to Zhang Longxiang. The more he thought about it, the worse his expression became.
Zong Ganyu's eyes were dull as he stared at Fang Yun. He clearly wanted to say something, but it seemed as if his throat was blocked by something and he couldn't make a sound.
The whole place was silent, even the river seemed to have stopped flowing.
"What the hell?" The Dongting Dragon King, with half of his head exposed in the distance, actually spoke human words, and they were in the Xiangzhou dialect. If it were any other time, it would make people laugh to death, but now no one paid attention to what it said.
More than ten breaths passed before people started whispering to each other.
"What does it mean?"
"Who knows?"
"Look at those great scholars. They seem to have figured it out, but they won't say anything."
"I think it's not that they don't want to talk, they are just scared."
"Am I... so stupid? After all, I am a successful candidate in a national exam and I know the Thirteen Classics by heart, but why can't I understand this sentence? What does 'I am Zhang Longxiang' mean? Who can tell me why Fang Xusheng said he was Zhang Longxiang? I can't figure it out even if I break my literary courage!"
Fang Yun's table of Shengxu friends became the focus of the people nearby, and a few people even came over to hear their conclusion.
Li Fanming blinked and said, "What does this mean? Let me guess. Could it be that during the years when Zhang Longxiang from the literary world was imprisoned, he ran to Shengyuan Continent and disguised himself as Fang Yun?"
"No, no. Zhang Longxiang is over 30 years old, and he was already a Jinshi back then. If he were to go to Shengyuan Continent to take the imperial examination again, he would be crushed to death by the three semi-saint examiners."
"I heard that a semi-saint can have three thousand dreams in one thought. Could it be that Zhang Longxiang is in the literary world and his dream is in Fang Yun?"
“You might as well say that Zhang Longxiang died in the literary world, and then his divine consciousness reunited to take away Fang Xusheng’s body.”
"Huh? This is a good idea. When Fang Xusheng passed out, he suddenly became more intelligent. Could it be that he was possessed by Zhang Longxiang?"
"Stop talking nonsense. Do you think the Holy Temple is just for show? Do you think the Saints are fools? If Saint Fang Xu is possessed by someone, he has been in and out of the Holy Temple for so long and has been watched by the Saints for so many years. I don't know how many times he must have died."
"Okay, this statement is denied. Then, there is only one truth..." Yan Yukong said and looked at everyone.
Fang Yun’s friends in Shengxu nodded slightly.
The people listening to them talking had their heads turned into a mess.
"What truth? What do you know?"
"You will know when the time comes," Yan Yukong said, "You are worthy of being called Fang Xusheng. It is not enough to play with the entire human race, but you also play with the entire demon world. Tomorrow, I think all the saint trees in the demon world will be in a state of panic."
After a few breaths, Lei Tingzhen yelled in disbelief: "No wonder! No wonder! No wonder Fang Yun was in seclusion when Zhang Longxiang appeared! No wonder Zhang Longxiang began to retreat after Fang Yun appeared! No one knows what happened when you went to the Book Mountain for the third time. Now I understand that after you went to the Book Mountain for the third time, you entered the literary world and transformed into Zhang Longxiang to guard the Two Worlds Mountain! You are Zhang Longxiang, and Zhang Longxiang is Fang Yun!"
Lei Tingzhen's words awakened many people from their confusion.
The other great scholars nodded slightly, some smiled, some breathed a sigh of relief, and some continued to ponder.
Yi Zhishi slowly put down his wine glass and sighed, but no one knew what he was sighing about.
Jiang Hechuan was surprised and happy, but he did not make the same mistake as Lei Tingzhen. Before Fang Yun admitted it himself and before the result was confirmed, he said nothing and just looked at Fang Yun quietly.
There was an ocean surging in Jiang Hechuan's eyes.
The great scholars and children of aristocratic families knew enough secrets, so when Fang Yun finished speaking, they could vaguely guess the reason. However, most people were still confused even after hearing Lei Tingzhen's explanation, including some Hanlin scholars and even university secretaries.
"What's going on? What does Mikami Shushan have to do with the literary world?"
“Who can explain this?”
"Great scholar, I'm afraid you're the only one who can explain it clearly now!"
"Yi Wenhao, please solve my doubts!"
"Mr. Chiyo!"
Many people shouted loudly for Yi Zhishi, hoping that he would come out to explain.
Yi Zhishi shook his head slightly. If those officials had asked questions, he would not have bothered to answer them. But now many people were asking questions and he didn't know how to refuse.
After becoming familiar with it, Yi Zhishi chose his words carefully and spoke like thunder.
"According to Yi's guess, the final test of Fang Xusheng's three ascents to the Book Mountain was to transform into Zhang Longxiang, a man from the literary world, and lead the army to the Liangjie Mountain to help the human race win the Battle of Bi Can. From beginning to end, there was only Fang Xusheng, and no Zhang Longxiang."
Everyone thought about it carefully, and then they suddenly realized.
Millions of burning eyes looked at Fang Yun.
However, no one spoke. They just looked at Fang Yun, wanting to hear his answer.
"Mr. Zhishi is indeed an extraordinary person. He guessed all of them correctly."
Fang Yun, who was on the Yueyang Tower, had his clothes fluttering in the wind, his body straight and a smile on his face.
At this moment, everyone felt that Fang Yun was the master of this world.
"Unparalleled in the world! Unparalleled in the world!" Old man Hua Jun shouted excitedly, his face flushed and completely out of control.
"Good! Good! Good!" Jiang Hechuan didn't know how to express his excitement and could only keep saying the same word.
A gleam of tears flowed from the corner of the old gentleman's eyes, but it quickly disappeared and he turned into the Minister of Literature of Jing State again.
Lord Wu slammed the table so hard that the attendants were startled.
"Great! As expected of Fang Xusheng, no wonder I like both of them, there's a reason for that! How could such a genius appear in the literary world? Since it's Fang Xusheng, then everything makes sense! Hahaha... So interesting!"
The officials of the State of Wu around him rolled their eyes. King Wu stopped calling himself "I" and started calling himself "Laozi". He would surely be scolded by the censor when he returned to the State of Wu.
The big rabbit opened its mouth wide, extremely confused. It couldn't understand how Fang Yun turned into Zhang Longxiang. It even wanted to wait for Zhang Longxiang to come and laugh at him for being a dog barking at the snow.
Qing Jun slumped in the chair, looking at Fang Yun helplessly.
His hands were shaking.
He couldn't believe this fact, and couldn't bear the consequences of it.
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I will soon post a picture of the Wanmin, Zhenlong and Xuehai Three Platforms. I have posted so many pictures related to Confucianism and Taoism, but this is the first one that I think is better looking than the description in my book.
.(To be continued.)