Hearing the old Hanlin's righteous roar, many high-ranking officials from the Zong family, the Lei family, and the Qing Kingdom trembled.
No matter if it was the great scholar Lei Tingzhen of the Lei family, or Zong Ganyu, the patriarch of the Zong family, no matter if it was the four prime ministers of the Qing Kingdom or the king, even if they had extremely high literary status or were blessed by the country's fortune, they were all terrified by this roar.
Lei Tingzhen, Zong Ganyu and other masterminds of this incident actually felt that their literary courage was as thin as paper at this moment.
Almost at the same time as the old Hanlin finished his roar, a strong force of grief and indignation gathered in the sky.
Just now, officials from Qing Kingdom, the Lei family, the Zong family and some officials from Gu Kingdom had joined forces to seize the vitality of heaven and earth, but now, all ten countries are in grief.
Not only that, when someone posted this poem on the discussion board, strange forces crossed the sky and gathered over Baling City from all over the world.
"It's over..."
Lei Ting really felt this power and wanted to escape, but his legs were numb and he didn't dare to run.
Pair after pair of cold eyes looked towards the Lei family and the Zong family. The hatred and resentment of hundreds of thousands of scholars entangled in each other, forming a tremendous power, like an ocean falling from the sky, pressing down straight down.
All those who participated in instigating the competition between Zhang Longxiang and Fang Yunwen only felt that there was suddenly some dust in the Wen Palace at this moment, like the dust floating in the room when the sun shines on it, and it falls softly on their literary advisors.
These dust particles are very small, but there is a sunlight-like glow on their surface, making all the dust particles connected into one piece.
Lei Tingzhen, Zong Ganyu and other scholars who participated in this incident were so frightened that their hair stood on end. Some of them even gritted their teeth to prevent themselves from cursing.
For the young men of noble families with strong minds, it is not a big problem for their literary talents to be covered in dust. As long as they ask for the literary treasures of the semi-saint, or go to the former residence of the semi-saint to be baptized by the holy energy, they can wash away the dust in a few years.
Being criticized by thousands of people can lead to the disgrace of one's literary talent. Now all of them have been disgraced, but it is not just the disgrace of one's literary talent.
Now it's everyone's fault!
Anyone who planned to pit Zhang Longxiang against Fang Yunwen would be in cahoots with him.
All of them will be closely related. As long as one of them cannot eliminate the dust on his literary talent, the dust on the literary talent of everyone else will not be eliminated.
For those great scholars, it may only take a few months to eliminate the dust, but for those ordinary officials, even if they enter the former residence of a semi-saint, they will never be able to eliminate the dust on their literary talents, because their minds have long been eroded by officialdom, like turbid sewage that is difficult to clarify.
Unless all those officials die, all the geniuses like Zong Ganyu and Lei Tingzhen who have participated in this matter will remain at their current level and strength forever. If they are not careful, their level will even decline.
Or, there are extremely powerful people who go against the human race and bear the responsibility of being corrupted by the same dust for them.
Even if one is a half-saint, if he wants to take on the power of being corrupted by dust, his literary courage will be tarnished.
No matter how powerful a semi-saint is, he is still a member of the human race.
The simplest way is to obtain Fang Yun's complete forgiveness. In this way, even those officials with weak wills can recover within a few years as long as they enter the former residence of the Semi-Saint and be cleansed by the holy energy.
Among all the people, Zong Ganyu was the most angry. He was the patriarch of a semi-saint family, the son of a semi-saint, and the elder of the East Saint Pavilion. With such an identity, his literary talent was tarnished, which was a disgrace to the Zong family and even to the Zong Saint!
The fact that the head of an aristocratic family has lost his literary talent is enough to make people from hostile families laugh at him for decades!
Zong Ganyu clenched his hands tightly, veins on his forehead exposed. As a great scholar, he had extremely strong self-control. Even if he was insulted or failed, he could completely accept it. However, when it came to the Zong family or even the Zong Saint, Zong Ganyu could not let it go.
At this moment, Zong Ganyu's eyes were like the deep seabed, as if a huge ferocious beast was lurking. He not only hated Fang Yun, but also hated himself. He hated himself for bringing disgrace to the Zong family and even the Zong Saint.
Zong Ganyu slowly raised his head and glanced at the Zong family members who came here. He found that most of them were either extremely panicked, completely unconscious, or gritting their teeth. Even his most beloved son, Zong Wuyuan, had confused eyes and wandering soul at this moment. It was obvious that he could not bear such a heavy blow.
Zong Ganyu is looking for Zong Wude. Even though Zong Wude is good friends with Fang Yun, and even though Zong Wude did not inherit the eclectic school but specialized in Confucianism, he is ultimately a descendant of the Zong family and has the same blood flowing in his veins.
After looking for several seconds, Zong Ganyu remembered that Zong Wude did not participate in this literary gathering, and he did not want to be caught between the Zong family and Fang Yun.
On one side is the family that gave birth to and raised him, and on the other side is his savior and good friend, Zong Wude chose to leave.
Zong Ganyu suddenly realized that it was possible that Zong Wude had already realized that the Zong family would be in crisis, or was Zong Wude's luck so amazing
Suddenly, Zong Ganyu discovered that in the seat for the Zong family's Jinshi candidate, there was a very ordinary Zong family disciple sitting. He was nearly thirty years old, with an ordinary appearance, average height, and nothing special about his temperament. At this moment, he was holding a mooncake in his left hand and picking up some food with his right hand, nodding while eating.
This person has not been tarnished by his literary talent.
It was just like a big green-headed fly suddenly appeared in the spring breeze when peach blossoms were in full bloom. Even though Zong Ganyu was heartbroken, he also felt a little amused. How could the Zong family produce such a foodie Jinshi? Then he carefully recalled the Zong family genealogy and remembered this person. His name was Zong Ming, an ordinary Jinshi from the Zong family who had no outstanding achievements or bad deeds, just like most of the children from aristocratic families and even ordinary Jinshi.
"You... why are you still eating and drinking?" Zong Ganyu whispered.
Zong Ming was startled and almost threw away his chopsticks and mooncakes. He looked around and then found that it was the master of the house who was looking at him. He quickly wiped his mouth with his sleeve, put down his chopsticks, and respectfully replied, "I'm hungry."
The resentment in Zong Ganyu's heart was blown away by these two words.
"Well, what do you think about this?"
"Tell the truth or a lie?"
"What about lies?"
"As a member of the clan, I should serve the clan, so I will turn my grief and anger into appetite, make my body stronger, practice hard, and finally fight with Fang Yun to wash away the shame of my clan."
"Where's the truth?" Zong Ganyu.
"Victory and defeat are unpredictable. I have to accept the loss. It has nothing to do with me." Zong Ming was surprisingly calm.
"In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent." Zong Ganyu said.
"Maybe I'm not innocent, but at least I didn't cause the avalanche. At least, I'm innocent." Zong Ming said.
"What do you think of Fang Yun?"
"Walk around it, stay away, and don't look at it."
"What do you think of the Zong family and Fang Yun being enemies?"
"The arrow is on the string and has to be shot."
"You bastard! Go to the Reflection Hall right now and reflect on your mistakes for three days. Then go back to Jiutaoju and stay there for three years!"
Zong Ganyu's scolding exploded in Zong Ming's ears.
Zong Ming was stunned, looked at the head of the family deeply, then stood up, bowed three times to Zong Ganyu, and turned to leave.
I took a box of mooncakes before leaving.
"Zongming, where are you going?"
"Jiu Taoju." Zong Ming said and left Baling City without looking back.
The clan members living nearby were puzzled. Jiutaoju was the former residence of the clan saint. According to legend, the clan saint had lived with a woman here for three years. It was one of the important semi-saint former residences of the clan. Only the grand secretary was qualified to go there and guard the house. For ordinary children of aristocratic families, guarding the former residence was the highest reward from the aristocratic family.
Zong Ganyu glanced at Zong Ming's back and sighed softly.
"There are still smart people in the Zong family."
Then, Zong Ganyu raised his head and looked coldly at Fang Yun on the city wall.
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