Under the surprised gazes of the crowd, the two-story-tall giant whale king gave Fang Yun a simple smile and said, "Fang Maocai, I'm late, sorry." After that, he raised his foot and stomped hard on the dragon young man's head.
"puff!"
The Whale King crushed the dragon man to death, without changing the silly smile on his face.
The scene was in chaos and everyone hurried away, still unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.
Yang Yuhuan subconsciously hid behind Fang Yun.
Fang Yun stared blankly at the extremely strong body of the Whale King. He still didn't understand what was going on. He thought that today he finally realized the cruelty of the demon clan. Killing a dragon man was like stepping on an ant.
The little fox was even more confused than Fang Yun. It was clearly ready to scratch the bad guy to death with its little claws, so how come the bad guy was beaten to death before it even made a move
Fang Yun said doubtfully: "I don't seem to know His Excellency the Whale King."
"Now we know each other. I heard that you taught the Qingjiang Dragon King a lesson? Well done, I've wanted to beat it up for a long time!" The smile on the Whale King's face never changed.
Fang Yun guessed that it might be related to writing the imperial poem, so he said politely: "Thank you, Whale King."
The Whale King said with a smile: "I will help you kill people and monsters. How about you give me the manuscript of "Magpie Bridge Fairy"?"
Fang Yun looked up at the Whale King, thought for a moment, looked around, and asked in a low voice: "What is the price for killing Zuo Xiang?"
The Whale King said: "The Left Prime Minister has the literary treasures of a great Confucian scholar and the true writings of a great Confucian scholar. I cannot kill him. But if you give me another poem to protect the country, I will find my eldest brother and kill him together." After saying this, he crossed his arms over his chest and put on a proud look.
"I'm just asking about the price, don't get me wrong." Fang Yun said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter, as long as you have good poetry and prose, you can come to me anytime to kill people! I'm very good at it! Well, I'll leave first. Come on, call my name when you come to Yinlong Pavilion in the future. I can show up at any time, except when I'm sleeping." The Whale King was still smiling foolishly.
"So when do you usually go to bed?"
"July 7 to August 15."
The people around were at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
The body of the Whale King disappeared, along with the young dragon man. The other dragon men were so scared that they sat on the ground, not daring to say a word. They were the only ones who knew how terrible the blood of the Whale King was. It was like a knife on their necks.
Several dragon men said nothing and watched Fang Yun leave silently, but the fear in their eyes grew deeper and deeper. The Whale King was so powerful, it goes without saying what it meant that Fang Yun could be treated like this by the Whale King.
"Go back and tell all the dragon people not to mess with Fang Yun, Fang Maocai, and his followers!"
Everything inside Yinlong Pavilion returned to normal, but something was wrong with the two armored ox carts outside the east gate of Dayuan Prefecture.
The two ox-drawn carts gradually slowed down, and finally the ox pulling the cart collapsed and fell to the ground, alarming the people in the carts.
"what happened?"
"No, why can't I hear the sound of rain hitting the carport? Oh, we must have reached the gate of Yuhai City."
"Were they stopped by soldiers?"
"Don't be afraid, Fang Yun can't do anything to us!"
"We must avenge Zicheng!"
"Cry quickly. Don't let anyone see it!"
"Zicheng, you died so tragically!"
"Fang Yun, please don't kill us. We, the Liu family, are wrong! We will give you whatever you want, please don't kill us all!"
"Fang Banxiang, it's fine if you want to kill Zicheng, but please don't kill our five-year-old child!"
The mourning-clad Liu family members wept as they stepped out of the A-ox cart. However, every time they cried, one person was missing. Finally, more than a dozen Liu family members stared at the familiar city gate and the three words "Dayuan Mansion" in amazement.
"What the hell! We were clearly going from Dayuanfu to Yuhai City. We walked for a day and a night, and we were only a quarter of an hour away from Yuhai City. How did we end up back in Dayuanfu?"
"Look at the sky, it's not afternoon now, it's late at night!"
Liu Zizhi said nothing, with a hint of panic in his eyes, and looked around secretly, but the others were talking non-stop like crazy.
"How is this possible! We were clearly heading to Yuhai City, so how come we ended up back at Dayuan City?"
"Do you remember what we did?"
"Let me think about it. I only remember what we said when we were very close to Yuhai City. I have forgotten everything we said after that!"
"I can't remember anything either!"
"Mom, aren't we going to Yuhai? Why haven't we set off yet?"
"You... don't you remember that we were already on the road?"
“I don’t remember!”
Soon, the memories of everyone in the Liu family were confused, and everyone was confused, except for the scholar Liu Zizhi who remained clear-headed.
"what happened?"
"Help! Are we possessed by a monster?"
Liu Zizhi finally couldn't help it and yelled, "Shut up! Shut up!"
Everyone was frightened when they saw Liu Zizhi's almost distorted face. Liu Zicheng was the top scorer in the state and the first in the imperial examination. He also went to the capital to receive instruction from the Left Prime Minister. He had long reached the state of not showing his emotions on his face. How could he suddenly become like this
"Zizhi, what's wrong? Are we still going to Yuhai City?"
Liu Zizhi said in a low voice: "We may have been fooled by a certain saint."
Everyone in the Liu family looked at Liu Zicheng as if he were a madman.
"Zizhi, are you...are you okay?"
Liu Zizhi said slowly: "You have forgotten, but I still remember. We were supposed to reach Yuhai City in a quarter of an hour, but now, we have returned to Dayuan Mansion inexplicably, and Jia Niu was almost exhausted to death. The one who could make us return to Dayuan Mansion without knowing it must be at least a Wen Zong, or even a semi-saint!"
Every member of the Liu family was extremely panicked.
"Could it be that...his mysterious teacher took action?"
Liu Zizhi nodded.
"So... what should we do?"
"You go home, I'll be alone for a while."
After Liu Zizhi finished speaking, he slowly moved away from the crowd, thinking continuously in his mind. After a while, he suddenly clenched his fists.
"Your mentor is indeed a half-saint! In this case, the left prime minister will surely fail, and our Liu family will never be able to recover! Even if I pass the imperial examination and become the top scholar in Jing State, I will be ruined with just one word from the half-saint! Fang Yun, you are so cruel! But, I still have a chance! The Holy Ruins will be my last chance! You will definitely enter the Holy Ruins, and I will definitely kill you!"
Inside the Yinlong Pavilion.
Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan tried to persuade her slowly, while Xiaoying threw herself into Fang Daniu's arms and kept crying. Fang Daniu expressed his gratitude to Fang Yun.
Only after Xiaoying's emotions calmed down did Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan leave, leaving the young lovers alone.
When the two men returned to the piano club, the class had ended, Xu Sanjue had left, and the "Blood Mosquito" piano had also disappeared. Fang Yun secretly thought it was a pity, because he really wanted to see the scene of Blood Mosquito playing, which must be extremely strange.
There are already more than three hundred people here, all discussing the purchase and sale of pianos.
All the Wenbaoqins were classified. Fang Yun did not go to see the Juren Wenbaoqin because his talent was almost ten inches and he would soon become a Juren. It would be a waste to buy a Juren Wenbaoqin now. He must buy a Jinshi Wenbaoqin.
Moreover, the Wenbaoqin is different from ordinary Wenbao. For example, a scholar cannot exert the power of a Jinshi Wenbao, but if a scholar's qin art can reach a certain level, he can exert some of the power of the Jinshi Wenbaoqin.
Fang Yun came to the place where the Jinshi Wenbaoqins were displayed. There were ten of them, all labeled with the maker, age and weight. Some also marked the owners through the generations, and there were also appraisal documents from famous qin players.
Since anyone can try out the piano, Fang Yun tried out the timbres of ten pianos one by one. The bodies of these pianos were not made of ordinary paulownia or fir wood, but were all taken from trees in the demon world. Not only would the timbre be different when made of them, the power of the war music would also be enhanced.
The strings of the harp are not ordinary silk, they are all made from things from the monsters. It is generally recognized that the best strings are dragon tendons. One dragon tendon is divided into seven lines, which are then made into strings. The war music played after that is very powerful. The strings of the holy harp and the famous harp are all made of dragon tendons or dragon tendons.
Most of these Jinshi Wenbaoqins use the strange silk or spider silk of the demon tribe, which can enhance the war music.
Fang used the method of dating by fracture patterns to identify all the Wenbaoqins and found a problem, that is, the time written on those identification documents was much older than the age he had identified.
Looking at these precious zithers, Fang Yun's heart moved, so he began to appreciate all of them. After appreciating them all, he discovered something.
"It turns out that as the status of the Wenbaoqin increases, the cracks actually have errors! For example, the Wenbaoqin of the previous imperial examination, I estimated based on the cracks that it was made at most two hundred years ago, but Xu Sanjue said that the actual production time of the qin was two hundred and twenty years ago!"
"Because the power of talent protects the Wenbaoqin, after being placed for a hundred years, the cracks on the Wenbaoqin are slightly less than those on non-Wenbaoqins. However, the error ratio is the same. Remember this to avoid mistakes in the future."
Finally, Fang Yun selected a Jinshi Wenbaoqin and found the owner of the Wenbao, who turned out to be a scholar in his thirties.
"But is it Hong Cheng and Hong Qinyou?" Fang Yun asked with a smile.
"That's right." The scholar stood up.
"I want to ask if you want to exchange your zither for something else besides the four cultural treasures of the Juren scholar? I have the dragon horn of the Jiao King. How about cutting off a part of it and exchanging it with you?"
Hong Xiucai shook his head and said, "I will only exchange for four cultural treasures of the Juren, and I specify the four types. Unless you give me a whole Jiao Wang dragon horn, I will not exchange."
Fang Yun smiled and said, "A complete Jiao King dragon horn can be exchanged for at least one Hanlin Wenbaoqin, and almost three Jinshi Wenbaoqins. I can't exchange it."
"Alas... I'm sorry, I'm too greedy, but I have no choice." Hong Xiucai looked worried.
Fang Yun said, "How about this, you wait here for me, I will go find the four kinds of cultural treasures of the Juren degree, and once I find them, I will come and exchange them with you. If I can't find them, I will come back and tell you."
"Okay. I'll wait for you for two hours! If you don't come back within two hours, then it'll be as if nothing happened."
"good!"
Fang Yun immediately recalled the map, and then went to Wenbao Street in Yinlong Pavilion with Yang Yuhuan. There were many large shops on that street, and each shop was a time-honored brand in Shengyuan Continent, and almost all of them were properties of semi-saint families.
.(To be continued..)