Without exception, everyone in the audience was shocked by the words of the evil king.
Even Confucius and the six sub-saint families found it incredible to hear this.
That is the family business of a semi-saint family.
Zong Wude murmured, "Why did the evil king turn into a mad king?"
Li Fanming in the audience widened his eyes. He could not imagine that the Evil King would say such a thing. It was even more difficult for him to imagine that Fang Yun was worthy of such words from the Evil King!
The rabbit that had been sleeping soundly has woken up. It stood upright, looking at Fang Yun, then at Xiong Jun, and kept turning its head back and forth to look at the two people, as if asking: What is going on
The Wolf Demon Marquis beside the Evil Lord blinked several times, and the murderous intent disappeared, replaced by confusion.
Everyone in the Meng family was the most surprised. Ever since the Evil Lord began to emerge, the Meng family has been thriving, with a tendency to restore its former glory or even surpass it. They now have blind trust in the Evil Lord, but even so, they cannot understand his actions.
Some of the guests suddenly looked at the evil king very seriously.
"This time, he was right to be fierce." A great scholar said slowly.
Fang Yun seemed to have no idea of the evil king's intentions, and said, "Do you want to exchange these great joys for my next Mid-Autumn Festival poems? Let me think about it. Well, if I have thought it through, I will exchange it!"
The moment Fang Yun opened his mouth, the MC quickly took out a conch shell from his arms and placed it in front of Fang Yun. After Fang Yun's voice entered the conch shell, it consumed the MC's talent, forming a thunderous sound that spread throughout the entire venue.
The originally tense atmosphere eased slightly, and everyone looked at Xiong Jun, waiting for his reply.
The evil king said slowly: "As long as you are willing to marry into my Meng family and marry a woman from my Meng family as your legal wife, you will have everything the Meng family has!"
"Mr. Xiong, you are joking. I am engaged to Sister Yuhuan and we will be officially married soon." The smile on Fang Yun's face disappeared.
The evil king snorted. With a look of disdain, he said, "What can a mere child bride bring you? The dowry of a girl from my Meng family is from an aristocratic family! What does your child bride have? Pretty? There are many women in the ten countries who are more beautiful than her. Do you want a hundred or a thousand? I'll have someone choose! How can she compare with a girl from my Meng family? Being a concubine is already a compliment to her!"
Fang Yun asked in a friendly tone, "Last year, did your daughter from the Meng family bring me a bowl of medicinal soup?"
The evil king remained silent.
"Two years ago, could your daughter from the Meng family pass me an egg?"
The whole audience was silent.
"Three years ago, could you, the daughter of the Meng family, cook a bowl of porridge for me?"
"Four years ago. Can you, a girl from the Meng family, wash a piece of clothing for me?"
Fang Yun continued talking year after year, and finally said coldly: "If you can't even do this, how can you compare with Sister Yuhuan? You are indeed a fierce king who practices the Holy Way of Courage. I'm afraid your Holy Way of Courage has reached the highest level, so you would say such nonsense that my Sister Yuhuan is not as good as your Meng family."
"Oh? So, you can give up the holy way for a mere child bride?" The chest of the evil king rose and fell slightly, but his tone remained calm.
Fang Yun stared at the evil king and said firmly: "I am Fang Yun's holy way. I took it myself, without Sister Yuhuan exchanging it. Your Meng family can't give me the holy way! Your entire Meng family is not as good as a bowl of medicine soup from my sister Yuhuan."
The evil king slowly straightened his body. He stared at Fang Yun with eyes as fierce as an eagle or a wolf. He pressed his right hand tightly on the armrest of the Wuhou carriage and said sternly: "Fang Yun, I think so highly of you. I didn't expect you to be so ignorant and humiliate my Meng family like this!"
"You think too highly of the Meng family and yourself." Fang Yun said calmly.
"Good! Good! Good! You boy insulted my Meng family, so I will fight to the death! The day when the Holy Ruins ends will be the day when the news of your death will spread throughout the world!" A strange blood color appeared in the eyes of the evil king, and the blood-colored meteors no longer flashed by, as if they were circling around his eyes continuously.
Fang Yun's eyes turned cold, and he said, "Don't worry, Lord Evil. I will be able to return safely on the day when the Holy Ruins are over. Since Lord Evil has said that he will fight me to the death, do you dare to wait until I become a Hanlin and have a life-and-death literary duel with you?"
"No, you will not have the chance to become a Hanlin. I will never give you this opportunity, even if you walk out of the Holy Ruins alive!" The evil king suddenly smiled lightly, revealing his white teeth, with bloodshot eyes.
The four pens on the Wuhou carriage suddenly moved, hitting the inner wall of the pen holder, making a dong dong sound. The inkstone suddenly rose and fell, hitting the table.
With murderous intent in mind, I seek war with my pen and ink!
Liu Zizhi in the crowd showed an excited smile. With the words of the evil king, Fang Yun would definitely die, and the Liu family would be safe.
Li Wenying suddenly stood up and said, "From what the evil king said, you want to kill Fang Yun of Jingguo?"
The evil king said, "I only said Fang Yun would die. I never said I would kill him myself. How could my Menglin Hall not understand such rules? Lord Dongsheng is in charge of the Holy Court. How could he let me kill him?"
"Oh, the day Fang Yun dies is the day I will destroy the murderer's ten clans!" Li Wenying said.
"Even if you become a great scholar, you can't do it!"
"I know, kill as many as I can." Li Wenying said as he sat down and drank his wine slowly.
A man not far away said with a smile: "Brother Wenying, I haven't seen you for a long time. Your talent has become more refined. I don't like fighting and killing. I just finished a painting called "Three Barbarians Going to War" a few days ago. It will be sent to your house in a few days."
Everyone looked up to Hua Jun, one of the four great talents of the previous generation. He was a university scholar and could originally only paint battles with demon kings at the same level as himself, but his painting skills were very deep and he could paint even more powerful demon kings. The "Three Barbarians Going Out to War" was most likely an army led by three demon kings. Once the battle painting was released, a city could be razed to the ground in a moment.
"Thank you, Brother Wu." Li Wenying raised his glass to Huajun from a distance.
But the painter took out a scroll of painting and threw it to Fang Yun, saying: "This is a work I practiced in my early years. There is no point in keeping it. You can enjoy it. Your theory of the three aspects of yin and yang deeply touched my heart, so don't refuse it."
Countless people's eyes lit up. What Fang Yun got must be Hua Jun's war painting. Even if it was made by Hua Jun in his early years, it was still a masterpiece among masterpieces. Hua Jun had entered the third realm of painting several years ago and was striving to reach the fourth realm. It was very likely that he would become the first master to enter the fifth realm in his lifetime.
Fang Yun put the scroll into the Hanhu shell and said, "Thank you for the gift, Mr. Hua."
Suddenly, a book flew towards Fang Yun. Fang Yun caught it while looking in the direction the book came from.
The person who threw the book was Mr. Shi who had been to Yuhai Academy that day.
Shi Jun nodded and said, "This is the Records of the Grand Historian that I copied myself a few days ago. I'm giving it to you as a farewell gift."
Fang Yun was about to express his gratitude when two books flew over to the seat of the Military Saint Family. Fang Yun hurriedly caught them without having time to thank Shi Jun.
The old man who threw the book said, "This is the "Art of War" and "Art of War" that I copied back then. Although it is not a military book, it should be helpful to you."
"I picked up an ink stick a few days ago. Let me give it to you." Mr. Kong, who presided over the Kongcheng Mid-Autumn Literary Festival yesterday, threw out an ink stick. The ink stick made a slight dragon roar as it flew in the air, and the blood-colored patterns on the surface of the ink stick actually looked like dragon patterns.
Fang Yun has Li Wenying's dragon blood ink ingot, which is made from the dragon blood of the demon king. But this ink ingot is even better, it must be made from the dragon blood of the great demon king.
"We Gongshu are good at making little gadgets. This telescope is for you as a wedding gift!"
A Wenbao telescope flew towards the direction of the Luban family's seats. Fang Yun reached out to catch it and put it into the Hanhu shell.
"I heard that you have made some achievements in playing the zither. This is the Guangling San written by the great scholar Ji Kang. I can't bear to give it to you, so I'll lend it to you for three years!" A wooden box flew towards Fang Yun.
Fang Yun caught it and remembered that person.
Then, several things flew up one after another.
Fang Yun was touched. He didn't expect that even though he was hostile to the people of the Semi-Saint Family, there would still be so many people helping him. Some of these people did hate the Evil King, but doing this in front of the Evil King was definitely not just out of disgust, but out of righteousness.
Fang Yun, who was originally at a disadvantage in the situation, was now in high spirits. Many people even felt their blood boiling, but they were not well off, so from time to time some people would shout "good" or praise Fang Yun, not afraid of the presence of the evil king at all.
At this moment, no one directly accuses the evil king, but everyone can see that he is being pointed at by thousands of people, and everyone can hear the curses from thousands of people!
Countless people had the same thought: The evil king actually wanted to kill the human genius, which is unforgivable!
More and more people glared at the evil king, and an invisible sense of righteousness emerged in everyone's heart.
Suddenly, a young scholar cursed: "Shameless and vicious king, scum of the human race!"
No one responded. After a few breaths, someone suddenly said, "Well done! If this evil lord kills Fang Yun, everyone can kill him!"
"We, the people of Kongcheng, have been blessed by the kindness of Confucius. How can we be afraid of such a villain? This evil king is shameless!"
"You are a shameless villain!"
"The evil king is despicable!"
At the beginning, there were not many people shouting, but soon more and more people followed suit, forming wave after wave of shouting.
There is a huge force gathering above Kongcheng, and anyone who dares to resist this force will be crushed.
With unity, we can stand against all odds!
Liu Zizhi's smile froze on his face, and he even looked horrified.
The faces of the Meng family were as black as the bottom of a pot, and many people wished they could kill themselves. A dignified semi-saint family was actually being criticized by thousands of people. Even Saint Meng had never encountered this before.
Even someone as determined as the fierce king gritted his teeth at this moment, holding on to the handrails tightly with both hands, and the anger in his chest could almost burn the dragon scale armor on his body.
At this moment, the evil king's literary courage became a little blurry, not as crystal clear as before, as if there was dust on it.
"You incited everyone to harm me by pointing fingers at me. I will definitely kill you!" The evil king roared in his heart.
Shi Jun took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and while writing, he muttered to himself, "The Ten Kingdoms Sacred Ruins Literary Conference has been criticized by thousands of people, and it will definitely go down in history."
When these words were spoken, everyone was even happier, and the Meng family was even more desperate.
Li Fanming couldn't help but slam the table, scaring the big rabbit and the people next to him also looked at him.
Li Fanming explained: "Mr. Shi has been working in the 'History Institute' for a few days and has been awarded the title of 'Pen Official'. Since he has recorded this incident, the history books about the Ten Kingdoms in the future must include this incident. It is a completely reliable history! Not to mention the Semi-Saint Aristocratic Family, even a higher-ranking Aristocratic Family cannot erase it."
"So that's it!" Many people showed joy on their faces. (To be continued...)