The moon is full in the sky, and the stars are sparse.
All the members of the wealthy families who had been bullied by the evil king applauded.
Those candidates who were about to enter the Holy Ruins were also talking about it.
A scholar sneered, "This evil king is used to being rampant in Wu State. He underestimates the people of Kongcheng and Fang Yun's literary reputation! Not to mention him, even if a great scholar dared to be so violent, he would definitely be condemned by the people of Kongcheng and his literary courage would be suppressed! It's a pity that he is still cautious and dare not admit to killing Fang Yun in person, otherwise Lord Dongsheng will definitely kill him with one word!"
"He didn't say it, but he didn't say that he wouldn't use other methods to harm Fang Yun. He is worthy of being called the fierce master of the military strategists. He knows the consequences of raising a tiger as a threat and won't give his opponent any chance. He is worthy of the name. It's a pity that Fang Yun is in danger."
"The Evil Lord dared to say that Fang Yun could not leave the Holy Ruins. He must have some tricks up his sleeve. He had entered the Holy Ruins eight years ago and must have discovered something extraordinary. If he had harmed Fang Yun in the Holy Ruins, not even a Half-Saint could have avenged Fang Yun."
"So what if he has more tricks? The power of the Holy Ruins is exceptionally strong this year. Just the hundred of us entering the Holy Ruins will consume a huge amount of talent from the Holy Academy. If one Jinshi sneaks in, the talent consumed will be equal to the sum of the hundred people. Except for the Confucius Family and the six sub-saint families who are willing to forcibly send in Jinshi, none of the Ten Countries and Semi-saint families are willing to do so. The Evil King is a Hanlin, which is above the Jinshi. To enter the Holy Ruins, the power of all the Saint Families is needed. So there is no way he can get in!" said one person.
"Maybe there are other unconventional methods. We can't underestimate the world."
The curses gradually died down, but the evil king still sat firmly in Wuhou's chariot.
Those scholars whose literary rank was Hanlin or above all felt the vital energy of the evil king vibrating throughout his body, fighting against the power of being pointed at by thousands of people, and even heard the sound of the literary advisor moving slightly.
No matter how powerful the evil king is, it is extremely difficult for him to resist the condemnation of the people in Kongcheng.
Meng Li whispered, "Lin Tang, admit your mistake. No matter it's true or false, the thousands of people will no longer point fingers at you. Why bother to hold on?"
The evil king's eyes were like ice, and he said, "He is wrong for rejecting my favor and humiliating my Meng family with a lowly maid!"
Meng Linyu was about to persuade him, but he seemed to remember something and said immediately: "You are right! Fang Yun is a beast without moral principles. The Half-Saint Family is the leader of the human race. He will be punished by heaven for slandering us like this! I will definitely contact the people of the 'Rites Court' to criticize his nonsense that shakes the foundation of the human race!"
Meng Li immediately smiled and said, "Okay!"
Meng Linyu sneered and said, "Lintang, I think you overestimate Fang Yun."
"Oh?" The evil king looked at his brother, who was a Jinshi.
"Yesterday, at the Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Festival in Kongcheng, he was framed by the Gongyang family and the Liu family and was forced to write three poems in a row. Even if he is a genius, it is impossible for him to write very good poems today. Whether it is Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, Sun Naiyong or Zong Wude, they all have talents in Mingzhou. The four of them have been preparing for this Shengxu Literary Festival for several years, and they are definitely not inferior to Fang Yun!"
The evil king nodded.
Meng Li laughed and said, "Fang Yunwen's rank is too low. Even if he can write a poem to protect the country and obtain the Moonlight that surpasses everyone else, his strength in the Holy Ruins can only be ranked after the top ten. He is still a little worse than Yan Yukong and others. Unless he can write a poem that is known throughout the world, then the power of the Moonlight will be incomparably amazing, and he will be qualified to be on par with the top three. However, there is no way he can do it!"
The evil king's eyes swept over the candidates who were about to enter the Holy Ruins on the side of the platform, then passed by Fang Yun, and finally looked at the night sky. It seemed that there was still no one in this world that could catch his eye.
On the high platform, the MC smiled again. He said, "Please write poems on the theme of the Mid-Autumn Moon. The Sacred Ruins Literary Association has not produced any national poetry for nearly a hundred years. I hope you can make this year's Sacred Ruins Literary Association go down in history! Please!"
Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, Sun Naiyong and Fang Yun immediately walked to their respective desks. Only Zong Wude was stunned for a moment, then looked at the host with great resentment and grievance, and walked silently to his own desk.
Zong Wude walked while complaining in a low voice: "I knew that I would be unlucky to be on the same stage with Fang Yun! The first four have been introduced, and I am the only one left! The evil king deliberately made trouble to harm me, right? My literary reputation!"
Yan Yukong and others couldn't help but smile, and Fang Yun also smiled. Although the current number one person in the Za family, Zong Sheng, was Zong Wude's great-grandfather, and the Za family was targeting him, Zong Wude was not like those people who shouted for Fang Yun to be killed, and he did not have the slightest hostility.
The MC looked ashamed, but now that the five people were about to start writing, he couldn't interrupt them with his tongue, so he could only whisper, "Master Zong, I'm sorry, I really neglected it. When I let the adults appreciate it, I will definitely introduce you as a highlight."
"Then don't forget that I have been working hard for three years to achieve my literary fame today!" Zong Wude seemed very generous.
The five of them slowly ground the ink together, and the fragrance of the ink wafted into the air.
The night-shining pearl suspended above the platform dimmed again, and the entire platform became dim.
Everyone stared at the front of the five people, waiting to see how high their talents could reach.
Yan Yukong was the first to write, and his talent was revealed after only writing a few sentences.
The others wanted to start writing, but they all wanted to be the first to see the poems of this first-place winner of the Ten Kingdoms, so they didn't put pen to paper and just looked at it together.
Not long after, Yan Yukong stopped writing and the poem was completed. The orange talent hung on the paper, rushing over three feet and reaching three feet and four inches. The poem was completed in Mingzhou.
The ancient trees in the Confucius Academy began to shake their branches and their leaves fell.
There was thunderous cheers as everyone congratulated the talented man from Mingzhou.
Yan Yukong nodded slightly, then looked at the others and said, "I advise you to write in front of Fang Dong's pen."
Zong Wude recalled the tragic experience just now and said hurriedly: "Don't write it yet. If you write it first, others will forget about us! I owe you a favor!"
Sun Naiyong said: "My uncle just gave you two books, you can't burn the bridge after crossing the river."
Fang Yun smiled helplessly and said, "Then you guys write first, I'll wait."
At a table in the audience, there sat four people with extraordinary temperaments. They were the four great talents of this generation.
Ci Jun smiled and said, "Yin Jun, every time I see you, you look different. What is your name? But you seem to be very interested in Fang Yun. The three of us together will never be able to invite you."
Yinjun said nothing and looked at the stage.
Ci Jun didn't care and said to Shi Jun: "Huaijiang, you have always valued Fang Yun. What do you think his poetry can reach today? Mingzhou? Zhenguo?"
"I am Shi Jun, not Yi Jun, how can I calculate it? But at least he is Mingzhou." Shi Jun said.
Ci Jun smiled slightly. He turned his head to look at Shi Jun and said, "Jingdao, seeing Fang Yun and Xiong Jun have a feud, how do you feel when you three become enemies?"
Shi Jun rolled his eyes at Ci Jun and said, "Although Fang Yun and I have grievances, we cannot be called enemies. We are only competing with each other over literature. It is the evil Jun who threatened to take away my position as one of the four great talents with his mere position as a Hanlin, suppress my literary reputation, and block my path to sainthood. His outrageous words have gone beyond a literary competition. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is my enemy."
"Then the matter between you and Fang Yun must be resolved!" The smile on Ci Jun's face disappeared, and he said slowly.
Shijun looked at Cijun, sighed softly, and said: "You and I have known each other for many years, how could I not see through your intentions. I am the Shijun of the human race and the Shijun of Qing country. My disciple died because of him, and I can't let it go."
"Fang Yun's achievements must be higher than yours and mine. I don't want to see Fang Yun suffer because of you, or you suffer because of Fang Yun. If you don't make a decision today, I will make the decision." Ci Jun said.
Shijun remained silent, knowing that if she insisted on having her own way, their friendship would be completely broken.
Not long after, Shi Jun said solemnly: "If his poem becomes famous this time, it proves that he is just so-so, and I will continue to insist. If his poem becomes a national treasure, then all the previous grudges will be gone, and I will no longer embarrass him. If his poem becomes famous all over the world, it means that I am blind and should not suppress the literary reputation of such a great talent. I will apologize to him, and then guard Liangjie Mountain. I will never leave the mountain until I become a great scholar!"
"Okay! If you go to Liangjie Mountain, I will accompany you for the rest of your life! The poems we wrote are used against the monsters and barbarians to show our true masculinity! Even if the evil king has more talent than you and me, he is no better than an ant in my eyes!"
“You…” Shi Jun originally thought that his old friend valued profit over friendship because of Fang Yun’s rise, but after hearing these words, he realized that Ci Jun really wanted to resolve the grudge between him and Fang Yun, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
The poet was speechless. He raised his glass to the poet and drank it all in one gulp.
The poet also drank up the wine in his glass, heard the cheers, and looked towards the stage.
Zong Wude and the other two completed two poems and one poem, all of which were over three feet long, and all of them were from Mingzhou. The tree teachers in the academy shook more violently, and leaves fell like rain.
The four three-foot-high talents placed there had an extremely strong visual impact on the scholars in Kongcheng, and countless people cheered and praised them.
"Can I start writing?" Fang Yun asked.
"Wait another hundred breaths, I haven't heard enough of their cheers." Zong Wude smiled.
Fang Yun ignored Zong Wude, picked up his pen and started writing, steadily writing the title of the tune "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" at the beginning.
The four of them and the host immediately walked behind Fang Yun without caring about their image and stretched their necks to look.
Li Wenying stood up, Zu Yuanhe stood up, Li Fanming stood up, everyone in Jingguo stood up, the big rabbit also stood up, and then climbed onto Li Fanming's shoulders, with its two long ears standing straight up.
The rest of the guests remained seated.
Fang Yun picked up his pen and started writing.
When will the bright moon appear? I raise my wine glass and ask the sky.
The piece of paper under Fang's pen actually began to float up slowly. The talent on the paper did not surge up like the talent of others, but rolled and rose, as if a dragon of talent was about to soar into the sky. Then, a cloud-shaped talent emerged from under the paper.
"Talent becomes clouds! Paper hangs in the air! It is a sign of spreading throughout the world! I have only written two sentences and there are two strange visions. If the whole poem is completed, it will be too much!" The poet could not help but let out a low shout and stood up suddenly.
Even Lian Cijun was like this, and the others were even more excited.
The people of the Mohist School stood up, the people of the Military Saint Family stood up, the people of the Zu Family stood up… groups of guests stood up.
Even the Grand Secretary of the Kong family pushed his chair away and stood up, fearing that the chair would block him.
Hundreds of thousands of people stretched their necks as hard as they could, like baby birds waiting to be fed by their mother.
All the ancient trees in the Confucius Academy began to shake wildly. The tree masters were so crazy that the leaves were not falling but flying.
Fang Yun continued to write.
I don’t know what year it is in the palace of heaven. I want to ride the wind back, but I’m afraid it’s too cold up there. I dance with my shadow, but it doesn’t seem like I’m in the human world. (To be continued..)