The silver First Evil Moon suddenly shook, and cracks appeared all over its body, with flames emanating from the cracks.
Afterwards, the entire evil moon shrank rapidly, black and red swallowed up the silver, condensed into the size of a person, completely wrapped Fang Yun, and then exploded with a loud bang.
The entire Hundred Coffins Island shook slightly, and then a dazzling light exploded with Fang Yun as the center. Endless strong winds swept in all directions, and terrible shock waves spread continuously, sweeping across the world.
The power of heaven descends!
Emperor Bei Yi in the distance was like being hit by an invisible battering ram and kept retreating.
This is a power close to holy power.
Just this one strike could completely destroy an entire continent.
Amid the turbulent winds, Emperor Bei Yi looked towards where Fang Yun was.
At the same time, the Shengxingwen Conference in Shengyuan Continent is coming to an end.
Generally speaking, the literary meeting would end around midnight, but until the hour of Chou in the second half of the night, there was still no change in the Shengxing Literary Meeting.
Not only the scholars at the venue were thinking about how to chant Fang Yun, but human beings from all over the Shengyuan Continent were also thinking about it.
There was still an endless stream of poems appearing on the discussion board, all of which were praising Fang Yun.
There have always been poems and lyrics that took the opportunity to slander and denigrate Fang Yun, but they are like a drop in the ocean, drowned in the vast ocean of the people.
Although ninety-nine percent of this vast ocean is crude and ugly poetry.
At the beginning of the literary gathering, there were not many poems on the list. As the situation developed, non-literate people from all over the country realized that they could also write poetry, and things became unstoppable.
Scholars from all over the country gradually learned the main purpose of this literary gathering, and then tried their best to urge everyone to write poetry. As a result, an unprecedented enthusiasm appeared among the people, and the whole family, young and old, went to the academy or found scholars to present poems.
From children as young as five or six to the elderly in their seventies and eighties, there is everyone. Many people can't write poetry at all, but they can all make jingles. This has led to a large number of jingles on the discussion lists, and scholars from all over the country have become numb to it and are no longer surprised by it.
Many jingles do not follow the rhythm and tone format, but they have simple wisdom and beauty, and can still form a lot of talent.
The blazing sun of talent hanging high above Yueyang Academy of Literature is already a thousand feet high and is constantly rising. Its light has spread across the entire Shengyuan Continent.
It was not until the hour of Yin that the mood of the people everywhere was replaced by sleepiness, and the number of poems on the discussion list became fewer and fewer.
When the hour of Mao arrived, no one was writing poetry at the literary gathering.
After a night of reading, the scholars present not only did not look tired, but everyone even had a gleam of light in his eyes.
Because hundreds of holy apricots will be distributed to everyone next.
According to legend, if you eat one of these magical creatures, you can grow into a great scholar.
On the stage of the literary gathering, Li Wenying smiled and said, "Before the literary gathering, I discussed the details of this literary gathering with my colleagues. Most of us speculated that it would end between the Rat and the Ox. Who knew that the human races in various places would be so enthusiastic and have not stopped writing poems until now. The literary style of Shengyuan Continent is so prosperous, which is a blessing for the human race. I believe everyone can't wait, so the literary gathering can enter the final step, judging the poems and articles and distributing the holy apricots."
Many people cheered, but suddenly a young scholar from Qi State stood up and said in a loud voice: "I am a humble student who has admired Master Jianmei for many years. I have come here from afar just to read Master Jianmei's masterpiece. Why did Master Jianmei not write any poems until the end of the literary gathering? I wonder if Master Jianmei can no longer write poems, or if, as the rumors say, he has a bad relationship with Fang Xusheng? I hope Master Jianmei can show his poetic talent so that we can appreciate the elegance of the Eagle of Jing State!"
Before Li Wenying opened his mouth, many scholars began to agree.
Among them, the majority are from Qing country.
However, most people present looked at the Jinshi from Qi State, and almost everyone realized that the man had an unclear relationship with Qing State, and might even be a spy planted by Qing State in Qi State.
At this time, some prestigious university scholars and great scholars in Qing Kingdom also echoed the sentiment.
"Mr. Jianmei, I think you should not refuse."
"Brother Wen Ying, don't you want to lend a helping hand to Fang Yun?"
"This beautiful scenery is just missing a poem from you."
The people of Qing were in a position to force the emperor to abdicate, and the people of Jing did not know how to fight back for a moment. They certainly could not let Li Wenying write poetry at this time, but if they told them, in case Li Wenying wanted to write poetry again, it would become a joke.
The scholars of high literary status in various countries all looked towards the seats of Qing Kingdom, and more than half of them fixed their eyes on one of them.
Ji Anchang, the former number one scholar of Qing State and now a great scholar, once dominated the Jing State with his poetry.
At this time, Ji Anchang said nothing, but just smiled and sipped his tea.
Zong Xueyan said at the side: "Mr. Jianmei, now so many scholars want you to write poems, but they don't slander Fang Yun, so please don't kill them!"
Many people of Jing were dissatisfied with this, but since Li Wenying had not spoken, they could not make a conclusion and could only curse the people of Qing for being despicable.
Li Wenying looked at the clamoring people of Qing with a calm look.
After the voices died down, Li Wenying nodded slightly and said, "I am the host of this literary gathering. I don't want to compose a poem on the spot. I just want to present it to Fang Yun after the gathering. However, since you all want me to compose a poem in advance, I will compose a poem on the spot for you all. Of course, I have received the Holy Apricot from Fang Yun, so I will not compete with you for a place in this literary gathering. Bring your pen!"
Clouds gathered and dispersed over the Academy of Literature, and the sky was dim and bright.
A thought from a great scholar can turn spring rain into snow or even cause snow to fall in midsummer.
Someone from the audience immediately carried a table and four writing tools and hurried over.
All the scholars in the audience held their breath and kept silent; even the sound of wind blowing through the apricot leaves could be heard clearly.
Countless people of Qing were smiling, as if they were going to watch a good show.
But the people of Jing are the opposite. Each one is more nervous than the other, yet more expectant than the other.
Before Fang Yun became famous, Li Wenying was the hope of Jingguo. Everyone hoped that Li Wenying would be the next Chen Sheng and fill the gap that might appear in Jingguo next.
Li Wenying did not disappoint everyone and walked step by step on the path of sainthood. Even when Fang Yun suddenly appeared, it did not obscure his brilliance.
Unfortunately, everyone knows that Li Wenying is unparalleled in literary warfare, but his poetry has always been considered the best, and he has never been able to take the lead among the entire human race.
Scholars from all over the human race are often ranked according to their literary status and literary talent, but Li Wenying has never been among the top ten.
A desk was placed in front of Li Wenying, and a Yueyang official was helping to grind ink.
Li Wenying did not hold a pen, but calmly scanned the meeting room.
His sword-like eyebrows make him look even sharper.
"The literary gathering is about to end. After Li's poems are finished, they will be distributed. I wonder if the scholars of Qing Country have any other opinions? Please tell me all of them and I will accept them all!"
In the conference hall, countless people took a deep breath. The domineering Li Wenying was back again.
Many scholars in Qing Kingdom were so frightened that they dared not even breathe, fearing that whatever Li Wenying saw would become a thorn in his side.
Zong Xueyan said with a smile: "Since this literary gathering is about reciting Fang Yun, anyone can come forward as long as it has not ended. Perhaps, after the appearance of Jianmei Gong's poems, it can inspire the literary thoughts of everyone present, and produce poems that can protect the country and even spread throughout the world. Why not?"
Li Wenying nodded slightly and said, "Then I will throw out some ideas, and you guys should take them!"
The sound was not loud, but it was like the sound of thunder.