The great scholar of the fifth realm is Wen Zong.
Not to mention in a small place like Haiya Ancient Land, in the Shengyuan Continent, they are all big figures who can run rampant for a while.
Even more so, if a country's Emperor Wenzong opposed the decree of his own monarch, the monarch would at least temporarily withdraw it, and announce it again when the right time comes, or even change or abandon it completely.
Semi-saints are too lofty and literary masters are too rare, so in the eyes of most scholars, the literary leader of their country is Wenzong.
In front of the Haiya Holy Temple, the master of a country's literati was slapped away by Fang Yun.
“You…” Wen Zong originally thought that he could stop the body with his talent and the vitality of heaven and earth, but Fang Yun had already taken control of the Holy Temple and directly sealed off the Wen Palace.
As a result, the great Emperor Wenzong fell face down on the ground as if he was powerless, with a bruised face and blood flowing out.
The scholars present were stunned for a moment, especially those near Fang Yun, who all felt that Fang Yun had just exuded an unusual aura.
Like an emperor or a king, his eyes and eyebrows are full of holy majesty.
No one expected Fang Yun to get so angry, but after thinking about it carefully, they suddenly realized.
Fang Yun is not only a virtual saint, but also the master of politics!
What is politics
Restraining the ruler and his subjects, and governing the people, is the most hegemonic and holy way of mankind.
To offend Fang Yun is to offend the entire political system, which is like a criminal offending the ruler of a country. If Fang Yun compromises and tolerates, how can he be the ruler of the political system
So, it’s not that Fang Yun is intolerant, but that Zheng Dao does not tolerate any sand in his eyes!
"Who are you..." Wen Zong had a mouth full of broken teeth and blood, and his speech was unclear. He lay on the ground and dared not move. He just looked at Fang Yun angrily.
But a moment later, he hurriedly touched the official seal beside him, obviously reading the letter.
After getting familiar with it, he froze in place.
After Jing Liren sent the letter to his uncle Wen Zong, he continued to half-kneel on the ground and said helplessly: "Fang Xusheng, I hope you can forgive my uncle's sin. You have seen that he has been cultivating in front of the fragment of Wenquxing and does not know your identity. As the saying goes, ignorance is not a sin."
"From now on, he should never set foot in the Holy Academy again!"
Fang Yun ignored Wen Zong.
Everyone in Haiya Ancient Land felt choked when they heard this.
The reason why Haiya Ancient Land does not want to be affected by the Holy Academy but has to connect with the Holy Academy every once in a while is mainly because it wants to exchange a large amount of resources from the Holy Academy, the most important of which is the various holy places for cultivation that can improve one's realm.
For Jing Wenzong, entering the holy land of the Holy Academy to practice is his next inevitable step.
However, Fang Yun's words ruined his future.
Fang Yun's status is too high. Now that he said that, even if Jing Wenzon went to the Holy Academy, he would be driven away with an excuse.
“How can this be…” The Wen Zong of the Jing family did not dare to fight back, but sat on the ground muttering to himself.
Fang Yun said: "If you want to blame someone, blame this Jing Yuanhu of yours." After saying that, Fang Yun looked down at Jing Yuanhu who was kneeling in front of him.
The expression on Jing Yuan Hu's face changed constantly, showing fear, shame, anger, etc., while at the same time he tried hard to hide the madness and hatred.
Jing Yuanhu was born into a family of genius and the only candidate for the future head of the Jing family. How could he have ever been insulted like this!
At this time, among the three great scholars who were originally practicing near the fragments of Wenquxing, one went to help Jing Wenzong, and the other two came closer.
One of them had gray hair, was thin and dark, had a goat-horn beard, and had a pair of triangular eyes. He smiled a little strangely. He bowed to Fang Yun and said, "I am Mi Yuanhuan, an old man, nice to meet Fang Xusheng."
The other one had lost all his hair, had only half of his teeth left, and his lips were dry and sunken. He took the pipe away from his mouth, also bowed, and said calmly: "I am Jing Chengxi, nice to meet Fang Xusheng."
When Fang Yun heard the name, his expression changed slightly.
These two people are extremely famous for their literary talents even in Shengyuan Continent. Both of them are over 90 years old. They first came to Shengyuan Continent from the ancient land of Haiya more than 60 years ago to communicate with human scholars.
As a result, Mi Yuanhuan amazed everyone with his painting and calligraphy skills and surpassed his peers, while Jing Chengxi was even more extraordinary. He gained magical powers from the Eternal Sand, and all of his self-created war poems were extremely powerful. He even wrote a war poem that was passed down from generation to generation by the Hanlin Academy.
The two of them went to Shengyuan Continent every few years, and each time they were able to surpass their peers. After they became university scholars, they began to cultivate themselves and stopped competing with other scholars. Only then did their literary reputation gradually fade.
Fang Yun took a closer look and found that the aura of both of them were at the peak of literary power. In the near future, perhaps with the arrival of the Era of Emperors, they would be promoted to literary masters.
In fact, the power of the Wen Zong in various parts of the human race is now skyrocketing, proving that the era of the emperors was real.
"I have long admired the two heroes of Haiya. I was just looking at the fragments of Wenquxing at the door just now. You two had your backs to me, so I was unable to recognize you." Fang Yun answered politely.
Everyone noticed that the expressions and tones of both parties were a little strange.
The atmosphere in front of the holy temple turned cold.
When Jing Yuanhu saw Jing Chengxi, his eyes turned red and he choked up and said, "Third Grandfather, I have admitted my mistake, but..."
Jing Chengxi looked at Jing Yuanhu with a kind look, nodded, and said: "Our Jing family is not unreasonable. You killed the water tribe because you were ignorant of the truth. You should admit your fault and negotiate with the water tribe later. You should compensate them according to your due compensation. You have offended Fang Xusheng with your words. You have knelt down and admitted your fault. You can stand up now! There has never been a disciple in our Jing family who could not stand up from his knees in the ancient land of Haiya!"
At the end of his speech, Jing Chengxi's tone became increasingly cold.
"Yes, Third Grandpa!" Jing Yuanhu didn't even look at Fang Yun. He just stood up and stood behind Jing Chengxi, with his head lowered and his fists clenched.
Jing Chengxi looked at Fang Yun, took a puff of his pipe, squinted his eyes, showed a kind smile, and said: "Fang Xusheng, the Jing family made a mistake, and we admit our guilt and punishment. However, please return the fragment of Wenquxing to the Haiya Alliance!"
As Jing Chengxi spoke, he slowly took out a round jade pendant from his waist and fumbled with it slowly, as if it was a habit accumulated over many years.
The moment they touched the jade pendant, everyone felt that Jing Chengxi's aura had changed.
If Jing Chengxi looked like an old man of some status before, now he looked like an old but majestic beast.
That jade pendant has divine power!
The holy temple cannot suppress his aura!
Jing Yuanhu lowered his head, his eyes fell on the jade pendant, and the corners of his mouth curved into a thin arc.
Fang Yun said, "Is there any law in the universe that stipulates that this Wenquxing fragment belongs to you? If I remember correctly, this Wenquxing fragment first fell into the Mermaid Sea, which belongs to the sea area under the jurisdiction of the Mermaids. This item should be kept by Wenxing Longjue, the current master of the Haiya Water Tribe, that is, me."
Jing Chengxi smiled and said, "You remembered it wrongly. The area where the fragments of Wenquxing fell has long been owned by the Haiya Alliance."
"Not now." Fang Yun said naturally.
Jing Chengxi was not angry. He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at Fang Yun calmly, and said firmly and forcefully: "In our Haiya Ancient Land, there is no politics! Fang Xusheng, perhaps in Shengyuan Continent, no one can disobey you, but in Haiya Ancient Land, you must follow the rules of the Haiya Alliance!"