All Qing people entered this article filled with righteous indignation. Their blood boiled at the beginning, but the more they read, the more they felt something was wrong, and by the end their faces turned red.
Those who are thin-skinned will just back out and pretend nothing happened.
He was so shameless and unreasonable, and kept questioning, which eventually forced the great scholars to come out and prove their facts.
"I am in the Blood Mang Realm, just out of the Star Gate. I am just a newly promoted great scholar, not worth mentioning. I am about to participate in a breeding literary meeting of the great scholar level in the Blood Mang Realm. Time is short, so let me briefly talk about the role of Fang Sheng..."
"As a worker who once worked with Fang Sheng on researching new looms, I have something to say..."
"I just returned from the Blood Mang Realm. I haven't slept for many days. I will just tell you about the situation of the herbs in the Blood Mang Realm..."
Soon, this article became almost as attractive as Fang Yun's.
At first, the great scholars just talked about it briefly, but later they became more and more addicted and began to explain in great detail in their replies various new crops, new technologies, new drugs, etc.
Many of the replies were already qualified to be published in "The Holy Way", causing scholars of low literary rank to be very excited and to take notes non-stop.
As a result, no one from Qing dared to respond.
All the people of Qing who dared to respond stood on Fang Yun's side.
Scholars from all over the human race originally believed that Fang Yun had outstanding military achievements, but when they saw that all the great scholars had become "Fang fans", they realized how big a mistake the author of the article had made.
Later it was discovered that the author of the article wanted to delete it but was blocked on the grounds that the saints were paying attention.
After the news spread, everyone could imagine how embarrassed the old Hanlin's expression was at that time.
This article and Fang Yun's article were circulated throughout the human race at the same time. More and more people were convinced by Fang Yun. Even those who had previously thought that Fang Yun's killing of Qing Jun was too cruel now began to understand Fang Yun.
When the morning sun fell on the Shengyuan Continent, Fang Yun had already stepped into Ao Zhou and returned to the Xuemang Realm to continue celebrating the New Year with his family.
On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Fang Yun officially participated in the canonization ceremony and left Ao Zhou in the Blood Mang Realm.
However, Fang Yun requested that everything be kept simple, so only a few scholars from the Holy Academy witnessed this small-scale canonization ceremony of the human race.
In view of the mess that happened last time, this canonization ceremony was hosted entirely by the Li Hall, and the people in the East Saint Pavilion could only watch from afar.
After the canonization ceremony, all the saints should have gathered to discuss the new sainthood, but Wang Jinglong and Chen Qingzhi were recuperating from their injuries, and Zong Moju was unable to come out, so the new sainthood discussion was temporarily cancelled.
After the canonization ceremony was over, Fang Yun, led by the great scholar Wu Jiu from the Hall of Rites, came to an independent courtyard in the Holy Academy.
It is surrounded by gray walls and covered with black tiles. The vermilion gate is open. Through the gate, you can see rockery, flowing water, lotus pond and long corridor, which is a garden scene.
Such large garden residences are rare in the city, and even rarer on Daofeng Mountain.
Only semi-saints are allowed to stay here.
Fang Yun stood at the door, looking at the black plaque without words on the gate.
Wu Jiu smiled and said, "Your Majesty Fang Sheng, according to the rules, you must rename this residence before entering."
Fang Yun nodded, raised his right hand and waved it in the air, and two large yellow characters appeared on the plaque.
Imperial land.
After the opening of Dragon City, the name of Emperor Tu spread throughout the world. Wu Jiu had heard of this name and thought to himself that this new saint was truly extraordinary and worthy of being the chief of all saints.
Fang Yun stepped in, while Wu Jiu and others left.
Fang Yun walked around the Imperial Courtyard and found that it was not much different from the residences outside, except that the rooms were exceptionally large and spacious, and not suitable for living.
This is the safest place for humans.
Finally, Fang Yun entered the study.
Ordinary desks, ordinary wooden chairs, ordinary bookshelves, and ordinary four treasures of the study are all common items made by Kongcheng merchants.
Everything is new.
Fang Yun took a quick glance and all the furniture in the house disappeared. In the blink of an eye, a large number of stationery and furniture appeared, which were completely different from what was there before.
The surface of the new stationery furniture has a faint white glow, just like a jade that has been played with for more than a hundred years.
Fang Yun sat on the new chair and closed his eyes to rest.
Soon, there was a barely perceptible vibration in the air of the Imperial Courtyard, no louder than the wind caused by a mosquito.
Fang Yun opened his eyes and looked at the door.
An old man in a blue robe walked in.
The old man had an ordinary round face with few wrinkles. At first glance, he looked no more than 40 or 50 years old, but if you looked closely, you would find that he was extremely old. The hem of his blue robe seemed to have faded because he had worn it for too long, and the hairpin on his head was worn out and turned black.
There was a thick fog in the old man's eyes, and his pupils and whites could not be seen, as if countless living creatures were living in the fog.
He held two jade balls in his left hand, and as he moved his fingers lightly, the jade balls slowly turned.
What was different from ordinary people was that his two jade balls were rotating at a constant speed and never stopped, which was extremely strange.
The half-saint of Shu Kingdom, Mi Fengdian.
Mi Fengdian's holy body descended, but without any holy power, he looked no different from an ordinary old man.
Fang Yun stood up slightly and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Mr. Fengdian, you have seen through the dust and fog."
Mi Fengdian looked at Fang Yun, his face expressionless, as stiff as a wood sculpture, but his voice was extremely gentle, making people feel like spring breeze.
"It is I who should be congratulating you. You have broken through the dust and fog and reached the peak. All the worlds are illuminated, leaving me far behind." Mi Fengdian praised Fang Yun sincerely.
Fang Yun smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Fengdian, you are too polite. Please take a seat."
“Nice chair.”
Mi Fengdian sat opposite Fang Yun and actually stretched out his withered right hand to carefully feel for the handle.
Like touching beautiful jade.
There was no chair like this in his study.
No living half-saint has such a good chair.
Such chairs can only be found in a few of the former residences of saints.
Fang Yun smiled slightly. He had heard that Mi Fengdian liked to collect stationery, and today he saw that it was indeed true.
Fang Yun glanced around and saw a tea tray and tea set appear on the table. The water in the kettle instantly boiled and flew into the air. He tilted it slightly and the boiling water fell into the teapot. The teapot then flew up automatically and poured tea for the two of them.
The tea mist is like fire and the tea fragrance is overwhelming.
Mi Fengdian reached out and picked up the teacup in front of him, first took a sip to savor it carefully, and then drank it in one gulp.
“Good tea!”
He still doesn't have such good things.
Fang Yun also picked up the teacup and savored it carefully.
The two of them didn't say anything, just drank the magic tea.
After drinking the third pot, Mi Fengdian reluctantly put down the divine tea whose fragrance had faded, and said, "I am here for both public and private reasons. You are the new saint, and you will be the chief examiner for this year's imperial examination. Yunsheng and I will each send our incarnations to help you. This year's imperial examination will benefit from the more prosperous literary stars, and the number of admissions will increase. We will use the Confucius Literature World to connect the holy temples in various places, so that thousands of students can enter the Confucius Literature World. The rest of the details are the same as in previous years. Of course, you are the chief examiner and can make changes as appropriate."
"Without public opinion, Fang is already the chief examiner?" Fang Yun's eyes moved slightly and looked at Mi Fengdian.
Mi Fengdian slowly turned the two jade balls in his left hand, nodded gently, and said, "Last year, I was the chief examiner. This year, I will appoint the person, unless the saints decide to overturn it."
"Based on what you said, the number of places for admission of students this year will increase by 20% of the total number." Fang Yun said.
"Oh?" The mist in Mi Fengdian's eyes began to flow rapidly.
"These 20% are all for women."
A hint of blood appeared on Mi Fengdian's face, which was as dry as tree bark.