The Fang family is a famous family in Dayuan Prefecture with a prominent status. After Fang Yun and others landed in the yard, there was no panic in the Fang family and the reception was well organized.
Everyone entered the main hall, sat down at two tables, and ate and chatted together.
Because Fang Yun will take the imperial examination the next day, everyone gave up drinking and went to Fang Shouye's study after dinner to drink tea and discuss papers.
Starting from "Three Tombs", "Five Classics", "Eight Ropes" and "Nine Hills", they talked about searching for ancient secrets, telling anecdotes from all walks of life, talking about the nature of monsters and barbarians, discussing scriptures and articles, and almost everything else. Fang Yun was not inferior to these people in terms of his understanding of the Holy Way, but he was not inferior to them in other aspects, and they talked very happily.
Nearing midnight, Fang Yun got up to rest, and the small literary gathering ended.
Led by the servants of the Fang family, Fang Yun came to his guest room. The book box was placed intact on the desk, but he did not move. He undressed and got on the bed.
Fang Yun looked down at the Mist Butterfly in his arms. The little thing still hadn't woken up, and its shape had changed as well, sticking to Fang Yun's chest like a tattoo.
"Maybe he ate too much holy fruit."
Fang Yun shook his head, then lay down on the bed, quickly recited the important books of the saints in his mind, and then slowly fell asleep.
The sky was getting light, roosters were crowing, and Fang Yun got up.
After putting on his clothes, Fang Yun used his power from swallowing multiple dragon balls to summon a handful of water and splashed it on his face.
Fang Yun's strength increased and he had already reached the state of being untainted by dust. The water used to wash his face was still clean and was pushed away by an invisible force and fell to the ground.
Fang Yun opened the door, stretched his body in the yard, and then returned to the house. Just like before going to bed, he went over all the important books in his mind, and at the same time quickly reread his own poems, classics and policy essays.
After doing all this, it was already dawn.
Li Fanming sent a letter to ask where Fang Yun was. They had already arrived at Dayuan Mansion and were going to send Fang Yun to the exam together. At the same time, he told them a good news that they had been practicing in Wudao River for many days and had made significant improvements in all aspects.
Especially in terms of literary courage, it is extremely difficult for scholars to improve their literary courage, but the Comet Corridor is extremely powerful. A few people are expected to enter the second level of literary courage within three years. Yan Yukong successfully entered the second level of literary courage yesterday.
Fang Yun agreed to meet there, which was not far from the State Academy of Arts.
After a while, the servant of the Fang family came to ask Fang Yun to have breakfast. Fang Yun thanked him and left.
Walking into the courtyard outside the main hall, Fang Yun heard the people inside having a heated discussion.
Fang Yun took a careful look and found that almost everyone was holding a newly published copy of "The Holy Way" or "Literary Newspaper" in their hands. The scent of ink from the pages was so strong that it could be smelled from a long distance away.
"Fang Wenhou is here!"
"Fang Twelve is here!"
"Greetings to Fang Wenba!" Dong Wencong said half-jokingly.
Fang Yun was a little confused. When did he get the nicknames "Fang Twelve" and "Fang Wenba"
Fang Yun noticed that everyone was laughing very happily, and asked, "What's the big news in today's "Holy Way" or "Literary Newspaper"
"If we get rid of you, it won't be a big deal. Just look at the front page of Wen Bao for yourself!" Dong Wencong looked at Fang Yun with great envy and threw Wen Bao to Fang Yun.
Fang Yun reached out to catch it. He looked at the front page first.
"The Mad King Fang Yun wrote the "Sacred Way", and his twelve articles shocked the world!"
Fang Yun couldn't help shaking his head and chuckled. "Wen Bao" was different from "Sheng Dao". Sheng Dao was an academic journal. It emphasized seriousness and truthfulness, while "Wen Bao" was aimed at everyone in Shengyuan Continent, and the titles were always shocking.
"Take another look at the catalog of The Holy Way and read the poetry section." Feng Zimo handed over today's The Holy Way.
Fang Yun took it and flipped to the table of contents. He saw that the signature behind the first eleven articles was "Fang Yun".
"Why are there only eleven articles?" Fang Yun asked.
"You see, I knew he was not satisfied! Only eleven articles? He's just showing off!" Dong Wencong said.
"Your score for 'General's Order' is at the back. It adds up to exactly twelve pieces! There has never been one before, and there will never be one after. The scholars of the ten countries must have gone mad."
"We all hope that there will be another Holy Ruins, so that you can write so many good poems again."
"Look, there are the scores of 'Looking at the Moon and Thinking of the Distant', 'Sighing for Chang'e', 'The Moon over the Passing Mountains', 'Dreaming of a Battle in the Wind and Rain', 'The Soaring Tree', 'Pine and Stone', 'Green Pine', 'Ode to the Pine', 'Remembering the Qin People', 'Night Attack', 'Song of Water Melody', and the last
"The literary tyrant Fang Twelve, his fame spreads across the world!" Feng Zimo couldn't help laughing.
The others also laughed. It was obviously not appropriate to use words like "domineering" or "crazy" to describe people, but they seemed to sound pleasing to the ear when used to describe Fang Yun.
"Stop making fun of me."
"How can this be called a joke? After your August 'Sacred Way' became famous throughout the world with the poems 'Tenglong' and 'Magpie Bridge Fairy', a few writers from Qing and Wu said that was your last glory, just a flash in the pan, and that your September 'Sacred Way' would definitely be dull. But you are so good, first you shined at the Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Conference in the Holy Ruins, then you dominated the entire state of Qing with your writing, and today you have monopolized 12 articles of 'Sacred Way', giving those people a lesson they will never forget."
"Every month, someone will curse you for being out of ideas, but every month you can make them shut up. It's so satisfying!"
"Now the people of the Ten Nations will definitely not believe those people's lies. You may keep a low profile in the future, but we believe that you will rise in the end! If Wen Ba succeeds once in the "Holy Way", there will definitely be a second time!"
"Yes. If there is Fang Twelve, there must be Fang Thirteen! Fang Fourteen!"
"We are waiting for your next song to be spread all over the world!" Feng Zimo said.
"No, we are waiting for the shocking article!"
Lu Hongyi, who held the highest official position, had remained silent the entire time, but when he heard the end, he could not help but nod slightly.
"Thank you all!" Fang Yun felt warm in his heart.
"Okay, have breakfast quickly, and then go to take part in the imperial examination. Don't let today's honor go to your head!" Dong Wencong was all smiles, unable to suppress the joy in his heart.
"Of course." Fang Yun was still a little excited. The honor of "Holy Way" among the twelve poems and essays was even higher than that of the candidates in front of the emperor.
"Your hometown in Ji County will have a new memorial archway, and it will be a twelve-story archway! The best in the world!"
“I can’t wait to go and see it.”
Dong Wencong smiled and said, "Speaking of memorial archways, let me tell you an interesting story. After Fang Yun was awarded the title of Saint-Pre-Sage, in early April, the imperial court and the Holy Academy sent a team of people to help him build a memorial archway. After the construction was completed, some people returned to Kongcheng, and some returned to the capital. On the first day of May, the new "Sacred Way" came down, and a memorial archway had to be built. The original team had to return. At the end of May, the new memorial archway was completed, and they went home again, but they were still halfway and had to return to Ji County to continue building the memorial archway. By the end of June, they had learned their lesson and did not leave. Sure enough, you still had something to write about the Holy Way. Now the Holy Academy and the Ministry of Works have specially approved that the team of people to live in Ji County permanently. They will build a memorial archway for you every month, and they will rotate once a year."
"Is this true?" Yu Xingshu asked.
Fang Yun nodded helplessly and said, "What Lord Dong said is true. Magistrate Cai He once sent me a letter telling me about this. In their spare time, those people also helped design and build the buildings around Wudao River."
"Interesting." A smile finally appeared on Lu Hongyi's face, which had never smiled for thousands of years.
Feng Zimo smiled and said, "After the publication of the Holy Way today, those who designed the archways and the craftsmen will probably hate Fang Wenhou to death. The requirements for each archway are different, and because they are required to last for a thousand years, the construction must be meticulous. They may not be able to complete it in less than three months."
"If it were me, I'd be angry too. Fang Yun's Second Model of Scholars, Second Four Boasts, City Banquet Festival, etc. all require archways to be built. It will take more than three months. It may not be completed even after four months!"
Dong Wencong said, "You are not in charge of a region. I don't know the details, but the court has issued an order to upgrade the memorial archway in Fangyun. All memorial archways are to be built to the standard of lasting for three thousand years, and the requirements for the carving of the memorial archways are also higher. The old ones have to be rebuilt, and an additional team of people have been sent."
"Fang Twelve has done a lot of harm to people!" Fang Shouye joked.
Everyone chatted and laughed and finished their breakfast happily.
After breakfast, Mrs. Fang called Fang Yun aside and took out a basket with some non-perishable food in it for Fang Yun to try for three days. There were simple foods such as water, steamed buns, dried meat, and bacon.
Fang Yun thanked Mrs. Fang and put them away one by one.
When the time came, everyone went out with Fang Yun and took several carriages to the academy.
Fang Yun originally wanted to review his homework in the car, but it was too noisy outside, so he simply gave up reviewing.
Fang Yun discovered that Dayuan Prefecture was exceptionally lively today, comparable to the city banquet festival in Yuhai Prefecture a few days ago. Every time he passed a street, he would see Dayuan citizens walking towards the Academy of Literature with their families.
"Let's go see Fang Zhenguo!" Many children jumped up and down excitedly.
"My mother said that if I take a look at Fang Zhenguo, I can become a scholar!"
"Hehe, my mother said that if I take a look at Fang Zhenguo, I can become a juren."
"Stop bragging. Just look at me. Even if I become Fang Zhenguo's godson, I can't become a juren."
"Mom, he scolded me, woooo..." The seven-year-old child burst into tears in the street.
The adults nearby laughed.
The carriage was moving slower and slower because there were too many people heading towards the Academy of Literature.
Fang Yun shook his head, thinking that it was a good thing that he was afraid of the crowds on Wenyuan Street, so he asked Yan Yukong and others to wait for him. If they had waited at the entrance of Wenyuan, the two sides would probably not have met at all.
Not long after, the car pulled up to the side. Fang Yun looked out of the window and saw that half of the street was completely blocked.
Fang Yun didn't know what was going on, so he gestured to a familiar bookstore clerk outside the window and asked, "What's going on over there?"
The guy was stunned for a moment, pointed at Fang Yun, his face flushed, and he was speechless.
Fang Yun was about to say something when the waiter shouted, "Fang Yun is here!" After he shouted, the waiter was stunned and slapped himself.
Swish, swish, swish…
Seven ancient swords were placed on the servant's neck.
The man was so scared that his legs went limp. He explained with a sad face, "Don't kill me, I'm one of us! Those people were waiting for Fang Yun, I was stupid for a moment and shouted. I... I'm a good citizen for three generations, Lord Fang... Lord Wenhou knows me! If you don't believe me, ask him!"
Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, gentlemen. I do know this person, and he shouldn't be a rebellious scholar."
The bookshop clerk swore solemnly, "The whole family of the traitor will be killed! The whole clan of the demon will be killed!"
"Where is Fang Yun?" The people in front of the door rushed over in a mighty manner.
Fang Yun held his forehead with his hand. (To be continued...)