In the Mingyue Tower in Xun County, not everyone admitted their mistakes. Some people held their heads high, with only anger in their eyes, not panic.
These people were all from the Xun family, including two Hanlin scholars, seven Jinshi scholars and more than twenty Juren scholars.
"You are useless! Just a mere recitation of Fang Yun and Tian Yi actually scared you into this state!"
The Hanlin who was the first to admit his fault said, "We are not from the Xun family and do not have the protection of the Sub-Sage, so we can only do this. Even if you are from the Xun family, not everyone may have the protection of the Xun Saint."
After saying this, the Hanlin left quickly.
"Nonsense! The power of Xun Zu is spread throughout Xun County. Even a semi-saint cannot fly here. How can a mere recitation of heaven's will harm anyone in our Xun family?" said the Hanlin of the Xun family.
The eyes of those Jinshi of the Xun family flickered, while those Juren of the Xun family looked panicked.
"Sixth Uncle, this kind of thing has never happened in the Xun family. Ancestor Xun will definitely protect you as a Hanlin, but can he protect us, the Juren?"
Uncle Xun said in a deep voice: "Back then, a great demon king who was eager for revenge brought the bloody incarnation of the demon saint and wanted to rush into my Xun County to kill people. He was killed before he even entered the city gate! If Fang Yunwen had obtained the guidance of five or even six rainbows, the power of the will of heaven would be extremely strong. The power of Xun Zu might not guarantee that you would pass the imperial examination, but the guidance of three rainbows is not something that my Xun family would take seriously!"
"Sixth Uncle is right!" Everyone in the Xun family agreed.
Ji Mengxian said on the side: "The recitation of the will of heaven is not a situation where you must be killed, nor does it mean that you must die if you are not as good as others. As long as you understand the meaning, you can read the whole text without being punished! I admit that I, Ji Mengxian, cannot write an article that can be evaluated by the Holy Pen, but I don't believe that I can't even understand the article of a mere scholar!"
"Brother Ji is really talented, and you deserve to be the top scorer in the high school last year! In fact, an article at the level of Sanhong Jieyin may be difficult for others, but it may not be difficult for you, Brother Ji."
"I will never bow my head!"
"We must fight Fang Yun to the end, otherwise he will think that there is no one in Qing Kingdom!" A Jinshi said this but found out that he had spoken wrongly. As a Jinshi, he actually used the word "fight" to deal with a Juren, which really destroyed his prestige.
A young Xun family scholar snorted coldly. "Fang Yun is a fool. He thinks he can do whatever he wants with the Saint Pen rating. He is really a frog in the well! Those semi-saint families may require the head of the family to personally offer sacrifices to the saint to gain power, but we are a sub-saint family. The depth of our foundation is far beyond the imagination of Fang Yun, a nouveau riche!"
"Okay, stop talking, you look more like a nouveau riche than Fang Yun!" Uncle Xun glared at his nephew. As a Hanlin, although he didn't like Fang Yun, he didn't want to see his own son being so arrogant.
After saying that, Uncle Xun Six glanced out the window, a trace of regret flashed across his eyes. He originally didn't want to host this literary gathering to attack Fang Yun, but in order to gain the attention of the elders of the Xun family, he had to personally go to the battle, even at the cost of his reputation. Who could have thought that this would be the result? After today, the literary reputation of the Xun family and Qing country will be reduced by at least 10%, which is more serious than suppressing a state.
Suddenly, Uncle Xun Liu felt cold all over, and then he felt a familiar warm force enveloping him, dispelling the chill.
Sixth Uncle Xun glanced at everyone hurriedly, and saw the young scholar who had just called Fang Yun a fool shouted, "Sixth Uncle, help me..." Then he closed his mouth, his eyes were dull, and he did not move.
"Not good!" Uncle Xun exclaimed.
The Hanlin of Xun's family and the six Jinshi were all covered by a layer of faint white light. But the others who did not make a mistake were not so lucky. Most of the candidates of Xun's family fell into a daze, and one Jinshi was the same as these candidates.
Not only the Xun family. Some people who had just hoped for luck and did not admit their mistakes were also stunned, including last year's Qingguo No. 1 Scholar Ji Mengxian.
Dozens of people kept vomiting blood, and the ground was stained red with a large amount of blood.
"Fang Yun!" Uncle Xun cried out in grief, his eyes wide open.
A Jinshi from the Xun family suddenly had tears in his eyes. He knelt down facing the direction of the Xunzi Temple and shouted loudly: "Xun Zu! Have you given up on my Xun family members? Please help me, Xun Zu! I am willing to give up my Wen Dan Wen Gong to protect the rest of the Xun family members."
An astonishing scene occurred. The white light on the body of the Xun family scholar disappeared. However, there was no change in those who were trapped in the recitation of the will of heaven. They continued to vomit blood.
Afterwards, this Jinshi from the Xun family was so absorbed in reciting the text that he was inspired by Heaven's Will that he soon began to vomit blood.
All sober people are terrified!
This is Xun County, the fief of the Xun family. Not far away is Xunzi's temple and his former residence. Inside is the literary world created after Xunzi's death. But here, the power left by Xunzi actually abandoned the descendants of the main family!
Uncle Xun sighed, looked at the old scholar with tears in his eyes, and said, "You are confused! It is right to save relatives and friends, but there is a time limit! Since the Xun family is wrong, they should be punished. The power of Xun Zu protected us because of our blood relationship, but you, a mere Jinshi, don't know what is good for you. You keep making mistakes. How can Xun Zu continue to protect you?"
Uncle Xun Liu walked out in a daze, constantly wiping his tear-stained face with his long sleeves.
Those who were awake were so frightened that they dared not move. In the originally bustling Mingyue Tower, more than forty people stood there in a daze, constantly vomiting blood. It was bloody and weird.
"boom… "
There was a sudden loud explosion from the head of a scholar. The man opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. Then his two eyeballs flew out, blood spurted out of his eye sockets, and he fell to the ground, no longer breathing.
The waiters and maids at Mingyue Tower were so frightened that they didn't know what to do. A few timid maids rolled their eyes and fainted.
Everyone was even more frightened. They didn't expect this person to be so unlucky. Wen Dan and Wen Gong were completely furious.
Afterwards, the crisp shattering sounds of Wen Dan and the dull cracking sounds of Wen Gong were heard one after another. When people outside Mingyue Tower heard it at first, they thought that the people inside were setting off firecrackers.
The palaces of more than forty men were either broken or shattered.
"Never provoke Fang Yun again!" The same thought came to everyone present.
One after another fell.
"Look, Ji Mengxian is different from others!" someone whispered.
Everyone looked at the number one scholar of Qing Kingdom last year, and there was no blood under his feet!
"If he can pass the Tianyi recitation test, it proves that there is someone in my Qing country who is not inferior to Fang Yun!" A scholar who had been discouraged just now became excited.
"Yes! Brother Ji, you are the only hope of Qing. Hold on! Hold on! If you lose, the famous scholar of Qing will be suppressed by Fang Yun alone! He can suppress an entire state, but he cannot suppress our entire country!"
"Mengxian, hold on!"
Suddenly, someone sang loudly: "Who says I have no clothes? I share my robe with you! The king is rising from the army, I am sharpening my spear! I share the same hatred with you! Who says I have no clothes..."
Everyone followed suit and sang ancient poems from the Book of Songs, which were also war poems that every scholar knew.
In the Mingyue Tower, more than three hundred people sang in unison, like soldiers going to the battle, sad, sorrowful, but majestic!
"How can you say you have no clothes..."
Everyone sang war poems over and over again, hoping that Ji Mengxian could fight against the terrible demon-like scholar from Jing State.
"Wow… "
Ji Mengxian suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.
The sound stopped abruptly.
"There is still hope! His literary talent is still there!"
"As long as Meng Xian is not defeated, we will not stop! Please sing together to strengthen the power of our Qing country and fight against the powerful enemy together!"
"How can you say you have no clothes..."
Everyone sang loudly together, not only the scholars, but also the waiters, maids, cooks, etc.
"Puff..."
Ji Mengxian vomited blood again, twice.
The voice faded away.
"Go on! The dream will not fail! Who says I have no clothes..." A scholar sang loudly in a crying voice.
Hundreds of people continued to chant with red eyes.
Suddenly, Ji Meng opened his eyes and roared with all his strength, with veins on his neck exposed.
"I... have committed a great sin! A great sin! This is a punishment from heaven, and it is not Fang Yun's fault!"
Ji Meng finished speaking first, vomited blood, and fell backwards.
Before the back of his head hit the ground, a sound louder than the sound of anyone's literary courage shattering was heard.
“Crack!”
Ji Mengxian fell heavily to the ground and fell unconscious.
The people of Qing looked at Ji Mengxian and fell into deep despair.
"I can plead guilty, but Qingguo cannot be humiliated! I will kill Fang Yun! Kill Fang Yun!" A scholar who had admitted his mistake before rushed out frantically, but before he could run out of the door, his head exploded.
The Holy Pen’s comments cannot be questioned. Repeated mistakes are unforgivable!
After a brief silence, there was a soft crying sound, very slight at first, but getting louder and louder.
"Qingguo, it's over! We have been completely suppressed by Jingguo! It's over! Wuuuuu..." A scholar of seventeen or eighteen years old squatted on the ground and burst into tears.
The top scholar of one country was forced to admit his guilt and bow his head, or even to prostrate himself, by the top scholar of another country. There was no doubt about who had higher literary reputation.
"An imperial examination shattered Qingguo's pipe dream; it seemed like a lifetime ago." A Jinshi looked at the bloody Mingyue Tower and stumbled out.
Everyone looked at this place in confusion. What the Jinshi said was right. Everything that happened yesterday was like a dream, and the previous decades were also like a dream. At this moment, the dream was over.
"Forget it! Forget it! No more arguments, no more fights! I will go to guard the border tomorrow. Fertile soil nourishes people but does not train their courage..." A Jinshi tore a corner of his robe, threw it away, and left Mingyue Tower.
“No wonder the poet, who is obviously a native of my Qing country, went to Liangjie Mountain because of Fang Yun after the Mid-Autumn Literary Conference. Don’t fight with Fang Yun, you can’t win. He showed mercy this time, but he won’t be soft-hearted in the future... My Qing country has been wrong all these years..." A Hanlin suddenly took off his crown, pulled out his bun, and left with his hair disheveled.
The literati present were even more desolate. Although the Hanlin did not say it directly, his underlying meaning was that he believed that the holy teachings of the Zongsheng and the Zajia were wrong. The Qing Kingdom had been targeting the Jing Kingdom and suppressing it for decades, but in the end, it gave rise to such a figure in the Jing Kingdom who almost overthrew the Qing Kingdom single-handedly.
If Qing Kingdom did not suppress Jing Kingdom, would Jing Kingdom become more prosperous? Would it go straight into the grasslands and wipe out the barbarians
No one spoke, everyone was silent.
Jingguo, State Academy of Literature.
Chen Zhiyuan left, but the ninety-nine people on the list of successful candidates followed Gezhou Mu into the state academy of literature, changed into formal black mountain uniforms, wore scholar swords, worshipped the holy temple and the saints again, and obtained the talent from heaven.
Tomorrow, I will go to the mountain of books. (To be continued...)