Fang Yun looked at Mr. Zhuang calmly, with a faint smile on his lips.
Mr. Zhuang looked at Fang Yun carefully. He didn't see any panic on his face, not even the arrogance he should have. His heart skipped a beat and he asked, "Are you from the ancient land?"
"I was born and raised in the Holy Academy Continent."
"Which family are you from?"
"My family has been commoners for ten generations."
"Are you a juren?"
"It's a juren."
Mr. Zhuang was furious and asked, "Where does your courage come from? Do you know that Yi Mingtian's father is the great scholar Yi Zhishi, the next semi-saint of the human race?"
"so what?"
"I won't waste my time talking to you. Are you going or not?" Mr. Zhuang raised his voice and many people looked over there.
"Not interested." Fang Yun picked up the orange on the table, peeled it open slowly, and ate it slowly. After eating the first orange, he nodded and said, "Yes, it should be an orange from the ancient land. Such good oranges can't be grown in Shengyuan Continent."
Mr. Zhuang was so angry that his nose almost crooked. He turned around to look at Yi Mingtian and found that he looked unhappy. He had to take a deep breath and suppress his anger. He said, "I have one last question for you. Can you please do me a favor and get to know each other?"
"If you had said that just now, I might have gone. Now, I won't go. Sorry." After saying that, Fang Yun stuffed another slice of orange into his mouth.
Mr. Zhuang turned his head and said, "Brother Mingtian, this person is so arrogant! It seems that he looks down on people from our Kang Society."
Fang Yun frowned, looked at those people carefully, and finally looked at Yi Mingtian and the young Duke.
Fang Yun knew that King Kang had entered the Jingguo Academy under a pseudonym and established the Kang Society. It was also well known that King Kang was close to the Wu State. Since Yi Mingtian was here, they were all members of the Kang Society, so the identity of the imposing young man beside Yi Mingtian was obvious.
Fang Yun thought of Guanzhang Yu whom he had punished, and Guanzhang Yu happened to be the dog of King Kang. Logically, the little Duke should hate him, but why did the little Duke look so kind, while Yi Mingtian, who had nothing to do with him, was in a bad mood
Fang Yun smiled slightly and said, "I have heard of the name of Kangshe, but I didn't expect that the people of Kangshe don't even know the most basic courtesy. I am really sad. Well, Kangshe looks down on me, so I won't go."
Mr. Zhuang's face darkened and he said, "Do you think it is an insult to you that the person who ranked fifth in the imperial examination in Beijing three years ago, the top three in the Book Mountain and the backbone of Kang Society came to invite you?"
"It's not an insult, but you really can't invite me." Fang Yun said slowly, a powerful aura brewing, staring into Mr. Zhuang's eyes.
Fang Yun was sitting and Mr. Zhuang was standing.
Mr. Zhuang, who was looking down at Fang Yun, instinctively turned his head away, not daring to look at him. But he quickly reacted and looked at Yi Mingtian in shame.
"Brother, you are so arrogant." Yi Mingtian was about to stand up, but was stopped by the young Duke.
The young Duke smiled and said, "Brother Yi, don't be angry. This person may have real talent and knowledge. We are all scholars, so it is normal to be a little arrogant."
Yi Mingtian glanced at the young duke with displeasure, then slowly stood up and said, "Since this person said that Brother Zhuang can't be invited, then I will go and give it a try!" Then he walked towards Fang Yun.
The young Duke sighed and said, "Since Brother Mingtian is like this, then I don't care about my face. I will go with Brother Mingtian."
Yi Mingtian nodded, and the others followed and walked towards Fang Yun together.
Fang Yun did not look at Yi Mingtian, but glanced at the smiling little Duke.
Fang Yun immediately stood up, clasped his fists towards the young Duke, and said sincerely: "I see that you are handsome, restrained, and have bright eyes. I'm afraid you are the leader of Kang Society. If Kang Society has one stone of talent, this young man will definitely occupy nine buckets! If this young man invites me, I will be overjoyed."
Yi Mingtian's expression changed slightly, and the young duke looked embarrassed, then smiled and said, "Brother, you are so calculating. I don't know how Brother Mingtian and I have offended you, and why you are trying to alienate us? I am just a minor scholar, and Brother Mingtian is the top scholar of Wu State. Your words are too unwise."
Fang Yun acted as if he had suddenly realized something and said, "So you are from Wu State. No wonder I felt that you are too rude but not smart, too courageous but not resourceful, too reckless but not calm. Although you are a Jinshi, you are still a little bit inferior to me. Yi Mingtian was very dissatisfied that you could not invite me to Kang Society, but you did not change your expression. This is the difference between self-cultivation and non-cultivation. The people of Jing State are indeed stronger than the people of Wu State."
Yi Mingtian glanced at the young Duke with dissatisfaction, and then he said, "Let me ask you, am I qualified to meet you?"
Fang Yun sat down and said, "Everyone in the world can get to know me. I'm not a big shot. But, Brother Yi, do you really just want to get to know me?" Fang Yun suddenly stared into Yi Mingtian's eyes, his gaze piercing like a sword.
Yi Mingtian only felt pain in his eyelids, and subconsciously resisted with his literary courage.
Fang Yun smiled slightly and said, "Brother Yi, if you are awake, please sit down and we can get to know each other."
Yi Mingtian was furious and said, "How dare you sneak attack me!"
A university scholar from Jing State not far away was stunned, then smiled strangely, and finally stared at Fang Yun and kept laughing.
Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, thinking, is Yi Mingtian crazy? He just used the "Eyes Like Swords" of the second level of Wen Dan to clearly tell Yi Mingtian his Wen Dan realm and let him retreat. Why didn't he react
Afterwards, Fang Yun suddenly realized that if someone said that a scholar's literary courage had reached the second level of minor success, that person would definitely be called a madman. Yi Mingtian's realm was not high enough to clearly feel the power of the literary courage that had reached the second level of minor success, and he mistakenly thought that he was using the literary courage to launch a sneak attack and provoke.
Before Fang Yun could argue, the young Duke winked at Mr. Zhuang, who immediately stepped forward to stand beside Fang Yun and said sternly, "How dare you bully me, Kangshe, because there is no one there?"
When the people from Kangshe saw that Mr. Zhuang was about to surround Fang Yun, they had to move, and the seven of them surrounded Fang Yun.
Yi Mingtian pointed his index finger at the ground and said, "I don't care who you are. If you don't apologize and confess your guilt today, you can't leave this yard. You, a mere scholar, want to act so arrogantly in front of me? Dream on!"
The others stepped forward and surrounded Fang Yun more tightly.
Fang Yun sat on the chair like a young deer surrounded by lions.
The two sides are on the verge of a war.
The yard became quiet and no one dared to speak.
Suddenly, a loud voice came from the direction of the main hall: "Where is Fang Yun from Ji County?"
Including Yi Mingtian, everyone showed curiosity and looked around for the famous Fang Yun.
However, the young scholar who was surrounded by them stood up.
"Ji County Fang Yun is here."
Yi Mingtian felt dizzy.
Mr. Zhuang's body trembled and he almost fainted. He looked at Fang Yun with his lips trembling. If Yi Mingtian and the young Duke had not been standing beside him, he would have knelt down long ago.
Fang Yun broke the courage of thousands of literati in Qing and Wu countries, and forced hundreds of thousands of people to half-kneel and admit their mistakes. He was nicknamed "the courage-breaking devil". There might be some Jinshi in Jing country who dared to challenge him head-on, but there is absolutely no Juren!
"Let's go inside and discuss this in detail." The voice sounded again.
Fang Yun patted Mr. Zhuang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, you haven't angered me yet." (To be continued...)