Whenever Fang Yun practiced the piano, Wudie would lie on the piano obediently, especially when he played cheerful music, Wudie would dance gracefully.
At first glance, the mist butterfly looks like an ordinary white butterfly, only the size of a palm, but if you look closely, you will find that its white wings are like translucent white jade, with charming colors flowing inside, but that charming color contains a terrifying power.
For Wudie, Fang Yun even asked Zhao Hongzhuang to borrow books from the palace collection, but Zhao Hongzhuang's reply was that even the Holy Academy did not have detailed records of Wudie.
Fang Yun searched through the memories of the ancient monster's inheritance but could not find any specific details about the Mist Butterfly, because the strange object appeared after the decline of the ancient monster. There has always been controversy about the strange object. Some people believe that the strange object is newly born, while others believe that the strange object was revived after billions of years of nurturing by the ancient power. Otherwise, the horror of the strange object cannot be explained.
Strange objects are naturally stronger than humans or monsters of the same level, especially their unique properties are difficult to estimate.
Unlike humans and monsters, both humans and monsters need to grow and it is impossible to force growth. However, magical objects are different. As long as they have the magical objects needed for growth, they will grow rapidly at an incredible speed. Even dragons cannot compare to them in this respect.
Ever since Wudie woke up, fewer and fewer people dared to approach Fang Yun.
Everyone knows that the Mist Butterfly is a terrifying creature that can control strange winds and weak waters. However, strange winds and weak waters that are strong enough are a force that even the saints cannot resist.
On October 15th, the bells of literary academies across the ten countries rang, the results of the palace examination were announced, and the final ranking of the Jinshi candidates from the ten countries and Kongcheng was officially determined.
It was no surprise that Ji Zhibai was the top scholar of Jing State this year. He almost crushed all the other scholars of Jing State in terms of military strategy, education, government affairs and farming. He was even ranked in the top 20 among the ten countries. He was a genius that had not been seen in Jing State for many years.
If there were not people from the Mohist school and the medical school among the Jinshi in the same list, Ji Zhibai would have been the best in Jingguo in all aspects.
In the past, even if Ji Zhibai was the left prime minister's man, based on his talent, the students of Jingguo Academy would be excited and spontaneously form a team of a thousand people to welcome him at the north gate.
However, the students of Jingguo Academy seemed to have forgotten Ji Zhibai's existence. Except for the students of Liufeng Society who went to welcome Ji Zhibai, the top scorer in the high school entrance examination, back to Beijing, all other students did not go.
None of the ten students from the upper dormitory went.
Ever since Fang Yun won the seventh place in the competition for Jing State, some rumors began to spread in the capital.
"Ji Zhibai colluded with Qing State to give up the title of Jinshi and refused to participate in the Ten-Nation Competition, which almost led to Jing State being suppressed by Qing State. His crime is extremely heinous."
Although no one could prove this news, it spread wildly in Jingguo Academy.
Ji Zhibai's palace examination results ranked first in Jing State and top seventeen among the ten states. This was explosive news in the past, but when the people of Jing State compared Ji Zhibai with Fang Yun, they suddenly discovered that all of Ji Zhibai's achievements over the years were not as great as Fang Yun's in the Ten States Competition.
What's more, Fang Yun has many more achievements.
On the morning of October 15th, Fang Yun was reading as usual.
At the street pavilion ten miles outside the north gate of the capital, there were thousands of students standing, similar to the scene when the top scholar returned every year.
Not long after, a group of dragon horses came galloping from the north, slowly slowing down.
A scholar in white with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes and an upright figure was sitting on horseback. He had a gentle smile on his face, as warm as the afternoon sun.
Ji Zhibai glanced at the team that came to greet him. The smile on his face suddenly faded a little, and it took a few breaths before it returned to normal.
The team that welcomed him was mostly composed of students and scholars, with few juren and even fewer jinshi, as if someone had paid students from various academies to fill the numbers.
Ji Zhibai dismounted and looked towards the capital city. The towering walls of the capital city were clearly visible.
Ji Zhibai seemed to want to see someone in the capital.
"If you can leave Denglongtai alive, I will wait for you at the Spring Hunt! However, the prerequisite is whether you can participate in the Jinshi exam this year!"
An inexplicable light flashed in Ji Zhibai's eyes, and then he walked towards the welcoming team with a smile on his face.
On October 20th, scholars from ten countries competed for the top spot, but no one succeeded, and the top spot remained vacant for seven consecutive years.
On October 25th, the gate to Denglongtai became loose and the dragon clan issued a warning.
On October 26, the president of the academy, Grand Secretary Guo Zitong, summoned ten people from the upper houses to go to the literary battlefield of the academy.
After lunch, Fang Yun walked slowly towards the literary battlefield. It was not an ordinary training ground, but a place for formal literary battles. Only those who were Jinshi were qualified to enter.
The battlefield is similar to the polo field in the army, with an oval lawn in the middle and stone steps around it that can accommodate tens of thousands of people.
Fang Yun slowly entered the literary battlefield and saw six top scholars chatting at the edge of the venue.
After Liu Shan's disciple Yan Zewei left Jingguo Academy, another person entered Shangshe, who was not from Liufeng Society.
Up to this point, none of the ten students in the upper dormitory of Jingguo Academy were disciples of the Left Prime Minister.
As soon as Cui Wang saw Fang Yun, he hurriedly said, "Brother Fang, I don't mean to offend you, but if I hit you too hard later, don't blame me!"
Fang Yun had not received the news before he came. When he heard Cui Wang say this, he asked, "The Grand Secretary of the Academy asked me to come here to have a literary duel with you?"
"It's a literary battle, but it's almost the same as a literary battle." Qiao Juze said.
Fang Yun looked at the six Shangshe Jinshi, and finally looked at Cui Wang and said, "The other Shangshe Jinshi have been famous for a long time, and they can suppress me with their verbal sparring. As for you, you have just become a Jinshi, and your verbal sparring has only been conceived for a short time, and it is not conceived from dragon bones, so I have a better chance of defeating you."
Cui Wang glared at me and said, "Don't look down on me! I am older than you anyway. How can I, a top scholar, lose to you?"
"When the Grand Secretary comes, I will try it with you."
“Just give it a try!” Cui Wang said unconvinced.
The other scholars watched the two people bickering with a smile.
Fang Yun no longer paid attention to Cui Wang and began to jog slowly, doing various movements while running to stretch his body.
Although scholars are not soldiers, an active body is definitely better than a stiff body.
"You think you can beat me with this little trick? I can't beat him in anything else, but I don't believe that I can't even beat him in a literary battle!" Cui Wang said.
"What Fang Yunguan said is called warm-up, and I feel good about it. Soldiers in the army pay more attention to stretching their muscles, but scholars like me rely on our good health and don't pay much attention to it, which is not good." Qiao Juze said.
Soon, all ten people from the upper residence arrived, and the president of the academy, Grand Secretary Guo Zitong, stepped on a white cloud and landed in the middle of the field.
Guo Zitong was wearing the blue robe embroidered with clouds, the uniform of a university scholar. He looked only about fifty years old, but in fact he was a man over eighty years old.
After landing, Guo Zitong said straight to the point: "The literary fighting methods of those below and above the Juren are very different. Next, the ten of them will take turns to spar with you so that you can get familiar with the fighting methods of the Jinshi. After you are familiar with them, I will arrange for you to fight with the demon commander. After all, the aliens in Denglongtai are the real enemies."
"Thank you, Grand Secretary Guo." Fang Yun replied respectfully.
Guo Zitong glanced at the Jinshi of Shangshe, pointed at Cui Wang, and said, "You and Fang Yun are going to have a literary battle. Fang Yun can use all means, but you can only use your tongue."
"That's enough! As long as I can use my tongue to spar with him, I'm not afraid of him!" (To be continued...)