Ao Huang realized that he had said something wrong, so he quickly closed his mouth and lowered his head.
Meng Tong took a deep breath and said, "Fang Yun, you know your situation best at the moment. If you hand over the dragon ginseng, my Meng family will do our best to help you. If you don't hand it over, there is no hope at all."
"If your Meng family could help me, you wouldn't have to mobilize so many troops for the dragon ginseng." Fang Yun revealed the Meng family's true intentions in one sentence.
Everyone in the Meng family was furious, but they could only hold it in.
Meng Tong drooped his eyelids and squinted, as if looking at the ground. After a moment, he looked at Fang Yun and said, "So, Fang Zhenguo is unwilling to return the things of my Meng family?"
An old scholar in his fifties who had kept his head down behind Meng Tong suddenly looked up at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun felt instinctively frightened and subconsciously looked at the old scholar.
What meets the eye is a mountain of demon corpses and a river of demon blood.
Fang Yun blinked hurriedly, and the strange vision in front of him disappeared. The old scholar lowered his head again. At first glance, he was just an old scholar with gray hair and wearing a torn sword robe.
Fang Yun's mind raced, and he quickly guessed the old man's identity.
The holy families would select some scholars with limited talents but firm determination and train them to become Jinshi.
Afterwards, these people will be sent to dangerous places such as Liangjie Mountain, the Ancient Land of the Deserted City, or the Prison Sea, and let them fight with monsters day and night.
These people can barely become Hanlin when they are very old, and have no hope of becoming a Grand Secretary in their entire life. However, they have combat experience and life and death experiences that the scholars of Shengyuan Continent can never match.
Such scholars who fought against the monsters for more than 20 years without dying would be given the title of "Bloodbathed Scholars" by the Holy Academy, not only because of their merits, but also because their strength far exceeded that of young people of the same rank.
Even if they were the proud children of the Seven Scholars of the Holy Academy, who were fully nurtured by the resources of the Holy Families, they would still be no match for these blood-soaked warriors in a life-and-death struggle.
Twenty to thirty years of accumulation is more than any talent.
Jinshi and Hanlin are the backbone of the human race, and the blood-fighting men are the mainstay and stabilizer among the backbone.
The strength of this Bloodbathed Jinshi is extremely terrifying. The winning rate of a human Jinshi against a demon commander is generally 50-50, and the winning rate against a higher-level demon lord is almost 0. However, even against a demon lord, the winning rate of a Bloodbathed Jinshi is as high as 70%!
In other words, the strength of the Bloody Jinshi surpasses that of ordinary Hanlin in all aspects. Only those who have participated in battles many times and have been Hanlin for more than ten years can remain undefeated against the Bloody Jinshi.
Ordinary scholars pursued the holy way, read classics and articles, and learned benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, faith, loyalty and courage, but these bloody scholars were different.
They only learn "courage" and give up everything to protect the human race and choose to "kill". This is the true sacrifice of one's life for righteousness.
The Bloody Scholar was not interested in the outside world but in the inside. On that day, the Xun family would rather endure being suppressed by Fang Yunwen for one state than let the Bloody Scholar lower his rank and fight with Fang Yunwen.
Now that the Meng family has brought in a blood-stained scholar, they are desperate.
Fang Yun even suspected that this old man was not only a blood-stained Jinshi, but also the only poet in the Meng family, Mengchou.
Meng Chou has already cultivated the Juren war poem "Canglang Xing" to the third realm, reaching the level of summoning the saint. When the poem is completed, it must be blessed by the power of the virtual saint.
As for his Jinshi battle poems, he must have reached the second level and possessed a poetic soul, which was one of the main reasons why Yuxue Jinshi was so powerful.
Fang Yun knew. The Bloody Scholar would not only practice the poems of killing enemies to the second level of poetry soul, but also practice various types of poems such as defense poems, strong soldiers poems, and fast march poems to the second level. The superposition of the power of various second-level poems would become a nightmare for scholars of the same level.
The dragon scales on Ao Huang's neck stood up. He also glanced at the bloody scholar with a fierce expression, ready to start a fight at any time.
"That doesn't belong to the Meng family, it belongs to me, Fang Yun!" Fang Yun's words were firm, as if he hadn't even seen the bloody scholar.
"You snatched it from Menglintang!" Meng Tong said.
Fang Yun smiled calmly and said, "The great academician is bickering like a child. The Meng family has really fallen. Yes, I was the one who scolded the evil king so badly that his literary courage was shattered and his palace collapsed. What can you do to me?"
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he looked at the blood-stained scholar, and the ancient dragon sword flashed in his eyes, its sharpness was as strong as before, without any loss!
Ao Huang rolled his eyes. Fang Yun was now a master of rhetoric. When he met an enemy, his first thought was to fight rather than retreat. No one could stop him.
The blood-stained scholar raised his head again and looked at Fang Yun expressionlessly. The wrinkles on his face were as clearly visible as cracks in the rocks chiseled by an axe, and his eyes were particularly dull.
No edge or sharpness.
Meng Tong stared at Fang Yun for a long time, took out a document from the Hanhu shell, and said: "In this case, I will read out the order of the head of the Mengsheng family. Fang Yun of Jiangzhou came from humble beginnings... He does not know how to respect the saints, and does not talk about virtue... His selfish desires are overwhelming, and his evil intentions are filling the sea..."
Meng Tong read thousands of words and finally formally listed Fang Yun as an enemy of the aristocratic family.
The moment Meng Tong finished reciting the document, Fang Yun felt his eyes go dark, the sky and the earth became hazy, and a tremendous force pressed down on him. Then he felt as if there were dark clouds over the Wen Palace and a cold wind was blowing.
The saintly families are the foundation of the human race's survival. Once the enemy of a family is established, it will be an unsolvable dilemma. Unless the semi-saint golden pen abolishes it, it will always be like a shackle on Fang Yun.
As long as Fang Yun is within the human race's sphere of influence, all forces will be suppressed. If there is any problem with his mind, his Wen Palace will be damaged.
Fang Yun always had a smile on his face, with a hint of disdain in his eyes. Under the threat of the Moon Tree Divine Punishment, the suppression of the enemies of the aristocratic families was nothing.
Meng Tong said: "You are the enemy of the family, so my Meng family will first eliminate the harm for the human race and let you know the background of the semi-saint family. Meng's revenge."
"Here." The blood-stained scholar Meng Chou took a step forward. Just as he was about to reach Fang Yun, a voice came from the sky.
"Fang Yun, your door is very busy."
Bolts of lightning descended from the sky, and light blue arcs of lightning flashed in the air, which was terrifying.
Everyone looked up hurriedly and saw three blue clouds in the sky. The leader was a man wearing a purple robe of a great scholar, followed by two blue-robed university scholars.
The great scholar had black hair, a dignified look, and lightning flashing in his eyes.
Fang Yun only recognized one of them, Academician Yan, who was the second-generation disciple of Dongsheng and had been in Dongsheng Pavilion for many years. When Fang Yun came out of Shengxu that day, he met Academician Yan. It was he who deposited the treasures Fang Yun got from Shengxu in Dongsheng Pavilion.
As for this great scholar, Fang Yun had never seen him before, but he felt a sense of familiarity with him.
Meng Tong bowed hurriedly and said, "Hello, Mr. Ye."
As soon as Fang Yun heard the man's surname was Ye, he understood that this person was actually the great scholar Ye Hongyu. On that day, he was ambushed by monsters on his way to participate in the imperial examination. Those monsters were killed by this man's ancient sword Tinglei. The second sword opened up a mile-long deep ditch.
Fang Yun then said: "Thank you, Master Tinglei, for saving me."
Ye Hongyu smiled slightly and said, "I came here to verify the matter of Shi Zu. Those who have nothing to do with it please leave for now."
Ye Hongyu's first sentence is as warm as the spring sun, but the second sentence is as powerful as winter thunder.
Everyone in the Meng family did not even dare to hesitate and retreated obediently. Even a fool knew the temper of Dongsheng Pavilion and this great scholar Tinglei. If they tried to obstruct them at this time, the other party would really dare to chop them down with a sword.
This great scholar has been slaying the thunder for ten years. (To be continued...)