Li Wenying put his left arm behind his waist, his feet on the white clouds, his body straight, looking quite imposing.
"I see that you look tired. Go back and have a rest. I'll leave soon. If Fang Xusheng is exhausted, who will write poems for future generations?" Li Wenying said half-jokingly, and many people smiled slightly.
Virtual Saint is not an actual literary title but an honorary title. The honorary status is above the great scholar and below the semi-saint, but the actual status is only equivalent to that of the great scholar, on par with Li Wenying.
Fang Yun smiled slightly and said, "Then I will not say any more. I wish Master Jianmei to scare the world and suppress the demons and barbarians in the ancient land of the deserted city!"
Li Wenying nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly said, "You have become the champion. Now you have already won four titles, namely, 'An Shou', 'Mao Cai', 'Jie Yuan' and 'Hui Yuan'. If nothing unexpected happens, you will also be the champion of Jingguo in the palace examination next year. You can take it as the fifth title. As for the final title of the country, you should do your best to fight for it."
“Students should work hard.”
"You went from a student to a Jinshi in one year, which is a rare 'Jinshi in the same year'. Both the court and the Holy Academy will reward you. However, you must not be careless. The Jinshi Spring Hunt on the 15th day of the first lunar month is a competition among ten countries. Just like in the Ten Countries Competition, it is difficult to turn the tide with your own strength. As long as you rank in the top nine of the ten countries, you will be the winner."
"Students will do their best." Fang Yun knew Li Wenying's mentality. He was about to go to the ancient land of the deserted city and it was unknown how many days it would take for him to come back. After all, he was an elder, and he would instinctively nag when facing the caring younger generation before leaving. Therefore, even though Fang Yun became a virtual saint, he did not have the slightest impatience.
The other young men looked at Fang Yun with envy. It was extremely difficult for them to get a word from Li Wenying, but Li Wenying never tired of reminding Fang Yun. Although they were all young people, the treatment they received was so different.
After Li Wenying finished speaking, he suddenly frowned and asked slowly: "Do you... really want to fight Xiangzhou?"
Fang Yun immediately said firmly: "Since the student once said that he would take back Xiangzhou, I will fight for a state in the future. Let's enhance our country's prestige!"
"Well." Li Wenying sighed lightly and said no more.
Fang Yun said, "Whether the students are about to experience the spring hunt or the literary battle, it is not worth mentioning. But when Master Jianmei goes to the ancient land of the deserted city, he will not only face the ancient monsters, but also face the hunters of the various tribes of the ancestors. Master Jianmei should be more careful."
One person immediately said, "What Fang Wenhou said is right. Lord Li, you have just become a great scholar, and you have a history with Fang Xusheng. You are also an important figure on the Great Scholar Hunting List. Your situation at the moment is more dangerous than Fang Yun. You are not afraid of other hunters, but if a hunter from the Ancestral God Clan at the same level as the Demon King attacks you, the consequences will be disastrous."
The demon world established a hunting list mainly to motivate demon talents, and killing the elites of the killing race is secondary.
The various tribes of the Ancestral God have a long history, and all have cultivation methods created by the Ancestral God himself. There is no need for them to compete with other demon tribes for the Holy Ruins or the Dragon Platform. At most, they can go to some places like the Heavenly Tree.
The various tribes of the Ancestral Gods basically disdain to hunt down humans below the level of Great Confucianists, but once one becomes a Great Confucianist, he will inevitably be listed as a target by the hunters of the various tribes of the Ancestral Gods.
In recent years, among the great scholars of the human race who have died, one-fifth were killed by hunters from various tribes of the ancestral gods. This is a very terrifying number.
Everyone sighed silently. Fang Yun was right. Li Wenying was too dazzling. He was just a university scholar and was not taken seriously by the ancestral gods. But as a great scholar, he was already one of the biggest troubles in the demon world.
Li Wenying nodded with a serious look. He knew better than anyone how dangerous it was in the ancient land of the deserted city.
"All the semi-saint families of our human race have elites stationed in the ancient land of the deserted city. There, the military and Mohist schools are unprecedentedly powerful. Lord Jianmei also practices the military sage way as a secondary training, so he should be able to thrive in the ancient land of the deserted city."
"Lord Jianmei, you must be careful of those who have connections with the Zong family, the Lei family, or the Sima Xiangru family. They may be angry with you because of Fang Yun."
Many scholars suddenly felt powerless. Fang Yun and Jingguo had too many and too powerful enemies. If any noble family harmed Li Wenying, it might be impossible to find evidence.
It is an ancient deserted city ravaged by war. No one except the semi-saints of the indigenous people can enter. It is not the Shengyuan Continent, and many rules of the two places are not applicable.
It can be said that the entire ancient land of the deserted city is a large-scale Liangjie Mountain. The human race and the monsters fought for the control of the deserted city. Unlike the Liangjie Mountain, the ancient land of the deserted city has many treasures, and each deserted city also has its own unique magic.
Qiao Juze said, "Fang Yun, when Ri Tiandongyun left the capital to join the army at the border, you gave him a hidden-edge poem. Why not give Jian Meigong a poem as well? However, it's rare to find a hidden-edge poem in the original work, so just write an ordinary farewell poem."
"Yes! There are not many great scholars in Jingguo. Mr. Jianmei's journey is dangerous. If the scholars in Jingguo can't even come up with a good farewell poem, it would be a shame."
"Just now we were discussing in a low voice how to give a poem to Master Jianmei, but we found that we lacked the talent, so we naturally couldn't show off our skills in front of Master Jianmei."
"Besides you, the founder of the sword-calling poem, who else is qualified to give a poem to bid farewell to the great scholar?"
"Brother Fang, don't hesitate."
Fang Yun was a little hesitant. He had just woken up and was still a little unwell. He had not really thought about this aspect and was completely unprepared.
Li Wenying suddenly smiled and said, "Fang Yun, if I'm right, you will participate in the Xuemei Literary Meeting tomorrow, right?"
"I'm considering it." Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard the words "Xuemei Wenhui".
Some scholars like snow, some scholars like plum blossoms. It just so happens that the two things coexist in winter. Many scholars want to see which one is better, and no one is willing to admit defeat. As a result, the dispute between snow and plum blossoms has lasted for hundreds of years. Although it is a literary competition and a pastime for scholars, there are still disputes at this time every year.
Fang Yunzhen never expected that Minister Jiang Hechuan was from the Mei Party, while Li Wenying was from the Xue Party.
All the scholars present showed strange smiles. Some friends who had very good relationships on weekdays suddenly became hostile to each other. However, everyone could see that the hostility at this moment was all pretended and they were not really irreconcilable.
Li Wenying said, "It is a pity that I cannot attend the Snow Plum Literary Gathering tomorrow. It is snowing heavily today, so why don't you write a farewell poem with the word 'snow' in it for me. Farewell is the main thing, and snow is secondary. How do you do it?"
"Rebels!" A Hanlin who was on good terms with Li Wenying suddenly snorted coldly.
"Fang Yun, don't fall for the Snow Party's evil plan! You once wrote a poem about plum blossoms. You are an orthodox member of the Plum Party and a core member of the Plum Fragrance Party. You must not be deceived by the traitors of the Snow Party!"
Fang Yun immediately acted innocent and said, "Where have I ever written a poem about plum blossoms?"
The man immediately said, "You wrote a poem called "Thanks to Cai He", 'Beside the Cai family's inkstone-washing pond, the flowers bloom with faint traces of ink; they don't want people to praise their beautiful colors, but only leave their pure spirit to fill the universe!' Isn't this poem about the ink-stained plum blossoms?"
Another person immediately retorted: "Which eye of yours saw the ink-stained plum blossoms by the pond at Cai He's house?"
"I've seen it with both eyes! Go away, stay away from me, and stand on the side of the Wenying rebels."
Many scholars laughed, and only around the Xuemei Literary Gathering did anyone dare to jokingly call a great scholar a traitor.
Li Wenying smiled and said, "When I return from the ancient deserted city, I will pick up my pen and cut down all the plum blossoms in the world at the next Snow Plum Blossom Literature Meeting!"
"The Snow Party rebels are too rampant!"
Qiao Juze coughed lightly and said, "Let's not talk about the dispute over snow plums this time, let's just talk about farewell. Since everyone wants Fang Yun to write a farewell poem, we naturally have to follow Jianmei Gong's arrangement. Fang Yun, you should write one." (To be continued...)