As his status improved, Fang Yun underwent changes in all aspects.
However, Fang Yun did not change his original intention. He kept the two points between Quanyuan and the Imperial Academy these days, not showing off or being frivolous. Only Ao Huang and Nu Nu had a small disturbance. No one blamed Fang Yun. Everyone knew Ao Huang's character. He could even do such a thing as picking the night pearl in the Jinluan Palace. Going to the Zuo Xiangfu's house to set off fireworks was a piece of cake.
Fang Yun accumulated and practiced silently.
Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Because the Jinshi Spring Hunt is not like the Shengxu Literary Meeting where one can rely on poetry to obtain the moonlight's help, the Literary Meeting is held after the Jinshi are sent to the Spring Hunt, which lasts for an afternoon. By the evening, the Jinshi who enter the Spring Hunt have adapted to the Spring Hunt, and the competition between the Jinshi of the Ten Countries will become extremely fierce, which will last for three days.
In the early morning, Fang Yun came to the East Garden, which was very far away from everyone's residence. The main garden was water, the South Garden was the residence, and the East Garden was full of various trees. Fang Yun entered the dense bamboo forest, with towering bamboos all around him.
Fang Yun opened his mouth and spit out the True Dragon Ancient Sword, and saw the golden True Dragon Ancient Sword carrying the pitch-black Ink Sword shuttled through the bamboo forest, like a dragon with a golden back and a black belly swimming in the water.
The bamboo forest is dense, which is a great test of a person's ability to control verbal attacks, as well as his own reaction and judgment.
The True Dragon Ancient Sword flew at the speed of Yiming, which was equivalent to twice the speed of sound, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
The bamboo leaves were shaken off by the Ancient Dragon Sword and scattered like rain, but after a hundred breaths, not a single one was torn apart by the power of the Ancient Dragon Sword.
A faint smile appeared on Fang Yun's face. This was a method of practicing verbal sparring that he had seen in a book.
"The training method in the original book is for Hanlin and even Grand Secretary. It is absolutely not suitable for Jinshi, because no Jinshi in the world can fly in this bamboo forest at the speed of Yiming without damaging the bamboo. If you can fly in the bamboo forest at the speed of Yiming for more than fifty breaths without damaging the bamboo, you are a Hanlin of the first hall. If you can fly for more than a hundred breaths, you are a Hanlin of the second hall. If you can fly without touching the leaves, you are at the level of a Hanlin of the third hall. If..."
As soon as Fang Yun was distracted, he heard a continuous hissing sound, and a large number of bamboo leaves were torn apart by the power released by the True Dragon Ancient Sword.
The True Dragon Ancient Sword stopped. Fang Yun was thinking about something.
"Other Hanlin scholars have to practice verbal battles for more than ten years or even decades. Even if their swords are not as good as my True Dragon Ancient Sword, and their literary courage is not as good as mine, after decades of rich experience, many of them are not inferior to me in comprehensive strength. For example, when it comes to judging timing, I am definitely inferior to them."
"If you ignore the power of the True Dragon Ancient Sword, my current sword control ability is equivalent to the level of a Third Hall Hanlin."
Fang Yun couldn't help but think of the level division of Hanlin.
"Jinshi is the beginning of the transformation of scholars' strength. They gradually transitioned from weak scholars to scholars of literary warfare, and the Hanlin Academy's emphasis on actual combat reached its peak. More than three hundred years ago, some scholars advocated that actual combat was less important than Confucian classics. As a result, the human race suffered repeated defeats in the three valleys and their morale was low. So the saints of the human race established seven Hanlin Halls to test the Hanlin Academy's actual combat skills. Each hall was more difficult than the last. The more Hanlin Halls one passed, the stronger one's strength would be. The levels of the Hanlin Academy were named accordingly. This approach originally caused controversy, but after the tragic defeat of the Liangjie Mountain human race, the voices of opposition were completely suppressed. Since then, the human race has embarked on the path of giving equal importance to actual combat and Confucian classics."
"However, the test in the Hanlin Palace is not that simple."
Fang Yun didn't think much about it. After all, he still had a long time to go before he could become a Hanlin scholar, and now he was just a scholar with a sharp tongue.
The higher the level of Jinshi, the more talent one has, but more talent cannot directly increase the level. The sword-sword Jinshi is a process, not a point.
Ignoring the power of verbal sparring, Fang Yun's ability to control the verbal sparring has reached the level of a third-level Hanlin.
After his talent was exhausted, Fang Yun took back the ancient sword of talent and walked towards the bedroom while summarizing the process of training.
"Too little time." Fang Yun sighed lightly. This was his fatal flaw.
Fang Yun fell asleep in the early morning as usual, got up in the morning, had breakfast, said goodbye to his family, and took a carriage to Cui Sheng's house.
The early spring sunshine shone on the capital, but every passerby who saw Fang Yun’s private army felt an uncontrollable chill in their hearts.
Four horse barbarians covered in thick heavy armor stood on both sides of the dragon horse chariot. The four horse barbarians were obviously suppressing their own energy and blood, but their might was still there.
The armor of these four horse barbarian marquises is extremely ugly. There are many brown and dark red threads on the black metal. Only a few people can see that this is an alloy unique to the demon world. It is very strong and rare. It is also an important component of the flesh and blood armor of the demon commander level.
When Ma Manhou wears it, he can fight three enemies at once!
Each set of armor is worth a Jinshi Wenbao, which cannot be bought with silver.
Following the Longma luxury car, there were twenty barbarian generals, one hundred barbarian commanders and two hundred human soldiers, wearing layers of armor, with swords and spears flashing coldly.
Normally Fang Yun would not bring so many people with him, so he had to be polite when going on the spring hunt this time.
This team exuded an aura of masculinity and bravery. Everyone who saw them along the way did not dare to move. Many adults held on to their children tightly for fear of angering these private soldiers.
The team was not moving very fast, nor did they show any aggressive intent towards passers-by.
Listening to the orderly marching of the private soldiers and the sound of armor colliding, Fang Yun couldn't help but think of the time when the evil king paraded through Kongcheng. Although many people were afraid of the evil king at that time, they also envied his power.
But now, Fang Yun had no doubt that his private soldiers could defeat the evil king's private soldiers.
The entire street where the Cui family lives has been under martial law and guarded by soldiers. Only the thirty people participating in the Jinshi Spring Hunt and their related personnel are allowed to enter.
The Longma luxury car stopped at the entrance of the street. Fang Yun gave some instructions to Fang Daniu and the four horse barbarians, then went to Cui Sheng's family alone. Along the way, the soldiers saluted and saluted him.
Before Fang Yun reached the door of Cui Sheng's family, the head of Cui family led everyone out to greet him. There were Cui family members, court officials, and other scholars who participated in the Jinshi Spring Hunt.
Fang Yun took a quick look and saw that nine of this year's new Jinshi, including Gao Yong and Fan Chenghao, were there. Ji Zhibai, Chen Jing, Zhang Zhixing and other ten of Jing country's most outstanding young Jinshi were also there. Finally, there were ten middle-aged Jinshi, headed by He Ludong and Ma Chaoming.
The two sides exchanged greetings for a moment and then entered the Cui family mansion together.
The importance of the Spring Hunt was no less than that of the Ten-Nation Competition. After the thirty Jinshi scholars arrived, the head of the Cui family did not dare to slack off. He immediately led the thirty Jinshi scholars into a small square inside the Cui family. At the end of the small square was a very ordinary archway, which looked like a gorgeous door frame from a distance.
"That archway is the entrance to the literary world of the Cui clan." The head of the Cui family said, bowing towards the archway, and the others followed suit.
After the ceremony, Fang Yun looked up ahead curiously, and saw the head of the Cui family step into the archway and disappear in public.
Fang Yun walked forward slowly. When he passed under the archway, he felt a thin invisible water film in front of him. After breaking through the water film, Fang Yun found himself in a white corridor filled with soft light. The corridor was more than ten feet high and extremely wide.
As he walked, Patriarch Cui explained: "This is the passage from Cui Shengwen Realm to Kong Shengwen Realm. We will go directly from Kong Shengwen Realm to Hunting Ground Island." (To be continued...)