Hunting Ground Island is an extremely peculiar existence.
The entire ancient deserted city is a continent surrounded by the ocean, with the Hunting Ground Island being the only island.
There is no life in the sea of the ancient deserted city. Everyone who left the continent to explore far away, no matter if they were great scholars, great demon kings or half-saint clones, all disappeared into thin air and were never heard from again.
Over time, no one explored the ocean anymore.
Due to the special nature of the Hunting Ground Island, the monsters outside the island cannot enter from other places, and the monsters inside the island cannot leave, so it has become an important base for humans to study monsters.
Fang Yun looked at the thick leaden clouds in the sky and felt vaguely uneasy, but he didn't know where this uneasiness came from.
"This hunting ground has been controlled by humans for many years, so nothing will happen. I'm afraid that the uneasiness in my heart is because the countries are too strong. Among the ten middle-aged scholars from Jia country just now, there are actually three blood-soaked men. That feeling is correct. They have killed too many monsters and barbarians. It's like they have been immersed in monster blood for decades, and their bodies have a faint breath of blood. One of them is probably the famous Lei Li of the Lei family, and his strength is probably not inferior to mine."
Lei Li was originally one of the top Jinshi scholars. Because he was punished to be exiled to the ancient deserted city, he spent more than 20 years honing his skills and fighting for the Jinshi position. His strength is definitely stronger than that of an ordinary Hanlin. With more than 20 years of life and death experience, it is impossible for him to be inferior to Fang Yun, who became a Jinshi less than two months ago.
People’s talents are important, but efforts in the right direction are never inferior to talents!
If you fail after trying hard, it’s not because your efforts are wrong, but because you are going in the wrong direction.
The human race has a "theory of holy direction". Some people believe that human achievement does not depend mainly on talent or hard work, but on whether one finds the right direction and persists.
Li Wenying is one of them. He once said that his most difficult moment was not when he felt that his talent was not appreciated or when he had to look up to geniuses, but when he could not find the direction to work towards!
Li Wenying didn't even know the direction of his cultivation at that time, but he figured it out later. He majored in Confucianism and supplemented with military science, and also studied related knowledge. However, Li Wenying did not succeed immediately. Instead, he worked hard for several years before he made a splash in the palace examination and became the current Jianmei Gong.
Fang Yun took a deep breath slowly, calmed himself down, and walked out with everyone else, thinking as he walked.
"As we said in the Spring Hunting Class, the ancient land of the Wasteland City is 'heavier' than the Shengyuan Continent. In fact, the gravity is stronger, about four times that of the Shengyuan Continent, while the gravity of the demon world is about three times that of the Shengyuan Continent. This degree of gravity change is a burden for ordinary scholars, but for me, it is nothing. The air here has a strange smell and contains extremely mild toxins, which has no effect on me. After all, I have eaten fake dragon balls and a few days ago I ate a real dragon ball from the dragon clan."
The dragon ball was very powerful, greatly enhancing his ability to control water, but had no effect on his talent and literary status.
Fang Yun's current physical strength is comparable to that of a dragon clan demon general, of course, the protective ability of the scales cannot be taken into account. No matter how strong Fang Yun's skin is, it is not as strong as dragon scales.
While walking, all the scholars started to move their bodies to adapt as quickly as possible. If they were not about to meet other people, they would immediately practice a set of military boxing to warm up.
Fang Yun followed the crowd out of the ruined hall, stepped on the ancient stairs, and saw many people standing in front of him.
There were scholars from various countries who came to participate in the spring hunt, and some people wearing the official uniforms of the ancient deserted city.
Fang Yun only took a quick look and found that the people wearing the ancient wasteland land civil service uniforms were a little different. They were shorter than ordinary people, with whiter skin, but very rough. The "Spring Hunting Class" did not explain the reasons for the changes in the human race in the ancient wasteland, but Fang Yun immediately understood when he saw this scene. The gravity was strong, and the bone density of these people might be greater. The smaller the body, the more suitable it is for this environment.
The skin is white because there is no sunlight all year round, and it is rough because the air and environment here are actually very bad. Once out of the deserted city, ordinary people cannot survive for a long time.
However, Fang Yun was a little confused. There seemed to be too many people in front, more than ten thousand. Logically, there should be at most dozens of scholars from the ancient land who came to greet them.
Not only Fang Yun was confused, many people in Jing Country were also confused.
The moment Fang Yun appeared, a large number of scholars in the ancient land showed joy on their faces, and a few were even ecstatic, with fanaticism in their eyes.
This is not the Shengyuan Continent!
In the ancient land of the desolate city, humans have only one ideal: to kill the monsters!
We cannot let the monsters gain a greater advantage, we must fight for the human race.
They don't care about wealthy or powerful families. They will support whoever contributes more to the human race and whose power can help them.
There is no doubt that Fang Yun’s war poems, courage-building poems and the various visions related to him have been of great help to the scholars in ancient lands!
It’s no exaggeration to say that he is half a lifesaver.
"Greetings, Saint Fang Xu!" Thousands of people bowed in unison.
Everyone in Jing Country suddenly realized that it was no wonder that there were so many scholars from ancient lands here. It turned out that they all came for Fang Yun.
At the same time, the scholars of Jia State appeared in the ruined hall and just in time heard tens of thousands of people greeting them in unison.
The other Jia people were smiling and happy for Fang Yun, but the five Jinshi from the Lei family looked unhappy.
A young scholar looked at Fang Yun's back, then looked at the dense leaden clouds over the ancient deserted city, his face showing resentment. He was the nephew of Lei Yue, the former head of the Lei family. He usually admired Lei Yue very much, but he didn't expect Lei Yue to give up the position of head of the family for Fang Yun and come to the ancient deserted city to spend the rest of his life soon.
The future of one of the most outstanding scholars of the Lei family was ruined in this way.
Fang Yun didn't expect that even the scholars from the ancient land would treat him so respectfully. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately returned the courtesy.
If Fang Yun came to the ancient deserted city to do other things, those scholars would have rushed up long ago, but the Spring Hunt for Jinshi was about to be held to decide the number of Jinshi from the ten countries who would enter the Holy Academy and the number of times they would enter the Hanlin Hall. No one dared to act rashly and could only endure it.
After the scholars from the ten countries had gathered, the great scholar who presided over this deserted city led everyone on the dragon-drawn carriage, left the 100th deserted city, and headed for the Jinshi hunting ground.
There are too many deserted cities and ancient sites, so humans use the simplest numbers to name them.
As soon as he left the wall of the deserted city, Fang Yun felt a change in the air and his nose felt a little hot, but the strange feeling was fleeting, and there was no other problem when he breathed again except for a slight odor.
In contrast, except for the middle-aged Jinshi who showed no change, the other Jinshi started coughing lightly, and some of them coughed particularly severely.
Fang Yun looked at the three scholars who were coughing particularly badly, and sighed in his heart. The teacher of the Spring Hunting class said that these three people were not suitable for the environment of the ancient land, and their strength would be reduced to half! Just like acclimatization, taking medicine is useless. These people only need one month to adapt, but the Spring Hunting only lasts for three days.
Many Jing people looked unhappy. They didn't expect that their side would be like this before the spring hunt even started.
Ma Chaoming, the poetry maniac, smiled and said, "This year's Jinshi are pretty good. Five years ago, there were five people who were unwell. Well, let's take a look at the Wen list. The Ding list has changed."
Fang Yun, holding the official seal in his hand, entered the list of literary figures.
The Ding list of the literary list originally had his and others' poems and essays, but now it has been replaced with the names of ten countries, each with a "zero" after it. (To be continued...)