Fang Yun walked out of the school and headed out of the academy step by step.
When he met students along the way, Fang Yun would nod slightly when they greeted him. Apart from a slightly colder expression on his face than usual, there was not much change.
After walking for a while, they saw the Fang family's carriage.
The driver was dozing off with his face covered by a straw hat. Fang Yun walked over and tapped the shaft of the cart lightly with his index finger, making a "dong dong" sound.
After knocking for more than ten breaths, the driver finally reached out, took off his hat, and quickly jumped off the carriage.
“Sir, please… please forgive me…” The driver was panicked, especially when he noticed that Fang Yun’s expression was not right, he became even more panicked.
Fang Yun smiled calmly and said, "Don't panic, I left the academy early. Send me to the palace."
"Yes, sir." The driver moved quickly.
Fang Yun walked onto the carriage while listening to the constant shouting and cursing coming from the capital.
The official seal kept making noises, and people kept sending letters.
Fang Yun continued to close his eyes and rest.
After a long while, Fang Yun suddenly opened his eyes and spoke. He seemed to be talking to someone nearby, but his voice instantly reached the Holy Temple of the Imperial Academy, and then, with the Holy Temple of the Imperial Academy as the hub, instantly reached the official seals of all officials of the seventh rank and above in Jing State.
Ji County.
The newly appointed County Magistrate Duan was reading official documents and then issuing instructions in a serious manner.
After approving a page of official documents, County Magistrate Duan stretched his tired wrists, stood up and walked out of the study, and paced gently in the backyard of the county government office.
"Master, you are taking a rest. Go and get some fruits." A plump middle-aged woman dressed in silk and satin came over with a smile.
"Yes, ma'am." The little maid walked out quickly.
Magistrate Duan nodded slightly.
Madam Duan chuckled and said, "Master, this Ji County is the hometown of Xu Sheng, and his old house is in the county. If he wins the first place in the imperial examination, he should return to his hometown to worship his ancestors. By then, you can establish a relationship with the dignified Xu Sheng."
"Madam is right. If Lord Fang returns home, I will do my best to help. But... Jing State is in trouble. If Fang Xusheng wins the first place, he will either stay in the capital or go to the Holy Academy for training. Most importantly, before the end of this year's palace examination, the demon barbarians will go south, and he may not be able to spare time to return to Ji County."
"If you can't come back this year, you must come back within the three to five years of your term, right? As long as you come back, it will be a great joy for the master." Mrs. Duan said.
"Yes." County Magistrate Duan nodded slightly.
"My vision is indeed not as good as yours."
"Oh, what do you mean?" County Magistrate Duan still looked serious, but there was a slight smile in his eyes.
"Back then I thought that following the Left Prime Minister was the right path, but now I realize that following the path of the Minister of Literature is the real smooth road for you. With your qualifications in Ji County and your relationship with the Minister of Literature, it will be of great benefit to you to meet Fang Xusheng in the future."
Magistrate Duan sighed and said, "I thought you could make some sense. I know that my talent is limited, and only by entering the officialdom can I have a chance to leave my name in history books. However, I don't want to be tarnished! However, you are still wrong this time. Whether it is following Prime Minister Wen or Fang Xusheng, it is a hundred times more difficult than joining Prime Minister Zuo. When I agreed to take over as the Magistrate of Ji County, I was destined to be caught in the whirlpool."
"Ah? How could this be? Then we will not be the magistrates of Ji County anymore and leave quickly." Mrs. Duan was panicked.
Magistrate Duan did not scold his wife. He patiently explained, "If it was a prosperous time, I would probably take the middle path and use the most reliable way to gain a good reputation after my death. But now is a time of great chaos. How can scholars like us live in mediocrity? We should shoulder the heavy responsibility and save the world! Jing State is in need of talents. And Ji County must not fall into the hands of the Left Prime Minister."
"But... you are not in danger."
"You, there are some things I cannot tell you. You just need to know that I came to Ji County not to fight for fame and promotion, but because I was trusted by the Minister of Culture and entrusted with an important task to protect this pure land for Fang Xusheng!"
"Ah..." Mrs. Duan's eyes were full of worry.
At this moment, County Magistrate Duan was suddenly stunned, then walked quickly towards the study, and heard a grand and majestic voice coming from the study, like the sound of a bell or a valley, like a king high above.
"This saint is a sage who has a rough knowledge of poetry and has also studied military medicine, but has not made many achievements. I know that I am not talented and have not experienced anything, so I stay at home, concentrate on my studies, and treat people kindly. However, the monsters and barbarians are causing chaos in the world. I am grateful to many predecessors for their attention. I first entered the Saint Ruins, then stepped onto the Dragon Platform, and then fought in the Hunting Grounds. With a sincere heart and a humble body, I have carried out justice for the human race and eliminated the monsters and barbarians."
The sound of the official seal made the entire county government office buzz, and the leaves in the courtyard withered and the flowers and plants drooped.
The numerous servants at the county government office clearly could not tell who was speaking, but when the voice rang out, they naturally knew that it was the words of the Void Saint Fang Yun, and they involuntarily lowered their heads, bent their waists, and responded respectfully.
Northern grasslands.
A wolf tribe was ablaze with flames rising into the sky, and thousands of monsters and barbarians were howling like ghosts and wolves.
Several wolf commanders had their blood and energy exhausted and were nailed to a log in the center of the tribe. They watched their fellow tribesmen burn in the fire, wail between swords and guns, struggle in war poems, and scream in front of spears.
"Damn Zhang Poyue! If you have the guts, come and fight us to the death! How can humans slaughter our demons, women and children!" A wolf barbarian roared loudly in the not very standard human language.
In a huge tent, Zhang Poyue clenched his right fist and his joints made crackling sounds.
Compared to when he was in Yuhai City, Zhang Poyue was more muscular, had a thicker beard, rougher skin, and murderous intent in his eyes.
The light was dim, but Zhang Poyue's eyes were as bright as the moon.
Rows of naked women were tied up like cattle and horses, their hands and feet were broken, their eyes were dazed and their faces were pale.
The tent was filled with a foul odor.
"Draw your sword." Zhang Poyue slowly drew out his sword.
Swish… Swish… Swish…
Sabers were drawn out from the hands of many guards, flashing with cold light.
Zhang Poyue's lips moved, and he walked to the nearest woman in his blood-soaked boots.
"Have a safe trip."
Zhang Poyue covered the woman's eyes with his left hand, and slashed her neck with the knife in his right hand. Blood splattered all over Zhang Poyue's face.
Hot blood filled Zhang Poyue's eyes. Without blinking, he walked forward steadily, continuing to cover the next woman's eyes with his left hand, and the saber in his right hand swept across her neck again.
Zhang Poyue's steps were steady, his eyes were steady, and his sword strikes were steady.
The same was true of his personal guards.
Everyone seemed to have practiced it countless times.
It's very quiet inside the convertible.
"Burn it, change the knife." After killing the last man, Zhang Poyue threw down his sword, took off his leather gloves, threw them behind him, and walked out of the tent.
A personal guard carried a copper basin over.
Zhang Poyue put his hand into warm water, and blood bloomed like peach blossoms.
Zhang Poyue washed his hands slowly and carefully. He didn't wash his hands until he was sure there was no trace of blood. Then he took the clean towel and wiped his fingers one by one.
"Zhang Poyue! You are not a human! You are a beast!" Lang Manshuai continued to curse.
Zhang Poyue looked at Lang Manshuai who was nailed to the wooden pillar and laughed.
"I like you scolding me." Zhang Poyue's voice was a little hoarse, and the smile on his face became even more intense.
"General, they are here." Then a group of soldiers came with a dozen young monsters.
Zhang Poyue smiled, looked at the children, pointed at the five handsome men nailed to the wooden pillars, and said kindly in standard demon language: "Eat them, and I will let you live."
.(To be continued..)