No one gave any orders, and no one took any action. The main gate of the palace made a rumbling sound and was slowly opened by an invisible force.
The king's voice is heard by all officials.
Except for the capital, all the holy temples in Jingguo projected the same three-dimensional light and shadow onto the square in front of them. That light and shadow was the Fengtian Temple.
The squares in front of the holy temples in various places are larger than the Fengtian Temple and are more than enough to accommodate a Fengtian Temple.
As time went by, the light and shadow of the Fengtian Temple gradually solidified, and finally became exactly the same as the real Fengtian Temple.
Officials from all over the country stood at the projection door of the Fengtian Hall and did not enter immediately.
At the Jingguo Palace, officials arrived at the gate of the palace quickly one after another. Then, after a little tidying up, they quickly entered the main gate and walked to the gate of the Fengtian Hall.
There were a large number of low-ranking officials in the capital, and soon the Fengtian Hall was crowded with a large crowd of people.
Most of these people looked solemn and did not dare to speak easily, but some of them had already had disputes before the meeting.
"This is ridiculous! As a virtual saint, I have no right to comment on what he does, but he is also a Jinshi of Jing State, a Zhenguo Duke, and a cabinet councilor! What time is it now? The monsters are about to invade the south, Chen Sheng is still ill, Qing State is strong and Jing State is weak! It's just a few libraries, so if we lose them, we lose them. Why drag the entire Jing State into the abyss!"
Ou Mo, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, spoke righteously and was extremely angry.
"Minister Ou, don't forget that Fang Xusheng has already made it clear that this is not a civil war among ten people, but a one-man battle in one state. It will not implicate our Jing Kingdom!" said Minister Sai of the Ministry of Rites.
In order to fight against the monsters and reduce the loss among the human race, the Holy Academy formulated a national civil war to replace the previous wars and killings and to retain the strength of the human race to the maximum extent.
The Ten-Nation Literary War usually involves picking out ten people of the same literary rank and having them fight each other. The side with more wins is the victorious country and can occupy one piece of land in the enemy country.
In addition, individuals can also launch a war of words against the enemy country, and as long as one person defeats ten people, he will succeed.
There have been people who have been able to fight ten people at once in a literary fight, but because the harm of a literary fight is limited, most of the people sent out are scholars of similar age.
But literary wars are different.
When a literary war breaks out, the ones who compete are basically the oldest people with the same literary rank.
Even the four greatest talents of each generation could not defeat the oldest group of people with the same literary rank.
Take Li Wenying as an example. He is now a great scholar, and his literary skills can naturally surpass those old scholars who have remained at the university for decades. However, when he was still a university scholar, he was definitely not a match for those old university scholars.
Those old university secretaries often have at least twenty years of experience as university secretaries and are forty or fifty years older than Li Wenying. Whether it is verbal sparring or poetry battles, whether it is talent or literary courage, they have been honed to perfection through thousands of trials and tribulations.
This is the difference between the human race and the monsters. When monsters age, their blood will gradually deplete and they will become weaker and weaker, but the human race relies on wisdom and will. As long as the body can hold on, the strength of those old scholars will always be better than the younger generation.
These old men are physically old. They seldom participate in wars, but are teaching the next generation in various places. If they engage in a war of words, they will surely be reborn. Their divine power will astonish the world.
The people of the ten countries would elect the "Ten Elders" of each literary rank, including the Ten Elders of Jinshi, the Ten Elders of Hanlin and the Ten Elders of Daxueshi, to select the truly strongest person in each literary rank.
Ou Mo couldn't help but chuckled and said, "How shameless! Not to mention that one of the ten Jinshi masters today is in Qing. Just the Jinshi masters in Qing are enough to surpass Fang Yun!"
"That may not be the case! Fang Xusheng was able to defeat the Plague Lord's clone, so why would he be afraid of the Bloodbathed Man?"
Many officials frowned slightly. Minister Sai answered in a firm tone, but he did not mention the "Ten Jinshi Elders". It was obvious that he, like most people, believed that Fang Yun could not defeat one of the Ten Jinshi Elders.
What's more, one of the ten elders of Qing Kingdom had a terrifying reputation, and many people present were frightened when they thought of him.
Ou Mo chuckled and said, "The news from the demon world has already spread to Shengyuan Continent, so why hide it? Fang Yun killed the Lord of Plague, which was really a coincidence. If the Lord of Plague's clone had not been reborn for less than three days, if the Plague clone had not encountered the medical book, and if the illusory clone had not encountered the Eye of the Moon Goddess, Fang Yun would never have won. Among the Qing Kingdom scholars who participated in the literary battle, no one would use the power of disease and plague, nor would they use illusions. What is the use of Fang Yun's two powers?"
"What about his military books?"
"How can military books be used continuously? Even if we defeat one person, what about the other nine?" Ou Mo said.
"Fang Xusheng's battle poems and verbal battles are extraordinary, especially his dragon-like sword, which is unrivaled among the Jinshi."
"What a joke! How could a bloody warrior who has spent forty or fifty years honing his eloquence be weaker than Fang Yun? I'm afraid Fang Yun's eloquence will collapse as soon as the two swords collide!"
"Hmph, there is no point in saying more. Since Fang Xusheng dares to fight alone, he must be at least 80% sure!"
Ou Mo said sternly, "Ridiculous! Fang Yun's actions were nothing more than anger and irrationality caused by the loss of his holy teachings, so he declared a war on the Qing Kingdom. I think he regrets it now!"
"So what? He is one person, and the other side has ten people. Even if the ten people lose in the final battle, it is still an honor to lose!"
"How ridiculous. The king, Wang Guoyin, the officials in the court, and the people are expecting him to fail?" Ou Mo said bluntly.
Ji Zhibai said, "Minister Ou, please say less. My mentor just told me that since we are from Jing country, even if Fang Yun is too excited, we should support him instead of throwing cold water on him."
Ou Mo glanced at Ji Zhibai, and immediately understood that Ji Zhibai's praise of Fang Yun was insincere, echoing his own, so he continued with a dark face: "Zhibai's words make sense. However, although he is a virtual saint, he is also a citizen of Jing State and an official of Jing State. I don't care and can't control his loss of face for the virtual saint, but he lost the face of Jing State, causing shock to the government and the people of Jing State and wasting the national strength of Jing State. As the Minister of Personnel, I have to control it!"
"I know Minister Ou is impartial, but he is a virtual saint after all. Where is the face of the virtual saint when you accuse him like this?" Ji Zhibai said.
"Is the face of the Void Saint more important, or the reputation of the Kingdom of Jing? For the Kingdom of Jing, I have no choice but to do it. But if Fang Yun makes a mistake, is that too much to say? Not to mention the Void Saint, even if a Half Saint makes a mistake, we can criticize him!"
Many scholars present were furious. They tried not to mention Fang Yun as a false saint because they were worried that these people would take the opportunity to cause trouble and humiliate the name of the false saint. But if they did not mention Fang Yun as a false saint, they could attack him at will, because as long as it involved government affairs, they would not be punished for their words.
Qiao Juze said coldly, "Sir Ou, it is normal for you to discuss state affairs as a minister. However, you tried your best to stop the Duke of Zhenguo from waging war against Qing State. If he wins the war and takes back Xiangzhou, will you resign as a minister?"
"I was just discussing political affairs outside the court. The court meeting has not yet begun. How can I take responsibility?"
"Since Fang Xusheng has fought in Xiangzhou, he has taken all the failures on his shoulders. If you don't dare to take the responsibility, then please give me more words of encouragement and less sarcasm. At the very least, you should act like a scholar of the human race and be careful in what you say and do." Qiao Juze said loudly.
.(To be continued..)