Fang Yun was at the bow of the ship, looking down.
Huangzhong and Dalü, Ganqi and Yumao, music and dance are all ready.
There were soldiers and armor standing in rows, lights paving the way, and the ceremonial procession was complete.
One of them was a middle-aged man in his thirties wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a black emperor's crown on his head. Jade tassels hung down, forming a string of beads that partially obscured his face.
Fang Yun recognized that this person was Lord Qing, but he had slightly dark circles under his eyes. Using what he had learned in medicine, he could tell that this monarch had indulged in excessive sexual activities and his body had been hollowed out.
The two men looked at each other with no expression on their faces.
The skyship slowly descended, and the moment it landed, someone said, "Play music!"
Drums and music sounded, and Qing Jun took the lead and stepped forward, followed by nine guests, then high-ranking officials from Qing State, then officials from Xiangzhou, then celebrities from Xiangzhou, and finally young people from Xiangzhou.
Between the high-ranking officials of Qing State and the officials of Xiangzhou, there were ten old men wearing white Jinshi robes.
The ten old men remained silent and did not release any power at all, but Fang Yun noticed the difference between these ten men with just a glance.
A faint murderous intent floated around the ten old men, and the people around them couldn't help but move away, even ordinary Hanlin seemed to avoid them.
The ten people also looked at Fang Yun together.
It was as if a real murderous intent was rushing towards him. Fang Yun only felt a blood-red scene before his eyes, and the entire world was covered in blood.
Fang Yun did not let Wendan dispel this unknown force, because this was formed by the experiences of the Jinshi. They had been killing for at least thirty years and participated in countless battles. It was as if they had been immersed in murderous aura, evil aura and death aura for a long time, and the nature of Wendan had undergone subtle changes.
These people, their literary courage level may not be as high as Fang Yun's, and their literary courage's external power is also very poor, but their literary courage's determination is not inferior, and even better.
All of their attacks were filled with a powerful will that the academic scholars did not possess. Even Fang Yun was inferior to them in that spirit of "cutting down an attacking army with the tip of my pen".
Fang Yun killed many monsters, but the number of battles he experienced was less than one-tenth of that of these people.
An ordinary scholar would be shaken by the blood and become confused, but Fang Yun was calm. He had the experience of the Book Mountain, the hunting grounds against hundreds of thousands of monsters, and finally the battle with the clone of the Monster Saint. The actual combat experience was enough.
Fang Yun couldn't move, the blood color gradually faded, and his obscured eyes gradually recovered.
Many scholars in Qing Kingdom were secretly observing Fang Yun, and they were surprised to find that Fang Yun was unmoved. Their eyes were about to recover.
Fang Yun, wearing the white robe and sword suit of a Jinshi, stood on the stairs, bowed to the Qing officials below, and said, "I am Fang Yun, meeting all the literary friends of Qing."
Fang Yun was modest, but the people of Qing dared not be modest, especially the officials of the Ministry of Rites and the Honglu Temple of Qing. It had been less than three months since the Lei family was punished by the Palace of Rites. If the people of Jing pointed out their impoliteness, they would all be in big trouble.
Including the Qing King and the Qing State Minister of Culture, everyone bowed respectfully at a standard 90-degree angle. At the moment they bowed, Fang Yun seemed to see flat square bricks laid in front of him.
After everyone finished bowing, Fang Yun nodded slightly and began to get off the boat. The officials of Jing State followed him down, while the people of the temple either pretended to be officials of Jing State and followed Fang Yun, or hid in the sky.
When Fang Yun reached the ground, Qing Jun took the initiative to greet him and asked with concern: "I heard that Lord Xu Sheng was assassinated by monsters on the road. I was deeply saddened. Seeing Lord Xu Sheng arrive safely, I feel relieved."
Fang Yun felt that Qing Jun's address and self-proclaimed name were very strange, but he still said as usual: "I am just a fly or an ant, not worth mentioning. Thank you for troubling Qing Jun."
Qing Jun said seriously: "The Void Saint has arrived, and the whole city should welcome him. Unfortunately, it is early in the morning, which is really inconvenient. If I have been negligent, I hope that the Void Saint will forgive me."
"You are too polite, Mr. Qing. I prefer to keep things simple. After all..." Fang Yun paused for a moment, glanced at everyone and continued, "I am here to pick up something."
The people of Qing were all shocked. They didn't expect Fang Yun to say such words as soon as they met. It was really disrespectful to the people of Qing and to the King of Qing.
No matter how hard Qing Jun tried to cover up, he could not hide the embarrassment in his eyes. After all, he was the king of a country. In a big country like Qing, Qing Jun's status was above that of ordinary Confucian scholars. Fang Yun's words were really impolite.
However, Fang Yun is a virtual saint, and his status is higher than anyone else. Saying such things is inappropriate at most, but not rude.
On the other hand, the people of Jing State secretly cheered in their hearts, thinking that Lord Qing deserved his bad luck, the Fang family library was sealed off just like that, cutting off the obstruction of Fang Yun's holy way of enlightenment. Fang Yun's words "I am here to get something" not only demonstrated the majesty of the virtual sage, but also boosted the prestige of Jing State, warned Lord Qing of the consequences of sealing up Fang family library, and finally told the waiting families in various countries that if they wanted to snatch Fang Yun's holy way of enlightenment, they shouldn't blame Fang Yun for "getting something"!
Most of the scholars who had gone to the hunting ground before followed Fang Yun. When they heard this, they were all moved. Fang Xusheng was worthy of his name. Fang Yun was the only one in the world who could describe the battle of literature in a state as "taking something".
A Hanlin behind Qing Jun suddenly asked, "Master Xusheng, why do you only take the east and west and not the north and south?"
Fang Yun looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man in Hanlin uniform looking at him with a smile. This man looked to be less than 30 years old, and his appearance was somewhat similar to his friend Zong Wude in Shengxu.
Fang Yun immediately recalled the list of officials of the Qing Kingdom that he had seen, and knew that this person was Zong Wuyuan, the elder brother of Zong Wude. He became a Hanlin at the age of 29 and served as the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites. He was a third-rank official and one of the most outstanding young people in the Zong family. He was well-known for his literary talent in the Ten Kingdoms.
Fang Yun didn't expect that this person set a language trap as soon as he opened his mouth. Once he couldn't explain the meaning of the things well, it would be easy for the other party to take advantage of it. Even if he won the literary battle, he couldn't take Xiangzhou away.
In fact, the words "Dongxi" originated from the Han Dynasty. At that time, the markets were all in the east and west of the city. Later, people gradually used "mai xi" to refer to buying items, and "Dongxi" therefore came to refer to items in a general sense.
However, this explanation is obviously not suitable to answer Zong Wuyuan.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Among the four directions and five elements, the east belongs to wood, the west belongs to metal, the south belongs to fire, and the north belongs to water. Metal and wood can be grasped, but water and fire should not be lifted, so naturally it is about taking things."
"If what Saint Fang Xu said is true, then the water in Xiangzhou does not belong to the category of east and west?" Zong Wuyuan asked.
Fang Yun smiled and said, “Zong Hanlin is a flesh and blood body, he must be a thing.”
Everyone in Jingguo covered their mouths and laughed. When Zong Wuyuan mentioned water and Xiangzhou, Fang Yun compared his blood with the human body. It was perfect, but Zong Wuyuan couldn't refute it. If he said he was nothing, he would be scolding himself and become a laughing stock of the Ten Kingdoms. If he didn't fight back, calling "Zong Hanlin a thing" would also be laughed at.
Zong Wuyuan was in a dilemma and was speechless.
Hundreds of people from Qing Kingdom showed shame on their faces, and a very small number of people responded to Zong Wuyuan with disgust, as if they were secretly cursing, "How can a Hanlin like you, a great Xu Sheng, be humiliated?" (To be continued...)