"Serve the food!"
The people from both countries ate slowly, drank and talked in low voices.
As soon as Fang Yun put down his chopsticks, he received many letters from his friends. Most of them asked him about his literary talent and whether he wanted to fight in Xiangzhou again. He gave the same answer to all of them.
Everything is fine.
Someone else was talking about the changes in the discussion list. Fang Yun entered and took a look. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. These people from Qing country were simply brainless. If he really couldn't win a literary battle, he would naturally leave immediately.
As a result, the people of Qing concluded that he would not leave directly to save face, and would at least win a few games before leaving.
Fang Yun shook his head and closed his eyes to rest.
Next, I will engage in a literary battle with ten Jinshi candidates.
Literary fighting is relatively simple. Two people stand in front of the literary academy, and they exchange words back and forth, and they can also prohibit each other from using certain means.
Literary wars are different. They usually take place in the literary world, and the environment of each literary war changes. It is lucky to encounter something that suits you, but if you encounter something that does not suit you, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck.
There are very few restrictions on literary warfare.
However, in order to prevent the children of aristocratic families from relying too much on family power, Wenzhan stipulates that each person can only use three sacred objects or cultural treasures, and cannot use holy pages or other items that contain the aura of holiness.
Before the war, Fang Yun had already decided that the inkstone turtle was a must-have item, and the second was a Hanlin literary pen. This pen was a gift from the Chen Sheng family. Not only could it increase the power of battle poems by 40%, but it also contained a Hanlin poem "Chang Feng Xing", which had an excellent effect.
As for the third item, it was naturally the Mist Butterfly. Relying on the power of the Mist Butterfly's Weak Water and Strange Wind, Fang Yun believed that his Iron Horse and Ice River could easily defeat most of the ten Jinshi from a distance, but it was hard to say in front of Qu Hange, Zong Jibing and Qiu Chongshan. After all, the power of "Wind and Rain Dream Battle" was too dispersed, and the outcome could not be decided by one blow.
In the afternoon, everyone went to the State Academy of Literature in Baling City.
Soldiers blocked the road, and Fang Yun's pure-blooded Longma luxury car was at the front. Mighty and magnificent.
Behind was the king's carriage. Everyone, from the coachman to the maid inside and to Lord Qing, looked unhappy.
Logically speaking, the two carriages should have been traveling side by side, but even though the horses in Qingjun's carriage were beaten to pieces, they did not dare to ride side by side with Fang Yun's pure-blooded dragon horses. Those horses only dared to follow obediently behind the dragon horse carriage.
The carriage arrived at the square in front of the State Academy of Literature, and Fang Yun dismounted.
The sky is clear and cloudless.
One side of Wenyuan Street was blocked by soldiers. There were no pedestrians, but the people on the other side were so crowded that if they hadn't been stopped by a large number of soldiers holding hands, they would have rushed over like a flood.
"Meet Fang Xusheng!"
"Fang Xusheng, you must win!"
"You dare to push me? Push me again and try! Believe it or not, Fang Xusheng will kill you with the tip of his pen!" Suddenly someone cursed the soldier of Qing State, and the soldier was so scared that he could not move.
"We are Chinese enough!"
"Xiangzhou returns! Recover our land!"
"Return to Jing Kingdom!"
Many Xiangzhou people shouted loudly, especially some old scholars, who even cried for joy.
King Qing and the officials of Qing State wanted to kill all these people, it was such a disgrace to them.
The officials of Jing State had a knowing smile on their faces. This was the proudest moment since they came to Qing State.
Fang Yun clasped his fists to all the Xiangzhou people as a greeting, and was about to enter the Academy of Literature when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Sir Fang Xu, wait a minute. We have a promise. Let's fulfill it today."
Fang Yun was stunned. Although he had heard this voice before, he couldn't remember it for a while. At least he was stunned for more than a breath. Fang Yun remembered this person and looked into the crowd.
I saw an old man pushing his way through the crowd, which was so crowded that no one could get through. But that man seemed to be unhindered, while the people in front of him were pushed away by an invisible force, and they didn't even realize that they were being pushed away.
This is the old man Fang Yun met at Yashanju in Mingye Lane when he was serving as a soldier in Yuhai City. Later he found out that this old man was the famous Xu Sanjue.
This Xu Sanjue had made numerous contributions. He was injured in the battle of Liangjie Mountain and later fought against Cao Man, which eventually injured his literary talent. He has been recuperating in Yuhai City ever since.
Fang Yun could not remember the agreement with Xu Sanjue for a while, because the reason he met Xu Sanjue was that Xu Sanjue was good at painting and could disguise himself. However, when he thought of the disguise and the calligraphy and paintings of Yashanju, Fang Yun suddenly realized and finally remembered the agreement of that day.
Fang Yun hurried over. Xu Sanjue walked to the front and stood between two Qing soldiers. He had an old face and his originally cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a light.
"You have already got the Inkstone Turtle, so I will give it to the Ink Girl!" After Xu Sanjue finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand towards Fang Yun.
Fang Yun hurriedly took the ink turtle out of the drinking river shell.
The turtle suddenly moved its nose, then opened its mouth, widened its eyes, and looked at the sky in ecstasy.
Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color. There were no dark clouds in the sky and it was clearly daytime, but the entire Baling City suddenly became dark.
Countless people looked up at the sky. The sun had disappeared and it was as dark as night.
When everyone was puzzled, they saw a statue of a woman suddenly appear above the holy temple.
The statue seemed to be carved from black jade, and was a hundred feet tall. Its body was pitch black but radiated a warm luster. Its face was delicate, its nose was straight and delicate, its lips were thin like two black peach blossoms, its arms were slender, and there was a pair of round jade feet under its skirt. Every part of her body was perfect. Even though this woman was as black as ink, everyone instinctively felt that she was a peerless woman who could overwhelm a country.
Suddenly, all the inkstones, ink sticks and ink within a thousand miles radius shook slightly.
Afterwards, all the ink and ink sticks within a hundred miles flew towards the black jade woman.
In the sky, ink sticks were like clouds and ink was like rain, all flying from the bottom up into the body of the black jade woman.
"My dragon blood ink ingot!" a Qing State university scholar called out.
Fang Yun was stunned, and then he found that all the ink ingots he had hidden in the Yinjiangbei, including a holy blood ink ingot given by the Confucius family, were flying towards the Ink Girl.
Fang Yun felt extremely distressed. He looked back and saw that the ink ingots carried by Qing Jun, Jiang Hechuan, Qing Guowen Xiang and others were all flying towards the black jade woman. He suddenly felt very balanced.
"That's my heirloom! It's the Blood Ink of the Dragon Saint! Come, kill this monster!" Qing Jun let out a shrill scream and watched the ink ingot inlaid with gold threads fly high.
Many young or less educated scholars also shouted. Everyone was extremely anxious. The ink sticks they carried with them were their best, and now they had all been sucked away. How could they not be angry!
Some people even opened fire with verbal attacks, ready to attack at any time.
However, all the scholars of high literary status or those who were old, although they felt distressed, had no intention of attacking, and most of them looked at them strangely.
Zong Wuyuan clenched his fists and watched the holy blood ink ingot bestowed upon him by Zong Sheng being sucked away. In addition to reluctance, there was also a hint of fanaticism in his eyes. His hand quietly fell on the official seal.
Not only Zong Wuyuan, but all those who can control the talents of the Holy Temple have their hands on the official seal.
"Why don't you attack this monster!" Qing Jun shouted.
The Minister of Culture of Qing State said, "Don't panic, Your Majesty! This is the appearance of the Mo Girl, a great auspicious sign from heaven! It is a blessing for Qing State and Your Majesty!"
.(To be continued..)