The officials of Qing State showed disappointment that was difficult to conceal.
Qing Jun coughed lightly and said, "No wonder someone said a few years ago that Xu Sanjue got a rare item. It turned out to be Mo Nu. This item should have been presented to the Semi-Saint, but he kept it for himself. He was too greedy."
"Then, Lord Qing, are you willing to give Qing Kingdom to me? I guarantee that under my governance, Qing Kingdom's national strength will be doubled!" Fang Yun responded bluntly.
Qing Jun glanced at Fang Yun unhappily. Although Fang Yun was a virtual saint, he was young after all. If he were to argue with others, the fact that he was young was enough to defuse accusations. But he was not young, and he was the king of a country. If he really wanted to argue with Fang Yun about this matter, not to mention that he might be refuted by Fang Yun, his already bad reputation would inevitably be hit hard again.
The people of Qing may prefer him as their king, but the people of other countries and ancient lands value Fang Yun more.
Qing Jun did not respond, but glanced around and found that the Zong family members were ashamed and angry, while the Jing country people were complacent. He thought to himself that it was bad luck and that today was a complete disgrace and that this could not continue.
"Fang Xusheng, since you have got Mo Nu, let's go to the Academy of Literature." Qing Jun said and made a gesture of invitation.
Fang Yun didn't bother with Qing Jun and turned around and walked towards Xiangzhou Academy of Literature.
The gate of Xiangzhou Academy of Arts was open, and on the door frames on both sides was carved a couplet encouraging study written by Fang Yun last year.
The path to the mountain of books is through diligence, and the boat to the boundless sea of learning is through hard work.
From that day on, Fang Yun became truly famous throughout the world.
Fang Yun looked at the couplet encouraging students to study, felt deeply moved, and stopped.
The others stopped shortly after.
Jiang Hechuan smiled and said, "Fang Xusheng, when you wrote this couplet to encourage learning, it seems that you were still a scholar."
He Ludong smiled and said, "Not only was he a scholar, but he wrote this when he had just passed the provincial examination and was named the best scholar in the country. At that time, everyone thought that he was just lucky to get all three A's in the Tongsheng examination, but now that I think about it, I am really ashamed of myself back then."
Qing Jun also exclaimed: "Back then, Fang Xusheng broke the record of Jingguo and even became the only top three student in the human race in history. I envy him so much. In the past two years, I don't know how many scholars have repeatedly pondered Fang Xusheng's poems and articles."
The officials of the Qing Kingdom could see that the King of Qing wanted to use flattery to eliminate the previous embarrassment, so they all agreed.
However, the people of the Zong family kept their mouths shut, their faces livid. There was no need to think too much, as Mo Nu's appearance was too important. Today's events would definitely be published in the "Wen Bao" on the tenth day of February, and the Zong family would definitely be laughed at by the ten countries again.
Fang Yun was not interested in listening to these people's flattery. After stopping for a moment, he walked inside.
Behind the gate of Xiangzhou Academy of Literature is the common Shengmiao Square. Further ahead is the ancient but majestic Shengmiao, with black tiles, red walls, red doors and red pillars, and a faint white glow on the surface.
In front of the holy temple, ten old men dressed in white Jinshi robes stood in a row, with some Qing State officials beside them.
These old men stood there with their eyes closed, reciting the holy scriptures in their hearts.
They did not participate in today's banquet, nor would they go to see the official seal, so they did not know what happened today. They did not even open their eyes when the Black Ink Lady appeared.
Nothing can affect them.
Most of these elderly people have age spots on their faces. The youngest is 73 years old, and the oldest is 91 years old.
In terms of classics, articles, poems, and songs, these ten old Jinshi may not be as good as the best young Jinshi in various countries; in terms of talent, intelligence, and resourcefulness, these people may not be as good as the young people of the same literary rank.
An iron rod may not be able to write on paper, and after decades of polishing, it still cannot write like a brush, but it can be sharpened into a murderous weapon!
These ten old scholars are not pens, but swords!
They may have lost the opportunity to be promoted to a higher position. However, among the Jinshi, even those young people who are talented enough to become great scholars are far inferior to them in terms of essays and debates!
Those young geniuses will be able to look down on them in the future, but now, the young geniuses can only keep their heads down.
Fang Yun glanced at the ten people, and the detailed information of these ten people flashed through his mind.
Each one had more experience in literary warfare than he did, each one had used war poetry and verbal sparring more often than he had, each one had been through more life-and-death situations than he had, and each one seemed to have emerged from a bloody mist.
All ten people opened their eyes at the same time, and the entire Temple Square seemed to be filled with a cold winter. Everyone below the Grand Secretary instinctively shrank their bodies.
Before Fang Yun’s eyes, there appeared a thousand-foot-high mountain of corpses and a vast sea of blood, but none of this could stop him.
Fang Yun walked forward with firm steps.
After a while, Fang Yun arrived at the gate of the holy temple.
The two sides looked at each other and bowed.
"Meet Fang Xusheng."
"Hello, old gentlemen."
The two sides walked to the left and right sides of the temple gate respectively and stood facing each other.
The moment both sides stood firm, the air seemed to stagnate briefly, and everyone's heartbeat and breathing seemed to stop.
Qing Jun raised his head and said with a tongue that thundered: "Today..."
Suddenly, a loud roar interrupted Qingjun's words. Qingjun showed anger, but then restrained himself in an instant.
Suddenly, with the holy temple as the center, strange changes occurred in the heaven and earth.
The holy temple suddenly disappeared, leaving a milky white ball of light in its place, and then the ball of light suddenly expanded.
The wind was blowing wildly, the light was dazzling, and everyone was either exerting their literary strength or shielding their bodies with their arms.
When the white light faded away, Fang Yun opened his eyes and found himself in a huge valley surrounded by mountains. On the slopes formed by each mountain, there were rows of neatly arranged stairs.
Opposite him stood ten Jinshi candidates who were going to compete in a literary duel, and the rest of the people from the two countries were on the steps on the hillside.
This is the advent of the literary world!
A semi-saint directly incorporated them into the semi-saint's own literary world and temporarily created an observation platform.
At the same time, Fang Yun felt the official seal move slightly. Upon closer inspection, he found that the Holy Academy had sent a letter to every scholar with an official seal. As long as those scholars were near the Holy Temple, they could put their spiritual thoughts into the literary world of Dongsheng and watch this literary battle.
Fang Yun blinked his eyes and saw hundreds of thousands of streams of light falling from the sky and scattering on the hillside steps on all sides, transforming into people reading. The streams of light continued, and more and more people went up to the viewing platform.
Ten countries including Qing, Jing, Qi, Shu and Wu were all present. All the scholars from Liangjie Mountain, Shihan Ancient Land, Huangcheng Ancient Land, Zhenyu Sea and other places also stopped fighting and rushed over one after another.
The black-robed Juren, white-robed Jinshi, white-robed Hanlin, blue-robed Grand Secretaries and purple-robed Confucian scholars appeared in the upper observation platform.
Almost no one spoke, and everyone just looked at the eleven people on the field quietly.
Fang Yun and the ten Jinshi looked at each other. Both sides noticed the other's helplessness. They really didn't understand why Dong Sheng had joined in the fun and had come to his literary world for a literary battle at the Jinshi level.
Dong Sheng obviously couldn't preside over the literary battle, and the people of both countries were on the hillside, too far away from here, so Fang Yun could only cough lightly and said, "Who among you would like to have the first literary battle with me?"
Then the oldest scholar on the left of the group of ten scholars stepped forward, bowed and said, "I am Fang Bo, nice to meet you, Master Xu."
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Then, let's have a literary duel. I hope you will show mercy, uncle." (To be continued...)