These ten Jinshi are experienced and wise, having experienced countless gentle breezes and drizzles as well as storms and waves. Fang Yun's words may seem ordinary, but the word "uncle" is not ordinary.
Fang Bo is over seventy years old, and Fang Yun is very young. Logically, he should call him "grand uncle" or something of a higher generation, but Fang Yun chose to call him "uncle". This shows that Fang Yun already knows Fang Bo's real generation, and it also shows that Fang Yun is using this title to tell everyone that he already knows everyone's background.
Jingguo alone might not be able to do it, but Fang Yun's friends are spread across various aristocratic families, and he could clearly trace the ten generations of the ten long-established Jinshi scholars.
However, people don't know much about each other's luck.
The ten veteran scholars either smiled calmly or had no expression on their faces. This was also part of the literary battle, a battle of mentality. Moreover, they guessed that Fang Yun must have clashed with the people of Qing Kingdom at the previous banquet.
Fang Bo smiled and said to the other nine people: "I want to compete with this young man from my family. My old friends, please wait for a moment."
The other nine old scholars in white nodded, and eight of them turned and left. However, Qu Hange, one of the ten old scholars of the human race, suddenly said, "Fang Yun, if you can hold on until you see me, I will personally send you back to Jing Country!"
"Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Qu. When the literary battle is over, please give a message to Shijun's first disciple that Jingguo is not a place for him to run wild and he should not come here again." Fang Yun said.
"Hmph!" Qu Hange turned and left.
Several Jinshi scholars shook their heads slightly. Shijun's first disciple was humiliated by Fang Yun at the Qixi Literary Meeting last year, and his courage had been completely lost. He also had an old relationship with Qu Han'ge's son, so it was no wonder that Qu Han'ge targeted Fang Yun.
Several old scholars with bad tempers looked gloomy, while those with good tempers smiled bitterly, thinking that Fang Xusheng was just as the rumors said, polite at ordinary times, but merciless once he met an enemy. The phrase "don't come again" implied that Xiangzhou would soon be the land of Jingguo, which stirred their emotions again.
Later, Fang Yun found that all ten Jinshi touched the official seal and accepted the letter.
Fang Bo's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said, "We don't know where in the literary world we will be sent next. If you feel that you are no match for me, tell me as soon as possible and I will stop immediately. A literary battle is not a literary fight. If you can't stop, there may be casualties."
"Thank you for your reminder, uncle. If you had given me a hint, I would have shown mercy." Fang Yun told the truth. There was no real deep hatred between the two sides. It would be too unfair to die in a literary battle.
"But... you are unlikely to die." A hint of envy flashed in Fang Bo's eyes.
Fang Yun naturally understood what Fang Bo meant. Dong Sheng was afraid that something would happen to him, so he did not hesitate to expend his strength to personally use the literary world to descend. As long as he faced a crisis, Dong Sheng would naturally rescue him, but others might not be so lucky.
Because the battle of words is a battle of life and death.
Both sides took three steps back and looked at each other calmly.
All the information about Fang Bo flashed through Fang Yun’s mind.
Fang Bo was from Fengzhou, Qing. He was brave and aggressive since childhood and didn't like to study. But later, his family suffered a change and he saw his father being killed. His temperament changed drastically and he worked hard to become a strong man. After becoming a Jinshi, he killed his enemy, but when he was investigated by the Ministry of Justice of Qing, he refused to admit it and even swore a poisonous oath that if he did it, he would never become a Hanlin.
Because of that poisonous oath, Fang Bo has never become a Hanlin. Later, he experienced various battlefields, grew up through life and death, and gradually became a well-known Jinshi in the Ten Kingdoms. In Qing Kingdom, he is extremely famous.
Fang Bo's most glorious battle record was when he led a team of scholars out and was ambushed by three demon lords, ten demon commanders and a large number of demon generals. In the end, he fought and retreated and actually won, but except for him, all the scholars were killed in the battle.
From then on, Fang Bo no longer went out and only participated in the defense of the deserted city.
Fang Bo was already a poetry maniac twenty years ago. He has now cultivated three war poems to the third level, two of which are for scholars and one for juren. At the same time, his verbal battles have long been full of talent and sword sounds, and he is close to the level of the three rings. Even an outstanding Hanlin is no more than this.
Fang Bo once had a competition with a Third Hall Hanlin who had passed the third Hanlin Hall. In the end, both sides admitted that it was a draw. But later, the Third Hall Hanlin said that if the two sides really fought to the death, Fang Bo had at least a 90% chance of winning!
Fang Yun recalled every detail about Fang Bo in his mind. Fang Yun knew very well how powerful these old scholars were. They had turned fighting into their instinct and he would fail if he was not careful.
When he was at the Jinshi hunting ground, Fang Yun had already experienced the power of the Jinshi who were crazy about poetry, but those Jinshi who were crazy about poetry were all under fifty years old. If they were compared with the ten elderly Jinshi from Qing Kingdom, they would definitely lose!
Lei Li, the most outstanding among the scholars in the hunting ground, is very strong, especially the "Great Wind Song" in the third realm, which can transform an ordinary tornado into a wind giant, and can use two or even three heads at the same time. It is so strong that Fang Yun feels helpless.
However, even if Fang Bo is the weakest among the ten, he can easily deal with Lei Li.
However, Fang Yun has not been idle these days. He has been studying, practicing, and making progress.
Fang Yun said: "I have already selected three items for the literary war. I wonder if my uncle has already selected one?"
Fang Bo said, "I am not as wealthy as you, Xu Sheng. You have the Mist Butterfly and the Inkstone Turtle. I just received an urgent letter saying that you have the Ink Girl. As for me, I originally only had one Hanlin Wenbao pen. Before this literary battle, I chose two Hanlin Wenbao from Qing Jun, a total of three. I can't go into detail about the other two, so you better be careful."
"Since my uncle already knows, there is no need for me to hide it."
Fang Yun originally prepared the Mist Butterfly, the Inkstone Turtle and a Hanlin Wenbao Pen, but after getting the Ink Girl, he gave up the Hanlin Wenbao Pen without hesitation.
"Then, let the literary battle begin." Fang Yun said, and he and Fang Bo bowed to each other.
The moment Fang Yun raised his head, he found that the surrounding environment suddenly changed.
The surroundings had turned into a dense forest with towering trees that were as high as 20 to 30 feet, and sunlight could hardly get in.
Fang Yun did not panic. He quickly leaned against a tree and looked around. There were no insects chirping, no birds singing, and no signs of life in the woods.
So Fang Yun took out a piece of paper and placed it on the ground, then bent down, put his ear on the paper, and listened carefully, hoping to determine Fang Bo's position through the vibration of the ground.
But nothing was found.
Fang Yun immediately let the mist butterfly fly out and land on his shoulder, then took the inkstone turtle out of the Yinjiangbei and placed it on the tray in front of his chest.
The ink girl is immersed in ink and seems to be a little shy, not daring to show everything.
Fang Yun held the brush in his hand and whispered, "Little Mo girl, this battle is very important for me. I hope you can help me and not try to run away like Yangui."
Mo Nu nodded, then stretched out her little hand and patted the turtle's shell.
The inkstone turtle shook slightly and said very reluctantly that it would cooperate.
Fang Yun nodded and looked at the Mo Girl with a joyful smile. This little girl absorbed all the ink sticks and ink in the city, especially those priceless ink sticks, which must be of great benefit to her.
Fang Yun was about to continue looking for Fang Bo, when the ink girl suddenly showed a puzzled look, then lightly jumped, stepping on the ink water like a graceful girl, forming ripples. She pointed to the southwest and looked at Fang Yun at the same time.
"You mean, there is someone there?" Fang Yun was both happy and surprised.
Mo Nu nodded obediently. (To be continued…)