As soon as the people of Jing State heard the topic of the world's teacher, they immediately became excited.
"Except Confucius who is the tacit teacher of the world, no one else has ever become the teacher of the world, and there has never been a ceremony to confer the title." Jinshi Chang Dongyun, who had already rushed to the border, also entered the Shangguantai. He had received the Cangfeng poem from Fang Yun, and had made many outstanding achievements, and was well-known in Jingguo.
"That's not a problem. Once Fang Yun becomes the Master of the World, the Holy Academy will certainly confer him the title of Virtual Saint. The Master of the World is at least a Virtual Saint. At that time, the Duke of Zhenguo will have double Virtual Saint titles. That's really impressive!"
"Haha, after Fang Xusheng became a Xusheng, ten countries and hundreds of families sent him great gifts. If another world master comes, ten countries and hundreds of families will send him great gifts again. And this time, the Lei family will not dare not send any."
“In that case, I really hope that Fang Yun can be crowned as a Virtual Saint every year. In a few years, the Fang family will be able to empty the assets of all the noble families and become the number one family of the human race.”
"Hahaha… "
Everyone in Jingguo laughed heartily.
The seats of Qingguo nearby seemed to be under a dark cloud, gloomy and sad.
Fang Yun won nine consecutive games!
The layman watches the excitement, while the expert watches the details.
In every literary battle, Fang Yun showed his overwhelming strength and won steadily, sometimes relying on his linked poems, sometimes relying on his sharp military tactics, sometimes relying on his plague and disease classics, sometimes relying on his profound talent... In the ninth battle, he relied on his powerful defensive battle poems, and almost every battle was different, which made him an all-round writer.
Many Qing people are already filled with despair.
Before the literary battle, they believed that Fang Yun had little chance of winning, and it was already a great achievement for him to reach the seventh literary battle. But Fang Yun happened to win nine games in a row!
This means that Fang Yun’s strength is already comparable to that of the Nine Elders.
Xin Zhi found that the people of Qing were in a very low mood. He snorted coldly and said, "You are really trying to boost others' morale but destroy your own prestige! Yes, now even I have to admit that Fang Zhenguo's strength is no weaker than the Ten Jinshi Elders! But you must not forget that Fang Yun is a tired soldier. His talent can be continuously restored. But his literary courage is not much. As for the consumption of will and spirit, when the glory of the people was formed, it had already shown signs of decline."
Zong Wuyuan added in a deep voice: "General Xin is right. Fang Zhenguo has been fighting literary battles, but Mr. Qu Hange has been resting. With one tired and the other idle, Mr. Qu will surely win. What's more... I believe that Mr. Qu is 100% sure to win!"
"Oh?" The people of Qing were immediately excited, not understanding why Zong Wuyuan said that.
Zong Wuyuan was not only the Minister of Rites, but also a direct descendant of the Zong family. He was far more informed than most people present.
Zong Wuyuan had just finished speaking. Everyone heard Zong Jibing talking, so they looked towards Fang Yun and Zong Jibing.
"In the tenth literary battle, you will definitely lose!" Zong Jibing said to Fang Yun bluntly.
"Oh? I don't think so, but since Mr. Zong said so, I would like to hear the details." Fang Yun said.
Zong Jibing smiled and said, "I just know more than you. As for what I know, I won't tell you. At this point, you are already extremely tired. It's useless even if you know."
"Since Mr. Zong has determined that I will lose without a doubt, why don't you tell me? Could it be that Mr. Zong is using his tactics against me?" Fang Yun asked doubtfully.
"Your provocation is useless to me! I will never say anything. I am just telling you to prepare for failure as early as possible. Don't wait until the final failure when you find it hard to accept and become devastated. It's easy for you to come to this Qing Kingdom, but it won't be easy for you to leave!" Zong Jibing said and turned to leave.
"Well said!" Some young people from Qing Kingdom cheered for Zong Jibing.
"As expected of you, Mr. Zong. You must not lose your fighting spirit!"
Some people in Qing Kingdom seemed to be grasping at straws.
However, most of the scholars in Qing Kingdom kept silent and waited for the final moment. Only if Qu Hange won, would it be a real victory.
Zong Jibing returned to Qingguo's seat and stood in front of Qu Hange.
Qu Hange was the oldest among the group, already over ninety years old. He wore an ordinary gray-white scholar's cap, had sparse hair, and his face was covered with wrinkles and age spots. His eyes were particularly cloudy, even a little yellow, his teeth had all fallen out, and his lips were shrunk inward, like a chrysanthemum bud waiting to bloom.
Qu Hange's back was a little hunched. He stood up slowly, looking so weak that it seemed that anyone could knock him down.
However, no one dared to underestimate this old man.
When it comes to protracted battles, Qu Hange may not be as good as the old scholars in their sixties or seventies. When it comes to high-intensity combat, he is also not as good. However, when it comes to short-term burst strength, the older he is, the stronger he is!
By the time Qu Hange reached his age, his will and spirit had been refined to be extremely pure. His literary talent level might not be high enough, but it was very solid. Even the Mingqi birds of the same rank could do nothing to them.
Their verbal sparring, after being tested by time and battles, has become extremely powerful. Even if Fang Yun's verbal sparring had real dragon bones, it would still be inferior to them.
If they were to engage in a literary battle with others, they could use the Sword Summoning Poem and the Hidden Blade Poem, which would be even stronger than Fang Yun's current one. However, facing Fang Yun, they could not use them, and instead were at a disadvantage in the verbal battle.
In Fang Yun's opinion, Qu Hange's greatest strength is his experience. He knows much better than Fang Yun what tactics to use, when to retreat and when to advance, how to choose battle poems, and how to win!
There was no trace of emotion in Qu Hange's cloudy old eyes.
Zong Jibing bowed his head and said, "My skills are not good enough and I was defeated by Fang Yun. Please use all your strength, Mr. Qu, to defeat Fang Yun with your writing, to save Xiangzhou and enhance the prestige of our country!"
"Leave it to me!" Qu Hange walked over, stretched out his hand and patted Zong Jibing's shoulder, then walked forward slowly.
Fang Yun and Qu Hange looked at each other.
It was not until Qu Hange came close to Fang Yun that Fang Yun took the initiative to greet him: "Junior Fang Yun, nice to meet Mr. Qu."
After all, this man is over 90 years old, and Fang Yun cannot be impolite in front of him no matter what.
"Hmph!" Qu Hange snorted, "I, a Qing countryman, am going to participate in the Qixi Literary Festival. Why are you, a Jing countryman, humiliating me so much? Why don't you show mercy when you can't?"
Looking up at Taichung, it was completely silent.
Among the previous nine Jinshi, some had mild personalities or did not have sufficient status, but Qu Hange had been extremely stubborn for many years, and as one of the ten old Jinshi, he also had sufficient status.
This tenth literary battle was of vital importance and was about to break out. Qu Hange must have had bad intentions in mentioning this matter at this time.
Many people from Qing and Jing clenched their fists.
If the timing had not been wrong, the people of both countries would have lost their composure and started a war of words.
Some people of Jing were worried. Qu Hange was too senior. If Fang Yun answered too strongly, it would be bad for his reputation. If he answered too weakly, it would be like being afraid before the battle and he would most likely be suppressed by Qu Hange's momentum.
Fang Yun looked at Qu Hange, and after a moment he said, "Because Qing Kingdom has never spared my Jing Kingdom!"
"Well said!" Many Jing people shouted, venting their anger towards Qing by supporting Fang Yun.
.(To be continued..)