The piece of paper disappeared without a trace, leaving only a piece of green dragon skin in his hand.
"What's going on! Who can get this obscene article from thousands of miles away?" Fang Yun immediately looked around, but there was nothing.
Fortunately, this was not the first time this had happened, and Fang Yun immediately understood, muttering to himself, "Where is the great scholar's dirty writing in this strange book of heaven and earth?"
Fang Yun immediately "saw" a void. A page of yellowed paper was floating in the void. The blood-colored words on it suddenly began to beat slowly like blood vessels. The beating sound became louder and louder, and finally sounded like beating drums.
The bloody words seemed to be bound by some force and were struggling.
Far away where the Yangtze River meets the East China Sea, there is an extremely wide estuary. Deep in the estuary, a magnificent Jiaolong Palace stands at the bottom of the river.
"Father, that Li Wenying has bullied my water tribe too much. Please give me a treasure to take back that great scholar's dirty writings."
"Take a drop of my holy blood and slowly search for that page of the great scholar's obscene writings."
"Li Wenying has already killed that vile snake, so you should get it. To deal with Li Wenying, I'm afraid you will need a drop of your blood."
"If he gets it, he will definitely go back to Dayuan Mansion to let the power of the Holy Temple cleanse it first, and he won't go to the river to do it. That little snake is smart, I'm afraid she will hide the dirty writings of the great scholar in the place where she passes by."
"Okay! I will transform into a human and search slowly."
"Well, go ahead... Wait, you don't have to go."
"Father, you..."
"My holy blood has been wiped out. The Holy Temple must not be so quick. It must be the semi-saints of the human race who took action! That's it. The 'paradise' is just a legend. You can go down now."
In the forest, Fang Yun "saw" in the void that the blood on the page was gradually lifted off the paper by a huge force, and then the blood turned into a tiny dragon, roaring to the sky and twisting its body wildly.
But the invisible force was extremely terrifying and tightly bound the blood-colored dragon.
Fang Yun couldn't help but wipe his sweat.
"Is this the legendary semi-saint's divine consciousness? This drop of blood combined with the divine consciousness contained in it can give one the ability of a university scholar at the lowest level and the power of a great scholar at the highest level. A drop of blood can destroy a city and a thought can break a mountain. How did Qishu Tiandi do this?"
Fang Yun thought to himself, and looked carefully at the obscene article written by the great scholar. The blood color on it completely disappeared, and every word was shining with golden light, emitting a soft glow. At the same time, an elegant voice came from the paper, reciting the contents above non-stop.
"The sound lingers in my ears. It must be the manuscript written by Tao Sheng when he was a great scholar. But how can I get this thing out? Wonderful book, give it to me and let me see it."
The strange book world did not move.
"this… "
Fang Yun was just suspecting that Qishu Tiandi was going to take the great scholar's manuscript for themselves when the fragments of Peach Blossom Spring disappeared. Then Fang Yun heard a deafening sound in his ears.
"During the Taiyuan period of the Jin Dynasty, a man from Wuling made a living by fishing. He walked along the stream, forgetting how far he had gone. Suddenly he came across a forest of peach blossoms..."
The sound was ethereal, carrying with it a wonderful artistic conception that transcends everything, making people feel as if they had entered a beautiful mountain village with peach blossoms in full bloom, forgetting the world and living forever in the world of "Peach Blossom Spring".
Fang Yun realized that it was the strange book world that sent the fragments of "Peach Blossom Spring" into his own literary palace. He felt very comfortable when he listened to it once, but felt dizzy when he listened to it the second time.
The manuscripts of great scholars have great power. Like powerful literary treasures, they can be collected in the Wen Palace, which is of great benefit to the Wen Palace. However, Fang Yun is only a scholar now. Even though he has literary courage and can barely be considered half a juren, he still cannot withstand the repeated tempering of the lingering sound.
After just over thirty breaths, Fang Yun could no longer bear it and Wen Gong swayed slightly.
The deafening lingering sound immediately disappeared and returned to the world of strange books.
Fang Yun took a look at the tiny blood dragon struggling in the void, returned to the camp in a daze, lay down and fell into a deep sleep.
In the early morning, nearly a thousand reinforcements from Dayuan Prefecture arrived. After receiving the message from Li Wenying, the governor of Gezhou came in person. He not only brought five Jinshi officials and sixteen Juren officials, but also an old Hanlin who had just resigned, fearing that something might happen to Fang Yun and others. They collected the bodies of all the fallen soldiers and walked out of the forest.
This day is also the day when "The Holy Word" and "Wen Bao" were published.
The Holy Way and Literary Newspapers in various parts of the ten countries were published as scheduled, with no difference from usual.
However, there were some slight differences outside the literary academies in various places in the Ten Countries. The booksellers belonging to Xuanting Bookstore wore uniform clothes and pushed carts with advertising banners. They bought large quantities of "The Holy Way" and "Wenbao" at the literary academies and put them on the carts, and at the same time sold various books such as "The West Chamber".
There was a huge crowd of people outside the Wenyuan Bookstore in Dayuan Prefecture, several times more than when "The Holy Way" was published every month. The level of excitement was almost equal to that of the annual county and prefectural examinations.
"Hey, Mr. Liu, why are you here? You are over 80 years old, why don't you let the servants buy it?"
"I can't wait! I heard that Fang Shuangjia's masterpiece is published in "Sacred Dao" again, three full texts, two co-written, which not only contains the new painting techniques I like, but also helps Jianmei Gong to revise his poems. How can I sit still! Old Song, you are over 70 years old, and you came here by yourself, right?"
"Haha, same here. Jiangzhou finally produced a great talent, and his poems were published in the Holy Way. Of course I came to buy it myself. Alas, what a pity! If he had been born fifty years earlier, and the Humble House Praise had been published fifty years earlier, you and I could have passed the imperial examination long ago."
"So I'm going to buy ten copies this time and let each of my grandchildren have one. They'll have to read his poems every day, and I guarantee they'll pass the imperial examination!"
"That's right! Look at the people around you. Eight out of ten of them are buying for their children and grandchildren."
"He is the first person to invite the Holy Words, and the first person to invite the Holy Selection. Anyone who doesn't learn his poems is a fool! Maybe he will become the first saint in our Dayuan Mansion!"
"It's possible! Then I have to find a way to get his calligraphy so that I can have it as a family heirloom!"
"Don't mention it. Now all the scholars in the city are trying their best to get his calligraphy, but he doesn't participate in any poetry and prose meetings now. He is only focused on studying and taking the exam for the scholar degree. No one has a chance."
"Alas, it's May again, and the fifth day is the Dragon Boat Festival. As usual, the scholars from Qing will cross the river to compete with us in poetry and dragon boat racing. We have lost for more than ten years in a row. I hope Fang Yun won't stay away for the sake of studying, which will embarrass Jing every year."
"Yeah, alas."
When the people nearby heard about the Dragon Boat Festival, their expressions became gloomy.
"Fang Yun is powerful, but this generation's 'Poet' is in Qing Country. Poet will not come, but his fellow disciples or students may come. Even if Fang Yun is here, it is more likely to be dangerous."
"Yes, the Dragon Boat Festival is not a competition for one person, but a competition for everyone on the boat."
"Fang Yun will not participate in the Dragon Boat Festival."
"Why?" many people asked.
"Have you forgotten? The dragon boat race is about using poetry to mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth. The participants are all Juren and Xiucai. He is just a Tongsheng. Even if he can write a poem better than the Zhenguo, it will be useless."
"well!"
“Wait until next year.”
"Fang Yun will definitely be able to do it next year!"
Many copies of "The Holy Way" and "Literary Newspaper" were bought. Some people read them immediately, some read them carefully after meals, and some hurried to a secret place outside the city and gave dozens of copies of "The Holy Way" and "Literary Newspaper" to an eagle monster.
The eagle demon grabbed the wrapped "Holy Way" and "Literary News", flew into the clouds, and headed towards the Wild Demon Mountain at an extremely fast speed.
Desolate Monster Mountain, Jingcheng Peak, and Youmeng Palace.
All the rebellious scholars stood in front of the temple. This was what they had to do on the first day of every month. Even if they were rebellious scholars, even if they hated humans and worshipped demons, they were still fascinated by the power of the Holy Way.
They respect the Holy Way, but not the human race.
A demon servant came in carrying a large bag, took out a copy of "The Holy Way" and a copy of "Literary Newspaper", and handed them to Feng Chengjue, the rebellious scholar and university scholar who was neither human nor ghost, and neither demon, in Youmeng Palace.
Feng Chengjue glanced at the catalog, snorted coldly, and said, "It's that Fang Yun who's stealing the show again! I hope he'll take care of himself. If he dares to become a scholar before the Saint, I'll kill him! A mere Li Wenying can't stop me!"
"Li Wenying is naturally not as good as you, sir. You are one of the four great talents of the previous generation."
Feng Chengjue flipped through the book and said, "I heard that Fang Yun's poem "Praise of the Humble House" is quite good. I haven't read it before, so it's a good opportunity to take a look."
Soon, Feng Chengjue turned to the page where "Praise of the Humble House" was located. After reading a few sentences, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but continue reading slowly.
When I was halfway through reading, all the words in "Praise of the Humble Dwelling" suddenly shook slightly, emitting a faint light and a deep sound.
"What's so shabby about it!"
Feng Chengjue and all the rebellious scholars present screamed.
"ah… "
Feng Chengjue was the worst off. His eyes were blinded by the light, and cracks appeared on his Wendan and Wengong. The Wengongs of other rebellious scholars also had problems one after another. The three with the most unstable Wengongs suddenly bled from all seven orifices and fell to the ground and died. Several others had their Wengongs shattered and became completely demented.
In the end, only less than half of the people were able to hold on, but a large number of cracks appeared in the palace, which were difficult to repair in a short period of time.
"Damn you, half-saint! You actually used the Courage Refining Text and Confucius' words to plot against us! Report it quickly and tell everyone not to read today's "Sacred Way"! Be careful of the trap!"
"Yes!" A rebellious scholar hurried away.
Feng Chengjue's face was hideous and ferocious. His dragon claws grasped the throne tightly, scattering the powder of the stone throne. He gritted his teeth and said, "It must be that the semi-saint used this article to warn us not to explore the identity of the five-movement scholar! Damn it, I can become a great scholar quickly, but after this sneak attack, not only will it take a long time, but I will even have to go back to the demon world to repair my literary talent! Fang Yun, you are unlucky! Pass my order immediately, I want you to kill Fang Yun at all costs! I will go back to the demon world to recuperate now. If Fang Yun is not dead when I come back, you will all die! All die!"
"Yes, sir! We must mobilize all the forces in Jiangzhou to kill Fang Yun!"
Feng Chengjue stood up and walked out of the hall, saying as he walked: "Whoever kills Fang Yun will be rewarded greatly, and will receive a magical fruit that will increase his lifespan by fifty years! If you need anything from me in the future, I will definitely agree! I want to eat Fang Yun! Eat him bit by bit, inch by inch!"
"yes!"
The rebellious literati looked at Feng Chengjue leaving with sad faces.