Qingguo people silently looked at the excited Jingguo people.

"Don't be discouraged, there is still a chance! Take out the poet's Tanabata poems, and you will definitely be able to beat the crowd!"

"That's right, as soon as Fang Yun's words come out, immediately press him with Lord Shijun's poems!"

While everyone was celebrating, Feng Yuanjun and Fang Yun were chatting about the Dragon Pavilion in the corner of the city tower.

After chatting for a while, Feng Yuanjun said in a low voice: "When there are many people, it is inconvenient for me to say. Your song "Yongri" is bright and red, there is no problem at all, but the momentum of the last two sentences of the original text is far less than the first two sentences. The last sentence of 'Sun Breaking Yuntao Shenzhou Red', Shenzhou Red should be 'Chixian Shenzhou' in the "Historical Records", but the four words 'Sun Breaking Yuntao' have a faint tendency of emperors competing with each other, so what does it mean to make the big day golden dragon stronger?"

Fang Yun secretly said that this Feng Yuanjun, who was about to become Hanlin, was really extraordinary, but that was a matter of another world, so he could only divert the topic and said: "Let's talk about this later, I'm just curious about what will happen to the golden dragon after it is the most ruthless?"

Feng Yuanjun said with a smile: "This kind of thing involving the dragon clan, I'm afraid that even the saints don't know much. There have been imperial poems before, and the dragons that flew out of the pages of the poems all went to the Dragon Palace without exception. As for the specifics of those dragons, some speculate that they will be reincarnated as real dragons, and some say that they will become treasures, and so on. ”

Subsequently, Feng Yuanjun changed his words and said: "However, everyone who writes imperial poems will receive special preferential treatment from the dragon clan, and if you enter the sea in the future, as long as you say that you are the Fang Yun who wrote "Yongri", no kraken dares to hurt you." Although the Jiaolong clan has a close relationship with the demon world, they don't dare to harm you openly. In the future, even if you are caught by the dragon clan in battle, as long as you don't kill the true dragon bloodline, the dragon palace will still treat you like a guest. ”

"I see. Fang Yundao.

A person next to him said in a low voice: "There is a dragon envoy who peels off the skin of the Holy Clan's Jiaowang to apologize to you, and the demon clan will definitely not dare to target you in the past month or two, otherwise those dragon clans who want to save face will definitely rush into the demon world and kill for a few days." ”

"But ......," Feng Yuanjun hesitated for a moment, "It's not like before, even if you make imperial poems, you won't be suspicious of the royal family of the Ten Kingdoms." Instead, he will be recruited by the royal family. It's just that none of the people who made imperial poems were canonized. ”

Fang Yun said with a smile: "Then those who can't compose imperial poems can be canonized? How many saints have there been in the world?"

Again, you shouldn't worry about that. Maybe when you really become a Wenzong, you can break through by sitting on the Enlightenment River for a few days. Feng Yuanjun said with a smile.

At this time, more than 20 soldiers carried the two dragon horns into the tower.

Dragon's horns are somewhat similar to deer antlers, but they are larger, harder, thicker, yellowish in color, and have a faint halo on them.

King Jiao of Qingjiang was not very old, and his two dragon horns were only five feet high. was placed on a wooden plank, and ten child veterans slowly lifted it in, and it seemed that it would not be less than three thousand catties.

A partial general next to him explained: "This dragon horn is not an ordinary dragon horn that has been shed, but contains the qi and blood essence of the Jiao King, so it is much heavier than an ordinary dragon horn." Congratulations to Fang Banxiang, if he becomes a jinshi, he will have something to sharpen his sword. ”

All the lifters and jinshi present looked at Fang Yun with envy.

There are many ways to temper the sword, before the sword can be brewed with a sword poem, and after the sword is formed, it needs to be sharpened with foreign objects. Among them, the dragon horn is one of the best gods, and the dragon horn of the demon king who is directly cut off like this is the top grade among the gods, which can be used to sharpen the Confucian's lips and swords.

Dong Zhifu said: "Jian Meigong's blood-draining ancient sword is because it is sharpened extremely strong with a dragon horn of the dragon grandson, and a sword comes out. It's on par with the words and swords of ordinary Confucians. ”

"These two dragon horns are not as good as the dragon horns of Jian Mei Gong, but they are better than too much. ”

"Fang Yun will not become a jinshi until at least next year, so it is better to plant a dragon horn in the ground and dilute it with dragon blood. The food grown has the effect of strengthening the body and increasing longevity, and it is said that the genius disciples of all the holy families grew up eating this kind of dragon blood food. ”

"Who said that Fang Yun will only be promoted to the Jinshi next year, maybe he will be successful this year. ”

"It wouldn't be surprising if he was a junior this year. But it's hard to win the top spot. After all, there are several people from wealthy families who want to compete for the position of champion this year, and Fang Yun should avoid its edge. ”

"This is reasonable......

Everyone chatted as they watched as the soldier lifted the dragon horn in front of Fang Yun and put it down.

Fang Yun stretched out his hand to stroke the dragon horns, which were very smooth, but there was a slight tingling to the touch, as if an invisible force was repelling him. Fang Yun was sure in his heart, this was the real dragon horn, it was a part of King Jiao's body, the strength was still there, King Jiao was not dead, so he would naturally reject him, the great enemy.

Fang Yun remembered the extremely hateful gaze of King Jiao when he was captured by the Dragon Clan's seal, and smiled indifferently.

The little fox walked to the dragon's horn curiously, sniffed lightly with his nose, and suddenly smiled, opened his mouth to reveal a row of small white teeth, and bit hard at the dragon's horn.

"Quack ......"

There were very shallow marks on the dragon's horns, but the little fox's teeth made a strange noise, and at the same time, a small white tooth with blood burst out of its mouth.

The slave looked at the dragon horn blankly, and then looked at Fang Yun, his eyes were extremely helpless, and his mouth muttered softly, as if to say: Hard!

The little fox looked down at the little white fang on the ground, and looked up at Fang Yun again, his shining eyes were full of tears and grievances, as if to say: It hurts!

Fang Yun hurriedly picked up the little fox, wanting to take a closer look at its teeth, but the slave closed his mouth tightly, tears burst out of his eyes, covered his mouth with his two front paws, and buried his head in Fang Yun's chest while screaming, as if to say: The teeth are gone!

Fang Yun immediately stretched out his hand to slap the dragon's horns like a child, and said as he struck: "Slave, look, I have avenged you!

After a while, the slave raised his head, rubbed his eyes with his pink little paws, looked at the dragon horns angrily, and then waved his little claws to make the appearance of hitting the dragon horns, and waved several times before relieving his hatred, and then jumped down and grabbed his teeth, turned his head to look at the dragon horns, and his eyes flashed with hatred.

The slave suddenly stretched out his claws and grabbed the dragon horn like lightning, and then quickly rushed into Fang Yun's arms, looked at the dragon horn triumphantly, and said happily, as if he had taken revenge.

Fang Yun couldn't cry or laugh at this silly slave, and the people around him laughed.

"You can help me get the dragon horns home. Fang Yundao.

"Yes!"

The soldiers left with the dragon's horns, and many watched with envy as the dragon's horns went out.

Feng Yuanjun said with a smile: "This dragon horn has just been broken, and it contains the qi and blood power of the Jiao King, which is naturally heavy and hard. After seven days, the amount of qi and blood power will merge into the dragon horns, and it will become lighter and softer. The dragon horn has a wide range of uses, in addition to tempering the sword and planting dragon blood grain, grinding it into powder can be used as medicine to hang the life, which is better than the old mountain ginseng. ”

Governor Dong said: "Fang Yun, you have the dragon blood ink ingot of Scholar Li, and it doesn't make much sense to ask for the Jiao blood ink ingot. You might as well let them condense your Jiao blood into a few pieces of Jiao Blood Jade, which will be extremely useful. After we become a scholar, we will all get the demon king's blood jade rewarded by the imperial court, and if we become a scholar, we can get the dragon blood jade. ”

Governor Dong said, showing the demon king's blood jade pendant on his waist, which was a piece of red jade with a diameter of about an inch, and a strange light flowed on it.

Feng Yuanjun said: "What we Jinshi get is ordinary demon king blood jade, only by getting the title of 'cabinet senator', can we get Jiaowang blood jade, you are good, not only half-phase, you can call you Fang Senate in a few days." ”

Everyone laughed good-naturedly, and the four ministers of the cabinet were the heads, and a few high-quality officials could participate in the cabinet deliberations, collectively referred to as the Senate, and the lower ones were "cabinet walking", which could only listen to the deliberations but could not participate in the deliberations.

The literati of Jingguo laughed and laughed, and the literati of Qingguo were lifeless.

The literati of Qingguo sadly found that in the past, suppressing the literati of Jingguo was like playing, but how could it be so difficult to suppress a Fang Yun!

The Liu family's mourning team has not come for a long time, the biggest crisis Jiangzhou rain disaster has been swept away, even the Dragon Palace is indirectly helping Fang Yun, if anyone blames Fang Yun for the rain disaster, it is definitely equivalent to helping Fang Yun improve his literary name, a show only wrote an imperial poem to force the dignified saint Jiaowang to break his horn and peel the skin, what do you want Fang Yun to do?

A Qingguo person muttered in a low voice: "It's just an imperial poem, not a war poem, there is nothing to boast about, and the demon clan may not care." If you have the ability to try it before being a saint, the demon clan will definitely send all your strength to kill him!"

"Wait for their words, as long as Fang Yun can't make good words, he must be good-looking!"

But more than half of the Qingguo people are silent, they are completely afraid, they have completely given up suppressing Jingguo, they just want to return to Qingguo peacefully, and then they will not set foot on Jingguo if they die!

Fang Yun is really terrifying!

Only the poet clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, waiting for the last opportunity.

As the sun set, there were more and more people downstairs in the city.

A large area is circled under the castle tower, and many tables and chairs are placed for hundreds of people to sit. There are many temporary stalls on the street not far away, among which the eating and drinking stalls are the most. There are many lanterns hanging on the streets, which make the surrounding area around the South Vice-Castle Tower extremely bright.

Fang Yun wrote the imperial poem and summoned the golden dragon of the Great Sun to disperse the flood has been spread throughout the city, and more and more people are rushing here, which is more lively than the Dragon Boat Festival.

Many men and women appeared on the streets or in the open space, looking up at the castle towers, quietly waiting for today's Qixi Festival to be a masterpiece.

Yang Yuhuan and Mrs. Lai's wife, Mrs. Pang's two families, as well as the surrounding neighbors, came here.

"This year's Qixi Festival is extraordinarily grand, and last year there was no pomp and circumstance today. ”

General Lai said: "Of course, today's Fang Yun poem has become a dragon, and the government has specially publicized it, putting up lanterns, to congratulate Fang Yun, and to celebrate the receding of the flood." ”

A young girl said boldly: "I heard that if the Qixi Festival produces a famous poem that brightens the morning glory Vega, then everyone present can find the person you like! Fang Mao is so powerful, he must be able to." ”

"Silly girl. We all believe that Fang Maocai wrote the Tanabata words of Mingzhou, but if you want to attract the starlight of Morning Glory and Vega, you need to write a poem into a town. Qixi poems are there every year, but the only one that can control the country is the untitled poem 'Morning Glory, the Han Girl of the Bright River', and the last sentence of 'Yingying a water, the pulse is silent' is the finishing touch, and it can be sung for hundreds of years to town, and the poem was not able to trigger the morning glory and weaver girl starlight on the day it was completed. General Lai said with a smile.

"That'...... It's not impossible. Fang Daniu on the side was a little unconvinced.

Pang Juren smiled and said: "Big Niu, it's okay to blindly praise Fang Yun! We all hope that Fang Yun will become a town more than you, but we can't talk about it." ”

Fang Daniu was even more unconvinced, and said: "It's not that our young master hasn't written Zhenguo poems!" (to be continued......)