"Pass the meal!"

The people of the two countries ate slowly, drank and fed, and talked in low voices.

As soon as Fang Yun put down his chopsticks, he received many letters from friends, most of whom asked him how he was brave and whether he wanted to fight Xiangzhou, and he gave the same answer.

Okay, a qiē as usual.

Someone else said about the change in the list, Fang Yun entered and took a look, crying and laughing, these Qingguo people simply have no brains, if they really can't fight, they will naturally leave immediately.

As a result, Qingguoren deduced that he left directly for the sake of bad face, and at least won a few games before leaving.

Fang Yun shook his head and closed his eyes.

Next, there will be a literary battle with the ten jinshi.

Wendou is relatively simple, two people stand in front of the Wenyuan, you come and go, and you can also prohibit the other party from using a certain means.

The cultural war is different, it will generally be carried out in the literary world, and the environment of each cultural war has changed, and it is lucky to meet the right place for you, and if you encounter a place that is not suitable for you, you can only consider yourself unlucky.

There are very few restrictions on civil warfare.

However, in order to prevent the children of the family from relying too much on the strength of the family, Wen Zhan stipulated that each person could only use three divine objects or cultural treasures, and could not use an item containing the aura of the holy throne, such as the holy page.

Before the war, Fang Yun had already thought that the inkstone turtle must be carried, followed by a Hanlin Wenbao pen, which was a gift from Chen Sheng's family, which could not only enhance the power of the war poems, but also sealed a Hanlin poem "Long Wind Travel", which had excellent results.

As for the third piece, it was naturally the Fog Butterfly, with the Fog Butterfly's weak water and the power of the strange wind, Fang Yun believed that his Iron Horse Binghe could beat most of the Ten Jinshi in the distance, but it was difficult to say in front of Qu Hange, Zong Jibing and Qiu Chongshan, after all, the power of "Wind and Rain Dream Battle" was too scattered to decide the outcome with one blow.

In the afternoon, everyone went to the State Academy of Literature in Baling City.

The soldiers closed the road, and Fang Yun's pure-blooded dragon horse luxury car was at the front, majestic.

Behind is the king's carriage, from the coachman to the maid inside to Qingjun, all of them are unhappy.

It stands to reason that the carriages of the two should move forward side by side, but even if the horses of Qingjun's carriage were whipped to pieces, they did not dare to be in parallel with Fang Yun's pure-blooded dragon horses, and those horses only dared to follow behind the dragon horse luxury car honestly.

The car arrived at the square in front of the State Academy of Literature and dismounted.

The sky was clear and cloudless.

One side of Wenyuan Street was closed by officers and soldiers, and there were no pedestrians, but the people on the opposite side were crowded to the board, and if it had not been blocked by a large number of officers and soldiers holding hands, it would have been like a flood.

"I've seen Fang Xusheng!"

"Fang Xusheng, you must win!"

"You dare to push me? You push me again! Believe it or not, Fang Xusheng will kill you with a pen!" Someone suddenly scolded the soldiers of Qingguo, and the soldiers were so frightened that they were restrained.

"We should have enough Qingguo people!"

"Xiangzhou returns!

"Return to Jingguo!"

Many people in Xiangzhou shouted one after another, especially some old scholars, who cried with joy.

Qingjun and Qingguo officials are eager to kill all these people, and they are simply embarrassed.

The officials of Jingguo had tacit smiles on their faces, and this was the most proud moment after coming to Qingguo.

Fang Yun hugged his fist to the people of Xiangzhou, as if he had said hello, and was about to enter the academy when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Fang Xusheng is slow and slow, the covenant between you and me will be fulfilled today. ”

Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, although he had heard this voice, he couldn't remember it for a while, at least he was stunned for more than a breath before Fang Yun remembered this person, and then looked into the crowd.

I saw an old man walking slowly through the crowd, the crowd was crowded, but the man didn't seem to be hindered in any way, the people in front of him were pushed away by invisible forces, and he didn't realize that he was being squeezed away.

This is the old man Fang Yun met in Yashanju in Mingye Lane when he was a soldier in Yuhai City, and later learned that this old man was the famous Xu Sanjue.

This Xu Sanjue has made countless meritorious contributions, he was injured in the Battle of the Two Realms Mountain, and later fought against Caoman, and finally injured Wen Gut, and has been recuperating in Yuhai City.

Regarding the agreement with Xu Sanjue, Fang Yun couldn't think of it for a while, because the reason why he saw Xu Sanjue was that Xu Sanjue was clever in painting and could disguise himself. However, thinking of Yi Rong and the calligraphy and paintings of Yashanju, Fang Yun suddenly realized that he finally remembered the agreement of the day.

Fang Yun hurriedly greeted him, Xu Sanjue walked to the front, standing between the two Qingguo soldiers, his face was old, and his originally cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a glint of light.

"You have obtained the inkstone turtle, I will give it to the ink girl!" Xu Sanjue finished speaking, and suddenly raised his hand to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun hurriedly took out the inkstone turtle from the drinking river shell.

The inkstone turtle suddenly moved its nose, then opened its mouth wide, its eyes widened, and looked at the sky with ecstaty.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, and there were no dark clouds in the sky, and it was obviously daylight at this time, but the whole Baling City suddenly went dark.

Countless people looked up at the sky, the sun was gone, and it was like night.

When everyone was puzzled, they saw a statue of a woman suddenly appear in the sky above the holy courtyard.

This statue seems to be carved from black jade, full of height of 100 feet, the whole body is pitch black but exudes a warm luster, the face is exquisite, the nose is delicate and straight, the thin lips are like two blackened peach blossoms, the arms are slender, and there is a pair of round jade feet under the skirt. Every part of her body was perfect, even if this woman was as black as ink, everyone instinctively felt that this was a peerless woman who had captivated the country and the city.

Suddenly, all the inkstones, ingots, and ink within a radius of thousands of miles shook slightly.

Then, the ink and ink ingots within a hundred miles flew towards the ink girl.

I saw that above the sky, the ink ingots were like clouds, and the ink was like rain, all of which flew upside down into the body of the ink girl.

"My dragon's blood ink ingot!" called a Kyungkook University scholar.

Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, and then found that all the ink ingots he had hidden in the drinking river shell, including a holy blood ink ingot given by the Confucian Saint Family, all flew towards the ink girl.

Fang Yun was extremely painful, and when he looked back, he saw that the ink ingots carried by Qingjun, Jiang Hechuan, Qingguo Wenxiang and others all flew towards the ink girl together, and his heart suddenly felt very balanced.

"That's my heirloom!It's the Dragon Saint's Blood Ink!Come on, kill this monster!" Qingjun let out a terrible scream, watching the ink ingots inlaid with gold wires fly high.

Many young or low-level scholars also shouted, everyone was anxious, and the ink ingots they carried with them were their best, but now they were all sucked away, how could they not be angry!

Some even let out their rhetorical swords, ready to attack at any time.

However, all scholars with high academic status or old age have no intention of attacking although they are distressed, and most of them have strange eyes.

Zong Wuyuan clenched his fists, watching the Holy Blood Ink Ingot given to him by Zong Sheng being sucked away, in addition to reluctance, there was also a trace of fanaticism in his eyes, and his hand quietly fell on the official seal.

Not only Zong Wuyuan, but all the people who can control the talent of the holy temple have their hands on the official seal.

"Why don't you attack this monster!" Qingjun shouted.

Qingguo Wenxiang said: "Don't panic if you are a gentleman! This is the appearance of the ink girl, and it is a great auspicious rui! The blessing of Qingguo, the blessing of the king!".

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