The officials of Qingguo showed a look of disappointment that could not be concealed.

Qingjun coughed lightly and said, "No wonder someone said a few years ago that Xu Sanjue had obtained a strange thing, and it turned out to be the ink girl. This thing should have been dedicated to the demi-saint, but he kept it himself, which was too greedy. ”

"Then can Qingjun be willing to give Qingguo to me? I promise that under my governance, Qingguo's national strength will be doubled!" Fang Yun shot back unceremoniously.

Qingjun glanced at Fang Yun unhappily, although Fang Yun is a false saint, but after all, he is young, if he argues with others, a young man is enough to resolve the accusation, but he is not young, and he is the monarch of a country, if he really wants to argue with Fang Yun about this matter, not to mention that he may be refuted by Fang Yun, his already bad reputation will inevitably be hit hard again.

The people of Qingguo may be biased towards him as the king, but the human races in the rest of the countries and ancient lands value Fang Yun more.

Qingjun didn't answer, but glanced around, and found that the Zong family was ashamed and annoyed, and everyone in Jingguo was proud and angry.

"Fang Xusheng, since you have obtained the ink girl, let's enter the academy. Qingjun said and made a gesture of please.

Fang Yun didn't bother with Qingjun, turned around and walked towards the Xiangzhou Academy.

The door of the Xiangzhou Academy of Literature is open, and the door frames on both sides are carved with a pair of persuasions written by Fang Yun last year.

There is a diligent path in the book mountain, and there is no end to the hard work of learning the sea.

From that day on, Fang Yun was truly famous all over the world.

Fang Yun looked at this persuasion of the Student Federation, sighed with emotion, and stopped.

The others then stopped.

Jiang Hechuan smiled and said, "Fang Xusheng, when you wrote this persuasion, it seems that you were just a showman." ”

He Ludong said with a smile: "It's not just a show, it's also written when I was named the first talent in the world just after the government exam." At that time, I thought that it was just luck for him to test all three subjects, but when I think about it today, I am really ashamed of myself back then. ”

Qingjun also exclaimed: "Back then, Fang Xusheng broke the Jingguo Heavenly Desolation, and even achieved the only third-class child of the human race through the ages, envying us and others. In the past two years, I don't know how many readers have repeatedly pondered Fang Xusheng's poems and articles. ”

Qingguo officials could see that Qingjun wanted to use the praise of Fang Yun to eliminate the previous embarrassment, so they echoed one after another.

However, the people of the Zong family kept their mouths shut, their faces were pale, and they didn't need to think about it, the appearance of the ink girl was too important, and today's events would inevitably be published in the "Wen Bao" on the tenth day of the second month, and the Zong family would inevitably be ridiculed by the ten countries.

Fang Yun was not interested in listening to these people's praise, so he stopped for a moment and then walked inside.

Behind the gate of Xiangzhou Academy of Literature is the common temple square, and then in front is the quaint but full of majesty of the temple, the temple is black tiles and red walls, Zhumen Stanley, the surface is glowing with a faint white light.

In front of the temple, ten old men dressed in white jinshi uniforms lined up, and there were some Qingguo officials next to them.

These old men stood there with their eyes closed, but their hearts were silently reciting the holy scriptures.

They didn't participate in today's banquet, they didn't go to see the official seal, they didn't know what happened today, and they didn't even open their eyes when the ink girl appeared.

Nothing can affect them.

Most of these old people had age spots on their faces, the youngest was seventy-three years old, and the oldest was ninety-one years old.

In terms of scriptures, articles, poems, and songs, these ten veteran scholars may not be as good as the leaders among the young scholars of various countries; in terms of talent, brilliance, and intelligence, these people may not be as good as the young people in the literary ranks.

An iron rod may not be able to write on paper, and after decades of polishing, it still can't write like a brush, but it can be sharpened into a murderous weapon!

These ten old jinshi are not pens, but swords!

They may have lost the opportunity to be promoted to a higher literary position, but among the Jinshi, even those young people who are so talented that they are bound to become great Confucians are far inferior to them!

Those young geniuses could look down on them later, but now, the young geniuses could only keep their heads down.

Fang Yun's gaze swept over the ten people, and the details of these ten people flashed in his mind.

Everyone's experience in civil warfare is richer than him, everyone's use of war poems and swords exceeds him, everyone's life and death dangers are more than him, and everyone's life and death are as if they are coming from the blood mist.

Ten people opened their eyes in unison, and the entire temple square seemed to be a cold winter, and everyone under the scholars instinctively shrank back.

In front of Fang Yun's eyes, a mountain of thousands of corpses and a sea of blood appeared, but this qiē couldn't stop him.

Fang Yun walked forward with firm steps.

After a while, Fang Yun came to the gate of the holy temple.

The two sides looked at each other and bent over.

"I've seen Fang Xusheng. ”

"I've seen all the old gentlemen. ”

The two sides walked to the left and right sides of the temple entrance and stood facing each other.

The moment the two sides stood firm, the air seemed to freeze for a short time, and everyone's heartbeat and breathing seemed to stop.

Qingjun raised his head and said with his tongue blooming spring thunder: "Today's ......"

Suddenly, a loud roar interrupted Qingjun's words, and Qingjun's face turned angry, but it instantly retracted.

With the temple as the center, there was a sudden strange change in heaven and earth.

The temple vanished suddenly, leaving a milky white ball of light in its place, which then swelled violently.

The wind was blowing, the light was dazzling, and everyone was either outwardly brave or shielded their bodies with their arms.

The white light dissipated, Fang Yun opened his eyes, and found himself in a huge valley, surrounded by mountains, and on the slope formed by each mountain, there were neat rows of steps.

Opposite him stood ten Jinshi who wanted to fight in the civil war, and the rest of the two people were on the hillside stairs.

This is the advent of the literary world!

A demi-saint brought them directly into the literary world of the demi-saint himself, and improvised an upper viewing platform.

At the same time, Fang Yun felt that the official seal was lightly moved, and when he looked closely, it turned out that the Holy Courtyard had sent a book to every scholar with the official seal, and as long as those scholars were near the Holy Temple, they could put their divine thoughts into the literary world of the Eastern Sage and watch this literary war.

Fang Yun blinked, and saw hundreds of thousands of streamers falling from the sky, scattered on the hillside stairs on all sides, turning into people who were reading, and the streamers were continuous, and there were more and more people on the viewing platform.

The ten kingdoms of Qingguo, Jingguo, Qiguo, Shuguo, and Wuguo were all there, and all the scholars in the Liangjie Mountain, the Ten Cold Ancient Lands, the Ancient Lands of the Deserted Cities, and the Zhenjiaohai and other places also stopped fighting and came one after another.

The black-clothed Juren, the white-clothed Jinshi, the white-clothed Hanlin, the Tsing Yi University Scholar and the purple-clothed Confucian appeared in the upper viewing platform.

Hardly anyone spoke, and they all looked at the eleven people in the field silently.

Fang Yun and the ten Jinshi looked at each other, both of them found each other's helplessness, and they really didn't understand what kind of excitement Dongsheng was making, and he actually descended on his literary world for a Jinshi-level literary war.

Dongsheng obviously couldn't preside over the cultural war, and the people of both countries were on the hillside, too far away from here, Fang Yun had to cough lightly and said, "Which of you will have the first cultural war with me?"

I saw the old jinshi on the far left of the ten jinshi team step forward and arched his hand: "Old decay Fangbo, I have seen the void saint of my family." ”

Fang Yun arched his hand and smiled: "Then, our Fang family will have a civil war, and I hope that Uncle Clan's subordinates will show mercy." ”R1152