"The two of them seem to be arguing!"

Everyone stopped passing the book and looked at Fang Yun and Qu Hange seriously.

Fang Yun stood up straight and said calmly: "Don't worry about the old jinshi, since I have chosen the civil war, there will be no reason to give up halfway." However, Qu Lao Jinshi is not right, and the evil fire is burning, so Wenzhan should be careful. ”

Qu Hange sneered: "No wonder they all say that Fang Xusheng has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, and he actually attacks the old man when he opens his mouth, regardless of the old and young, and he doesn't even know how to respect the elderly?"

"Huh, there is no father and son in the civil war, not to mention the elder and the younger, if the civil war is also divided into the elder and the younger, then in the future, the civil war will pull out the old birthday stars of various countries, and whichever country is older will win. If someone is not convinced, it means that they do not know how to respect the elderly, and they are against the great courtesy! Is that what you mean?" Fang Yun asked rhetorically.

Fang Yun's ridiculous words made many people laugh and scold him for being improper, how could there be such a method of deciding on civil warfare according to age, but it was this impropriety that made others dilute the difference between the young and the old.

"Hard mouth, then why are you attacking the old man for not being right?" Qu Hange asked rhetorically.

"Then why don't you forgive people and spare people?" Fang Yun asked again.

Qu Hange was stunned, he asked repeatedly, he really didn't do it to be forgiving and forgiving, but he accused Fang Yun of not knowing tolerance before, but now Fang Yun fought back with his backhand, and he didn't know how to be tolerant.

Qu Hange held back his anger and said slowly: "Fang Xusheng is wrong to blame the old man, the old man just wants to know why you accuse the old man of 'being 'not right', only in this way can the old man correct his mistakes and achieve 'self-cultivation'." ”

Fang Yun said slowly: "Qu Lao Jinshi can know. Was that poet's first disciple the first batch of people who went to my Jingguo Wenbi Wendou last year? Qu Lao Jinshi has a noble personality and is courageous and sincere, so he naturally doesn't care about these trivial things. Then let me tell you, in the first seven months of last year, there were 31 batches of Qingguo people who came to Jingguo Wenbi Wendou! In the whole year before last, there were 54 batches! The year before last, there were 53 batches! I won't talk about the previous ones, which means that you Qingguo came to my Qingguo Wenbi Wendou at least four times a month! It's just too deceitful!"

In the end, Fang Yun almost shouted out. He had tried his best to calm down, but after saying the numbers one by one. Thinking of those Jingguo students who were insulted by Qingguo, and thinking of those scholars who were broken by Qingguo, there was a wave of anger rising in his chest.

Qu Hange was about to speak, but Fang Yun continued: "Last year was less than seven months. You Qingguo people let three people die in Jingguo, ten people in Jingguo collapsed, 17 people in the courage of the people cracked, 35 people in the gall of the people covered in dust, and countless people were injured! In the whole year of the year before last, five of you people in the Qingguo people of Jingguo died, 13 people in the country of Jingguo collapsed, 24 people broke down, and more than 100 people were covered with dust!"

"You ......"

Fang Yun quickly interrupted Qu Hange's words. As a Terran Jinshi, you not only participated in Qingguo's suppression of my Jingguo, but also your friends or children and grandchildren. You even keep saying that I provoked the contradictions between the two countries? Dare to ask, are you upright? The poet and the leader are angry at the humiliation, and you let us be forgiving and forgiving, but who will spare those Jingguo people who were killed or injured in the Wenbi and Wendi battles? Others may be able to question me, but you are a man whose hands are stained with the blood of the people of Jingguo. Even if you live to be a thousand years old or ten thousand years old, you don't deserve to question me!"

"Well said!"

The people of Jingguo were filled with righteous indignation, and Fang Yun said the voice of the people of Jingguo who had been depressed for many years!

After so many years, Jingguo finally has a person who can overpower Qingguo's genius in all aspects, and can finally say these words with his eyebrows raised.

In the future, the people of the country say this, it is just the wail of the weak, it is a shame, but now, it is a whip that hits the depths of the heart!

Even, condescending contempt!

Even Ji Zhibai, who originally secretly hated Fang Yun, couldn't help but clench his fists as Fang Yun spoke, showing hatred towards Qu Hange, but thinking that his teacher was Zuo Xiang, and thinking that he was actually a disciple of the sect saint, he silently let go of his fist.

Zuo Xiang looked at Fang Yun, and a color of appreciation flashed in his eyes that could not be concealed, but this color of appreciation was fleeting, replaced by a strong hostility, which quickly dissipated, and finally became extremely indifferent.

Qu Hange was originally a person with a relatively short temper, and when he heard Fang Yun say this, he was furious, his forehead was full of green muscles, hatred burst out in his eyes, and murderous intent loomed.

This is not an ordinary place, but an upper viewing platform with a large number of readers, and it is also a battlefield of the cultural war between the two countries.

Regardless of victory or defeat, for Qu Hange, his literary name was tarnished, leaving an infamy in history that readers did not want to see.

In the Shengyuan Continent, tarnishing one's reputation is tantamount to killing one's parents, which has always been a great hatred.

"Fang Yun, since you are so unwise, then don't blame the old man for being spicy! Today, the old man must use the cleanest and neatest means to achieve victory, let you be defeated, and let you know what it means to become a king and defeat a hero! From today on, my Qingguo will not only suppress your Jingguo, but also continue to occupy your Jingguo land and achieve the great cause of my Qingguo!"

Fang Yun looked at Qu Hange and said slowly: "After last year's Qixi Festival until now, more than half a year ago, Qingguo has only sent three teams to my Jingguo Wenbi, with two wins and one loss. And this year, not a single Qingguo person has come to our Jingguo Wenbi, Wendou, or Wenzhan! Oh, and in the past two years, the Qingguo people who have been indirectly or directly broken by me have surpassed the Jingguo people who were killed by Qingguo! Finally, the great cause of the world is not in Qingguo, but in my Jingguo!"

"You ......" Qu Hange only felt that a basin of cold water was shining on his head, the momentum on his body was completely gone, and the hatred left in his eyes after being humiliated.

Qu Hange is a veteran of the battlefield after all, even if he is extremely angry in his heart, he still takes a deep breath to suppress the chaos in his heart, and his originally cloudy eyes finally become extremely bright, even brighter than a child's eyes.

A terrifying aura emanated from his body, and his eyes were soon covered by a thin layer of blood, and he saw a blood-colored Yangtze River in his eyes, and countless demons in the Yangtze River were wailing.

As early as fifty years ago, Qu Hange was already a poet and a bloody man!

"Fang Yun, here and now, this is the place where your army is defeated!" Qu Hange cut to the fore.

"Please advise Mr. Qu. Fang Yun said politely.

The light flashed in front of him, Fang Yun instinctively blinked lightly, and then saw that he had come to a strange place.

This is the top of a mountain peak, with a light mist in front and a cliff below, and ordinary people will inevitably be crushed if they fall.

Fang Yun was about to take a closer look, when the fog in front of him dissipated, and a very similar mountain appeared on the opposite side, and Qu Hange was standing on the top of the mountain. (To be continued) R580