The full moon is in the sky, and the stars are sparse.

Everyone in the wealthy family who was once bullied by the fierce monarch applauded.

Those who were about to enter the holy ruins were also talking.

A man sneered: "This fierce monarch is used to being rampant in the Martial Kingdom, and he underestimates my Kongcheng people too much, and he also underestimates Fang Yun's literary name! Don't say that it is him, even if a generation of great Confucians dares to commit murder, he will inevitably be pointed out by the people of Kongcheng and suppress his literary courage! Unfortunately, he is still cautious and does not dare to admit to killing Fang Yun in person, otherwise the Eastern Sage Lord will definitely be killed with a word!"

"He didn't say it, but he didn't say that he didn't use other methods to harm Fang Yun. is worthy of being a fierce king of soldiers, and he knows the consequences of raising tigers, and will not give his opponent any chance, which is worthy of his name. It's a pity that Fang Yun is in danger. ”

"The fierce monarch dares to say that Fang Yun can't get out of the holy ruins, there must be some means left, he entered the holy ruins eight years ago, and he must have found something amazing. If he harmed Fang Yun in the Holy Ruins, he would not even be able to avenge Fang Yun as a half-saint. ”

"What if he has the means? This year's Holy Ruins are extremely strong, just a hundred people entering the Holy Ruins will consume the huge talent of the Holy Academy, if a Jinshi sneaks in, the huge amount of talent consumed is equal to the sum of a hundred people, except for the Confucian Saint Family and the Six Great Saint Families who are willing to forcibly send into the Jinshi, none of the Ten Kingdoms and the Half-Saint Family can be willing to give up. The fierce monarch is Hanlin, above the Jinshi, to enter the holy ruins, you need to gather the strength of all the holy families to do it. So there's no way he's going to get in!"

"Maybe there are other ways to go out of the way, and you can't underestimate the people of the world. ”

The scolding gradually decreased, and the fierce monarch still sat firmly on the car of Wuhou.

Those scholars who were scholars at or above the Hanlin level felt that the vitality of the fierce monarch was shaking, and they were fighting against the strength of the Qianfu, and even heard the sound of the literary courage moving lightly.

No matter how strong the fierce monarch is, it will be extremely difficult to fight against Kong Cheng's Qianfu.

Meng Li said in a low voice: "Lintang, if you admit your mistake, whether it is true or not, what Qianfu refers to will no longer target you." Why bother?"

The fierce king's eyes were like ice, and he said: "He is the one who is wrong by refusing my favor and insulting my family with a cheap maid!"

Meng Linyu was about to persuade, but as if he remembered something, he immediately said: "You are right! Fang Yun is a brute who has no ethics and is the head of the human race, and he will be punished by heaven for slandering him like this! I will definitely contact the beings of the 'Rite Academy' to criticize him for such nonsense that shakes the foundation of the human race!"

Meng Li immediately smiled and said, "Okay!"

Meng Linyu smiled and said, "Lintang, I think you think you think highly of this fortune. ”

"Oh?" the fierce monarch looked at the elder brother.

"Yesterday's Mid-Autumn Festival in Kongcheng. He was framed by the Ram family and the Liu family, and was forced to write three poems in a row, even if he is a genius, it is inevitable that there will be no good poems and essays in the world today. Whether it is Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, Sun Naiyong or Zong Wude, they all have the talent of Mingzhou, and the four of them have been preparing for this Holy Ruins Literary Meeting for several years, and they will definitely not lose to Fang Yun!"

The Fierce Lord nodded.

Meng Li said with a smile: "Fang Yun's literary rank is too low, even if it is true that Shicheng Zhenguo gets Yuehua more than everyone else, his strength in the Holy Ruins can only barely be behind the top ten." It's still worse than Yan Yukong and others. Unless he can spread his poems to the world, then the power of that moon will be extremely amazing, and he will have the qualifications to be on a par with the previous three. However, there is no way he can do it!"

The fierce king's gaze swept over the people on the side of the high platform who were about to enter the holy ruins. He swept over Fang Yun again, and looked at the night sky at the very end, as if there was still no one in the world who could enter his eyes.

On the high platform, the master of ceremonies returned to a smile on his face. Said: "Please start writing poems with the title of the Mid-Autumn Festival and the bright moon, the Holy Ruins Literary Society has not produced poems and essays in the town for nearly a hundred years, I hope that the five can make this year's Holy Ruins Literary Association leave a name in the history!

Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, Sun Naiyong and Fang Yun immediately walked behind their respective tables. Only that Zong Wude was stunned for a moment, and then glanced at the master of ceremonies with great grievances, and silently walked towards his table.

Zong Wude complained in a low voice as he walked: "I just know that Lu Dao and Fang Yun will be unlucky to be on the same stage! The first four people have all been introduced, but I am the only one left! The fierce monarch deliberately made trouble to harm me, right? My literary name!"

Yan Yukong and the others couldn't help but smile, and Fang Yun also smiled, although the first person in the Miscellaneous Family, Zong Sheng, was Zong Wude's great-grandfather, and the Miscellaneous Family was targeting him, this Zong Wude was not like those people who shouted at Fang Yun and shouted to kill, without the slightest hostility.

The master of ceremonies looked ashamed, but now that the five of them were about to start writing, it was impossible for him to disturb with his tongue, so he could only whisper: "Zong Gongzi, I'm sorry, I was really negligent, and when I let you appreciate it, I will definitely focus on introducing you." ”

"Then don't forget, I've been thinking hard for three years for today's literary name!" Zong Wude seemed very generous.

The five of them slowly studied the ink together, and the fragrance of the ink was light.

The night pearl suspended above the high platform dimmed again, and the entire high platform was dim.

Everyone stared at the front of the five people, waiting for the talent of the five people to see how high it could be.

Yan Yukong was the first to write, and after only writing a few sentences, his talent appeared.

Several other people originally wanted to start writing, but they all wanted to see the poems of the first person in the ten countries for the first time, so they didn't put pen to paper and looked at it together.

After a while, Yan Yukong stopped writing, and the poem became a poem, and the orange talent hung on the paper, rushing through three feet, reaching three feet and four inches, and the poem became Mingzhou.

The ancient trees of the Confucian Palace shook their branches one after another, and the leaves fell.

There was thunderous cheers, and everyone was congratulating the talented man of Narushu.

Yan Yukong nodded slightly, then looked at the others and said, "I advise you to write in front of Fang Dongbi." ”

Zong Wude remembered the tragic encounter just now, and hurriedly said: "Don't write it yet, if you write it first, others will forget us!

Sun Naiyong said: "My uncle just gave you two books, you can't cross the river and tear down the bridge." ”

Fang Yun smiled helplessly: "Then you write first, I'll wait." ”

At a table under the stage, there are four people with extraordinary temperaments, who are the four talents of this generation.

Ci Jun smiled and said: "Yin Jun, every time I see you, your appearance is different, what is your surname? But you seem to be very interested in Fang Yun, and the three of us will never be able to invite you together." ”

Yinjun didn't say a word and looked at the stage.

Ci Jun didn't care either, and said to Shi Jun: "Huaijiang, you have always come to see the importance of Fang Yun, how far do you think his poetry can be today?

"I'm Shi Jun, not Yi Jun, where can I figure it out. However, he at least Narushu. Shi Jun said.

Cijun smiled slightly. Turning his head to look at Shijun, he said, "Jing Dao, how do you feel when you see Fang Yun and Fierce Jun having an enmity, and the three of you are enemies of each other?"

Shijun glanced at Cijun and said, "Although I have a grudge with Fang Yun, we can't call it an enemy, and I have a literary dispute with him." However, the fierce king threatened to take away my position as one of the four great talents with the position of Hanlin, suppress my literary name, and block my holy way. The wild words are beyond the literary dispute, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are my enemies. ”

"Then there must be an end to the matter between you and Fang Yun!" the smile on Shi Jun's face disappeared and he said slowly.

Shijun looked at Cijun, sighed lightly, and said, "You and I have known each other for many years, how can I not see through your intentions." I am the poet of the human race, and I am also the poet of Qingguo. My disciple died because of him, and I can't let it go. ”

"Fang Yun's achievements will be above you and me, whether Fang Yun is lost because of you, or you are injured because of Fang Yun. I don't want to see it. If you don't make a decision today, then I'll decide. "The word is gentlemanly.

Shijun was silent, knowing that if he insisted on going his own way, the friendship between the two would be completely broken.

Not much. Shijun said solemnly: "If he is a poet this time, it proves that he is not enough, I will continue to insist." If he poems become a town. All the grievances before that were gone, and I no longer embarrass him. If his poems are spread all over the world, then I have eyes and no beads, and I should not suppress the literary name of such a great talent, ask him for sin, and then guard the mountains of the two realms, become a great Confucian, and never leave the mountain!"

"Okay! If you go to the Two Realms Mountain, I will accompany you for the rest of your life! The poems of you and me are used to show the true colors of a man in the demon barbarian! The fierce king, even if his talent surpasses you and me, he is not as good as an ant in my eyes!"

"You ......" Shijun originally thought that this old friend valued profit over friend because of Fang Yun's rise, but when he heard this, he realized that Ci Jun really wanted to resolve the grievances between him and Fang Yun, and his eyes couldn't help but flicker.

Shijun couldn't speak, raised his wine glass, raised his mouth to Cijun, and drank it all.

Cijun also drank the wine in the cup, heard the cries, and looked at the stage.

The two poems of Zong Wude and the three of them were completed, and their talents were all over three feet, all of them were Mingzhou, and the tree gentlemen of the school palace shook more violently, and the fallen leaves were like rain.

The four three-foot-tall talents were placed there, which had an incomparably strong visual impact on the scholars of Kong City, and countless people cheered and praised them.

"Can I write?" Fang Yun asked.

"Wait a hundred breaths, I haven't heard enough of their cheers. Zong Wude smiled.

Fang Yun ignored Zong Wude, picked up the pen to write, and steadily wrote the name of the word plate "Water Tune Song Head" at the beginning.

The four of them and the master of ceremonies immediately walked behind Fang Yun regardless of their image and stretched their necks to look.

Li Wenying stood up, Zu Yuanhe stood up, Li Fanming stood up, everyone in Jingguo stood up, and the big rabbit also stood up, and then climbed to Li Fanming's shoulders, and the two long ears stood upright.

The rest of the guests were still seated.

Fang Yun took the pen and wrote.

When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky.

The page under the pen began to float slowly, and the talent on the paper was not the upsurge of others, but tumbling up, as if a dragon of talent was about to rise to the sky, and then, a cloud-like talent appeared under the page.

"Talent is like a cloud! The paper hangs in the air! It is the image of the world! There are two visions after only writing two sentences, if the whole word is completed, then it will be repaid!" The word king couldn't help but let out a low sigh and stood up suddenly.

Even the word king is like this, and the others are extremely excited.

The people of the Mo family stood up, the people of the Bing Saint family stood up, and the people of the ancestral family stood up...... Rows and rows of guests stood up.

Even the scholars of the Kong family pushed away the chair and got up, for fear that the chair would block him.

Hundreds of thousands of people craned their necks like young birds waiting for their mothers to feed.

All the ancient trees in the Confucian Palace shook wildly, and the tree gentlemen were so crazy that those leaves were not falling, but flying.

Fang Yun continued to put pen to paper.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world. (To be continued......)