Listening to Qingjun's words, Jingguo's officials were not unhappy, after all, Fang Yun tossed Qingjun enough, and it was normal for Qingjun to belittle Jingguo. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Since Qingjun praises it, then the old man is relieved, please. Jiang Hechuan said with a smile.

Many Qingguo officials and Xiangzhou Qingguan were stunned, Jiang Hechuan's words were not right, it stands to reason that Jiang Hechuan admitted his shortcomings first, Qingjun Mianmian hid a needle in return, Jiang Hechuan apologized again, and then Qingjun expressed his understanding, this is a normal conversation, but Jiang Hechuan is good, it seems that he only heard the sentence "has done a good job", and the front ones all pretended not to listen.

In other words, Jiang Hechuan didn't seem to be apologizing at all, but more like saying: Seeing Qingjun that you are unhappy, then I am relieved.

However, Jiang Hechuan is the generous Confucian after all, he has no mercy for the demon barbarians, no matter what he does to the human race, he will stop at the point, and the people of Qingguo are not easy to say.

Qingjun heard the meaning of Jiang Hechuan's words, snorted coldly, and was about to lead the officials behind him to climb the city wall.

However, a Jinshi general stretched out his hand and stopped Qingjun and Gu Jun and said, "Your Majesty, please stay, this Yueyang upstairs is a small place, only a few people are allowed to sit down, and the two can only bring one maid, one eunuch, one guard and one entourage." The rest of the Confucians can only bring one person to the building. ”

Qingjun glanced up at Yueyang Tower, shook his head slightly, and said, "In our Qingguo, there is no such a small city tower. That's it. ”

As a result, only a few people in Qingjun's team continued to move forward, and the rest stayed under Yueyang's tower.

At this time, Zong Ganyu and many other great Confucians in Qingguo, who had been in the crowd, were very conspicuous.

Fang Yun walked on the stairs, it was inconvenient to salute, Jiang Hechuan instead of Fang Yun bowed his hand to those family heads or ordinary Confucians, expressing his welcome, most of them bowed in return, only Zong Ganyu, the head of the sect family, just nodded proudly and did not return the salute.

Zong Ganyu's arrogance made many people upstairs frown, but he couldn't say anything about him, in terms of real status, he was still above Qingjun, he was not only a Heavenly Mandate Wenzong, not only the head of the Zong family, not only the elder of the East Sage Pavilion, but more importantly, he was the most outstanding son of the Sect Sage.

Jiang Hechuan glanced at Zong Ganyu and secretly transmitted a message to Fang Yun.

"Zong Ganyu, this old guy, has nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, on the surface, he just wants to come to participate in the grand cultural meeting, so he never makes a move. The old man is not as good as Zong Ganyu, but after all, he is expected to be Wenzong, and he feels that his threat to you is still above Qingjun. Could it be that the big guy you found is related to Zong Ganyu?"

Fang Yun secretly transmitted the voice while going upstairs: "The dog that bites doesn't bark, the same reason." Last time, Zong Ganyu was defeated in the Hall of Representatives, and he failed to take away my Blood Realm, and if he shot again, it would inevitably become a thunderbolt, and he would never give me a chance to fight back. ”

"You have to be careful. That Qingjun, the old man suspects that it is a bait to attract your attention, otherwise you would not have worn the Sanhan Pingtian crown. ”

"It's very likely, I'll pay attention. ”

Fang Yun recalled the biography about "Zhang Longxiang", so far, Zong Ganyu has not corresponded with Zhang Longxiang's biography, obviously a little wary, so far only Lei Tingzhen and Zhu Fengqiong and a few others have contacted him. Fang Yun once talked to Lei Tingzhen as Zhang Longxiang to investigate the news of the big shots, but Lei Tingzhen obviously knew that in the end, he prevaricated and was unwilling to tell the truth.

Fang Yun climbed the city wall of Yueyang Tower, glanced at this place, there is not much difference between this and the ordinary cultural conference venue, there are tables and food, because it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the venue is full of chrysanthemums, the autumn wind blows, the chrysanthemums sway, and the fragrance bursts.

The only difference between this and ordinary literary clubs is that the identities of the participants are frighteningly high, either Confucians or scholars, either monarchs or important ministers of a country, not old families or heads of wealthy families, ordinary people can't come at all.

Fang Yun smiled and greeted everyone, just to take a look with people who were not familiar with him, and to chat with people who were familiar or good friends.

After Fang Yun finished greeting everyone, Qingjun and others also stepped on the city wall.

Qingjun was in poor health, shortness of breath, and it took a while to calm down, beside him was the monarch of Gu Guo, and behind him were many great Confucians of Qingguo, Zong Ganyu stood with those great Confucians, smiling all the time, and there was nothing special at first glance.

The more Zong Ganyu behaved like this, the more vigilant Fang Yun was in his heart.

Qingjun greeted the others, Fang Yun looked out, the southwest is the wide Dongting Lake, just like Zhang Longxiang's poem, the lake is full, flush with the shore, the lake reflects the sky, vast and boundless, like a sea.

Directly opposite is the river channel of Dongting Lake leading to the Yangtze River, which is also a part of the Yangtze River, and this section of the river is covered with a large number of sea eyes, and it has been a morning, and there is still a steady stream of human races from all over the country, but there are fewer and fewer people, and after the start of the cultural meeting, these temporary sea eyes will be closed.

Fang Yun glanced at the camp tent in the northwest, there was no camp tent there yesterday, it was added by his order today, and hundreds of thousands of foreign people stayed there temporarily.

Fang Yun sighed lightly, most of those people fled here, the Shengyuan Continent has a pleasant climate, abundant products, officials from all over the country can regulate the weather, and the strength of the farmers is extraordinary, as long as the body is free of illness and disaster, they will not starve to death. The human race has always relocated to the land, and these people have come here from thousands of miles, and more than ninety percent of them are forced to be helpless.

As for the last one, Fang Yun didn't want to accept it, but he couldn't drive it away at present, many of those people were traitors or couldn't live in the local area, and some people were taken seriously by the propaganda of the "Wenbao" and the people, thinking that Jingguo had been transformed into a pure land on earth, and it was more rich and happy.

Fang Yun glanced at other places, those were all scholars from all over the world, and after the literary meeting, they would naturally return.

Some people found Fang Yun and shouted and cheered vigorously.

Fang Yun bowed to everyone, and those people were even more excited.

The rest of the people on the city wall were a little envious, and everyone present showed up together, which could not create such an momentum.

And Fang Yun, an ordinary action, can contain the hearts of the people of the world.

Jiang Hechuan looked at Fang Yun and smiled happily, Fang Yun at this moment was already one of the leaders of the human race.

That's the trend.

This is the reason why Jiang Hechuan doesn't care if Fang Yun wins or loses this time.

Victory and defeat can be distinguished, but it is no longer possible to measure the heroes of this level.

The great Confucian and the monarch present looked at Fang Yun, and everyone's eyes seemed to have white clouds skimming the sky, seeing where Fang Yun was, the glimmer was white, like a god and a saint.

Qingjun gritted his teeth, hatred and jealousy flashed on his face, Fang Yun at this moment had already obtained the terrifying power that all the saints of the human race could have, as long as Fang Yun was in the Shengyuan Continent, this power would protect Fang Yun, and even the monarch could not grasp it. Although this kind of power is extremely thin compared to that of the saints, it is already worth half a half-saint treasure.

This kind of power is very ordinary, very common, and that is the will of the people.

However, those kings, those powerful ministers, those celebrities, and those giants will never get it.

. (To be continued.) )