CH 210

The full moon hung high in the sky, with sparse stars scattered around.

The members of the noble families who had once been humiliated by the Tyrant couldn't help but cheer.

Those Presented Scholars who were about to enter the Holy Land were also engaged in heated discussions.

A Presented Scholar sneered, "The Tyrant has been running rampant in the Martial Nation for too long. He has underestimated the people of the City of Confucius and Fang Yun's literary reputation! Even if a Great Scholar dares to act violently, he will be pointed at by thousands of people in the City of Confucius, suppressing his Courage to Write! It's a pity that he is cautious and dares not admit to killing Fang Yun, otherwise, the Eastern Saint would surely execute him with a single word!"

"He may not say it, but it doesn't mean he won't use other methods to harm Fang Yun. As expected of the Tyrant from the Military Strategists, he knows the consequences of raising a tiger and won't give his opponent any chance. It's a pity that Fang Yun is in danger."

"The Tyrant dares to say that Fang Yun won't be able to leave the Holy Land, he must have some tricks up his sleeve. Eight years ago, he entered the Holy Land and must have discovered something extraordinary. If he harms Fang Yun in the Holy Land, even the Semi-Saints won't be able to avenge Fang Yun."

"But what if he has tricks? The power of the Holy Land this year is exceptionally strong. Just the hundred of us entering the Holy Land has consumed a huge amount of talent from the Holy Academy. If an Imperial Scholar sneaks in, the consumption of talent would be equivalent to the sum of a hundred people. Except for the Sage Confucius' Prominent Family and the six Sub-Sage Prominent Families who are willing to forcefully send in Imperial Scholars, none of the ten nations and Semi-Saint Prominent Families can afford it. The Tyrant is a Hanlin Scholar, above the Imperial Scholars. To enter the Holy Land, he needs the combined power of all the Saint Prominent Families. So, he has absolutely no chance of entering!" someone said.

"Perhaps there are other unconventional methods, we can't underestimate the people of the world."

The criticisms gradually subsided, and the Tyrant still sat steadily on the Military Marquis' carriage.

Those scholars who were Hanlin Scholars or above could feel the Tyrant's energy vibrating around him, resisting the power of the thousands of people pointing at him, and even heard the sound of the Courage to Write moving slightly.

Even if the Tyrant was strong, it was extremely difficult for him to resist the thousands of people pointing at him in the City of Confucius.

Meng Li whispered, "Lintang, admit your mistake, whether it's true or not, the thousands of people pointing at you won't target you anymore, why do you insist on holding on?"

The Tyrant's eyes were as cold as ice, "She rejected my kindness and insulted my Meng family with a lowly maid. He is the one who is wrong!"

Just as Meng Linyu was about to persuade him, he seemed to remember something and immediately said, "You're right! Fang Yun is nothing more than a beast without human ethics, and the Semi-Saint Prominent Families are the leaders of the human race. His slander will surely be condemned by heaven! I will definitely contact the 'Rites Academy' to criticize his words that shake the foundation of the human race!"

Meng Li immediately laughed, "Good!"

Meng Linyu sneered, "Lintang, I think you're overestimating this Fang Yun."

"Oh?" The Tyrant looked at his Imperial Scholar brother.

"Yesterday at the Mid-Autumn Literary Meeting in the City of Confucius, he was framed by the Gongyang family and the Liu family. He was forced to write three poems in succession. Even if he is a genius, he won't be able to produce any good poems today. Whether it's Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, Sun Naiyong or Zong Wude, they all have the talent to write poems. They have been preparing for this Holy Land Literary Meeting for several years, and they will definitely not lose to Fang Yun!"

The Tyrant nodded.

Meng Li laughed, "Fang Yun's literary rank is too low. Even if he really writes a poem that can stabilize the nation and receives more moonlight than anyone else, his strength in the Holy Land can only barely rank in the top ten, which is still a bit worse than Yan Yukong and the others. Unless he can write a poem that can be passed down to the world, then the power of the moonlight will be incredibly astonishing. Only then will he have the qualifications to be on par with the top three. However, he definitely won't be able to do it!"

The Tyrant's gaze swept over the Presented Scholars who were about to enter the Holy Land on the side of the high platform, then passed over Fang Yun, and finally looked at the night sky. It seemed that there was still no one in the world who could catch his eye.

On the high platform, the host regained his smile and said, "Please write a poem with the theme of the Mid-Autumn full moon. It has been nearly a hundred years since a poem that can stabilize the nation has appeared in the Holy Land Literary Meeting. I hope you can make this year's Holy Land Literary Meeting go down in history! Please!"

Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, Sun Naiyong, and Fang Yun immediately walked towards their desks. Only Zong Wude was stunned for a moment, then looked at the host with a very resentful and wronged expression, and silently walked towards his desk.

As Zong Wude walked, he muttered under his breath, "I knew I would be unlucky to be on the same stage with Fang Yun! The first four people were all introduced, and only I was left! The Tyrant must have deliberately caused trouble to harm me, right? My literary reputation!"

Yan Yukong and the others couldn't help but laugh. Fang Yun also smiled slightly. Although the current number one person in the Miscellaneous School, Zong Sheng, was Zong Wude's great-grandfather, and the Miscellaneous School was targeting him, Zong Wude didn't shout and kill Fang Yun like those people, and had no hostility at all.

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The host showed a guilty expression, but now that the five people were about to start writing, he couldn't disturb them with his thunderous voice, so he could only whisper, "Master Zong, I'm sorry, I was really negligent. When it's time for the adults to appreciate it, I will definitely focus on introducing you."

"Don't forget, I've been thinking hard for three years for today's literary reputation!" Zong Wude seemed very magnanimous.

The five of them slowly ground their ink, and the scent of ink wafted in the air.

The Night Pearl floating above the high platform dimmed again, and the entire high platform was dark.

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

Yan Yukong was the first to start writing, and his talent was evident after just a few sentences.

The others had intended to start writing as well, but they all wanted to see the poetry of the top Presented Scholar from the ten nations first, so they all held back, looking over together.

Before long, Yan Yukong put down his brush, his poem completed. The orange aura of his talent hung over the paper, extending three feet and four inches, signifying the achievement of a State.

The ancient trees in the Confucius Mansion's academy swayed, shedding their leaves.

Cheers thundered, everyone was congratulating the talented scholar from the State.

Yan Yukong nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then turned to the others, saying, "I advise you to write before Fang Yun does."

Zong Wude, recalling his miserable experience just now, hurriedly said, "Don't write yet, if you write first, everyone will forget about us! Consider it a favor I owe you!"

Sun Naiyong said, "My uncle just gave you two books, you can't just abandon us after crossing the bridge."

Fang Yun smiled helplessly, "Then you guys go ahead, I'll wait."

At a table below the stage, four men with extraordinary demeanors were seated. They were the Four Great Scholars of this generation.

Ci Jun laughed, "Yin Jun, every time I see you, your appearance is different. What is your real name? But you seem to be very interested in Fang Yun, even the three of us combined couldn't invite you."

Yin Jun remained silent, looking at the stage.

Ci Jun didn't mind, he turned to Shi Jun and said, "Huaijiang, you've always valued Fang Yun, how do you think his poetry will fare today? State level? Nation level?"

"I am Shi Jun, not Yi Jun, how could I predict that. But, he will at least reach the State level." Shi Jun said.

Ci Jun smiled slightly, turned his head to look at Shi Jun, and said, "Jingdao, how do you feel about Fang Yun and the Tyrant becoming enemies, and the three of you becoming enemies?"

Shi Jun glanced at Ci Jun and said, "Although I have a grudge with Fang Yun, it can't be called enmity. I have a literary dispute with him. But the Tyrant, with his mere position in the Hanlin Academy, has threatened to take my place among the Four Great Scholars, suppress my literary reputation, and obstruct my Path of the Saints. His words are outrageous. It's not an exaggeration to call him my enemy."

"Then you and Fang Yun must come to a conclusion!" The smile on Ci Jun's face disappeared, he said slowly.

Shi Jun looked at Ci Jun, sighed lightly, and said, "We've known each other for many years, how could I not see through your intentions. I am the Poet of the human race, and also the Poet of the Jing Kingdom. My disciple died because of him, I can't let it go."

"Fang Yun's achievements will surpass yours and mine. Whether Fang Yun is harmed because of you, or you are hurt because of Fang Yun, I don't want to see either. If you don't make a decision today, then I will." Ci Jun said.

Shi Jun was silent, knowing that if he insisted, their friendship would be completely broken.

After a while, Shi Jun solemnly said, "If his poem reaches the State level this time, it proves that he is just ordinary, and I will continue to insist. If his poem reaches the Nation level, then all previous grudges will be forgotten. I will no longer make things difficult for him. If his poem reaches the level of being passed down through the ages, then I am blind, and should not suppress the literary reputation of such a great talent. I will apologize to him. Then I will guard the Two Realms Mountain, never becoming a Great Scholar, and never leaving the mountain!"

"Good! If you go to the Two Realms Mountain, I will accompany you for a lifetime! Our poetry, used against the Demon Barbarians, will show the true colors of men! The likes of the Tyrant, even if their talents surpass yours and mine, are nothing more than ants in my eyes!"

"You......" Shi Jun originally thought that this old friend would value profit over friendship because of Fang Yun's rise, but after hearing these words, he knew that Ci Jun truly wanted to resolve the grudge between him and Fang Yun, and his eyes couldn't help but flash with a faint light.

Shi Jun was speechless, he raised his wine glass, toasted to Ci Jun, and drained it in one gulp.

Ci Jun also drained his glass, hearing the cheers rising, he looked towards the stage.

The two poems and one song of the three people, Zong Wude, were completed, their talents all exceeded three feet, all reaching the State level. The trees in the academy shook even more violently, and leaves fell like rain.

The four three-foot-tall auras of talent were displayed there, providing an incredibly strong visual impact for the scholars of the City of Confucius, and countless people cheered and praised.

"Can I write now?" Fang Yun asked.

"Wait another hundred breaths, I haven't heard enough of their cheers." Zong Wude said with a full face of smiles.

Fang Yun ignored Zong Wude, picked up his brush to write, steadily writing the title of the song "Water Tune Song Head" at the beginning.

The four people and the host immediately disregarded their image and walked behind Fang Yun, craning their necks to see.

Li Wenying stood up, Zuyuan River stood up, Li Fanming stood up, the people of Jing Kingdom all stood up, the big rabbit also stood up, then climbed onto Li Fanming's shoulder, its two long ears standing straight up.

The other guests remained seated.

Fang Yun picked up his brush to write.

When will the bright moon appear, I raise my wine to ask the blue sky.

The paper under Fang Yun's brush began to slowly float up, the talent on the paper was not surging up like others, but was rolling and rising, as if a dragon of talent was about to soar into the sky, then, a cloud of talent appeared under the paper.

"Talent forms a cloud! Paper hangs in the air! This is a sign of being passed down through the ages! He has only written two sentences and there are already two anomalies, what will happen when the whole song is completed!" Ci Jun couldn't help but let out a low shout, standing up abruptly.

Even Ci Jun was like this, the others were even more excited.

People from the Mo Family stood up, those from the Warrior Saint Prominent Family stood up, and those from the Zu Family stood up... Rows upon rows of guests rose to their feet.

Even the Grand Academician of the Kong Family forcefully pushed his chair away to stand up, fearing that the chair might obstruct him.

Hundreds of thousands of people craned their necks, like fledglings waiting for their mother to feed them.

All the ancient trees in the Kong Prefecture Academy began to shake wildly. The trees were so frenzied that the leaves were not falling, but shooting out.

Fang Yun continued to write.

Unaware of the heavenly palace above, what year is it tonight? I wish to ride the wind and return, yet I fear the jade buildings and the high places would be too cold. Dancing to cast a clear shadow, how is it like in the human world? (To be continued.)