Chapter 178

Feng Yuanjun said, "the Cowherd and Vega star has existed for hundreds of millions of years, but it only shines on you two in the end. Even if the two stars are less than one ten thousandth of Wenqu star, they must be of great use. If you put a hundred hearts into it, you will find the magic of this Tanabata star in the future!"

Fang Yun nodded and was about to talk in detail when someone shouted.

"Shijun Shoutu! Where are you going! Stop!" a young man's voice sounded.

The original bustling city wall suddenly became silent. No matter those who were moved by this word and fell into meditation, or those who were exploring the beauty of this word, they followed the prestige.

He saw the poet and his disciples standing stiff at the table, ashamed and angry.

Fang Yun looked carefully. He was less than three steps away from his seat.

The young students at the next table smiled proudly.

Some other Qingguo people simply turned their faces away, which is too humiliating. Several children have exposed those who are bound to win the Jinshi this year.

Shijun Shoutu said, "I'm going to clean my hands."

Fang Yun shook his head secretly. A generation of Shijun and Shoutu even used going to the toilet as an excuse to escape. Qingguo's face will be lost.

Magistrate Dong said slowly: "you can clean your hands. Take out Lord Shijun's Tanabata poem first."

"We've been waiting a long time!"

"Take it out! Isn't Shijun going to press our panoramic country? The magpie bridge fairy of Fangzhen country is right here. You can press it!"

"Please write a poem."

Many people watch a good play with a smile.

Fang Yun suddenly remembered the scene of comparison between Jingguo people and Qingguo people in the past. At that time, Jingguo people were very excited and almost gnashing their teeth for revenge, but now they are completely different and almost joking.

Fang Yun is very pleased that Jingguo people finally have self-confidence.

The stars are shining in the sky, and the oil lamps are arranged on the wall. More than 30 people from Jingguo watched the poem king and his disciples together.

The poet was sad in his heart. Once upon a time, he came to Jingguo like an imperial envoy. He didn't pay any attention to the people of Jingguo. He didn't even have to be responsible for beating and scolding the people of Jingguo. At most, he lost some money. But since Fang Yun, Jingguo has changed.

Qingguo suffered unprecedented defeats one after another, and its literary name was almost suppressed by Fang Yun, which has never happened in the 200 years since the founding of Qingguo.

Even when Chen Guanhai, Li Wenying and others galloped around the world, Qingguo won more and lost less.

But in front of Fang Yun, Qingguo has never won!

The poem master and his disciples knew clearly that if Fang Yun's Ci was only Mingzhou, he would not lose face if he took out his mentor's Mingzhou poetry, but Fang Yun's Ci became a town and a country, and it was four and a half feet of talent, which was the best Tanabata poetry. If there were no better Tanabata poetry in a hundred years, this song would certainly reach the level of spreading to the world.

Shijun can't write a few town poems in his life, let alone spread them all over the world.

Looking at the eyes of hundreds of Jingguo people, Shijun's nose was sour and almost cried. Just a year ago, they still looked at Jingguo people with this kind of eyes.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "it's raining heavily in Jiangzhou. That poem was soaked and rotten by the rain."

Several young students were almost angry and didn't dare to take it out. They dared to take the opportunity to discredit the flood in Jiangzhou.

Magistrate Dong said coldly, "Shijun gave poetry to our country. Shijun's disciples are greedy for ink. Come, take it, strip it away and search!"

"Order!"

The soldiers on one side shouted in unison.

The poet quickly took out a rolled paper from his sleeve, then quickly kneaded it into a ball in the surprised eyes of the people, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it. In the process of swallowing, his eyes bulged and his face was ferocious, like an evil demon.

"Ha ha! I said no, no! Has the final say to beat my teacher! Dream! This poem is our celebration, we have the final say! Want to press us to celebrate the country? Wait one thousand years!"

Not only Jingguo people looked at him in amazement, but also several Qingguo people were extremely stunned.

A Qingguo looked embarrassed and stood up and said, "literature is better than talent. Qingguo has not lost. Why do you do this? If it is publicized, you will lose Shijun's face and Qingguo's face! When did Qingguo become a country that can't afford to lose?"

Shijun wrote contemptuously: "ignorance! Shortsightedness! I can lose, but Qingguo can't lose!"

"But what you corrupt is the name of our celebration! As soon as the 'swallowing of poetry' comes out today, our celebration will become the laughing stock of ten countries!"

The poem king said plausibly, "why did my miscellaneous family ever value literary names? As long as we can swallow Jingguo, it doesn't matter if we can swallow a hundred poems."

Fang Yun said firmly: "with our transportation, you can never swallow the king country!"

"The kingdom of Jing has only five years, Chen... As soon as the one goes, the kingdom of Jing is just fish on the knife and feet!" Shi Jun said with regret.

No matter the old people or the young children, all the people in Jingguo stood up, and each soldier pulled out a long knife and aimed it at Shijun and his disciples.

These people have calm faces and resolute eyes.

The poet's face is like earth.

Fang Yun narrowed his eyes a little and said slowly, "half saint is the foundation of a country and the pillar of the human race. Since you curse Chen saint of Jingguo so much, if you don't kowtow and apologize, you don't have to go today! Tanabata CI can kill people, which is also an elegant thing."

The vitality of the sky suddenly became violent.

Shijun bit his teeth, knelt slowly on the ground, bowed his head and said, "I'm reckless. My slip of tongue involves Chen Sheng. It's a sin. I hope Chen Sheng will forgive me." then he kowtowed three heads.

Magistrate Dong said, "death is excusable, but life is hard to escape! Come here, cut off his arms together! Let him know the cost of humiliating the semi saint of our country!"

"You can't do this to me! I'm a man! I'm protected by the sanctuary."

A number of soldiers rushed over, knocked Shijun's disciples to the ground, and grabbed his arm at the same time.

"The sanctuary does not protect the villains who curse the saints! Do it!"

Two bright blades flashed, and the two arms of the poet's disciples were cut off cleanly, with blood splashing.

"Ah..." Shijun screamed and fainted.

"Wrap it up and throw it at the gate of the Embassy of Qingguo. If he dares to insult the semi saint in the future, even if he hides in the imperial palace of Qingguo, Jingguo will find him!"

The Qingguo people on one side hurried to apologize, but no one paid attention to them.

No one thinks that the people of Jingguo have done wrong. Chen Guanhai is the spiritual pillar of Jingguo. Once Chen Guanhai has an accident, the building of Jingguo will collapse. It is everyone's duty to protect the semi holy text name. If the semi holy can be insulted and cursed at will, the foundation of the Terran will be over.

You can criticize the semi holy speech, but you can't insult and curse.

Looking at the blood on the ground, Qingguo people feel extremely sad. Shijun's swallowing of poetry was originally a scandal, and he cursed Chen Guanhai in front of Jingguo people. This kind of thing is bound to go to Wen Bao and inevitably lead to a curse.

Fang Yun didn't feel sorry for Shijun when he saw his disciples dragged away. Chen Guanhai was injured in the battle with Mansheng. Qingguo can expect him to die and then annex Jingguo, but he cursed him in front of Jingguo people and didn't kill much.

The victory or defeat is divided. The Qingguo people leave together and wait for the city wall. They stop in a dark corner.

The people of Jingguo not far away are laughing and laughing, and they are isolated from the world.

Several people even squatted weakly, without the temperament of a scholar, and were completely local ruffians.

"You guys stand up! You just lost to Fang Yun. How can you be so discouraged! Even Lord Shijun lost. What if we lost!"

"I... I'm not afraid of losing, I'm just confused. When did we celebrate the country become so unable to afford to lose? The Qingguo people in my heart are not like this!"

"This is the skill of vertical and horizontal, the power of miscellaneous families, and the strategy of strategists. Our plan is to unite the barbarians to kill demons. For this goal, we can sacrifice, Shijun can sacrifice, and even Qingguo can sacrifice! Now, it's time for Jingguo to sacrifice!"

"Then why is it up to you to decide who will sacrifice!"

"Because we can help the Terran destroy demons! We can help the Terran become strong!"

"If you sacrifice, you can also help the Terran prosper. Are you willing to sacrifice?"

"Of course!"

"OK, I remember this sentence!" the squatting Qingguo man stood up slowly.

"What's your intention? Treason is a great crime!"

"Don't worry, I'll help the Terran strong like you!"

"I hope you can do it!"

"Nature."

However, everyone in Qingguo heard a broken sound.

On the city wall, the atmosphere of the Tanabata CI Festival fell to a low point. Although everyone knew that Chen Guanhai would die soon, he was cursed face-to-face by the people of Qingguo, but he still couldn't let go.

Not long after, many officials began to get busy, because their official seals kept receiving letters from geese, mostly asking about Zhenguo Ci, and others asked about Imperial poems.

Fang Yun also received a letter from Cai he, the magistrate of Ji County, but the content of CAI he was different. Fang Yun seemed to see Cai he's roaring face behind the text.

"How dare you write me as a pedantic scholar? Let me destroy the relationship between the White Snake demon and the Terran scholar? Don't force me to go to Yuhai city! Change it immediately, or I'll block your door!"

Fang Yundang didn't see it.

On one side, Feng Yuanjun said, "the Tanabata word meeting is about to break up. Then we'll go to the North vice city to see what you need, and then exchange it with the Dragon horn."

"I know that every big festival, the merchants in the North sub city are particularly active. What is the biggest activity in the North sub city today?"

"I can't say the biggest. There are many large ones, such as the jewelry fair in Fuyuan Pavilion, the trade fair in famous wine shop, the calligraphy exhibition in moxiangxuan and the exchange meeting in Yinlong Pavilion. There are too many to say."

"Where is my dragon horn suitable for exchange?"

"Of course it's the Dragon guiding Pavilion. It's the industry of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. Businessmen or rich families from all over the world go to the Dragon Pavilion to attract the treasures of the dragon family. If you want to exchange the Dragon horn for other treasures, as long as the asking price is a little lower than that of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, you can sell them quickly."

"Is there anything else besides the exchange meeting in Yinlong pavilion?"

Feng Yuanjun showed his helplessness and said, "in the two major festivals of Tanabata and Lantern Festival, only Yinlong Pavilion can hold the exchange meeting in Yuhai mansion, because any merchant holding the exchange meeting on this day will be regarded as an enemy by Donghai dragon palace."

"The dragon clan is very overbearing." the word monopoly came out of Fang Yun's heart.

"When did the dragon clan stop being overbearing? But it's nothing. It's more convenient for the exchange meeting to be concentrated in one place."