Chapter 792

"Pass the meal!"

The people of the two countries ate slowly, full of wine and food, and whispered.

As soon as Fang Yun put down his chopsticks, he received letters from many friends, mostly asking him how his courage was and whether he wanted to fight in Xiangzhou. He always gave the same answer.

All right, business as usual.

Some people said about the changes in the list. Fang Yun came in and couldn't laugh or cry. These Qingguo people simply didn't have any brains. If they really couldn't fight, they would leave immediately.

As a result, Qingguo people inferred that he left directly for the sake of face and won at least a few games before leaving.

Fang Yun shook his head and closed his eyes.

Next, we will have a literary war with ten Jinshi.

The literary struggle is relatively simple. When two people stand in front of the literary academy, you can prohibit each other from using some means.

Literary warfare is different. It is generally carried out in the literary world, and the environment of each literary war changes. It is lucky to meet what is suitable for you. If you meet a place that is not suitable for you, you can only admit bad luck.

There are few restrictions on literary warfare.

However, in order to prevent the children of the aristocratic family from relying too much on the power of the family, Wenzhan stipulates that each person can only use three sacred objects or cultural treasures, and can not use all items containing the breath of the holy throne, such as holy pages.

Before the war, Fang Yun had thought that the inkstone turtle must be carried. The second is a Hanlin Wenbao pen. This pen is a gift from Chen Sheng's family. It can not only enhance the power of 40% of the war poetry, but also seal a Hanlin gallop poem "long wind", which has an excellent effect.

As for the third thing, it is naturally the fog butterfly. Relying on the strength of the weak water and strange wind of the fog butterfly, Fang Yun believes that his iron horse glacier can easily surpass more than half of the ten Jinshi in the distance. However, it is hard to say in front of Qu Hange, Zong Jibing and Qiu Chongshan. After all, the power of wind and rain dream war is too scattered to decide the victory or defeat with one blow.

In the afternoon, they went to the state literary academy in Baling city.

The soldiers closed the road, and Fang Yun's pure blood dragon horse luxury car was in the front, powerful and magnificent.

Behind it was the king's carriage, from the coachman to the maid inside to Qing Jun, all unhappy.

It is reasonable to say that the two carriages should go forward side by side. However, even if the horses of Qingjun carriage are torn apart by the whip, they dare not stand side by side with Fang Yun's pure blood dragon horses. Those horses only dare to follow behind the dragon horse luxury car.

When the bus arrives at the square in front of the state literary academy, Fang Yun gets off the horse.

The sky is clear and cloudless.

One side of Wenyuan street was closed by officers and soldiers, and there were no pedestrians, but the people opposite were crowded. If it had not been blocked by a large number of officers and soldiers hand in hand, it would have poured in like a flood.

"I've seen Fang Xusheng!"

"Fang Xusheng, you must win!"

"Dare you push me? Try pushing me again! Believe it or not, Fang Xusheng points you to death with a pen!" suddenly someone scolded the soldiers of Qingguo, frightening the soldiers with hands tied and feet tied.

"We should be happy enough!"

"Xiangzhou returns! Restore our land!"

"Return to Jingguo!"

Many people in Xiangzhou shouted, especially some old scholars, crying with joy.

Qingjun and Qingguo officials wanted to kill all these people. It was a shame.

The faces of Jingguo officials were filled with tacit smiles, which was the most proud moment after they came to Qingguo.

Fang Yun greeted the people of zhongxiangzhou with a fist. He was about to enter the literary academy when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Fang Xusheng, wait a minute. Your agreement with me will be fulfilled today." a voice that only Fang Yun could hear came into his ears.

Fang Yun was stunned. Although he had heard the voice, he couldn't remember it for a moment and a half. At least he was stunned for more than a breath. Fang Yun remembered the man and looked into the crowd.

I saw an old man walking slowly away from the crowd. The crowd was packed, but the man didn't seem to be hindered. The people in front of him were pushed away by invisible forces, and they didn't realize they were pushed away.

This is the old man Fang Yun met in yashanju, MINGYE lane, when he was a soldier in Yuhai city. Later, he learned that this old man was the famous Xu Sanjue.

Xu Sanjue made countless contributions. He was injured in the battle between liangjieshan and caoman. Later, he fought with caoman and finally hurt his Wendan. He has been recuperating in Yuhai city.

Fang Yun couldn't remember his agreement with Xu Sanjue for a moment, because the reason why he saw Xu Sanjue was that Xu Sanjue painted skillfully and could change his appearance for himself. However, thinking of Yi Rong and the calligraphy and painting of yashanju, Fang Yun suddenly realized and finally remembered the agreement of that day.

Fang Yun hurried to meet him. Xu Sanjue came to the front and stood between the two soldiers of the Qing Dynasty. His face was old, and his turbid eyes suddenly flashed a light.

"You've got the inkstone turtle, so I'll give it to the ink girl!" Xu Sanjue said, suddenly raising his hand to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun quickly took the inkstone turtle out of the Yinjiang shell.

The inkstone turtle suddenly moved his nose, then opened his mouth, opened his eyes, and looked at the sky with ecstasy.

Suddenly, heaven and earth changed color. There were no dark clouds in the sky. At this time, it was day, but the whole baling city suddenly became dark.

Countless people look up at the sky, the sun is gone, and now it's like night.

When people were wondering, they saw a statue of a woman suddenly appear over the holy courtyard.

The statue seems to be carved of black jade. It is a hundred feet tall. It is dark but exudes a warm luster. It has a delicate face, a straight nose, thin lips like two black peach blossoms, slender arms, and a pair of round jade feet under the skirt. Every part of her body was perfect. Even if the woman was as black as ink, everyone instinctively felt that she was a peerless woman.

Suddenly, all inkstones, ink ingots and ink within a thousand miles shook gently.

Then the ink and ink ingots within a hundred miles flew to the black jade woman.

On the sky, ink ingots were like clouds and ink was like rain. All of them flew upside down into the body of the black jade woman.

"My dragon blood ink ingot!" a Qingguo bachelor called.

Fang Yun was stunned. Then he found that all the ink ingots hidden in the Yinjiang shell, including a holy blood ink ingot presented by Kong Sheng family, flew to the ink woman.

Fang Yun was in great pain. Looking back, he saw that all the ink ingots carried by Qingjun, Jiang Hechuan and Qingguo Wenxiang flew to the ink jade woman together. He suddenly felt very balanced.

"That's my heirloom! It's the Dragon Holy Blood ink! Come and kill the monster!" Qing Jun screamed bitterly and watched the ink ingot inlaid with gold fly high.

Many young or low literate scholars also shouted. Everyone was burning with anxiety. The ink ingots they carried were their best. Now they have all been sucked away. How can they not be angry!

Some people even let out their swords and ready to attack at any time.

However, all senior or old scholars, although distressed, have no intention to attack, and most people have strange eyes.

Zong Wuyuan clenched his fists and watched the Holy Blood ink ingot given to him by Zong Sheng be sucked away. In addition to giving up, there was a trace of enthusiasm in his eyes, and his hand quietly fell on the official seal.

Not only Zong Wuyuan, but all those who can control the talent of the temple fall on the official seal.

"Why don't you attack this monster!" Qing Jun shouted.

Qingguo Wen Xiang said, "don't panic, sir! This is the Mexican woman's present world, which is a great auspicious omen! Qingguo's blessing, your blessing!"

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