Chapter 795

These ten scholars are old and refined. They have experienced countless gentle rains or storms. Fang Yun's sentence seems ordinary, but the word "clan uncle" is not ordinary.

Fang Bo is over 70 years old. Fang Yun is very young. It is reasonable to call him a higher generation name such as uncle, but Fang Yun just calls him "clan uncle", which shows that Fang Yun already knows the real generation of Fang Bo. It also shows that Fang Yun uses this name to tell everyone that he already knows everyone's details.

Jingguo alone may not be able to do it, but Fang Yun's friends are all over various families, and can clearly find out the ten generations of ten famous old Jinshi.

However, people don't know much about each other.

The ten old Jinshi either smiled calmly or had no expression. This was also part of the literary war, the war of mentality, and they guessed that Fang Yun must have fought with all the people in Qingguo at the previous banquet.

Fang Po smiled at the other nine people and said, "I'll compete with the younger generation of my family. All old friends, wait a moment."

The other nine old scholars in white nodded, and eight of them turned and left, but Qu Hange, one of the ten old scholars of the Terran family, suddenly said, "Fang Yun, if you can stick to me, I will personally send you back to Jingguo!"

"Then Mr. Lao Qu, when the literary war is over, help me bring a message to Shijun and his disciples. Jingguo is not his wild place, so don't come again." Fang Yun said.

"Hum!" Qu Hanse turned and left.

Several Jinshi gently shook their heads. Shi Jun and his disciples were humiliated by Fang Yun at the Tanabata literature meeting last year. They lost their courage and had an old relationship with Qu Han GE's son. It's no wonder Qu Han Ge will target Fang Yun.

Several bad tempered old Jinshi looked sad, but those good tempered old Jinshi had no choice but to smile bitterly. Fang Xusheng was as good as rumored. He was usually polite, but once he met the enemy, he was merciless. The phrase "don't come again" implies that Xiangzhou is the land of Jingguo right away, which stirs up their emotions again.

Later, Fang Yun found that all the ten Jinshi touched their official seals and received letters.

Fang Po's eyes flashed a surprised look and said, "next, you and I don't know where we will be sent to the literary world. If you feel defeated, prompt as soon as possible, and I will stop immediately. Literary warfare is no better than literary struggle. If you can't stop, I'm afraid of death and injury."

"Thanks for uncle Zu's reminding. If Uncle Zu motioned, I would show mercy." Fang Yun told the truth that there was no real hatred between the two sides. It would be too unjust if he died in the civil war.

"But... You are unlikely to die." Fang Po's eyes flashed a trace of envy.

Fang Yun naturally understands Fang Bo's meaning. Dongsheng is afraid of his own accident, so he doesn't hesitate to use his strength to come to the literary world in person. As long as he faces a crisis, Dongsheng will naturally save him, but others may not have this good luck.

Because literary warfare is a battle of life and death.

Each side stepped back three steps and looked at the other calmly.

Fang Yun's mind flashed all the information about Fang Bo.

Fang Bo, a native of Fengzhou, Qingguo, was brave and ruthless since childhood and didn't like learning. However, later, there were changes in his family. He watched his father be killed with his own eyes. His temperament changed greatly and worked hard. After he became a Jinshi, he killed his enemy, but when he was investigated by the criminal Department of Qingguo, he didn't admit it, and even made a poisonous oath. If he did it, he would never become a Hanlin.

Because of that poisonous oath, Fang Po has not become an Imperial Academy. After going through various battlefields, he grew up from life and death and gradually became a famous Jinshi in ten elementary schools. In Qingguo, it is very famous.

Fang Bo's most brilliant achievement was that he led a team to go out. He was ambushed by three demon princes, ten demon Shuai and a large number of demon generals. Finally, he fought and retreated, and even won. However, all the people except him died.

From then on, Fang Po didn't go out anymore and only participated in the defense of the barren city.

Fang Po was already a poetry maniac 20 years ago. Now he has cultivated three battle poems into three realms, two scholar battle poems and one battle poem. At the same time, his lips and tongues have long had talent and sword sound, which is close to the realm of three songs, and so is the excellent Hanlin.

Fang Bo had a duel with the third Hall of Hanlin who broke through the third Hall of Hanlin. Finally, the two sides admitted that they were even, but later the third Hall of Hanlin said that if the two sides really fought for life and death, Fang Bo had at least a 90% chance of winning!

Fang Yun recalled every detail about Fang Bo in his mind. Fang Yun knew the power of these old Jinshi. They had turned the battle into instinct, and they would fail if they were not careful.

When he was in the Jinshi hunting ground, Fang Yun had long appreciated the power of the poetry crazy Jinshi, but those poetry crazy Jinshi were not over 50 years old. If they compared with the ten old Jinshi in Qingguo, they would lose!

The most outstanding thunder gravel among the Jinshi in the hunting ground is very strong, especially the gale song in Sanjing, which can make an ordinary tornado weathered into a wind giant, and can use two or even three heads at the same time, so strong that Fang Yun feels helpless.

However, Fang Po, even the weakest of the ten, can easily solve the thunder gravel.

However, Fang Yun is not idle these days. He has been studying, practicing and making progress.

Fang Yun said, "I've selected three things for literary warfare. I don't know if Uncle Zu has selected them?"

Fang po said, "I'm not as good as Xu Sheng. Your family has a great career. I'm a fog butterfly and an inkstone turtle. Just now I received an urgent letter, and you have an ink woman. As for the old man, there was only one Hanlin Wenbao pen. Before the literary war, I chose two Hanlin Wenbao from Qing Jun, a total of three. I can't elaborate on the other two. You should be careful."

"Since uncle Zu already knows, I don't have to hide it."

Fang Yun originally prepared fog butterfly, inkstone turtle and a Hanlin Wenbao pen, but with the ink woman, he did not hesitate to give up the Hanlin Wenbao pen.

"Then, let's start the civil war." Fang Yun finished and bowed to Fang Bo.

When Fang Yun raised his head, he found that the surrounding environment changed suddenly.

It turned into a dense forest with towering trees. It was seven or eight feet high, and the sun could hardly shine in.

Fang Yun did not panic. He quickly leaned against a tree and looked around. There were no insects or birds. There were no signs of life in the woods.

So Fang Yun took out a piece of paper and put it on the ground. Then he leaned down, put his ears on the paper and listened carefully, hoping to judge the position of Fang Bo through the vibration of the ground.

But nothing.

Fang Yun immediately let the fog Butterfly fly out and stop on his shoulder. Then he took the inkstone turtle out of the Yinjiang shell and put it on the support plate in front of his chest.

The ink girl is in the ink. She still seems a little shy and doesn't dare to show it all.

Fang Yun, holding a brush in his hand, whispered, "little ink woman, my battle is very important. I hope you can help me. Don't try to run like an inkstone turtle."

The ink woman nodded, then stretched out her small hand and patted the shell of the inkstone turtle.

The inkstone turtle shook slightly and reluctantly said that he would cooperate well.

Fang Yun nodded and looked at the ink woman with a happy smile. The little guy absorbed the ink ingots and ink of the whole city, especially those priceless ink ingots, which must be of great benefit to her.

Fang Yun was about to continue looking for Fang Bo. The ink girl suddenly showed doubt, and then jumped gently, stepping on the ink water like a slim girl, forming little ripples. She pointed to the southwest and looked at Fang Yun at the same time.

"You mean someone is there?" Fang Yun was surprised and pleased.

The Mo woman nodded cleverly.