Chapter 821

As soon as Jingguo heard the topic of the world teacher, they were in high spirits.

"Except that Kong Sheng is the default world teacher, no one has become the world teacher, and there has never been a canonization ceremony." Chang Dongyun, a Jinshi who has rushed to the border, also entered the viewing platform. He once received a gift from Fang Yun to Zang Feng's poetry, made many miraculous achievements, and was well-known in Jingguo.

"That doesn't matter. Once Fang Yun becomes the world Master, the holy courtyard will be canonized at the level of virtual saint. The world Master is at least a virtual Saint plus title. At that time, the Duke of the town was a double virtual Saint plus title, which is called prestige!"

"Ha ha, after Fang Xusheng becomes a virtual saint, ten countries and one hundred families will give great gifts. If there is another world teacher, the ten countries and one hundred families will give great gifts again, and the Lei family dare not not give them this time."

"In this way, I really hope Fang Yun will seal the virtual Saint every year. In a few years, the Fang family will empty out the bottom of all aristocratic families and become the first family of the human race."

"Hahaha..."

Jingguo people laughed.

One side of the Qingguo banquet seemed to be covered by dark clouds.

Fang Yunjiu wins in a row!

The layman watches the excitement while the expert watches the doorway.

In every literary war, Fang Yun showed great strength and won steadily. Some were assassins with poetry, some were sharp in military skills, some were classics of plague, and some were full of talent... The ninth game was almost different with powerful defensive war poetry, which can be called all-round literati.

Many Qingguo people are already full of despair.

Before the civil war, they decided that Fang Yun was unlikely to win. It was impossible to win the seventh civil war, but Fang Yun won nine consecutive games!

This means that Fang Yun's strength is equal to that of nine old people.

When Xinzhi found that Qingguo people were extremely depressed, he snorted coldly and said: "You are really proud of others and destroy your own prestige! Yes, now even I must admit that the strength of Fang Zhen is no less than the ten old scholars! But don't forget that Fang Yun is a tired soldier. His talent can be restored continuously, but his courage is not much. As for the consumption of will and spirit, it has shown a decline when forming the glory of all the people."

Zong Wuyuan added in a deep voice, "what general Xin said is very true. The country of Fangzhen has been fighting repeatedly, but old Mr. Qu Hange has been resting all the time. When he is tired and idle, he will wait for work. There is no doubt that old Mr. Qu will win. What's more... I believe that old Mr. Qu is 100% sure of winning!"

"Oh?" the people of Qingguo were immediately excited. They didn't understand why Zong Wuyuan said so.

Zong Wuyuan is not only a servant of the Ministry of rites, but also the lineage of the Zong family. The news is far more informed than most of the people present.

Just after Zong Wuyuan had finished, they heard Zong Jibing talking, so they looked at Fang Yun and Zong Jibing.

"The tenth civil war, you will lose!" Zong Jibing said impolitely to the other party.

"Oh? I don't think so, but since old Jinshi Zong said so, I'd like to hear it in detail." Fang Yun said.

Zong Jibing smiled and said, "I just know more than you. As for what I know, I won't tell you. Up to now, you are very tired. Even if you know, it's useless."

"Since Zong old Jinshi believes that I will lose, why don't you tell me? Is it because Zong old Jinshi is using vertical and horizontal skills on me?" Fang Yun asked suspiciously.

"Your method is useless to me! I will never say it. I just tell you to prepare for failure earlier. Don't wait for the final failure to be unacceptable and never recover. It's easy for you to celebrate the country. It's never easy to walk!" Zong Jibing said and turned and left.

"Well said!" some young people in Qingguo cheered for Zong Jibing.

"Worthy of being Mr. Zong, you must not lose your fighting spirit!"

Some people in Qingguo are like grasping the last straw.

However, most Qingguo scholars do not speak and wait for the last moment. Only Qu Hanse's victory is the real victory.

Zong Jibing returned to Qingguo and stood in front of Qu hangge.

Qu Hange is the oldest among the people. He is over 90. He wears an ordinary gray white Confucian crown. His hair is sparse, and his face is full of wrinkles and age spots. His eyes are particularly turbid, even yellow. His teeth have fallen out, and his lips are retracted, like a chrysanthemum in bud.

Qu Han GE's back was bent and he got up slowly. It seemed that anyone could knock him down.

However, no one dared to underestimate the old man.

Qu hangge may not be as good as an old Jinshi in his 60s and 70s in terms of long-term death fighting, nor as good as he is in terms of high-intensity fighting. However, in terms of short-term explosive strength, the older he is, the stronger he is!

At Qu Han GE's age, his will and spirit have been extremely pure. His literary level may not be high enough, but he is very solid. Even the singing birds of the same rank have nothing to do with them.

Their swords, through the baptism of time and battle, are extremely strong. Even if Fang Yun's swords have a real keel, they are a little inferior.

If they fight with others, they can use sword calling poems and Tibetan Feng poems, which are even better than the current Fang Yun. However, in the face of Fang Yun, they can't use them, and they fall behind in terms of words and swords.

In Fang Yun's opinion, Qu Hange's greatest strength is experience. He knows better what tactics to use, when to retreat and when to advance, the choice of war poetry and the way to win!

Qu Han Ge could not see the slightest emotion in his muddy old eyes.

Zong Jibing bowed his hand and said, "the last skill is not good and lost to Fang Yun. Please try your best to win Fang Yun, keep Xiangzhou and strengthen the prestige of our country!"

"Give it to me!" Qu Hange walked over, stretched out his hand and patted Zong Jibing on the shoulder, and walked forward slowly.

Fang Yun and Qu Han Ge looked at each other.

It was not until Qu Hange came near Fang Yun that Fang Yun took the initiative to greet him: "younger Fang Yun, have you seen Mr. qu."

After all, this is an old man in his nineties. In any case, Fang Yun can't lose his courtesy.

"Hum!" Qu Hanse said softly, "I'm glad that Chinese people went to participate in the Tanabata cultural meeting. Why are you so humiliated? Why don't you forgive others and forgive others!"

There was silence in the upper observation platform.

Among the previous nine Jinshi, either his character was mild or his status was not enough, but Qu Hange was extremely stubborn many years ago. Moreover, as one of the ten elders of Jinshi, he also had enough status.

This tenth literary war is very important and is imminent. At this time, Qu Hange must have a bad intention to mention it.

Many people in Qingguo and Jingguo clenched their fists.

Had it not been for the wrong time, the people of the two countries would have swept the floor and launched a war of abuse.

Some Jingguo people are worried that Qu Han Ge is too old. If Fang Yun answers too hard, has a bad reputation and is too weak, he will be timid before fighting, and may be suppressed by Qu Han GE's momentum.

Fang Yun looked at Qu Han Ge and said after a moment, "because Qingguo never spared our king country!"

"Well said!" many Jingguo people shouted and expressed their anger at Qingguo by supporting Fang Yun.

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