The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1746 Upstairs in Yueyang

After listening to Qingjun's words, Jingguo's officials were not unhappy. After all, Fang Yun had tormented Qingjun so much that it was normal for Qingjun to belittle Jingguo.

"Since Mr. Qing praised me, I'm relieved. Everyone, please." Jiang Hechuan said with a smile.

Many Qingguo officials and Xiangzhou Qingguan were stunned. What Jiang Hechuan said was wrong. Logically speaking, Jiang Hechuan admitted his shortcomings first, Qingjun replied with a hidden needle, Jiang Hechuan apologized again, and then Qingjun expressed his understanding. Only then It was a normal conversation, but Jiang Hechuan seemed to only hear the sentence "You have done a good job" and pretended not to listen to the previous ones.

In other words, Jiang Hechuan didn't seem to be apologizing at all, but more like saying: If you are not happy to see Qingjun, then I will be relieved.

But after all, Jiang Hechuan was a generous scholar who showed no mercy to monsters and barbarians. He treated human beings no matter what, and everyone in the Qing Kingdom had nothing to say.

Qing Jun heard the meaning of Jiang Hechuan's words, snorted coldly, and was about to lead the officials behind him to climb the city wall.

However, a Jinshi general stretched out his hand, stopped Qing Jun and Gu Jun and said: "Your Majesty, please stay. The space in the Yueyang Tower is small and only a few people are allowed to sit. You two can only bring one maid, one eunuch, one guard and one attendant. The rest. Each scholar can only bring one person up the stairs."

Qing Jun raised his head and glanced at Yueyang Tower, shook his head slightly and said: "In our Qing Kingdom, there is no such a small tower. That's all."

So, only a few people in Qingjun's team continued to move forward, while the rest stayed downstairs in Yueyang.

At this time, Zong Ganyu and many other great scholars from the Qing Kingdom, who had been in the crowd, became very conspicuous.

Fang Yun was walking on the stairs and it was inconvenient to greet him. Jiang Hechuan took the place of Fang Yun and raised his hands to the heads of the aristocratic families or ordinary scholars to express welcome. Most of them returned the greetings. Only the head of the Zong family, Zong Ganyu, just nodded proudly and did not return the greetings.

Zong Ganyu's arrogance made many people upstairs frown, but they couldn't say anything about him. In terms of real status, he was still above Qingjun. He was not only a Tianming Wenzong, not only the head of the Zong family, not only the The elder of Dongsheng Pavilion, and more importantly, he is the most outstanding son of Zong Sheng.

Jiang Hechuan glanced at Zong Ganyu and secretly sent a message to Fang Yun.

"Zong Ganyu, this old guy, doesn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. On the surface, he just wants to attend the grand cultural gathering, so he never takes any action. I am not as good as Zong Ganyu, but after all, I hope Wenzong, I feel that he is interested in you The threat is still greater than that of Qing Jun. Could it be that the big shot you found is related to Zong Ganyu?"

Fang Yun secretly sent a message while going upstairs: "Biting dogs don't bark, the same principle applies. Last time Zong Ganyu suffered a complete defeat in the Hall of Public Opinion and failed to take away my Blood Light Realm. His next attack will definitely be like thunder. Don’t give me a chance to fight back.”

"Be more careful. I suspect that Mr. Qing is a bait, used to attract your attention, otherwise he wouldn't wear the Sanqi Pingtian Crown."

"This is a very likely possibility, I will pay attention to it."

Fang Yun recalled the letter about "Zhang Longxiang". So far, Zong Ganyu has not communicated with Zhang Longxiang. He is obviously a little wary. So far, only Lei Tingzhen, Zhu Fengqiong and a few others have contacted him. Fang Yun once talked with Lei Tingzhen as Zhang Longxiang to find out the news about the big shot, but Lei Tingzhen obviously knew about it, so he prevaricated in the end and was unwilling to tell the truth.

Fang Yun climbed up the wall of Yueyang Tower and scanned the place. It was not much different from an ordinary cultural gathering venue. There were tables and food. Because it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, chrysanthemums were placed everywhere in the venue. When the autumn wind blew, the chrysanthemums swayed and the fragrance burst out.

The only difference between this place and ordinary literary gatherings is that the status of the participants is astonishingly high. They are either great Confucians or bachelors, monarchs or important ministers of the country, elders of aristocratic families or heads of wealthy families. Ordinary people cannot get in at all.

Fang Yun smiled and chatted with everyone. He only met people he didn't know well, but chatted a few words with people he was familiar with or had good friends with.

After Fang Yun finished greeting everyone, Qing Jun and others also stepped onto the city wall.

Qing Jun was in poor health and had shortness of breath. It took him a while to calm down. Next to him was the king of Gu, and behind him were many great scholars from Qing. Zong Ganyu stood with those great scholars, always smiling. There's nothing special about it.

The more Zong Ganyu behaves like this, the more wary Fang Yun becomes.

Qingjun chatted with others, and Fang Yun looked outside. To the southwest was the vast Dongting Lake. Just like Zhang Longxiang's poem, the lake was full and flush with the shore. The lake reflected the sky, and it was vast and boundless, like a place. sea.

Directly opposite is the river channel from Dongting Lake to the Yangtze River, which is also a part of the Yangtze River. This section of the river is covered with a large number of sea eyes. It has been a morning, and human races from all over the country are still popping up in them, but more and more people are coming from them. The less, these temporary sea eyes will be closed after the meeting begins.

Fang Yun glanced at the camp in the northwest. There were no tents there yesterday, but he ordered them to be added today. Hundreds of thousands of foreigners were temporarily staying there.

Fang Yun sighed softly, most of the people came here as refugees. Shengyuan Continent has a pleasant climate and rich products. Officials from various places can control the weather. Farmers have extraordinary strength. As long as they are not sick and have no disaster, they will not starve to death. The human race has always wanted to settle down and relocate. These people traveled thousands of miles to come here, and more than 90% of them were forced to do so.

As for the last 10%, Fang Yun doesn't want to accept it, but he can't drive it away at the moment. Many of those people are committing crimes or are unable to survive in the local area. There are also some people who have been taken seriously by the propaganda of "Wenbao" and the public. Jingguo has been transformed into a pure land on earth, making it more prosperous and peaceful.

Fang Yun glanced at other places. They were all scholars from all over the world. After the literary meeting, they would naturally return.

Some people found Fang Yun and shouted and cheered.

Fang Yun bowed to everyone, and those people were even more excited.

The others on the wall were a little envious. Even if all the people present showed up together, they could not create such a momentum.

And Fang Yun, with an ordinary action, could win the hearts of the people in the world.

Jiang Hechuan looked at Fang Yun and smiled happily. At this moment, Fang Yun was already one of the leaders of the human race.

This is the general trend.

This is why Jiang Hechuan didn't care whether Fang Yun won or lost this literary meeting.

Victory and defeat can distinguish the superiority, but it can no longer measure heroes of this level.

The great scholars and kings present looked at Fang Yun. Everyone's eyes seemed to have white clouds passing through the sky. When they saw Fang Yun, the faint light was white, like a god or a saint.

Qing Jun gritted his teeth, his face flashing with hatred and jealousy that could not be concealed. At this moment, Fang Yun had obtained the terrible power that only the saints of the human race could have. As long as Fang Yun was in Shengyuan Continent, this power would protect Fang Yun, and even the king could not grasp it. Although this power was extremely thin compared to the saints, it was already equivalent to half a semi-saint treasure.

This power was very common and common, that was the people's hearts.

However, those kings, those powerful ministers, those celebrities, and those wealthy businessmen could never get it.

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