The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

When everyone in Jingguo heard about the topic of the world master, they were immediately excited.

"Except Confucius, who is the default world master, no one has become the world master, and there has never been a ceremony to confer the title." The Jinshi Chang Dongyun, who had already rushed to the border, also entered the upper viewing platform. He had received the hidden sword poem from Fang Yun, and had made many extraordinary achievements, and was well-known in Jingguo.

"That doesn't matter. Once Fang Yun becomes the world master, the Holy Academy will definitely confer the title equivalent to the virtual saint level. The world master is at least a virtual saint with the title. At that time, the Duke of Zhenguo will be a double virtual saint with the title, which is awesome!"

"Haha, after Fang Xusheng becomes a virtual saint, the ten countries and hundreds of families will send big gifts. If there is another world master, the ten countries and hundreds of families will send big gifts again, and this time the Lei family dare not not send."

"In that case, I really hope that Fang Yun can be conferred the virtual saint every year. In a few years, the Fang family will be able to empty the family assets of various aristocratic families and become the first family of the human race."

"Hahaha..."

Everyone in Jingguo laughed heartily.

The seats of the Qing Kingdom on the side seemed to be under a dark cloud, and the clouds were gloomy.

Fang Yun won nine consecutive victories!

Laymen watched the excitement, while experts watched the doorway.

In every literary battle, Fang Yun showed his strong power and won steadily, relying on the assassin of linked poems, the sharp military tactics, the plague and disease classics, and the rich talent... In the ninth game, he relied on powerful protective war poems, and almost every game was different, which could be called an all-round writer.

Many people in Qing Kingdom were already full of despair.

Before the literary battle, they believed that Fang Yun had little chance of winning. It was already remarkable to reach the seventh literary battle, but Fang Yun won nine games in a row!

This means that Fang Yun's strength is already comparable to that of the Nine Elders.

Xin Zhi found that the mood of the Qing people was extremely low, and snorted coldly, saying: "You are really raising others' ambitions and destroying your own prestige! Yes, now even I have to admit that Fang Zhenguo's strength is no weaker than the ten old Jinshi! But don't forget that Fang Yun is a tired soldier. Talent can be continuously restored, but the power of literary courage is not much. As for the exhaustion of will and spirit, when it formed the glory of the people, it had already shown a decline."

Zong Wuyuan added in a deep voice: "General Xin is right. Fang Zhenguo has fought a series of literary battles, but Mr. Qu Hange has been resting. One tired and the other idle, waiting for the hard work, Mr. Qu will definitely win. What's more... I believe that Mr. Qu has a 100% chance of winning!"

"Oh?" The Qing people were immediately excited and didn't understand why Zong Wuyuan said so.

Zong Wuyuan is not only the Minister of Rites, but also a direct descendant of the Zong family. The news is much more informed than most people present.

As soon as Zong Wuyuan finished speaking, everyone heard Zong Jibing talking, so they looked at Fang Yun and Zong Jibing.

"You will definitely lose the tenth literary battle!" Zong Jibing said to Fang Yun without any hesitation.

"Oh? I don't think so, but since Master Zong said so, I would like to hear the details." Fang Yun said.

Zong Jibing smiled and said, "I just know more than you. As for what I know, I won't tell you. At this point, you are already extremely tired, and it is useless even if you know."

"Since Master Zong has determined that I will definitely lose, why don't you tell me? Is Master Zong using the art of diplomacy against me?" Fang Yun asked doubtfully.

"Your provocation is useless to me! I will never tell you, but I just tell you to prepare for failure as early as possible, and don't wait until the final failure is hard to accept and you are devastated. This Qing Kingdom, you came easily, but it is definitely not easy to leave!" Zong Jibing said and turned away.

"Well said!" Some young people in Qing Kingdom cheered for Zong Jibing.

"As expected of Mr. Zong, you must not lose your fighting spirit!"

Some people in Qing Kingdom grasped at the last straw.

However, most of the scholars in Qing Kingdom did not speak, waiting for the last moment. Only when Qu Hange won, would it be a real victory.

Zong Jibing returned to the seat of Qing Kingdom and stood in front of Qu Hange.

Qu Hange was the oldest among the crowd, over ninety years old. He wore an ordinary gray-white Confucian cap, with sparse hair and wrinkles and age spots all over his face. His eyes were particularly cloudy, even a little yellow, and his teeth had fallen out. His lips shrank inward, like a chrysanthemum bud waiting to bloom.

Qu Hange's back was a little hunched, and he slowly stood up, weak and fragile, as if anyone could knock him down.

However, no one dared to underestimate this old man.

In terms of protracted battles, Qu Hange might not be as good as the old Jinshi in his sixties or seventies, and in terms of high-intensity battles, he was not as good, but in terms of short-term burst strength, the older he is, the stronger he is!

At Qu Han'ge's age, his will and spirit have been refined to be extremely pure. His literary courage may not be high enough, but he is very solid. Even the Mingqi Birds of the same level can't do anything to them.

Their verbal battles, after the baptism of time and battles, are extremely powerful. Even if Fang Yun's verbal battles have real dragon bones, they are still slightly inferior.

If they fight with others, they can use the sword-calling poem and the hidden-blade poem, which is even stronger than Fang Yun now, but they can't use them when facing Fang Yun, and they are at a disadvantage in verbal battles.

In Fang Yun's view, Qu Han'ge's greatest strength is experience. He knows much better than Fang Yun what tactics to use, when to retreat and when to advance, and the choice of battle poems, and the way to win!

There is no emotion in Qu Han'ge's turbid old eyes.

Zong Jibing bowed his hands and bowed his head and said, "My skills are not good, and I lost to Fang Yun. Please use all your strength, Mr. Qu, to win Fang Yun in literature, save Xiangzhou, and strengthen our country's prestige!"

"Leave it to me!" Qu Hange walked over, stretched out his hand and patted Zong Jibing's shoulder, and walked forward slowly.

Fang Yun and Qu Hange looked at each other.

It was not until Qu Hange came close to Fang Yun that Fang Yun took the initiative to greet him: "Junior Fang Yun, meet Mr. Qu."

After all, this man is over 90 years old, no matter what, Fang Yun cannot lose his manners.

"Humph!" Qu Hange snorted, "I am a Qing countryman who went to participate in the Qixi Literary Meeting, why do you Jing countrymen humiliate me so much? Why don't you forgive me when you can't forgive me!"

There was silence in the upper viewing platform.

Among the previous nine Jinshi, some were gentle in character or had insufficient status, but Qu Hange was extremely stubborn many years ago, and as one of the ten Jinshi elders, he also had enough status.

This tenth literary battle is crucial and is about to break out. At this time, Qu Hange mentioned this matter, which must be ill-intentioned.

Many people from Qing and Jing clenched their fists.

If the timing hadn't been wrong, the people of the two countries would have lost their manners and started a war of words.

Some people in Jing were a little worried. Qu Han'ge was too senior. If Fang Yun answered too strongly, it would be bad for his reputation. If he answered too softly, it would be like being timid before the battle, and he would probably be suppressed by Qu Han'ge's momentum.

Fang Yun looked at Qu Han'ge, and after a moment, he said: "Because, Qing has never spared my Jing!"

"Well said!" Many people in Jing shouted, venting their anger towards Qing by supporting Fang Yun.

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