Feng Yuanjun said: "The Cowherd and Vega have existed for hundreds of millions of years, but in the end they only shine on the two of you, even if the magic of these two stars is less than one-ten-thousandth of that of Wenqu Star, it will definitely be of great use." If you put a hundred hearts, you will definitely discover the wonder of this Tanabata star in the future!"

Fang Yun nodded, and was about to discuss in detail, when someone suddenly shouted.

"Poet Prince, where are you going!!" a young man's voice rang out.

The originally lively city walls suddenly became silent, and both those who were moved by the poem and those who were discussing the beauty of the words followed the prestige.

I saw the poet's head and disciple standing stiffly at the table, his face full of shame and resentment.

Fang Yun took a closer look, and he was less than three steps away from his seat.

The boys at the next table smirked.

Some of the other Qingguo people simply turned their faces away, which was too embarrassing, the first disciple of the dignified poet, the first disciple of Qingguo, and the people who would inevitably be able to enter the Jinshi this year were actually exposed by a few children.

The poet said, "I'm going to clean my hands." ”

Fang Yun shook his head secretly, the first disciple of a generation of poets actually used going to the toilet as an excuse to escape, and Qingguo's face was about to be lost.

Governor Dong said unhurriedly: "It's okay to clean your hands, let's take out Lord Shijun's Tanabata poems first." ”

"We've been waiting for a long time!"

"Take it out! Didn't Shijun just want to suppress my Panorama Country? Fang Zhenguo's "Queqiao Immortal" is here, you press it and try it!"

"Psalms, psalms. ”

Many people watched the show with a smile on their faces.

Fang Yun suddenly remembered the scene of comparing the people of the prospect and the people of Qingguo, at that time, the people of Jingguo were extremely excited, and they were simply gritting their teeth in revenge, but now it is completely different, almost ridiculing.

Fang Yun felt very relieved, Jingguo people finally had self-confidence.

The sky was full of stars, the oil lamps on the city wall were arranged, and more than 30 tables of Jingguo people looked at the poet's first disciple together.

The poet's heart is sad. Once upon a time, when he came to Jingguo like Yu Shi Qincha, he didn't take Jingguo people in his eyes at all, and even beat and scolded Jingguo people without being responsible, at most he lost some money. But since Fang Yun has been around, Jingguo has completely changed.

Qingguo suffered unprecedented defeats one after another, and Qingguo's literary name was almost suppressed by Fang Yun alone, which was something that had never happened in Qingguo's two hundred years.

Even when Chen Guanhai, Li Wenying and others galloped the world, Qingguo won more and lost less.

But in front of Fang Yun, Qingguo has never won!

The poet knew in his heart that the words of Fang Yun this time were only Mingzhou. Then he is not ashamed to take out his teacher's Mingzhou poems, but Fang Yun's words become a town, and he is a four-and-a-half-foot talent, crowning the Qixi poems, if there is no better Qixi poems in a hundred years, this one will inevitably reach the level of spreading the world.

The poet can't write a few poems in his life, let alone pass on to the world.

Looking at the eyes of hundreds of Jingguo people, Shijun's nose was sour, and he almost cried. Just a year ago, they were looking at Jingguo people in this way.

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "It's raining heavily in Jiangzhou, and that poem is soaked in the rain." ”

Several teenagers almost got their noses crooked. didn't dare to take it out, and even dared to take the opportunity to smear the flood in Jiangzhou.

Dong Zhifu said coldly: "Shijun gave poems to my country, and Shijun's disciples tried in vain to be greedy for ink and come to someone. Take it down, strip it naked, search it!"

"Order!"

The soldiers shouted in unison.

The poet's first disciple quickly took out a rolled-up page of paper from his sleeve. Then, under the surprised gaze of everyone, he quickly kneaded it into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it vigorously. In the process of swallowing, his eyes bulged out, and his face was hideous, like an evil demon.

"Ha Luha! I said no, no, no! I want to use this to attack my teacher? Dream! This poem is our Qingguo, we have the final say! Want to overpower our Qingguo? Wait another thousand years!"

Not only did the people of Jingguo look at him in amazement, but even a few people from Qingguo were extremely stunned.

A Qingguo raised a face with an embarrassed face, stood up and said: "It is better to judge the level of literature by talent, it is better than it, and it is not that I Qingguo has never lost, why do you want to do this? If it is spread out, the face of the poet will be completely lost by you, and the face of Qingguo will also be lost by you! When did our Qingguo become a country that could not afford to lose?"

The first disciple of the poet said contemptuously: "Ignorance! I can lose, but Qingguo can't lose!"

"But what you ruined is my Qingguo's literary name! As soon as today's 'swallowing poems' incident comes out, my Qingguo will become the laughing stock of the Ten Kingdoms!"

The first disciple of the poet said: "How can my miscellaneous family ever value the name of the text? As long as I can let Qingguo swallow Jingguo, it doesn't matter if I swallow a hundred poems." ”

Fang Yun said firmly: "With our luck, you Qingguo will never be able to swallow Jingguo!"

"Qingguo only has five years to go, Chen ...... As soon as that one goes, Qingguo is just a fish on a knife!" Shijun's first disciple showed remorse after speaking.

Whether it was the old man or those teenagers, all the people of Jingguo stood up, and every soldier drew his long knife and aimed it at the first disciple of Shijun.

The faces of these people were calm and their eyes were determined.

The face of the poet is as earth-colored as the face.

Fang Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "The half-saint is the foundation of a country, and it is also the pillar of the human race, since you curse me Jingguo Chen Sheng like this, if you don't kowtow and apologize, you don't have to leave today! ”

The vitality of the sky suddenly exploded.

The first disciple of Shijun gritted his teeth, slowly knelt on the ground, lowered his head and said: "I don't choose what to say, the slip of the tongue involves Chen Sheng, it is really a sin, I hope Chen Sheng will forgive." After speaking, he kowtowed three times.

Governor Dong said: "The death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped! Someone comes, cut off his arms shoulder to shoulder! Let him know the price of humiliating my Jingguo semi-saint!"

"You can't do this to me! I'm a lifter! I'm under the protection of the Holy House. ”

Multiple soldiers pounced on him, knocking the poet to the ground while grabbing his arm.

"The Holy Courtyard does not protect the villains who curse the saints!

Two pieces of snow-bright knife light flashed, and the two arms of the poet's first disciple were cleanly cut off, and blood splattered.

"Ah......" The poet screamed and fainted.

"Bandage it and throw it at the door of the Qingguo Embassy. If he dares to insult the demi-saint in the future, even if he hides in the palace of Qingguo, our Jingguo will find him out!"

The Qingguo people on the side hurriedly apologized, but no one paid attention to them.

No one thinks that Jingguo people are doing something wrong, Chen Guanhai is the spiritual pillar of Jingguo, once Chen Guanhai has an accident, Jingguo Building will fall. And it is everyone's duty to protect the name of the semi-saint. If the demi-saint can be insulted and cursed casually, then the foundation of the human race will be finished.

It is permissible to criticize the demi-saints, but not to insult the curse.

Looking at the blood stains on the ground, the people of Qingguo felt extremely sad, the poet swallowed the poem in vain was originally a scandalous thing, and he cursed Chen Guanhai in front of the people of Jingguo without words, this kind of thing will inevitably be in the "Wen Bao", which will inevitably cause a scolding.

Fang Yun watched Shijun's first disciple being dragged away, and he didn't feel pity at all, Chen Guanhai was injured in a battle with the Barbarian Saint. Qingguo can hope that he will die and then annex Jingguo, but he will curse him in front of Jingguo people, and he will not die much.

The victory and defeat were decided, and the Qingguo people left together, and when they got down the city wall, they stopped in a dark corner.

The people of Jingguo not far away laughed and laughed, and they seemed to be isolated from the world.

A few people even squatted weakly, without the temperament of a scholar, and were completely ruffians.

"You guys stand up! How can we be so discouraged! Even Lord Shijun has lost, what is it if we lose!"

"I ...... I'm not afraid of losing, I'm just confused. When did we Qingguo become so unaffordable? It's not like that!"

"This is the art of vertical and horizontal, it is also the art of miscellaneous power, and the strategy of the soldiers, our plan is to unite the barbarians to destroy the demons. For the sake of this goal, we can sacrifice, and the poet can sacrifice. Even Kyungkook can be sacrificed! Now, it's time for Kyungkook to sacrifice!"

"So, it's up to you to decide who will sacrifice for what's going on!"

"Because we can help the Terrans destroy the demons! We can help the Terrans become strong!"

"If you sacrifice you, you can also help the human race to become stronger, are you willing to sacrifice?"

"Of course!"

"Okay, I'll remember this sentence!" the squatting Qingguo man slowly stood up.

"What are your intentions? Treason is a great crime!"

"Don't worry, I'm just like you, and I'll help the human race grow strong together!"

"I wish you could!"

"Naturally. ”

It's just that every Qingguo person heard a cracking sound that seemed to be nothing.

On the city wall, the atmosphere of the Qixi Festival fell into a trough, although everyone knew that Chen Guanhai would die soon, but he was cursed by the people of Qingguo in person, and he still couldn't let go.

After a while, many officials began to get busy, because their official seals kept receiving Hongyan handbooks, most of which asked the town and the country, and some asked the emperor's poems.

Fang Yun also received a Hongyan biography from Cai He, the county commander of Jixian County, but Cai He's content was different, and Fang Yun seemed to see Cai He's roaring face behind the words.

"You actually wrote me as a pedantic scholar on the opposite side? Let me destroy the relationship between the White Snake Demon and the Terran scholars? Don't force me to go to Yuhai City! Change it immediately, or I'll block your door!"

Fang Yundang didn't see it.

On the side, Feng Yuanjun said: "The Qixi Festival will be almost dispersed, and then we will go to the North Vice City together to see what you need, and then exchange it with dragon horns." ”

"I know this, every time there is a big festival, the merchants in the North Vice City are particularly active. What's the biggest event in North Vice City today?"

"The biggest is not the biggest, it's a lot bigger. For example, the jewelry meeting of Fuyuan Pavilion, the trade fair of famous wine workshops, the calligraphy exhibition of Moxiangxuan and the exchange meeting of Yinlong Pavilion are too many to mention. ”

"Then where is my dragon horn suitable for exchange. ”

"Of course, it's the Dragon Pavilion. There is the industry of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, and merchants or wealthy families from all over the world go to the Dragon Pavilion for the treasures of the Dragon Clan, if you want to exchange the dragon horns for other treasures, as long as the asking price is a little lower than that of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, you will definitely be able to sell quickly. ”

"Besides the exchange meeting of the Dragon Pavilion, is there anything else?"

Feng Yuanjun showed a helpless look and said, "The two major festivals of Qixi Festival and Lantern Festival, the exchange meeting of Yuhai Mansion can only be held by Yinlong Pavilion, because any merchant who holds an exchange meeting on this day will be regarded as an enemy by the East China Sea Dragon Palace. ”

"Dragons are very domineering. The word monopoly popped up in Fang Yun's heart.

"When did the dragons stop being domineering? But it's nothing, it's more convenient to exchange in one place. (To be continued......)