Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 364 Yang Tianwei

Fang Yiai stepped forward to answer, the officials were overjoyed at first, but then worried about the number one scholar.

"It's true that Fang Jun has outstanding literary talents, but has he ever read Buddhist scriptures?"

"That's right, don't talk about poems about plum blossoms and snow appreciation, but they are elegant in normal times, but they are like dog tails now."

"He wouldn't be thinking of taking the opportunity to perform in order to atone for his crimes?"

"This is messed up. His head must be lost if he doesn't want to lose it. What a young and vigorous madman!"

All the ministers discussed in a low voice, but Li Shimin heard it. Seeing Fang Yiai, who had an extraordinary bearing, Tang Taizong thought, "If you can say goodbye to this arrogant Fanhan, everything will be easy. let's go!"

"I have already uttered the previous Zen poems first, let's see what Fang Jun can do." Debate is like a pearl of wisdom in his grasp, and his mind is more stable.

Fang Xuanling looked at his son, and wished behind his back: "Wen Qu Xing bless Ai'er through this calamity, don't ask him to become a blockbuster, just don't be ashamed."

Du Ruhui, Qin Qiong, Chai Shao, Ma Zhou and the others only know that Fang Yiai does not understand the Buddhist scriptures, and now, like Fang Xuanling, they are all worried about Fang Yiai behind their backs.

"Little traitor, there is no way to hell, you just want to bump into him, hehe, you are dead!" Xiao Yu suppressed a smile and thought.

Seeing Fang Yiai's haughty expression, Fan Han couldn't help snorting, "Little baby, I've seen a lot of haughty people, what's your opinion, let me hear it."

Changsun Wuji reached an agreement with Fan Han's thoughts, thinking, "Fang Jun, next year today will be your death day. If you talk about the ways of Confucius and Mencius, you may be the best, but this Buddhist scriptures."

Changsun Wuji thought half of it, and after hearing Fang Yiai's leisurely tone, his whole body suddenly turned into an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Bodhi originally had no trees, and a bright mirror was not a stage. Originally, there was nothing, so where could it cause dust?"

"Wen Chaogong" raised his head and recited the poem, turned his head and looked sideways at Fan Han, with a hint of arrogance on the corner of his mouth, he cupped his hands with a smile and said: "The students are not talented enough, please give me your advice."

Fan Han was startled, hesitated for a while, but couldn't say a word.

"Why are you so stupid? Fang Jun's Zen poems don't rhyme? I think it's pretty good." Li Shimin stroked his beard and thought in confusion.

Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and the others looked at Fan Han together, their eyes full of anticipation. They, who didn't understand Buddhist scriptures, didn't have the time to savor the deep meaning of Fang Yi's love poems, and all their attention was focused on On Fanhan.

Fan Han and Fang Yiai paused for a long time, and finally bent down and bowed, "Sir, you are talented, you have been educated."

As soon as this remark came out, Li Shimin laughed loudly, looked at Fang Yiai with eyes full of approval, nodded and said: "Okay!"

"Wen Quxing bless my son, isn't Wen Quxing descending to earth!" The more Fang Xuanling saw her son, the more she liked her son, wishing she could hold her in her arms and kiss her like she did when she was a child.

Monk Bianji never expected that there would be a second half of this Zen poem. Seeing Fang Yiai being praised by everyone, the eminent monk who had already moved his heart became jealous. Underneath, he could only sulk secretly.

Fang Yiai cupped her hands with a smile, and said in a calm tone, "Your envoy is humble, let me give in."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai stood in place slowly, and smiled sideways at his father. Only then did he have the confidence to meet Fang Xuanling's gaze.

Fan Han had suffered a great loss, so naturally he would not stop there, turned around and took the red lacquer wooden box in the servant's arms, and said loudly: "Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, this is the Buddha bone relic of a wise man in our country. Don, is there anyone better than this thing?"

With that said, Fan Han opened the lacquer box and took out a transparent object the size of a quail egg.

Li Shimin carefully looked at the Buddha bone relic in Fan Han's hands from the air, seeing that it was not as big as the pearl on the Nine Dragons hat, he immediately felt contemptuous, "Can a small ore be said to be indestructible?"

"Where is the Golden Melon Warrior in front of the palace!" Li Shimin wanted to kill the arrogance of the envoy of the Bohai Kingdom, and called out the Golden Melon Warrior without even being polite.

The gourd warrior wears bright silver armor and holds a gourd hammer in both hands. The gourd is not big, but it is a blunt weapon driven by brute force, and its destructive power cannot be underestimated.

"Does the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty want to use Guduoer to smash the Buddha bone relic?" Fan Han put the Buddha bone relic on the smooth bluestone slab with a smile, as if he was not afraid of knocking and hitting.

"Golden Melon Warrior, despite your best efforts, I forgive you for not being guilty." Li Shimin looked at the Buddha bone relic on the ground with great interest. After fighting for half his life, he firmly believed in absolute power, but he dismissed any sacred objects.

The samurai tightly held the pumpkin's long pole with both hands, raised the pumpkin high up, and swung all his strength to smash Huashan in the face.

"clang!"

With the sound of a broken stone slab, the Buddha bone relic was not damaged, but the pumpkin hammer was slightly dented.

"Ah!" Li Shimin was quite surprised. He knew that the pumpkin hammer was made of fine steel. He never expected that this seemingly insignificant little ball would be so indestructible.

"This little marble is so hard!" Cheng Yaojin cried out.

Yu Chigong walked out of the martial arts class unhappily, asked for a golden melon sledgehammer, and said: "You kid is not worth it, look at us old black!"

After finishing speaking, Yu Chigong let out a loud shout, and with all his strength in his arms, he controlled the pumpkin hammer and smashed it at the Buddha bone relic again.

With one blow, not only the cracked bluestone slab fell apart, but the four surrounding stone slabs were also shattered.

Yu Chigong took away the pumpkin hammer with wide eyes, and looked carefully, where there was no trace of the Buddha's bone relic on the ground.

"Haha! Little officials of the Bohai Kingdom, I have smashed your family's Buddha bone relics!" Yuchi Gong laughed loudly, his heroic spirit soaring to the sky.

Fang Yiai stood aside, frowned and looked carefully, but saw that the Buddha bone relic was stuck on the pumpkin hammer, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and was discouraged by Yuchi Gong.

Fan Han also discovered the whereabouts of the Buddha bone relic, and said with a sneer, "This black general, look at what is on the pumpkin hammer."

"Golden Melon Hammer" Yu Chigong held the golden melon in his hand, looked left and right, and saw the Buddha bone relic embedded in the fine steel hammer.

Yuchigong took a lot of effort to pull out the Buddha bone relic, handed it to Fan Han, shook his head and said: "This little ball is so strong!"

Yu Chigong was ashamed to stand in the martial arts class, and being disturbed by him like this, those generals who were eager to try suddenly lost their temper. Although Yu Chigong was not the first in martial arts, his strength was superior to all the officials, and even Qin Qiong was inferior. More than points.

Holding the Buddha bone relic in his hand, Fan Han protested, "Emperor Tang, how about it?"

Li Shimin was startled for a moment, then turned his gaze to Fang Yiai, "Fang Aiqing."

Before Fang Yiai could say anything, Fang Xuanling responded first, "The old minister is here."

"The widow is calling Zhuangyuanlang, Xuanling misunderstood." Li Shimin smiled wryly, and couldn't help being amused by the two men.

Fang Yiai suppressed her smile, walked slowly to Fan Han's side, held a white jade wat board, and replied respectfully: "The student is here."

"This is the No. [-] martial arts scholar in the current discipline. Tell him to come and learn about your country's relics." Li Shimin said to Fan Han.

Fan Han suffered a disadvantage from Fang Yi'ai before, now he couldn't help but feel a little cautious, looked carefully, but saw that Fang Yi'ai was pretty and dressed as a civil servant, he couldn't help chuckling: "I'm afraid this official is Can’t even kill a chicken? How could he be the No. [-] martial artist of the Tang Dynasty?”

"Killing the chicken? You didn't see it when he slaughtered the Turkic warrior! You must be scared to death!" Yu Chigong muttered unconvinced.

Fang Yiai was not annoyed at being slighted, took the Buddha bone relic with both hands, looked it over carefully, and said: "The student is not talented, I would like to try my best."

"Okay, let you experiment." Fan Han shrugged, and he was determined that Fang Yiai would not succeed.

Li Shimin looked at Fang Yiai with a smile, pinned all his hopes on this son-in-law, and said kindly: "Fang Jun, just tell me what tool you want."

"Long live Qi, students don't need any tools." Saying that, Fang Yiai secretly circulated the true energy into the palm of her hand.

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in Hanyuan Hall.

"What the hell, don't use tools? Could it be that you bite with your teeth?"

"Don't break the dog's teeth!"

"Big words are not ashamed, really are big words."

Amidst the doubts from the crowd, Fang Yiai pinched the Buddha bone relic with three fingers, slowly released his true energy, and silently unleashed the improved version of the Jade Finger Sword.

"What is Fang Jun doing? Sleepwalking?"

"No matter how good his martial arts are, he is only a mortal. Could it be possible that he can crush Buddha bone relics with his fingers?"

"Swallow it, swallow it, swallow it and it's over." Xiao Yu muttered the slogan in her heart, wishing Fang Yiai could just swallow the relic and kill herself.

As the zhenqi continued to be released, Fang Yiai roughly judged the hardness of the Buddha bone relic. After a little delay, Fenran used the Jade Finger Sword with all his strength, and only heard a "Gappa", instantly making the noisy crowd Han Yuan Hall became silent.

Under everyone's gaze, Fang Yiai slowly opened his palm, and the Buddha bone relic rolled into the palm of his hand, and turned from a round shape into fragments of seven or eight petals of different sizes.

"I'm blind! I must be blind!"

"Impossible, could it be that we are collectively dazzled?"

Amidst the exclamation of Changsun Wuji's party, Fang Yiai saw the right moment, raised her robe and knelt down, holding the wat board and said in a loud voice: "Thanks to Long Live Tianwei, the students are fortunate to live up to their fate!"

(End of this chapter)