Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun pondered for a moment and made a simple reply. He thanked Ao Yuwei. After all, the relationship between the two sides was not deep and didn't say much.

Then Fang Yun fell into meditation.

As for the great figures of the imperial family, the inheritance of the ancient demons is only half a claw. They can't guess who they are.

At that time, Kong Sheng and demon manzhong Sheng played a real big chess with the stars as chessboard and chess pieces. Finally, they suppressed thousands of stars with the power of Wenqu stars, forming a strange star sky, which is a chaotic star chessboard.

It makes sense to say that it is the power of the chaotic star chessboard.

As for the ancient star river, it has been mentioned two or three times in the memory of the inheritance of ancient demons. I only know that it is the treasure of the imperial family. I don't know what shape it is and what use it is.

"Forget it. It's estimated that even the saints of the Terran don't know what power it is."

Fang Yun stopped thinking.

When the time came, a golden light flew from the holy courtyard into a huge golden light "a" and suspended over the holy temple.

Then, golden lights appeared one after another, and then crossed the sky, which was spectacular.

Seeing this unprecedented golden top ten, some scholars are difficult to understand themselves, and their eyes are wet.

There are many scholars from other countries in Ning'an County who continue to marvel. This is a miracle unheard of in the ages.

Many people cheered loudly, because it was said that every time they got one a, there would be some benefits for the local people. Now they got ten A. in the future, Ning'an city will become a blessed place. If there was no threat from demons and barbarians, a large number of people would move here.

Some Qingguo people who came to the aid Party lamented.

Not only the ten countries' big ratio and Jinshi hunting ground determine the admission quota of the Terran imperial examination, but also the palace examination plays a decisive role!

There is only one class a without any reward, but the holy courtyard expressly stipulates that every country has one more class A, the organ is everything!

These workers admire Fang Yun's industrial mechanism and respect Fang Yun's fairness, because in the world, only Fang Yun really attaches importance to them as ordinary workers and opens up real channels for them to rise, rather than just treating them as senior slaves like those businessmen and bureaucrats.

All the workers have red eyes.

Fang Yun smiled.

Virtual saints should be happy and angry.

The stubborn old man Liu Yu walked quickly to Fang Yun and said loudly with a smile: "Xiaofang county magistrate, are you here?"

Fang Yun nodded.

"When will you leave? Then everyone in our workshop will see you off!" Liu Yu still smiled.

Fang Yun seemed to be infected by Liu Yu's smile and said with a smile: "tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I don't want to work hard and leave quietly."

Liu Yu said, "I think you'd better announce it in advance. If you say so, we will take turns to guard at the gate of the county government. Once we find that you want to go, we will start knocking gongs to remind the whole city!"

Fang Yun was stunned. The people of Ning'an county would definitely do so.

"Well, since you want to go, just make it easier. I'll leave tomorrow morning." Fang Yun said.

"That's it! We'll see you off tomorrow morning. Don't run away!"

"Good!"

"I'll accompany you to inspect. You don't have to worry about them. They are useless things! It's a high promotion and a great wedding for you to go to the capital holy courtyard. Laugh!" Liu Yule said.

Liu Yu accompanied Fang Yunzhong through Gongfang street.

Fang Yun got into the carriage and turned in front of the door.

In front of all the workshops stood a dense crowd of people.

"Farewell, everyone!"

"OK! You... Remember to come back and have a look." the stubborn old man Liu Yu finally couldn't help but turn his head and cover his face with his sleeves. Tears gushed out.

Fang Yun enters the carriage.

"Go back to the county government."

The coachman trembled slightly, and Fang Yun's voice seemed a little hoarse.

As soon as the whip was raised, the carriage moved forward, and finally disappeared into the view of everyone.

In the early morning of the third day of November, the oil lamp of a family in the north of the city came on.

"Get up! It's dawn!"

"Dad, you're lying! It's not light at all. It's early winter. God, it can be light so early. Let me sleep for a while!" an 11-year-old child shrank under the quilt.

"Sleeping again, Lord Fang is leaving!"

"Ah! No!" the child got up suddenly.

"Get dressed!"

"Where's mother?" the child asked as he dressed, without any sleep in his eyes.

"I'm baking fragrant white flour oil cakes for Xiaofang county magistrate to eat on the road."

"Oh, I'm finished!" the child's voice was full of vitality.

"Go wash your face and leave immediately after eating. Don't be late!"

"It's not late. The sun hasn't come out yet."

"Son, his father, don't forget to bring lanterns. Even if Wenqu stars are big, they can't be knocked."

Not long after the family finished eating, the child's mother carried a bamboo basket covered with white cloth, and the child's father walked out of the house with lanterns in the cold wind at night.

"Dad, what's your hurry? There must be no..."

The child stood at the door and looked around blankly.

The city was full of bright lights and lanterns fluttered all the way.

The early morning of early winter is like the Wenqu star of the full moon, and the flow of Ning'an city in the night.

Everyone is moving towards the same place.

The child grinned and said loudly, "let's go! See off Xiaofang county magistrate!"

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