Saint of the Confucian way

"Shi Dehong is right! This Fang Yun is so terrible that even Shi Jun thinks highly of him. He will offend Shi Jun for his sake. If he does not die, I will die! Shushan is my chance! I will not miss this opportunity! Although I don't know the details of Shushan, if I can find a way to destroy his Shushan Road, I will not hesitate!"

Tong Li continued to think as he walked. His eyes became more and more firm and cruel.

"Fang Yun, don't blame me! If you lose, Shi Dehong and I will kill ourselves immediately! At that time, my grandfather and Shijun will come to you for revenge! Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you can't escape! Killing you for other reasons will lead to problems with your courage, but in order to avenge your disciples or children, the holy courtyard can't deprive them of their Wen position!"

Tong Li looked up at the direction of the holy courtyard.

"I don't believe that the saint will help you personally!"

Unlike the sad Tong Li, Fang Yun and others were as happy as the festival, and Qian Juren and others also congratulated.

After receiving everyone's congratulations, Fang Yun was about to leave, but a familiar voice came from his ear.

"Fang Yun, come to the literary academy." this is the voice of magistrate Dong.

Fang Yun first asked Yang Yuhuan and others to wait for him outside the Wenyuan street. He entered the Wenyuan and came to a big locust tree with three examiners.

Governor Dong said solemnly, "I'm afraid you know what happened to your scriptures now."

Fang Yun nodded and said, "it should be semi holy to protect me. I'm afraid that the Scriptures in the world will leak out, so I'm blinded to the secret of heaven to cover up for me. However, I misunderstand that my scriptures have a big problem and may violate the Scriptures, so I'm worried. However, since my scriptures have won the first prize, I'll slowly come to light."

"Just think it through. However, we......" magistrate Dong pointed to the sky and put three fingers on his mouth.

Fang Yun nodded and said, "I see. But there are no outsiders at the moment, can you say?"

"It should be OK. After all, the power of saints is to prevent leakage. If people in the punishment hall ask, we can't say nothing. However, try not to say anything." magistrate Dong said.

"Are you silent? I only know that this Wenxin can stop the talent and the Qi and blood of the demon family from booming. I didn't expect to seal all of you."

Feng Yuanjun said: "The more Wenxin you have before the canonization, the more powerful you will become after the canonization. Wenxin is not just a gift from heaven. It will become stronger and stronger as the courage. When you go to the book mountain, you must try your best to climb up and strive for Wenxin. Moreover, there are many secrets of the book mountain, and we know very little. No one knows what's in it except those holy families. But we know one thing, you'll get out of it Color, the more you gain! Remember, use all your strength to mount the book mountain! "

"I remember." Fang Yun answered seriously. He felt unspeakable pressure from Feng Yuanjun's tone.

Master Zhou sighed and said, "although they are both Jinshi, they don't have a literary heart like me. Therefore, we have high hopes for you. We hope you can climb the top when you are a scholar like those geniuses and think about it, saying:" I often go to the river when I am young... "

"I know, it's the river of enlightenment?" Feng Zimo asked with a smile.

"Yes," Fang Yun had to say.

So Feng Zimo told magistrate Dong about Fang Yun's Enlightenment many times by the river. Master Zhou had known it for a long time.

"When Fang Yun comes down from Shushan, are you willing to go to Wudao river together?"

"Must go together!"

Fang Yun didn't know what to say about them, so he had to let it go.

The three asked again. Fang Yun was embarrassed and asked, "three adults, can I get back my Sutra?"

The three laughed and master Zhou said, "look at this? I'll just say that Fang Shuangjia... No, Fang Wujia is reluctant to give up his handwritten article. Fang Yun, don't you think that Shi Jun, such an important person, often goes to the demon world now... Cough, why do you want to come in person?"

"For my scriptures?"

"Of course." master Zhou smiled.

Magistrate Dong said, "the scripture will be put in the holy courtyard for you to understand."

"Ah?" Fang Yun looked unbelievable. He knew that his Scripture was very special. It was nothing to let the great Confucianism pay attention to, but let the great Confucianism "understand", and the meaning was different.

"Ah, what? Go back and prepare quickly. You will be on the book mountain tomorrow after paying homage to the saints. Don't be careless today. Don't think you can relax after being admitted to the scholar!" magistrate Dong said.

"Oh, the three adults are leaving." Fang Yun turned and left, thinking as he walked, wondering why his scriptures were worth learning from Confucianism.

After thinking for a while, Fang Yun vaguely understood.

"It's not that I'm better than a great Confucian, but that I have too much information. I have to constantly explore the holy way, but I have to see more clearly than many people about the road of the times and the direction of the world. Perhaps this is the holy way that suits me best."

Fang Yun kept thinking about his own holy way, and at this time, his talent was increasing.

After leaving the literary academy, Fang Yun and others went to the restaurant for a meal, because they were going to the book mountain tomorrow, and everyone didn't drink.

Fang Yun didn't stay up late to study at night, but went to bed early and refreshed.

The literary academy was quiet in the morning. With a hundred scholars pouring in, the silence of the literary academy was broken.

A hundred scholars in dark blue uniforms entered the holy temple in the literary academy to worship the saints together and get a second talent drop.

Fang Yun is a scholar in front of the saint, so this is the fourth talent drop.

Talent has increased from three inches to four inches, and every place such as Wengong and Wendan has been baptized by talent and become more powerful.

"Although I am a scholar, Wengong is much stronger than ordinary people and has more courage than new recruits. If I can be refined by the book mountain, I'm afraid I'll be close to becoming a scholar. But I'm still a gap compared with the semi Saint disciple Yan Yukong. After all, the other party has been taught by the semi Saint himself and has gone through the book mountain twice. When I succeed in the exam, Wendan will be able to compete with him!"

Finally, Fang Yun looked at his talent, which was different from other people's smoky talent. His talent was like water. After talent fell, his talent became more and more solid.

"I don't know how powerful this talent can be."

After the talent declined, everyone except the top ten scholars left the temple, including the examiner.

"Boom..."

The gate of the holy temple is closed, and Fangyun's ten people are still in the holy temple.

Fang Yun quietly looked at the saints enshrined in the holy temple. Except Confucius and the six Asian saints, others only worshipped the rank. Some were dead and some were still alive.

Finally, Fang Yun's eyes fell on Chen Guanhai's ranking, which was a little old, as if it meant something.

Fang Yun takes back his eyes, but finds that Tong Li is looking at himself. At the moment, Tong Li does not hide his hatred in his eyes.

"I won't let you climb the book mountain smoothly!"

"Oh." Fang Yun said casually, so angry that Tong Li had nowhere to vent.

Suddenly, the whole temple darkened.

Fang Yun felt dizzy and unwell, as if he had lost his balance and floated alone in the void.

Without waiting for Fang Yun to think, the darkness dissipates and the light reappears.

This is no longer in the holy temple.

The sky is hung with a red sun, emitting a warm light. In the distance, mountains rise and fall and rivers surround it.

Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant nearby, full of vitality, and the green grassland is boundless.

This is a very beautiful place. Every place makes people feel very comfortable. It gives people a feeling of comfort in their bones and souls. They want to stay here all their lives and never leave.

However, the world also has flaws.

There are 90 states of different sizes in the ten countries. The largest state is comparable to the whole Jingguo, while the smallest state is only half the size of Jiangzhou.

There are more than 800 prefectures in 90 prefectures, with 10 people in each prefecture, plus disciples of all holy families, and nearly 10000 scholars appear here, everywhere.

These people look like flaws in the world.

Fang Yun woke up first, looked around for a while, and other talents woke up one after another.

Fang Yun looked around. These people were very strange. Just looking at their clothes and appearance, they seemed to be everywhere. They were very alert and no one moved.

At this time, the nearest peak ahead changed.

It was originally an ordinary mountain peak, but it was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Mountain roads, steps, pavilions and gardens slowly emerged. Finally, an attic appeared at the foot of the mountain, on the hillside and on the top of the mountain.

There is a long river at the foot of the mountain, on which there are ten single wooden bridges that can only be passed by one person.

"Cross the bridge, win!" a voice suddenly sounded.

With this sound, a strange wind blew down the mountain, to the river bank and to the people.

Fang Yun only felt the cold wind blowing on his face, like the wind in early winter. It was cool on his body, but it was also comfortable.

"Ah..." thirty feet away, the 14-year-old boy suddenly screamed.

Fang Yun looked at the child warily and saw that he hurried away from the mountain to keep Qifeng away from him.

Fang Yun looked around and found that a large number of people couldn't bear the wind and ran away, not to mention the book mountain, they couldn't even cross the river.

Many people cried in pain, and some even fainted in pain, while others seemed to be in great pain and were gritting their teeth.

"Why don't I hurt? What the hell is this place? Do I come in with my mind or my body?"

Fang Yun walked slowly to the mountain and the single wooden bridge, but more than half of the people dared not go forward. The strange wind was too strong.

Soon, four or five thousand people gathered in front of ten single wooden bridges.

The strange wind here is more violent. Many people keep shouting in pain. Some people can't stand it and then retreat. No matter how these people shouted and hurt, they were not hurt or bleeding.

Fang Yun still doesn't feel pain.

Soon, Fang Yun saw a familiar figure appear in the front left, Tong Li, biting his teeth.