Saint of the Confucian way

Everyone in the Shengyuan continent knows that with courage, you are a qualified scholar, and with Wenxin, you are a powerful scholar.

Fang Yunshen enters Wen palace.

In front of me, it is not the Wen palace, but a night sky.

Fang Yun looked carefully. It was not the night sky, but a huge tree.

The giant tree is located in a very distant place. There is no root under it. Only part of the trunk and crown can be seen.

The giant tree was dark, and I didn't know what it was made of. It divided into countless branches, which were covered with countless stars.

This huge tree exudes a thick and long peculiar smell, like the origin of the world and the noumenon of the world. Fang Yun feels very small.

Fang Yun knows that every star is a star, which can never be understood by ancient people. Every star is equivalent to a sun, and the sun is small among stars.

"Magic." Fang Yun looked at the strange tree of stars curiously, trying to find out what it was, but after watching it for a while, Fang Yun was even more shocked.

"The tree can't see its roots and trunk. It looks like a tree, but why do I feel that it's only a part of the branches? Only the part in front of me is equivalent to a galaxy. How big is the complete appearance of the star tree?"

The star tree suddenly shook gently, and countless starlight scattered. Finally, the starlight condensed into a heart-shaped starlight, crossed the night sky and rushed into Fang Yun's eyebrows in an instant.

Fang Yun blinked involuntarily and looked again. He was in the Wen palace.

The star sky, self statue and talent of Wen palace have not changed, but "brother Xie" in Wen palace

Fang Yun looked down and saw that he really had a board clothes on his body. He put down the tray and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone automatically appeared on it.

"Once you take the pen, you will declare war. You should be careful." the man said politely.

"Thanks for reminding me, brother. Fang Yun thought to himself and looked at the statue of Yan Yukong. The statue was broken.

"The wind is rustling and the water is cold..."

Yan Yukong ran quickly while reciting the Yi Shui song, watching Fang Yun with vigilance. Moreover, he had a layer of virtual shadow of mountains, which was the protective force of mountain Fu.

"This..." Fang Yun didn't expect Yan Yukong to be so talented that he learned to speak out overnight after the mid lift. However, what's the matter with his martial arts poem "mountain Fu"?

Fang Yun immediately guessed that the power of mountain Fu was given to Yan Yukong by Shushan. Only by killing him at this time can he be qualified to get better. His body is far stronger than that of scholar. Moreover, he has learned the killing skill in the army very early.

Fang Yun secretly sighed that he was worthy of being a semi Saint disciple,