Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun suddenly smiled coldly. When dealing with the scholar, he only used one tenth of an inch of talent.

The talent tempered by the five movements of Wenqu stars and the magnificent Wen palace with ancient murals first gets the thunder holy sound and then climbs the four mountains. During the talent and literary battle, Fang Yun's strength is 100 times that of ordinary scholars!

Suddenly, the strong wind around Fang Yun increased again, while the wind around Feng Shaoyu continued to weaken.

"What's the matter? You cheat!" Feng Shaoyu couldn't help but be shocked. Although he was manic on the surface, he always studied hard, worked hard for the rise of strategists, and had great confidence in his talent and Wengong, which was more than 30% stronger than when Fang Yun played against scholars before.

But now, Fang Yun's talent and Wengong's strength have suddenly increased, even twice as much as him!

Qingguo people can hardly believe their eyes.

"Is this Fang Yun also a semi saint? Even those excellent disciples of the Yasheng family and the Confucius family can't reach this level?"

"It's over. I really shouldn't have listened to those people's encouragement to fight in Jingguo! Fang Yun has more than a literary name and a solid foundation! No wonder he can go up to three mountains and three pavilions!"

Ximolu's face flashed a look of shame. He was a child of the semi holy family, but he was not as good as Fang Yun in talent and firmness of the literary palace! And it's not as good as a scholar!

Many nervous Jingguo people breathed a long sigh of relief. They scolded Feng Shaoyu out of self-confidence. Subconsciously, they thought that Feng Shaoyu was not as good as the disciples of the semi holy family, but he was also a genius of Qingguo. Fang Yun was still a scholar after all, and his literary talent was very likely to fail, but now they were completely relieved.

Feng Shaoyu suddenly shouted, "Fang Yun can't beat me. You cheated first! I'll break his literary palace with courage and give me justice!"

When Feng Shaoyu turned his hand, a golden paper page appeared in his hand. The paper page suddenly stood up with the word "for".

Great Ru Zhenwen.

As soon as the hearts of the people in Jingguo fell, they were mentioned to their throat.

"Beast!" Ning Zhiyuan suddenly shouted.

"I'll kill you!" a man was so angry.

Countless Jingguo people shouted abuse.

Even the five or six Qingguo people who originally supported Feng Shaoyu showed anger. Unexpectedly, he dared to do so. He first replaced his punishment with great Confucianism and Zhenwen, and then hurt Fang Yun. Even if Feng Shaoyu will not be punished again by the power of the holy temple, he will also be pointed out by Wanfu, and the literary name of Qingguo will be greatly hit.

Feng Shaoyu was laughing. He knew that as long as Fang Yunwen palace was seriously damaged, he would be punished. Qingguo would lose the Feng family at most, but it could completely destroy the hope of the rise of Jingguo. Everything is worth it!

An invisible force fell on the great Confucian true text and completely destroyed it. At this moment, Feng Shaoyu laughed wildly to mobilize the power of Wen Dan in an attempt to smash Fang Yun's Wen palace.

Fang Yun was not afraid, but showed compassion.

The smile on Feng Shaoyu's face suddenly solidified, because he suddenly found that his courage strength was like an egg hitting a boulder. Then a harder, tall and heavy mountain appeared in the boulder, smashing the Wen palace and breaking the courage.

Feng Shaoyu heard the continuous strange cracking sound, looked at Fang Yun blankly, and an idea came out of his heart.

"He's just a scholar. How can he have courage? How can he reach the first level of courage, as tough as grass and trees?"

"Poof..." Feng Shaoyu suddenly made a dull noise in his head, burst his literary palace, courage, talent and so on, and then sprayed blood from all parts of his eyes, nose, ears and mouth, mixed with a lot of debris.

Feng Shaoyu slowly fell to the ground, and a lot of blood flowed out of the seven orifices.

Feng Shaoyu is dead.

There was silence.

"Holy Punishment is good!" a man shouted.

"The sage really can't tolerate such people!"

"Deserve it! Good death!"

Everyone thought it was a saint's punishment.

All Qingguo people look pale. The semi Holy Punishment rarely uses such an extreme way, but once it is used, it shows that the semi holy is really angry, and everyone knows the temper of the East holy.

There was a sound of broken silk thread in ximolu's ear, and then he was like a thunderclap, his body shook and vomited a big mouthful of blood.

"Brother Xi, what's the matter with you?" a scholar hurriedly held ximolu. He was a member of the semi holy family. He must not make any mistakes and must curry favor.

Ximolu burst into tears, but his eyes shed not tears, but blood.

At this moment, he finally understood that he was blinded by the vertical and horizontal skills of the strategists!

The scholar was stunned, and then jumped back like a frightened rabbit.

"Blood... Blood is cut off!" the scholar pointed to Xi Mo Lu and couldn't say a word.

All Qingguo people scattered around like avoiding the God of plague. One person even knocked down a chair and fell to the ground because he retreated too fast.

Even those officials were scared to pieces. Now no one went to see the dead Feng Shaoyu. They all looked at Xi Mo Lu.

No one expected that things would become like this. It forced the semi holy Xi Yunxiao to cut off his blood. For scholars, this is a terrible punishment than Holy Punishment, which means that Xi Molu will have nothing to do with the Xi family, and even his immediate family only dare to associate with him in secret.

Xi Muru, with blood in his eyes, knelt down, looked up and cried sadly: "Grandpa Shengzu! I'm wrong! I'm wrong! I shouldn't forget the great righteousness of the human race for my own kindness! I shouldn't know that you don't want to participate in the struggle of the holy way and get into it by mistake! I shouldn't be with such an extreme person as a strategist! I shouldn't! I shouldn't! I wouldn't have done such a thing if I hadn't been in the vertical and horizontal skill! Even if I had been in the vertical and horizontal skill, I didn't want to harm Fang luck Ah! Grandpa Shengzu, spare me, I dare not again! I dare not again... "

Xi Muru said at last and kowtowed to the ground.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

He kowtowed with all his strength. He was smashing the ground and shaking it constantly.

However, he received no response.

I don't know how many times I kowtowed, Xi melu finally stopped and shouted to the sky: "Grandpa Shengzu was unkind, unjust, unfaithful and unwise. He increased pollution for the celebration of the country and disgraced our ancestors! Although I am no longer a member of the Xi family and have no blood of the Xi family, I will never live in the world since I have committed a great crime. Today, I thank the world with death! I pour my talent and resentment into my pen, and all the war poems that kill demon barbarians and strategists, At the cost of my life span from generation to generation, I will kill God! This is a gift to Fang Yun. I hope I will forgive my great sin! You rats of the strategists, you can't die well! You can't die well! "

After Xi Mo recorded, he held his brush, injected all his talent, courage and other strength into the brush, threw it to Fang Yun, and then stretched out his palm and patted his forehead.

Wen palace burst, seven orifices bled and fell to the ground.

The semi holy family killed Xi melu.

No one spoke, and the sound of the breeze was particularly loud.

Fang Yun, holding the blood stained brush, was shocked by Xi Muru's heroism, then walked slowly over, squatted down and put his hand on Xi Muru's open eyes.

"I forgive you."

Fang Yun's hand passed by.

Ximolu's eyes closed, the bleeding stopped, and his bloody face was very peaceful.

A man who could have died on the battlefield died under the tricks of strategists and miscellaneous experts. Fang Yun felt a faint pain in his heart.

Fang Yun stood up, firmly held Xi Muru's hand, bit his teeth, then loosened it and looked at the remaining people in Qingguo.

"In order to make my scholars die less in front of the Academy of Arts, if Qingguo doesn't apologize to Jingguo, if the black hand who hurt the army and people of Jingguo last year doesn't thank the world with death, I will fight Qingguo when I become a scholar and go down the mountain of calligraphy! When I become a scholar, I will fight a state! Wendou, continue!"

Fang Yun raised his head and looked into the eyes of those Qingguo people with undisguised contempt and sadness.

Many young people have red eyes.

Lu Yu wiped his tears and scolded, "the miscellaneous strategists are such a group of dogs! It's too harmful! Especially the strategists. Whoever practices the vertical and horizontal skills in the future will break with me!"

A Qingguo half knelt on the ground, sighed and said, "I shouldn't forget the great righteousness of the human race because of a moment of anger. I was wrong this time. I broke the text Palace to thank the world!"

The Qingguo family immediately made a crisp sound in their heads, then stood up and walked out slowly. They gave way. No matter what happened before, since the future road was completely cut off from the broken text Palace, they could only be a illiterate family for a lifetime.

At the sight of this scene, other scholars in Qingguo immediately realized that if they continued to fight Fang Yun, not to mention the Wendan palace, they could not even protect their bodies, and the divine fruit of living fruit could not be used on them.

So, the rest of the people broke their courage, and the scholars broke their courage from the palace of literature.

Because they are broken by themselves, their consciousness is very clear, but it is difficult to advance in the literary position from now on. Due to the fragmentation of the literary courage in the literary Palace by external forces, there is still a chance to repair it, but their fragmentation is a complete negation of themselves and can never be restored.

The officers of the Academy of Arts deal with the bodies of Feng Shaoyu and Xi melu, collect them and send them back to Qingguo.

Many people whispered about the disconnection of blood. Unexpectedly, this kind of thing that only exists in legend happened in front of them.

As long as the semi saint of the semi Saint aristocratic family is alive, many future generations dare not do anything too special for fear of being cut off. On the contrary, those aristocratic families of the saint ancestors are not afraid of cutting off their blood and have great courage.

Fang Yun walked out of the challenge arena and was immediately surrounded by his classmates. They talked in all directions.

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be like this. The strategists are so angry!"

"There's no way. The holy way is contending, and the kind-hearted are all dead."

"Fang Yun, why are you more talented than others? It seems that your semi Saint mentor is very kind to you. Now, no one dares to harm you by despicable means in the future. You are so powerful that you are not afraid of literary battles."

"But do you really want Wen Dou Qing Guo?" Li Yuncong asked anxiously.

They also shut up and waited for Fang Yun's answer.

Fang Yun nodded heavily and said, "I must do this! Qingguo is too much. If all countries do this in the future, the human race will be enslaved by demons sooner or later! I may not completely prohibit such things, but I can definitely curb them to the greatest extent! Let them know how much it costs!"

"Dongsheng, I'm afraid it's time to do it..." a man raised his voice.