Saint of the Confucian way

The crowd watched Fang Yun go to the edge of the third floor and push open the window.

Two blocks away, there is the famous Mingtang street. Directly opposite, there is the government of the state of Ming.

Near New Year's Eve, the Ming government house was brightly lit and people came and went.

Fang Yun looked at the Ming government quietly, and the people behind him did not move.

Occasionally, Fang Yun would also move his eyes and look at the residence on a street not far from the government of the Ming Dynasty, which is the residence of marquis Qishan and the place where Gou Bao lives.

Everyone on the third floor felt that the man in front of the window was like a dormant giant demon. Once he woke up, he would swallow the world with anger.

"Wen Hui will continue. Don't worry about me." Fang Yun said calmly and didn't look back.

The people were relieved and said, "thank you for your mercy, brother."

At this time, even the sophomore knew that he was obviously not an ordinary person. He wore coarse cloth and blue clothes to cover up his identity.

Those scholars did not dare to talk much. They retreated away from Fang Yun and looked at each other. For a long time, no one spoke.

Not long ago, a man whispered, "brother Liu, you are really lucky, but thanks to you."

The crowd looked at Liu Xiucai with envy.

Liu Xiucai smiled awkwardly. Just now he kindly reminded Fang Yun that it was not a dilemma, but a custom in the world of reading. In fact, this sentence was nothing, but he expressed goodwill to Fang Yun in advance and resolved the possible conflict.

A scholar turned his eyes and whispered, "as soon as I climbed up the tallest building, I rushed to the cattle on the twelve railings. Zhang didn't want to leave his name, for fear of pressing the 14 states in the literary world! What a great spirit. This poem reminds me of a person."

The others were stunned, showing a sudden color and nodding hard.

"Previously, I was shocked by this man's vast momentum, and my mind didn't listen to orders. I just thought he was a scholar with a prominent status, but he was only a scholar at most. He was an ordinary bachelor. But later, when I think about it carefully, who dares to say that he can dominate the world of literature? Only that one!"

"It's very likely that it's him. Although we haven't personally seen his portrait, the description is not bad. We have a beard, a magnificent body, a magnificent appearance, a tiger looking at the eagle, and a semi holy appearance!"

"Yes, yes, it can only be him." it is not only his poetry, but also his people who 'cross the Six Harmonies and sweep the air through the ages' "

Many scholars nodded one after another, but no one dared to say the word "Zhang Longxiang".

"Why is this suddenly walking at night in cloth clothes?" Liu Xiucai asked in a low voice.

They looked at each other and found excitement in each other's eyes. Everyone guessed that something big might happen.

Everyone shut up, turned slowly, stared at Fang Yun, and became more and more excited.

Fang Yun still looked at the Ming government.

When Zhang Jing'an was the head of the pavilion, he once issued a "clean medical order" to avoid the proliferation of fake drugs and fake doctors, but he poked the hornet's nest. Because the medicine shop of the medical school in the capital was controlled by the upper forces in the capital, the real big guys didn't come forward, but their grandchildren and nephews couldn't sit still and gathered to rush to Zhang Jing'an's place.

Gu Hong, the nephew of the Duke of the Ming Dynasty, is incompetent and shameless, which is a disgrace to Xun GUI. He was scolded as a waste. He finally begged the Duke of the Ming Dynasty to speak and get the job in charge of the medicine shop of the medical officer, and he can get a lot of private money every year. Zhang Jing'an's clean medical order made him most angry, so the public slapped Zhang Jing'an in the face. If Zhang Jing'an hadn't escaped cleverly, he would even be beaten.

Fang Yun always remembers this.

However, Fang Yun didn't start immediately because he had been familiar with the new power since he came out of Shushan, so he had been sitting in the carriage.

At the ninth mountain, Fang Yun had been promoted from Gewu university to Zhizhi University.

The object is to seek, and knowledge is to understand.

Eye detection, so the scholar's eyes are particularly sharp, which is called the eye of objects.

The mind thinks, so the mind of the Bachelor of zhizhijing has strong thinking ability, which is called the skull of Zhizhi.

It is not enough to pursue the essence of things only by means of objects, but also need knowledge and understanding.

After being promoted to zhizhijing, Fang Yun felt that his strength had improved another step.

In the context of things, although I can observe the most obscure details of things, I can't connect all the details and make perfect judgments. Now, as long as I observe useful phenomena, I can get more useful information and never lose anything.

The Bachelor of gewujing has terrible observation ability, and after promotion to zhizhijing, he will gain strong computing ability.

Fang Yun is familiar with this feeling, because no matter what he sees now, he will quickly analyze the power of zhizhijing, which not only consumes talent but also energy. Now he is unable to freely control the power of zhizhijing.

Take the waiter on the third floor as an example. When you see the waiter in the gewujing, you will find that his tone and expression are not good. His right hand grinds a cocoon with a brush, and his words have a baling accent. Then you guess that this man is a bit of a dog's eye.

However, Fang Yun is now a zhizhijing. After discovering these details, he immediately gets the information behind them: This sophomore has practiced calligraphy hard, but because his family is poor, and baling is a place with a large population and few places to admit children, he falls short of the list and comes to Jingzhou to make a living, and the admission proportion of children in Jingzhou is very high. The sophomore thought that if he took part in the imperial examination in Jingzhou, he would be able to pass the examination, so he didn't change his face when he saw Fang Yun at the beginning, but when he heard Fang Yun's accent, he saw that a person in Jingzhou didn't wear a Wen Wei suit, so he thought that there was no Wen Wei. Naturally, he was disgusted.

Fang Yun recalled that there was a helpless smile on his face. The skull of knowledge was really strong. After he observed the details of the sophomore, he got the result at the first time, but he didn't need this result at all. There was no need to care about the mental journey of a stranger. It was a waste of time.

However, due to the existence of the skull of knowledge, Fang Yun has other ideas in his heart, which is not a complete waste of power, because he has this experience. If he encounters a similar situation next time, he may not need the power of knowledge environment, and he will instinctively get the result.

When you see good and evil, you know good and evil.

"It seems that we should constantly use the skull of knowledge in combat, so as to turn some god given abilities into basic abilities and make ourselves stronger."

Fang Yun stood at the window for an hour.

Those scholars were still in high spirits, and the waiter stood at the entrance of the stairs and dared not move. Other boys called him and were driven away by him.

Late at night, Fang Yun took a slow and deep breath, finally mastered it and closed the power of zhizhijing.

Fang Yun's eyes widened slightly and opened his mouth. The real dragon ancient sword flew out, and an ink sword loomed under it.

The real name inspires, and the sword turns into a real dragon.

"Oh..."

The ancient sword and the real Dragon flew over the government house of the Ming Dynasty. With a peerless posture, they stretched out their right front paw and patted down. They saw that all the buildings of the government house of the Ming Dynasty collapsed, all the trees were broken, the dust was flying, and the ground was sinking.

An old man in Tsing Yi stepped into the clouds and rose from the smoke, with angry hair and blood in his eyes.

"Who dares to destroy the government of Ming Dynasty!"

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