Saint of the Confucian way

The hall of the king's palace of Chu was so quiet that you could hear the sound of a fine needle falling to the ground.

The other three scholars were almost stunned. Although everyone felt that the king of Chu might compromise, they didn't expect to agree so quickly.

Duke Ye of Qing Dynasty was full of helplessness in his eyes and said, "as for the family wealth hidden by Duke Qishan, he conspired with... The third son of the king of Jing. He should seize his title and be abolished as a common man!"

The king of Jing County seemed to hear a bolt from the blue and stared at the Duke of Qingye for a long time.

The king of Chu, with a black face, looked at the king of Jingjun and said, "Uncle Huang, you need to kill your relatives for righteousness at this time. Don't make it difficult for me!"

Such a naked threat made several other university scholars frown. The king of Chu had deviated from the way of kings and officials. The court should not have said such important words.

After a long time, the king of Jing nodded vigorously and said, "I have no way to teach my son. I hope you will forgive me!"

With that, the king of Jing turned his head to Fang Yun, gnashing his teeth and asked, "how's it going? Is that enough?"

Fang Yun was confused and said, "what are you talking about?"

The king of Chu and the four scholars felt a headache and couldn't keep up with the idea of the Zhujiang marquis. I don't know what he meant by this.

Qing Ye Hou said helplessly, "we are punishing the murderer according to what you said."

"They are not murderers," Fang Yun said.

The rest were puzzled. Is this to turn fighting into friendship? Just find a ghost to replace the dead?

Fang Yun slowly raised his right hand and finally pointed to the king of Chu with his index finger.

"You are." Fang Yun looked directly at the king of Chu.

The crowd was shocked and then angry.

"Thieves dare you!" the king of Chu slapped the Dragon case on his side.

Bang, bang, Bang

Then he saw that the large screens on both sides of the throne were kicked down, and a total of 37 people walked out of them.

Sixteen Hanlin and twenty-one Jinshi.

Everyone kept silent, but his eyes were like a sword and his killing intention was like a tide.

Fang Yun felt his hair tremble gently, like a blade.

Of these 37 people, everyone has written Tibetan Feng's poems, and everyone can put their lips and tongue in the next moment.

The four scholars looked at Fang Yun coldly. They were full of talent and vitality. Bursts of powerful pressure impacted Fang Yun, but those powerful forces dissipated automatically one foot away from Fang Yun.

Four people can do it at any time.

The king of Chu sat down on the throne, his face as cold as an ice sheet for thousands of years, and his eyes were very bright.

"Zhang Longxiang, do you think the king can't help you?" the king of Chu snapped.

With a faint smile, Fang Yun glanced at all the academicians and scholars one by one, and finally glanced at the four great scholars.

"Tujiwa dog ear."

One man is invincible.

Everyone looked angry and wanted to do it immediately, which was the greatest contempt in his life.

The king of Chu took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and said slowly, "Zhang Longxiang, I'll give you one last chance. Would you like to abandon the past grievances and join hands to help the state of Chu to a higher level?"

Fang Yun lost his smile and looked at the king of Chu with compassionate eyes, as if he were looking at a wild dog. He said, "you deserve to join hands with me?"

The king of Chu was so angry that he almost overturned the table, but he finally endured it and said, "you know very well that I can never allow a person who has a deep hatred with me to stay in the state of Chu, let alone leave the state of Chu and go to other countries. There are only two ways in front of you, one is to abandon the past grudge with the king, and the other is to destroy your literary palace and break your courage by murdering Gou Bao, a university scholar!"

"It's up to you?" Fang Yun made no secret of his sarcasm.

The king of Jing was furious and said, "Your Majesty, give orders!"

Holding a jade seal, the king of Chu got up slowly, looked down at Fang Yun and said, "Zhang Longxiang, you are forcing me to be alone! The respect of the king of Chu cannot be desecrated!"

Fang Yun carried his hands behind him, quietly looked at the king of Chu and said, "it's a pity that you could have become the first monarch in the history of literary circles, but you personally destroyed this possibility and even the royal family of the state of Chu!"

Everyone present didn't understand what Fang Yun meant, but everyone was angry.

"Sir, I can't bear it anymore!" the king of Jing shouted violently.

"So..." the king of Chu's eyelids drooped gently, then looked up and said in a loud voice, "Aiqing, listen to the order. Zhang Longxiang, the Marquis of the Pearl River, plotted against Gou Bao, the Marquis of Qishan. He harbored evil intentions and never changed his teachings. He is suspected of betraying the human race like his father Zhang Wankong! Capture him, regardless of life or death!"

When the king of Chu said that, the jade seal on his right hand suddenly emitted a bright light and rushed into the sky, echoing with the holy temple in the distance. Then, a breath of Pei Mo Neng came down from the sky and enveloped the whole palace.

Under that huge power, everyone present seemed to be a small fish in a fish tank.

Then, a light red column of light fell from the sky, covering Fang Yun.

The holy temple was closed.

Even semi saints, once banned by the holy temple, will be difficult to move in a short time.

However, nowadays, no one can control the power of the holy temple to ban semi saints unless the second Saint comes in person.

Except for the king of Chu, all the scholars put their swords on Fang Yun.

In addition to the four university students, each of the other 37 people has used the handed down Tibetan front war poem "sword chant" to enhance the strength of their swords. At the same time, they have used the sword calling poem "Dragon Sword poem" to double the number of swords.

A total of 74 swords came, like lotus flowers in the night.

Everyone's face is full of contempt and disdain.

The four great scholars did not attack with the talent and ancient sword in front of them, because they wanted to protect the king of Chu. Moreover, in the face of the power of the closure of the holy temple, Fang Yun's hands have no power to bind chickens, and it is impossible to escape the joint attack of dozens of people.

However, in the next moment, except for the talented ancient swords of the four great scholars, all the other swords of Hanlin and Jinshi stopped in the air. At the same time, transparent ripples spread in the vertical plane, as if there was a shield formed by the water in front of Fang Yun.

At the moment of seeing these ripples, everyone stared with horror.

Boom

Suddenly there was a violent falling thunder in the sky. The sound spread not only to the literary world, but also to the Shengyuan continent and every place where there were holy temples.

Then, all the creatures in the literary world looked up at the sky and saw the direction of the king's palace of the state of Chu, as if there were cracks in heaven and earth and the anger of God.

Heaven is coming.

In the palace hall, seventy-four cross verbal swords were transferred to the direction of one hundred and eighty degrees under the invisible but terrible force.

The noumenon and imitation of each sword point to their master, the former master.

"Heaven... Ok... Teacher... Way..." the king of Chu muttered to himself, his throat almost rusted.

"He is... Fang Xusheng..." the king of Jing couldn't believe it and looked at Fang Yun.

Yi Zhuan gradually converges its strength, and the bearded middle-aged Zhang Longxiang turns into a young Fang Yun.

At this moment, whether it is the king of Chu or the four great scholars, whether it is Hanlin or Jinshi, suddenly understand why there is a Zhang Mingzhou in the literary world, suddenly understand why a person in the literary world can write three handed down poems in a year, and why a person in the literary world can create a miracle that even everyone in Shengyuan continent can't do.

Because that literary man is Fang Yun.

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