Saint of the Confucian way

The scholars in Jiangzhou were talking in a low voice. Zong Ganyu suddenly burst his tongue. Chunlei said, "know the world brother, Fang Xusheng doesn't want to hide his face. He doesn't apologize for killing the Lei family owner at all. He insists on comparing with Zhang Longxiang's text. Since you are here, comment on the text before the text. Who has a better face."

"What?"

"Clothes know the world?"

"Here comes the literary hero?"

They looked around, surprised and excited. In terms of status, Xu Sheng was on an equal footing with literary giants, but Xu Sheng's false name was high, while literary giants' real name was high.

If we only talk about the most important literary position of scholars, Fang Yun, a virtual saint, is far inferior to literary giants.

No matter how much appeal Fang Yun has now, as long as he has not become a literary hero, he can never surpass Yi Zhishi in the eyes of scholars.

As the first person under the semi saint, Yi Zhishi has rarely appeared in recent years. People expect that Yi Zhishi will be canonized in recent years, but they expect it to be too optimistic. Yi Zhishi is too young among the great Confucianism.

After all, the generation of great scholars of the same generation as Yi Zhishi have just been promoted to a great Confucian for a few years.

After all, Yi Zhishi is less than 60 years old. He is not even an old man. He is still in his prime.

Fang Yun has fallen on the wall of Yueyang Tower. He sighs in his heart that he is worthy of being a literary giant. He has searched with his official seal for hundreds of times before. Zuo Xiang of Liushan was found by himself for the first time, but he still can't find Yi Zhishi.

This means that Yi Zhishi has been infinitely close to the holy way, and further, is to establish the foundation of the holy way.

In this case, Fang Yun can't find out Yi Zhishi unless he consumes the talent of the temple and probes everyone one by one.

Fang Yun even suspected that he had just seen Yi Zhishi many times, but because Yi Zhishi didn't want to appear, he would never realize that the person he saw was Yi Zhishi as long as he didn't stand in front of him and look carefully.

The two people's understanding and application of the holy way are very different.

Fang Yun hasn't touched the holy way yet, but Yi Zhishi has really touched the holy way.

People are still looking, but no one sees Yi Zhishi.

Including Confucianism.

Soon, those experienced scholars looked shocked. Only then did they find that the power of Yi Zhishi had reached a very high level. Except for semi saint, he may be the only one in the world. Even in the crowd, no one would find it.

Fang Yun closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened his eyes and slowly scanned the millions of people below.

Since you can't perceive Yi Zhishi, you can use the most stupid method to lock the position of Yi Zhishi by using the changes of the crowd. As long as you are aware of the location of Yi Zhishi, Yi Zhishi will show his deeds as long as he doesn't use the art of war or talent.

After more than thirty minutes, Fang Yun finally found a strange place. People nearby took the initiative to get out of the way on both sides, but no one walked in the middle.

Fang Yun knew that Yi Zhishi must be there, but his eyes seemed to be disturbed by strange forces. Yi Zhishi always seemed to be walking in his blind spot, so he could never see the real position of Yi Zhishi.

Fang Yun breathed slowly, mobilized the power of the great scholar to the extreme, and after more than 20 breath, he finally got rid of the influence of invisible power and officially saw a man who didn't know how to describe.

The man was dressed in a Confucian purple robe, with long hair like black shiny silk behind him, and only his temples were silver white.

At the moment of seeing this man, Fang Yun was in a trance and didn't know how to judge his age, because at first glance, even though most of his body was covered by robes, his face was like white jade and his exposed skin was as thin as curd fat, like a young man in his early twenties.

However, looking at this person's face, I found that there were traces of years on his face, like a middle-aged man in his thirties, like the rings of trees, recording his real experience.

However, if you look at his eyes, they are deep and mysterious, very dark, like a huge vortex, which can suck the light of heaven and earth into his eyes and make him where he is, only his eyes are bright between heaven and earth.

His eyes showed a wise light, as if only he was the only wise man in the world. Only he could lead the human race on the right road. All opposition to him was evil.

The appearance of young people, the look of middle-aged people and the eyes of old people are perfectly focused on one person.

There was no joy or sorrow on his face. In his eyes, millions of people were like grass in the field and thousands of scholars were like flowers in the mountains. He came like a breeze, and he left without dust.

At the Yueyang Tower late at night, a bright moon came, carrying the autumn wind and lying down with dragons and tigers.

The man looked up gently and looked at the wall.

The moonlight shines alone on Yueyang Tower.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the Wenqu star is hanging in the sky. Under the light of the full moon and the Wenqu star, the two geniuses with the most popular literary name of the human race intersect with each other.

Millions of people solidified at this moment, and there were only two people left in this world.

Yi Zhishi's mouth curved into a slightly undetectable radian, gently nodded his head, then looked flat and walked forward slowly.

When his feet fall to the ground, the world is quiet. When he steps, everything dares to move.

Those ordinary black cloth shoes seemed to step on the intersection of the birth and death of all things.

The crowd was still looking around, but Fang Yun and the great scholars were staring at Yi Zhishi.

Yi Zhishi's eyes swept the familiar Confucianism one by one and gently nodded the second time.

Every great Confucian felt that Yi Zhishi only nodded and greeted himself.

Until Yi Zhishi came to seat a, the rest were surprised.

"Mr. Zhishi is here."

"It's really Yi Wenhao!"

"I haven't seen him in years? It's no different from a few years ago."

"Looking at his back, I thought he was taller than the wall."

"Tut Tut, this is an expert. The Dragon sees the head but not the tail. He obviously came all the way, but none of us found him. You see, the people behind him set aside a road for him. Even so, the people on both sides of the road didn't see him."

"Amazing, amazing."

"He is worthy of being a great man who has entered the holy way with one foot. He can't understand his current state."

"No, did he come from Qingguo?"

"It's over... No wonder someone guessed that a big man would come to the scene to press Fang Xusheng. No wonder Qingjun Zong's family and Lei's family dared to join hands here. It turned out that Yi Zhishi wanted to fight!"

"Mr. Zhishi's talent name is comparable to that of Fang Xusheng, but he is old and has a high literary position. If he really participates in the literary competition, Fang Xusheng has lost half. As soon as Zhang Longxiang plays, he will know!"

"Brother Yi!" Jiang Hechuan took the initiative to greet him with a fist.

"Know the world brother!" Zong Ganyu's tone was much more friendly.

"Mr. Zhishi!" Qingjun bowed down to greet him respectfully.

Everyone present offered greetings.

Before, the power gathered by the Lei family, Zong family, Qingjun, Qingguo officials, bakongshan and Qingjiang firm seemed to rush to Yi Zhishi, as if they had made a wedding dress for the literary giant.

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