Saint of the Confucian way

Everyone watched Fang Yun carefully.

"I'm Zhang Longxiang," Fang Yun said as usual.

"What?" hundreds of thousands of people exclaimed. They also did the same action, leaning forward, trying to hear Fang Yun's words more clearly, because everyone suspected that they had heard wrong.

"Because... Fang Xusheng is Zhang Longxiang?" many people muttered to themselves and repeated Fang Yun's words, but these people looked full, as if they didn't know what they were talking about.

"Ha......" Zong Wuyuan laughed, but just smiled. He suddenly stopped smiling and showed a slight color of shock. He didn't know what he was trying to recall.

Not only Zong Wuyuan, but also all the great scholars present were shocked or thoughtful.

Yi Zhishi's right hand kept holding the tea cup and didn't put it on the table.

Jiang Hechuan had turned his back to Fang Yun and faced Zong Wuyuan, but at this time, his body slowly turned and looked at Fang Yun in surprise.

Leitingzhen slowly opened his mouth and lost his eyes. Then he eagerly recalled every bit related to Zhang Longxiang. The more he thought about it, the worse his face became.

Zong Ganyu's eyes were numb and looked straight at Fang Yun. He clearly wanted to say something, but it seemed that his throat was blocked by something and couldn't make a sound.

The whole room was silent. It seemed that even the river stopped flowing.

"What ghost?" the king Jiao of Dongting, who showed half his head in the distance, said a human word in Xiangzhou dialect. He could laugh people to death at ordinary times, but now no one cares what he said.

It was more than ten years before someone whispered.

"What does that mean...?"

"The devil knows."

"Look at those great Confucians. They seem to understand, but they don't say anything."

"I think they are not afraid to say it."

"Am I... So stupid? After all, I'm a national. I memorize the thirteen classics well, but why can't I understand this sentence? What's' I'm Zhang Longxiang '? Who told me why Fang Xusheng said he was Zhang Longxiang? I don't understand if I broke my courage!"

Fang Yun's friends in the holy ruins became the focus of people nearby. Several people even came directly to listen to their conclusions.

Li Fanming blinked and said, "what does this mean? Let me guess, does it mean that Zhang Longxiang, a literary man, ran to Shengyuan to disguise as Fang Yun in those years when he was imprisoned?"

"No, no, No. Zhang Longxiang is over 30 years old, and he was already a Jinshi. If he entered the imperial examination in the Shengyuan mainland, he would be crushed to death by the fingers of three semi holy examiners."

"It is said that the semi saint has the ability to read three thousand dreams. Is Zhang Longxiang in the literary world and his dream in Fangyun?"

"You might as well say that Zhang Longxiang died in the literary world, and then the gods reunited and took away Fang Xusheng's body."

"Eh? That's a good idea. After Fang Xusheng fainted, he suddenly opened his mind. Could it be Zhang Longxiang's possession?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Is it a decoration to be a saint? Is it a fool to be a saint in public? If Fang Xusheng has been possessed by others and has been in and out of the saint's yard for so long and has been concerned by the saints for so many years, I don't know how many times he has died."

"Well, this statement is negative. Then, there is only one truth..." Yan Yukong said and looked at the people.

Fang Yun's friends in the holy ruins nodded gently.

The heads of the people listening to them have become a paste.

"What truth? What do you know?"

"Then you'll know," Yan Yukong said. "It's really worthy of being Fang Xusheng. It's not enough to play the whole human race. By the way, you can play the whole demon world. Tomorrow, it's estimated that all the holy trees in the demon world can fry the pot."

After a few breaths, Leiting really shouted in disbelief: "No wonder! No wonder! No wonder Fang Yun was closed when Zhang Longxiang appeared! No wonder after Fang Yun appeared, Zhang Longxiang began to close! No one knows what happened to you when you went to the book mountain three times. Now I understand that after you went to the book mountain three times, you enter the literary world, incarnate Zhang Longxiang and guard Liangjie mountain! You are Zhang Longxiang, and Zhang Longxiang is Fang Yun!"

Leitingzhen's words awakened many people from confusion.

The rest nodded gently, or smiled, or breathed a sigh of relief, or continued to meditate.

Yi Zhishi slowly put down his glass and sighed. He didn't know what he was sighing.

Jiang Hechuan was surprised and happy, but he didn't make the same mistake as Lei Tingzhen. Fang Yun didn't personally admit it. Before the result was determined, he didn't say anything, but just looked at Fang Yun quietly.

There is an ocean surging in Jiang Hechuan's eyes.

The great Confucians and the children of the aristocratic family knew enough secrets, so when Fang Yun finished, they could vaguely guess the reason, but most people were still confused even after hearing leitingzhen's explanation, including some Hanlin and even university scholars.

"What's the matter? What's the relationship between going to the book mountain three times and the literary world?"

"Who can explain?"

"Great Confucian who knows the world, I'm afraid only you can tell now!"

"Yi Wenhao, please solve your doubts!"

"Mr. Zhishi!"

Many people shouted at Yi Zhishi in the hope that he would come forward and explain.

Yi Zhishi shook his head gently. If those officials asked for questions, he didn't bother to pay attention, but now many people ask questions, but he doesn't know how to refuse.

After being familiar with the world, Yi Zhishi considers every word carefully, and his tongue blooms spring thunder.

"According to Yi's guess, the final test of Fang Xusheng's three books mountain is to incarnate Zhang Longxiang, a man in the literary world, and lead his army to Liangjie mountain to help the Terran win the battle of Bi Shen. From beginning to end, there is only Fang Xusheng, never Zhang Longxiang."

They thought carefully, and then suddenly realized.

Millions of glowing eyes looked at Fang Yun.

However, no one spoke. They just looked at Fang Yun and wanted to hear Fang Yun's reply.

"Mr. Zhishi is very human, and he guesses it all right."

Fang Yun on the Yueyang Tower, his clothes floating, his body straight and smiling.

At the moment, everyone feels that Fang Yun is the master of this world.

"Unparalleled in the world! Unparalleled in the world!" old Huajun shouted excitedly, his face flushed and completely lost his attitude.

"Good! Good! Good!" Jiang Hechuan didn't know what to use to express his excitement, so he could only keep saying the same word.

The corner of the old man's eye overflowed with a glimmer of water, but soon dissipated and became the literary appearance of Jingguo.

Wu Jun suddenly patted the table and startled the waiter.

"OK! It's worthy of being Fang Xusheng. No wonder I like these two people together. It's not unreasonable! How can there be such a genius in the literary world? Since it's Fang Xusheng, everything makes sense! Ha ha... It's so interesting!"

The officials of the state of Wu turned their eyes. Wu Jun didn't even call himself "I" and began to call himself "Lao Tzu". When he returned to the state of Wu, he would be scolded bloody by the imperial censor.

The big rabbit opened his mouth and was very confused. He couldn't figure out how Fang Yun became Zhang Longxiang. He also wanted to laugh at Zhang Longxiang when he came to celebrate the dog barking at the snow.

Qing Jun collapsed in his chair and looked at Fang Yun powerlessly.

His hands kept shaking.

He couldn't believe the fact, let alone bear the consequences.

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I will soon send a picture of Wanmin, Zhenlong and Xuehai. I have sent so many pictures related to Confucianism and Taoism. This is the first one. I think the picture is better than what I described in my book.

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