Saint of the Confucian way

They didn't know why the old man was angry, and they didn't ask much. Yan Yukong and Fang Yun went out, and Fang Yun took out a set of scholar clothes from Hanhu berry and put them on. The previous clothes were not worn like they were.

When Yan Yukong went out, many people outside smiled and congratulated. When sun naiyong and Mo Shan went out, everyone took it for granted.

When Fang Yun, dressed as a scholar, went out, everyone was stunned, even Li Wenying was stunned, and then his eyes showed an irrecoverable joy.

"What's the matter? The scholar came out the fourth?"

"That man seems to be Fang Yun."

"Even if he is Fang Yun, he is also a scholar! How can a scholar cross the holy ruins road? How can a scholar rank fourth? You see, this group of six people come out, and the talents of other countries? Absolutely impossible! There must be something wrong!"

"Don't say a word. Wait a minute and ask about the situation."

Hundreds of people didn't speak, waiting for Fang Yun to come.

An official in Qingguo took a few steps quickly, smiled and said to Yan Yukong who was walking in front: "young master Yan, are you the first on the holy ruins road this time?"

Yan Yukong nodded.

"Then... How did Fang Yun of Jingguo come out with you?"

"He also passed the holy ruins road and ranked fourth." Yan Yukong said, ignoring the man and walking out.

The official of Qingguo stayed in place like a petrifaction and wanted to grab Yan Yukong's clothes and ask again, but he heard clearly that Fang Yun ranked fourth on Shengxu Road, becoming the top ten, and the moon doubled.

The people around looked at Fang Yun. This holy ruins road is not poetry. It's not talent. It's survival ability. It's strength. Only when the strength is enough can they be qualified to enter the holy ruins.

"A scholar stands out from a group of talents and ranks fourth. This... Ten countries are about to change?"

"Fortunately, it's just people and scholars. In case there are Jinshi, he can also rank in the top ten. I'll kill the Jinshi!"

"How on earth did he cross the holy ruins road? I passed it when I was raising people. It was a sea of swords and fire. How could he be a scholar!"

People talked and speculated, and finally got a helpless result. Fang Yun was not afraid of pain!

In addition, people can't think of any possibility.

They also found a problem. Yan Yukong was the only one in the top six of Kong Sheng and Liu Yasheng aristocratic family. All the others, except Fang Yun, were disciples of semi Sheng aristocratic family.

"Isn't it... It's going to change?"

"This year, the holy ruins are ahead of schedule. Many aristocratic families have made wrong calculations. Those geniuses are too young. If they wait another two years, they will be no worse than Yan Yukong and others. If they had known that the holy ruins were ahead of schedule, I'm afraid those Jinshi would still raise people now."

"Look, someone is writing the text list of Shengxu road."

When they looked, they saw that a large white paper was pasted on one side of the Wen hall. A Hanlin stood a foot away, and a pen flew from his hand to the white paper to write the ranking of the holy ruins road.

Fang Yun glanced at the list, then talked with Li Wenying about the holy ruins Road, went out to the rest place of the Confucius School palace, waited for the Mid Autumn Festival cultural meeting of the holy ruins in the evening, wrote poems and articles, got Yuehua, and finally officially entered the holy ruins.

Two quarters of an hour later, Li Fanming looked tired through the fog. The big rabbit no longer let him carry it on his back and follow him honestly.

Li Fanming walked to the beast bridge and saw dozens of people standing in front. Most of them were resting. So he asked the first people to come here. As a result, no one saw Fang Yun.

"Anyway, he is a scholar first, and his poetry is so good that he is safe even if he can't get an extra moon." Li Fanming thought to himself, sitting on the ground to rest and ready to go to the animal bridge when he recovers some strength.

The big rabbit ran around, sniffing and sniffing, and soon returned to Li Fanming happily.

Another quarter of an hour later, Liu Zizhi came out of the fog and walked slowly to the animal bridge.

Liu Zizhi was pale and depressed. He looked carefully at everyone near the animal bridge and found that there was no square luck. He was suddenly in a better mood.

Walking to the beast bridge, Liu Zizhi heard someone talking about Fang Yun, so he went to eavesdrop.

"Which of you saw Fang Yun?" a man asked.

"Brother Fanming has just asked. It seems that Fang Yun hasn't changed fog."

"Of course, he's just a scholar. If he can get through the fog, where do we put our faces?"

"However, this fog change is really terrible. This is just an ordinary fog change. If it is a powerful fog change, we will die. And it can turn butterflies. It's terrible to think about it."

"When the fog changes into a butterfly, it is not terrible and weak. If it is given enough time to grow, the holy ruins are its world. Therefore, the demon and man families and other strange things in the holy ruins will try their best to prevent the fog from changing into a butterfly. Once the fog changes into a butterfly, they will unite to eliminate it and can't let the fog butterfly grow."

"It is said that the demon emperor has a fog butterfly, which is very terrible."

"Forget it, say less gossip and restore your strength to compete for the top 30. It really can't be beyond 80."

Liu Zizhi was happy when he heard the conversation. As long as Fang Yun couldn't get into the top 30 and couldn't get an extra moon, no matter how strong the scholar was in the holy ruins, he couldn't do anything.

Li Fanming was on the side. Liu Zizhi thought of Li Fanming's opposition to him by the river, so he smiled and said, "brother Fanming, I apologize to you. I didn't expect Fang Yun to pass the weak water or even Qifeng canyon. My eyes are not as good as yours."

Li Fanming looked up at Liu Zizhi and gave a sound.

Liu Zizhi wanted to resolve the conflict with Li Fanming. After all, the other party was half Ji's family. Unexpectedly, he had such an attitude. Obviously, he had a good relationship with Fang Yun and was even more unhappy. He said: "Unfortunately, Fang Yun can't be in the top 30 of the holy ruins road. If he can enter the top 30 and get extra moonlight, he will be much safer in the holy ruins. I heard that few scholars in previous holy ruins have come back alive."

"Since Fang Yun can cross Qifeng Canyon, it's easy to leave the holy ruins safely," Li Fanming said.

"That's not necessarily. At least we can say we're not afraid of the holy ruins after the fog changes." Liu Zizhi smiled.

Li Fanming snorted and stopped talking to Liu Zizhi.

The big rabbit on one side squinted at Liu Zizhi, looking like a fool.

As time went by, more and more people completed the holy ruins road. Among the top 60, 54 were disciples of all holy families, and after 60, most were disciples of non holy families. If the demon family hadn't invaded Liangjie mountain on a large scale, some disciples of semi holy families couldn't come, the holy ruins road would be more intense.

Two quarters of an hour later, Li Fanming walked across the animal bridge and successfully passed the Shengxu road.

Not long after, Liu Zizhi also crossed the Shengxu road and appeared in the literary hall. He couldn't care about the broken clothes. He strode out of the literary hall, then looked around and found a list next to him. His heart was raised to his throat.

"Less than eighty people! Less than eighty people!" he thought to himself, stopped breathing and looked at the end of the list.

Then he saw a Hanlin writing with a divine pen: 76, liuzizhi.

Liu Zizhi clenched his fists and almost roared. He knew that he was not qualified to be the top 80, but he got the help of Zuo Xiang. He didn't have a chance until he made great progress in strength these days, but the chance was not big. He didn't rest assured until now.

"Look who is in the top ten." Liu Zizhi thought to himself. Starting from Yan Yukong, who ranked first, he saw the word "Fang Yun" ranked fourth. He clicked in his heart and instinctively thought it was a duplicate name. However, there was an uncontrollable panic in his heart.

"It must not be Fang Yun! It must not be! It must not be..." Liu Zizhi kept comforting himself, but the more so, the greater the panic in his heart. He even couldn't help but think of the scene that the Chinese side in Qifeng Canyon surpassed him. He still remembers the picture that made him cold into the bone marrow. He clearly thought he lost, but finally surpassed himself, which dealt a huge blow to him.

Liu Zizhi walked to the Hanlin with heavy steps, prayed in his heart for countless times, and then asked softly, "Hanlin, which nationality is the fourth on the list?"

The Hanlin glanced at Liu Zizhi and said, "don't you know Jing Guofang Yun? Do you think it's a duplicate name? It's not a duplicate name, it's him! You're not the only one who asked, but Fang maocai, who wrote the inscription on the humble house. Don't ask."

Liu Zizhi's body flashed, and it was too late to reconfirm it. His words were blocked by the Hanlin.

At this time, Liu Zizhi heard a strange laugh. He followed his reputation and saw a big rabbit standing upright staring at him, covering his mouth with two front claws and laughing strangely. His eyes were like looking at a fool.

Liu Zizhi was almost mad. He was just crushed by Fang Yun, but how can even a rabbit be qualified to laugh at himself!

Li Fanming smiled and apologized: "brother Liu, I'm really sorry that our rabbit doesn't understand etiquette. I'll make you laugh." then he pointed his foot at the big rabbit to make it honest.

Unexpectedly, the big rabbit ran out from a distance, and then pointed to Liu Zizhi and kept laughing.

People around him looked at Liu Zizhi curiously. They were laughed at by a rabbit. This is a rare interesting thing.

"Alas, I can't help it." Li Fanming sighed and left.

Liu Zizhi was so angry that his face was red that he wanted to find a crack to drill in.

At about 4 pm, before the sun set, people from all over the city began to go to the Confucius School palace in the center of the city.

A large number of students are already busy in the square in front of the Confucius School palace. Some people are busy building a high platform for cultural meetings. At that time, 100 people who are qualified to enter the holy ruins will write poems and poems on the high platform, while others will set up tables and chairs in front of the high platform to prepare for guests.

The roofs of all families around the Confucius Palace Square are flat, and many tables and chairs are placed on the roofs. At this time, these roofs can sell for a high price. Those who can't get the invitation of the cultural conference will try their best to buy the location of these roofs.

Once a year, the Mid Autumn Festival cultural meeting in the holy ruins will empty the streets and attract countless kongcheng people to the front of the school palace.

This year is destined to be more lively than before, because a lot of gossip is spreading. It is said that the four talents of this generation gather together, and even the "hidden king", who has always been the mysterious two of the four talents of this generation, will come. It is said that the four talents of the previous generation and Li Wenying, who is known as the fifth talent, have also arrived. The fierce king has also appeared. There are even rumors that even semi saints may come to this cultural meeting.