Saint of the Confucian way

When the moon dissipated, the master of ceremonies of Jinshi picked up one of the scholar's Mid Autumn Festival poems out of the county and read them aloud. Every word of his words burst with spring thunder, and less than half of kongcheng people could hear this poem.

After reading the poem out of the county, there was a wave of applause.

The scholar smiled and thanked everyone.

Then, the people behind them went up to write poems in turn. The master of ceremonies would read aloud all the poems that reached the county level or higher.

Today, a total of 100 people have obtained the qualification to enter the holy ruins, including 20 scholars and 80 people. According to the original situation, 20 scholars should go on stage to write poetry four times, and then 80 people should write poetry from the bottom to the top according to the ranking.

Fang Yun passed through the holy ruins road and won the fourth place. It was impossible to write poetry with scholars, so he was acquiesced to be a Ju Ren and became the last five poets.

Nineteen scholars wrote poems one after another. Finally, four people's poems came out of the county, but the people watching the Cultural Association praised them one after another. Only such a large cultural association with elites from ten countries can there be so many scholars who can write poems out of the county.

After all the scholars were completed, the six most ranked scholars came to the stage together. Like the scholars, they wrote poems with the title of the mid autumn moon. These scholars have the worst strength. Many people didn't expect them. In terms of talent, these people may not be as good as those scholars.

But among the six candidates, there was a cold door. One person became a master of the house and got more Yuehua than others.

Ci Chengda mansion is a big thing even in Kong City. The master of ceremonies invited a Hanlin to appreciate the CI.

After that, the emcee asked this person some more words. Both of them spoke with spring thunder. Everyone heard it clearly. This person is neither a rich family nor a semi holy family, but a poor and famous family.

Everyone sighed that if such a talented person lived in a rich family or semi holy family, he might be able to enter the top 30.

After that, the Ju people came on stage one after another, and these Ju people also showed the highest level of the Ju people in ten countries. More than half of the Ju people could poetry out of the county, and one in ten people could reach the government, but the higher Ming Zhou poetry did not appear.

Mingzhou is a very high demarcation line. The poems and poems of Mingzhou will be recited by thousands of people. Many high writers have been pursuing the poems and poems of Mingzhou all their life.

The people present are all scholars, so every time the master of ceremonies reads poetry, countless people must recite, write, discuss and judge.

The moon rose higher and higher. With the endless emergence of poetry and articles, good articles appeared repeatedly, and the atmosphere at the scene became more and more warm.

The guests under the high platform were more calm than those outside. Only when the poems of their own country or family were recited, did someone cheer.

Those great Confucians or university scholars rarely speak. Even if they do, they simply say "yes", "OK", "you can have a look" and so on.

Unknowingly, the Juren who ranked No. 26 to No. 30 appeared on the platform, and the literary talent of these five people was even more outstanding. Liangda Prefecture and Liangda County immediately set off a wave of cheers.

The moonlight came. This time, the bright moonlight was much thicker than before. After the moonlight disappeared, all people's eyes emitted a faint light, which disappeared after a long time.

A Ju people came to the stage, poems appeared one after another, and the moonlight poured in again and again. The people of kongcheng around cheered more and more frequently.

At the beginning, many people just talked with their relatives and friends. They occasionally paid attention to the people on the stage, but the later they paid more attention to the people on the stage. When five people from the sixth to the tenth took the stage, everyone stopped talking and looked at the stage together.

This is the top ten people in Shengyuan mainland. Among them, they may not be the most literary talent or the most powerful. They can definitely be among the strongest. If the top ten people in the holy ruins can leave the holy ruins alive, they will certainly become the leaders of a country and even shock the ten countries in the future.

Even if it is not the top five, it is enough to attract everyone's attention.

Even if there are many great scholars and even great Confucians here, it is recognized that some of these people must have their achievements above them.

Five people stood behind the desk and wrote the results of their hard thinking these days.

Five talents grow slowly on paper. Finally, one person calls the state and four people reach the house!

The talent of these five people far exceeded that of the previous Ju people, and the Ju people of the Kong family wrote the poem of Mingzhou, which finally became the first poem of Mingzhou in the cultural society, which aroused the cheers of all the people of Kong City.

The top ten people can get double Yuehua. After the Kong family got Yuehua, the whole person was covered with a light moonlight. It took a long time to be absorbed, which attracted the envy of many people.

With the double moonlight of Mingzhou, it will be very smooth in the holy ruins.

Until this time, many people understood why this Kong Ju man didn't strive for a higher position. Since the top ten had to double the moonlight, and since he had the talent to become a poet in Mingzhou, he must surpass the Mohists and strategists, there was no need to compete. It was better to pursue the golden mean.

Zong Wude, who ranked fifth, looked at the smile on Kong Ju's face and suddenly realized that he wanted to slap himself in the face, and then looked at Fang Yun.

Because he found a big problem and entered the top five, he had to write poetry on the same stage with Fang Yun!

Zong Wude helplessly punched the hole and raised his thumb.

The treatment of Mingzhou poetry was quite grand. The master of ceremonies invited a bachelor to appreciate it. The words were incisive and gave everyone endless aftertaste.

Five people stood on the stage for a quarter of an hour before they went down.

Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, sun naiyong, Fang Yun and Zong Wude walked to the platform. Before five people stepped on the platform, the whole scene was boiling. Countless people shouted the names of the five people, and Fang Yun was the most vocal.

In kongcheng, where everyone is a scholar, Fang Yun is no less respected than Jingguo.

Fang Yun stood on the high platform and looked at the dense crowd. Wherever his eyes fell, there were loud cheers. The atmosphere of Kong City was more open than that of other countries. Countless women screamed and excited, which attracted the envy of many men.

The emcee originally planned to let five people write poems just as before, but the atmosphere was too warm. Before the five people started writing, the cheers of the crowd exceeded the scene of poetry singing in the state.

Many of the guests did not expect that it would be so exaggerated. Once a decade, the holy ruins had never been so warm. They shook their heads and smiled, helpless.

The master of ceremonies continued to open up the spring with his tongue. "At this time, the first five members of this sacred road are on the stage. They represent the essence of the Ten Kingdoms and the talent of the scholar. They represent the hope of the Terran. Once they enter the holy ruins, they will slaughter the devil and make great contributions to my people."

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the emcee began to introduce five people.

"This is Yan Yukong, the first person in the holy ruins road. He is a semi holy disciple and Yan Zi's blood. He is the head of the desk, maocai and Jieyuan. He is already three talented people. He is the most likely person to be the leader and champion in the future of Qingguo. If he gets the head of the country, he will be the first six talented people in ten countries. This person..."

Next, the emcee introduces the latter two.

"Mo Shan, a direct descendant of the Mohist school, is not only outstanding in the meaning of poetry and scriptures, but also superb in Mohist mechanism art. Mohist mechanism art has five boundaries and sixteen levels. He has reached the medium level of the second boundary, which is comparable to many Mohist Hanlin..."

"Sun naiyong, a collateral branch of the Sun Wu aristocratic family, was not outstanding before the age of 12, but after the scholar in the examination entered the army and honed himself, he immediately rose like the sun in the middle of the sky and continued to make military achievements. Two years ago, he defeated 3000 Barbarians with only 500 people with one military book..."

The emcee walked up to Fang Yun. Before opening his mouth, there was cheering under the stage. All the guests looked at Fang Yun.

The laughter of Jingguo people, the coldness of Qingguo people and the indifference of Wuguo people immediately formed the most strange atmosphere of this cultural meeting.

Fang Yun was smiling, but suddenly he looked down at the stage as if he had been stung by a poisonous scorpion.

At the table of Mengsheng aristocratic family and on the Wuhou car, the fierce king's eyes finally recovered from the distant sky, looking at the high platform for the first time, really watching the cultural meeting for the first time, and looking at the people present for the first time.

The fierce king looked at Fang Yun. His eyes were obviously calm, but they were like eagles looking at wolves. All the places where his eyes reached were prey. Everyone subconsciously avoided his eyes. They were fierce!

The wolf demon Hou who had been lying on the ground immediately got up, slightly showed his sharp teeth and stared at Fang Yun.

It was like frost and snow falling near Gaotai. The atmosphere was suddenly cold, but kongcheng people in the distance could not notice the changes here and were still happy.

The Emcee's body shook and opened his mouth, but the dignified Jinshi couldn't say a word at the moment. After waiting for more than ten minutes, he took a sneak look at the fierce king, then gritted his teeth and straightened his spine to introduce Fang Yun.

"He's Fang Yun! He's the former child student of the double top saints in Jingguo! He's the only former scholar of the double top saints in the ten countries! He's also the only one who has been selected by the saints! He's also the 'first show of the ten countries' granted by the semi saints! Since April, there have been poems and scriptures on the holy way every month, and the first person of the four languages together! Yes..."

The master of ceremonies didn't use any overly modified words, but just like reading the book, he counted Fang Yun's achievements and reputation one by one. This achievement was more real than any words, so that everyone was silent.

Even those who know Fang Yun very well are shocked to hear the master of ceremonies say so many achievements.

When the emcee finished, no one spoke in the audience, and it was still quiet.

Text name: pressure hole city.

One person, ten thousand people dare not speak!

After a while, someone spoke. The emcee crossed Fang Yun and went to Zongwu De to introduce the fifth person.

Just as the master of ceremonies stopped, a passionate and thick sound like a war drum suddenly appeared under the stage, forming a tongue with spring thunder ringing through Kong Sheng's sky.

"Fang Yun, I admit, I look down on you."

Everyone within ten miles felt an invisible force coming.

The audience was silent.

The whole city.

But different from all the people who admired Fang Yun before, many people on the guest table looked at the fierce king coldly, and some people from all holy families or university scholar Darius made no secret of their dislike for him.

Fang Yun still smiled and said, "you're welcome."

The fierce king said slowly, "look at the Wu Hou car. There are Mongolian ancestral scriptures and drinking scallops in the car. There are pieces of great Confucian cultural treasures on the car, as well as the position of the head of my Mongolian Saint family. As long as you promise me a condition, you can give it to you. I can not even take your blood drop animal skin!"