Saint of the Confucian way

When judging, many examiners whispered, and Zhao Qianzhang came forward and said: "Fang Xusheng, I have to tell you a bad news. Since you are not a major worker, there will be an upper limit on your literary level. What kind of literary level you used to be, you can only achieve what kind of literary level you finally obtained. Moreover, the higher the literary level, the harder it is to trigger the bell. Because the talent required for the promotion of a great Confucian is amazing, so it is not a bell after a great Confucian."

Fang Yun said, "I understand this truth. If the bell rings above the great Confucianism, we can promote the literary position. I'm afraid there will be tens of thousands of great Confucianism in the industry."

"It's good that you understand this truth, so we're not sure how many bells you can trigger this time."

"Talent can be acquired in sections, right?" Fang Yun said.

"Indeed."

"Well, no matter how much talent I get this time, I will only be promoted to Sijing in the end. The remaining talent will wait until I am promoted to Wenzong." Fang Yun said.

Zhao Qianzhang said happily, "so you are about to be promoted to Wenzong?"

"I can be promoted at any time, but I'm waiting for the most appropriate opportunity," Fang Yun said.

"OK." Zhao Jiuzhang promised.

Finally, the examiner led by Zhao Qianzhang carefully conveyed power to the organ clock around Fang Yun.

The mechanism clock beside Fang Yun rang.

Then the big clock of the Engineering Institute rang, and then the main clock of the craftsman's Hall rang continuously.

When... When... When... When... When... When... When

Two * * rings eight.

The eight bell of the great scholar sounded no less than the eleven bell of the child student before.

Then, talent fell and injected into Fang Yun's body.

With the experience of the last time, Fang Yun was familiar with the way, integrated his talent into his talent moon, and his literary position continued to recover. Finally, he completely recovered to be a great Confucian in the four realms.

However, even so, we still can't use the power of war poetry, but we can use the common power of scholars such as swords, family, country and the world.

After completely restoring the literary position, Fang Yun inspected himself and found that not only the power of the dynamic Wentai and Lu Banchi had been enhanced, but also the power of the family, the country and the world had been significantly improved.

Moreover, there is another cloud chime clock in his literary palace, which also says the word "Li", but the font is different from other Li.

"Almost." Fang Yunxin said.

After a short break, Fang Yun continued to participate in the evening work conference.

This time, Fang Yun took the technology of workers in Shengyuan mainland as the theme to explain, and highlighted some mistakes of workers in the industry.

The process of explanation is the process of teaching people tirelessly. Fang Yun feels that he is constantly improving in the holy way of the worker.

At dawn, before the workers' cultural conference was completed, the clock of the Institute suddenly made a strange sound, which only people in the institute could hear.

The text will be interrupted by the strange bell.

"Enemy attack!" all the craftsmen suddenly woke up.

Fang Yun stopped and looked at Zhao Qianzhang and other great Confucianism.

Zhao Qianzhang hurried over and said in a low voice, "Fang Xusheng, this cultural meeting can only end. The demon man suddenly launched an attack on the Sichuan city and the important city at the same time. This attack is far more than before. We must go to reinforce immediately. You have just been promoted to the four borders. Stay in the Shu city to rest first. The Shu city has a craftsman's hall and strong power to protect you. Even if the demon man emperor comes close, he will not hurt you."

"I'll go to the front line too!" Fang Yun's tone was indisputable.

Zhao Qianzhang's face flashed hesitant and said, "then you go to Chongcheng with me."

"Good!"

Zhao Qianzhang made a decision after a little discussion with a group of great Confucianism. Some great Confucianism led scholars to return to various cities to maintain normal order in various cities. The rest of the great Confucianism and Gaowen craftsmen were reinforced in two ways, one to Sichuan city and the other to important cities.

Subsequently, the remaining cities sent troops to reinforce the two cities.

Together with Zhao Qianzhang, Fang Yun led seven great scholars and 34 great scholars to Chongcheng.

The two cities are five hundred miles apart. At the normal speed of the University, they can arrive in two quarters of an hour. However, in order to reach the important city as soon as possible, they speed up.

Just above the city of Shu, white clouds are blooming, purple robes are floating, and green clothes are flying. The readers of Gao Wenwei are walking away from the city of Shu.

After flying for decades, Fang Yun asked, "Mr. Qianzhang, how is the war between the two cities now?"

Zhao Qianzhang said: "Chuancheng is commanded by Liu Houyang, the literary emperor. We don't have to worry. Chongcheng, like Chuancheng, has always been the front line of fighting against demons and barbarians, so we are fully prepared. Even if we don't go, we can persist for several days. However, today is different from the past, there are more demons and barbarians, which has increased to tens of millions, and the population of the whole Chongcheng is only five million."

Fang Yun nodded to show understanding.

Different from the large and small cities in Shengyuan, the ten cities in the literary world are all super large cities, such as the largest Shu city and Chengdu, with a population of more than ten million. There are no other small cities except the ten big cities. Next, there are some villages, which are solely responsible for planting food or grazing.

Zhao Qianzhang continued: "demon barbarians are still increasing. In a few days, the number of demon barbarians outside the heavy city will exceed 50 million. This number is the largest number of demon barbarians in the history of the industry. However, according to the current situation, this number will continue to increase."

The two kept talking, and occasionally other great scholars also said a few words.

The closer the team was to the heavy city, through the faint morning light, Fang Yun clearly saw a brightly lit city in the distance, nearly 200 miles from here.

In the north of the city, huge flames continue to rise and fall outside the city. Sometimes a large area of fire and rain suddenly appears, covering a large area.

Suddenly, Fang Yun said, "stop!"

Everyone hurried to stop, and then all the great scholars looked different, because they all sensed that there was a dangerous smell in the jungle ahead of them.

Many great Confucians stole a peek at Fang Yun. Unexpectedly, he was sharper than all the great Confucians present.

"Expose your whereabouts and kill them!"

Suddenly, dozens of demon barbarians appeared in the jungle ahead, all of them were big demon kings, and each of them was equivalent to a great Confucian of the human race.

Fang Yun glanced at the big demon king flying into the sky, with a full 52 heads, which is only equivalent to six big demon kings in the five realms of Wenzong, while there are only two of his own Wenzong.

Fang Yun was upset when he saw these big demon kings, because he instinctively wanted to call out the zhensin Wentai and wanted to catch the big demon kings under the five borders first, but he found that he could not use the legalist Wentai. At present, he can only use the power of the workers.

However, the dynamic text station has no direct attack capability and belongs to a pure auxiliary text station.

Fang Yun opened his mouth and the eight pattern real dragon ancient sword flew out.

At this time, all the great scholars present patted the mechanism brocade bag around their waist and saw a light flying out into all kinds of mechanisms, but then they were stunned.

In the light of the morning light, the ancient sword of the real dragon rose like a rising sun, galloped at a speed far faster than that of any Confucian tongue sword in the industrial world, and made a harsh sound breaking the air, more than 15 sounds in an instant.