Saint of the Confucian way

In the bright moon building in xunxian County, not everyone admits their mistakes. Some people hold their heads high and have only anger but no panic in their eyes.

These people are from the Xun family, including two Hanlin, seven Jinshi and more than 20 Ju people.

"Worthless! A mere Fang Yun and Providence recite the text, which frightens you like this!"

The Han Lin, who first admitted his mistake, said, "we are not the Xun family and cannot be sheltered by the second sage. Naturally, we can only be so. Even if you Xun family, not everyone can be sheltered by Xun Sheng."

The Hanlin said and left quickly.

"Nonsense! Xunzu's power is all over Xunxian county. Half saints are unable to fly here. How can we harm the xunzu family by reciting the text of the will of heaven?" said the imperial Lin of the xunzu family.

Those scholars of the Xun family blinked, while those of the Xun family showed panic.

"Uncle Liu, this has never happened in the Xun family. Xun Zu will protect you, but can you protect us?"

Uncle Xun said in a deep voice: "in those days, a vengeful big demon king, carrying the dripping blood incarnation of the demon saint, wanted to rush into our Xun county to kill people. He was killed without even entering the city gate! If Fang Yun's article was cited by five or even six rainbow, the power of reciting the text was very strong that day, and the power of Xun Zu might not protect you, but the only three rainbow was cited by our Xun family!"

"What the sixth uncle said was right!" the Xuns said it one after another.

Ji Mengxian said in a aside: "reciting the text by the will of heaven is not a situation that must be killed, let alone die if it is not as good as people. As long as you understand the meaning, you can read the full text without punishment! I admit that Ji Mengxian still can't write the holy pen rating text, but I don't believe I can't even read the articles cited by others!"

"Brother Ji is a great talent. He deserves to be the top student in senior high school last year. In fact, Sanhong receives articles at different levels. It's rare to live with others, not necessarily with you."

"I will never bow my head!"

"We must fight Fang Yun to the end, otherwise he thought there was no one in our country!" a Jinshi said, but found that he had made a slip of tongue. His Jinshi actually used "struggle" against the whole family, which really destroyed his prestige.

A young Xun family snorted coldly and said, "Fang Yun, a fool, thinks that with a holy pen rating, you can do whatever you want. It's really a frog in a well! Those semi holy families may have to sacrifice the saint in person to gain strength, but we are a sub holy family. We have a thick background, which is far from what Fang Yun's upstart can imagine!"

"Well, don't say a word. You are more like a nouveau riche than Fang Yun!" Uncle Xun stared at his nephew. As a scholar, although he doesn't like Fang Yun, he doesn't want to see his children so arrogant.

With that, uncle Xun looked out of the window and a touch of regret flashed in his eyes. He didn't want to host the cultural meeting to attack Fang Yun, but in order to get the attention of the elders of the Xun family, he had to fight in person and even gave up his old face to attack Fang Yun. Who would have thought that this would be the result? After today, the literary names of xunjia and Qingguo will be reduced by at least 10%, which is more serious than the literary pressure on a state.

Suddenly, uncle Xun was cold all over. Then he felt a familiar and warm force enveloping him and dispelling the cold.

Uncle Xun quickly glanced at the crowd and saw the young man who had just scolded Fang Yun for being a fool shouted, "Uncle six, help..." then he shut his mouth and his eyes were dull and motionless.

"Not good!" exclaimed uncle Xun.

The Imperial Academy of the Xun family and the six Jinshi were shrouded in a faint white light, but the other people who didn't admit their mistakes were not so lucky. They saw that most of the Xun family's people fell into stagnation, and a Jinshi was even the same as these people.

Not only the Xun family, but also some lucky people did not admit their mistakes and fell into stagnation, including Ji Mengxian, the No. 1 scholar of Qingguo last year.

Dozens of people kept spitting blood, and the ground was stained red with a lot of blood.

"Fang Yun!" sixth uncle Xun shouted sadly, and his eyes were about to crack.

A scholar of Xunzi family suddenly burst into tears, knelt down in the direction of Xunzi temple and shouted, "xunzu! Have you given up my Xunzi children? Please help xunzu! I am willing to give up my Wendan palace and protect the other Xunzi children."

An amazing scene happened. The white light on the scholar of the Xun family dissipated. However, those who fell into the recitation of heaven's will remained unchanged and were still spitting blood.

Subsequently, the Xun Jinshi fell into the reading of heaven's will and soon began to vomit blood.

All sober people are afraid!

Here is Xunzi County, the fief of Xunzi family. Not far away is Xunzi's temple and Xunzi's former residence. Inside is the literary world transformed by Xunzi's holy meteorite. But here, the power left by Xunzi even gives up the descendants of his master's family!

With a long sigh, uncle Xun looked at the Jinshi and said, "you're confused! It's right to save your relatives and friends, but it's also necessary to divide the time! Since the Xun family is wrong, they should be punished. The strength of Xun Zu's protection depends on our blood relatives, but you just don't know what's good or bad. If you make a mistake again and again, will Xun Zu continue to protect you?"

Sixth uncle Xun walked out of his mind and wiped his tearful face with his long sleeve.

Those sober people were too frightened to move. In the bustling Mingyue building, more than 40 people stood blankly and spit blood constantly, bloody and strange.

"Bang..."

A man's head suddenly heard a loud explosion. The man opened his mouth and ejected a large mouthful of blood. Then two eyeballs flew out. The blood sprayed from his eyes and fell to the ground without breathing.

The waiter and waitress in Mingyue building were at a loss. Several timid waitresses rolled their eyes and fainted.

People were even more frightened. Unexpectedly, this man was unlucky. Wendan and Wengong exploded completely.

Then, the clear and crisp sound of breaking Wen Dan and the dull sound of cracking Wen Gong rang out one after another. When I heard it outside the Mingyue building, I thought the people inside were setting off firecrackers.

The literati palace of more than 40 people is broken or cracked.

"Don't provoke Fang Yun in the future!" everyone present thought the same.

One man after another fell.

"You see, Ji Mengxian is different from others!" one person whispered.

Everyone looked at the champion of Qingguo last year. There was no blood under his feet!

"If he survives the God's will to recite the text, it proves that some people in our country are not defeated by Fang Yun!" a dejected man got excited just now.

"Yes! Brother Ji, you are the only hope of our country. Hold on! Hold on! If you lose, our country's cultural name will be counterpressed by Fang Yun! You can let him press a state, not a country!"

"Dream first, hold on!"

Suddenly, a man sang loudly: "don't you say no clothes, wear the same robe with your son! Wang Xingyu, master, repair my spear! Take revenge with your son! Don't you say no clothes..."

The people sang the ancient poems in the book of songs one after another, which is also the war poetry of every scholar.

In the bright moon building, more than 300 people sang in unison, just like soldiers on the March, sad, sad, but majestic!

"Don't you say no clothes..."

They chanted war poems over and over again, hoping that Ji Mengxian could fight against the demon like horror of Jingguo.

"Wow..."

Ji Mengxian suddenly vomited a big mouthful of blood.

The sound stopped suddenly.

"There is still hope! His courage is still there!"

"The dream is invincible first, we don't stop! Please sing together to strengthen the power of our country and resist the strong enemy!"

"Don't you say no clothes..."

Everyone sang loudly together, not only those literati, but also the waiter, maid, cook and so on.

"Poof..."

Ji Mengxian vomited blood again and vomited twice.

The voice faded.

"Go on! The dream is invincible first! Don't you say no clothes..." a man sang loudly with a crying voice.

Hundreds of people with red eyes continued to sing and sing.

Suddenly, Ji Mengxian opened his eyes, roared with all his strength, and all the veins on his neck were exposed.

"I... have a great sin! Have a great sin! Heaven punishes me, it's not Fang's fault!"

Ji Meng finished first, vomited blood and fell back.

Before the back of his head touched the ground, a voice louder than everyone's broken courage sounded.

"Click!"

Ji Mengxian fell heavily to the ground and was unconscious.

Qingguo people looked at Ji Mengxian and fell into deep despair.

"I can plead guilty, but Qingguo can't be humiliated! I'm going to kill Fang Yun! Kill Fang Yun!" a person who confessed his mistake rushed out crazily, but his head exploded before he ran out of the gate.

Holy pen rating, no doubt, wrong again and again, the crime can not be forgiven!

After a short silence, there was a gentle cry. At first, it was very slight, but it became bigger and bigger, more and more.

"Qingguo, it's over! It's over! It's over! Sobbing..." a 17-year-old scholar squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

The champion of one country was forced to plead guilty and bow his head by the whole people of another country, and even threw himself into the ground. There is no suspense about the title.

"An imperial examination broke the golden dream of China's celebration; overnight, it was like another generation." a Jinshi looked at the bloody Mingyue building and stumbled outward.

The people looked at here in confusion. The Jinshi was right. Everything yesterday was like a dream, and all the previous decades were like a dream. At this moment, they woke up.

"That's enough! That's enough! No more fighting! Tomorrow I'll go to guard the border. Fertile soil keeps people from refining their courage..." a Jinshi tore a corner of his robe, threw it away and left the Mingyue tower.

"No wonder Shijun is clearly from Qingguo, but he went to Liangjie mountain because of Fang Yun after the Mid Autumn Festival cultural meeting. Don't fight with Fang Yun, but he will stay in love this time and won't be soft in the future... Qingguo, after all, is wrong these years..." a Hanlin suddenly took off his literary crown, took off his bun and left.

The literati present were even more sad. Although the Hanlin didn't say it directly, its potential meaning was that Zongsheng and zajia's holy way was wrong. Qingguo targeted Jingguo for decades, but finally pushed Jingguo out of such a figure and almost overturned Qingguo on his own.

If Qingguo does not suppress Jingguo, will Jingguo be more prosperous? Will you go straight into the grassland to wipe out the barbarians?

No one spoke and was silent.

Jingguo, State Academy of Arts.

Chen Zhiyuan left, but the 99 people on the list joined Ge zhoumu into the State Academy of literature. They changed into official black mountain clothes and wore literati swords. After worshipping the holy temple and saints again, they gained talent from heaven.

Tomorrow, we will go to the book mountain.