Saint of the Confucian way

The mountain of books was full of vitality. Fang Yun sat in the mountain, closed his eyes and recited many holy classics such as the Analects of Confucius, Shangshu, Mencius and Xunzi. His voice was low, but his words were strong and powerful.

Not long ago, Fang Yun found that his voice had an unprecedented sense of vicissitudes.

Fang Yun stopped reading. No matter how he recalled, he couldn't remember what happened to the seventh mountain, but he always felt empty regret when he thought of the seventh mountain.

Vaguely, Fang Yun understood that if he didn't lose some, he would never get the best, and the seventh mountain seemed to let himself experience loss.

Two hours later, Fang Yun only felt the vibration of heaven and earth. He blinked and found himself back in the holy temple.

"Hiss..."

"Er..."

More than half of the ninety-nine people in the holy temple showed a look of pain. Some people were unconscious. Only a dozen people's eyes gradually changed from confusion to soberness.

Fang Yun quickly closed his eyes, then opened them again, pretended to be confused, and was puzzled.

Old man Shushan has said that he can't remember everything in Shushan, but he still remembers clearly.

Fang Yun lowered his head and looked at his right hand. He saw a thin scar across the palm of his hand, with a faint red, like a new palmprint.

Fang Yun immediately saw the scene of Yan Chixia's tragic death. A group of anger appeared in his eyes and quickly dissipated, clenching his fist.

"Are you all awake?" a man asked.

Fang Yun slowly released his hand and said with a smile, "wake up, how many mountains have you passed?"

"Alas, I only go to the two mountains and three pavilions. It's a shame to think that others can go to the three mountains if they are scholars. I can only come here."

"I can still lose in three mountains and two pavilions."

"Even if we are a whole family, it is very difficult to get Wenxin after passing through three mountains and three pavilions. However, with the experience of this Shushan, if we win the entrance examination, we will have a better chance of getting Wenxin after entering the sea of learning."

"Lord Wenhou, which mountain have you reached?" a man asked, and the others looked forward to Fang Yun.

"The sixth mountain." Fang Yun was a little embarrassed, but with the "duplicity" Wen Xin, he lied and opened his mouth. His expression was not stiff.

"It's worthy of being Fang Zhenguo! Even Yan Yukong can't do it! You must be the first person to raise people!"

People praised him one after another.

While the people were talking, Fang Yun drank Jiangbei.

It was found that Nie Xiaoqian's urn was missing, but there were three more things.

A small pile of purple dried wood is dozens of times more precious than Jiaowang Longjiao.

Half moon lotus, which is a sacred thing that even half Saint wants to get, can prolong his life by at least 30 years.

The third is a green leaf. The vein of the leaf is pure silver, which is very beautiful. Fang Yun guessed that this should be the key to enter the sky tree. However, since it can be entered by raising people, it is better to enter when it is close to breaking through the Jinshi. Let it go for a while first.

The gate of the holy temple opened slowly, and the people left laughing and joking. There were a large number of officials standing outside the door, many of whom had been famous for many years, but they looked at them with envy, because most of the officials had never been to the book mountain.

Fang Yun looked at the sky and it was already afternoon.

After walking out of the temple, Fang Yun immediately received many missionaries, including the missionary of Wen Xiang, saying that he would pick him up to the capital immediately when the Shushan mountain was over.

Fang Yun just wanted to reply, but saw a Jiao carriage flying from the horizon. Fang Yun thought that Jiang Hechuan's realm was no less than that of Wenzong. Even if he didn't know when Shushan would end, he could feel the approximate time and return in advance.

Everyone bent down to welcome Wen Xiang's car.

Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan had silver hair scattered behind him. His eyebrows were white and he smiled genially. He said, "I don't say much. In case of long dreams at night, I'll take Fang back to the capital immediately. But I'd like to ask, where did Fang Yun get to Shushan?"

"The sixth mountain." Fang Yun added "there is also the seventh mountain".

"Good!" the crowd praised in unison.

"Although Wenxin can only be obtained through the sixth mountain, it is extraordinary. If Fang Yun becomes the head of the ten countries, he will certainly get that 'duplicity'."

Fang Yun lowered his head slightly. He was modest in the eyes of others, but he was helpless because he couldn't tell the truth.

Ge zhoumu said, "Mr. Wen Xiang, Fang Yun must be sheltered by the school temple?"

"That's natural. I've made an agreement with the Empress Dowager before coming. The holy temple treats Fang Yun like the prince. Are you Jiangzhou officials at ease?" Wen Xiang smiled.

The people were overjoyed. Magistrate Sun said, "since Fang Yun is like a prince, as long as it is within the scope of the capital, even the big demon king doesn't want to hurt Fang Yun."

"Fang Yun, what are you prepared for?" Jiang Hechuan asked.

Fang Yun said, "excuse me, sir, can you go to Yuhai city to pick up sister Yuhuan and go to the capital?"

"Then I'll take you to Yuhai City, and then I'll take you and your family to the capital with a flying leaf empty boat. You don't know well in the capital, and you really need people close to you. As for others, the Empress Dowager will help you choose in case the curfew gets involved." Jiang Hechuan said.

Fang Yunxin said that the Wen Xiang was magnanimous. Today, he really deserved his name. This kind of thing is obviously not suitable for public speaking, but Wen Xiang doesn't care at all. Such people must go farther than Zuo Xiang in the holy way, but they must be inferior to Zuo Xiang in the temple.

"Thank you," Fang Yun said.

Jiang Hechuan nodded slightly to the crowd, took Fang Yun to the green clouds and quickly flew to Yuhai city.

Flying into the air, Wen Xiang looked at the sky with his hands on his back and said, "how many mountains have you passed?"

Fang Yun coughed softly and said, "you are as bright as a torch. I have passed the seventh mountain."

"OK!" Wen Xiang's voice suddenly increased, and his hands behind him clenched and loosened slowly.

"Lucky."

"Don't say that. When you get to the capital, you will live in the house within the school palace. Jingguo school palace is a city in the city, larger than some counties. You are very safe in it."

"Students write it down."

"After tomorrow, you will become the Shangshe disciple of Jingguo school palace."

Fang Yun was stunned and said, "the upper house is the inner house, and the lower house is the outer house?"

"Nature."

Fang Yun clearly remembers that during the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi created the three house method, which divided the students of Imperial College from low to high into outer house, inner house and upper house. Unexpectedly, there are similar classifications here.

"Jingguo school palace gathers students from the capital, other state capitals and even foreign countries. The lowest level of education is Ju Ren. There are even some Jinshi who strive to enter the holy Academy. When you get there, you can make great plans."

"Students understand."

Not long after, they flew over Yuhai city and Fang Yun pointed the way. Jiang Hechuan controlled Baiyun to fall on Fang's house. Later, they used the flying leaf empty boat to carry Yang Yuhuan, Mrs. Jiang and Fang Daniu, as well as the little fox and the little meteor.

Flying leaves and empty boats were flying all the way, and Fang Yun didn't waste time. He kept asking Wen Xiang for some knowledge of Scripture and holy way.

When the sun was about to set, feiye empty boat came outside the capital.

Fang Yun has seen the tidiness of Yuhai city and the vastness of Kong City from high altitude. The style of the capital is slightly different, just like a fully armed fortress.

The flying leaf empty boat descended slowly and landed in a yard of the school palace.

Jiang Hechuan ordered some things and left. The female official appointed by the Empress Dowager was responsible for the placement of Fang Yun's family.

After a while, Zhao Hongzhuang sent a letter.