Saint of the Confucian way

Like everyone else, Lei Yuanting looked up at the orange talent light column and looked at Fang Yun on the ground.

"The orange light of the holy temple of the school palace is shining into the sky. This is the sign that someone in junior high school passed the seventh Pavilion for the first time. All the students left except Fang Yun. Did Fang Yun pass the seventh pavilion?"

"I've never heard that someone will faint after passing through the seventh Pavilion!"

"Does anyone else secretly enter Lingyan Pavilion and first pass the seventh pavilion?"

"Impossible!"

Lei Yuanting stood in the distance, no longer daring to make a final decision. He stared nervously at Fang Yun and occasionally looked at the talent over the holy temple.

"Boom..."

People were talking about it. Suddenly, a similar orange light came from the sky and made a loud noise. It soon integrated into the talent orange light of Jingguo school palace.

"That's... no! There are twelve Lingyan pavilions in the Confucius School palace and the holy courtyard of the ten countries. For hundreds of years, most of the talents of other countries have gathered in the holy courtyard. When a few people, such as the dragon of the Kong family, Tao Sheng and Cao Zhi first learned about Lingyan pavilions, they gathered in their place."

"Now there is only one orange talent, which is different from the twelve talents in the legend. Is it an accident?"

"Wait."

Although many people don't believe it on the surface, their eyes are full of expectations. They just worry about Lei Yuanting and others. They are not so sure as at the beginning. After all, Fang Yun is still unconscious.

"Go, lift Fang Yun first!" Qiao juze said, taking people to trot all the way on the blue stone slab. When he ran to Fang Yun, he wanted to hold Fang Yun, but his hand was blocked by invisible power as soon as he reached a foot away.

"Boom..."

"Again, the second orange talent! It's from the direction of Wu state!"

When they looked up at the sky again, they saw that the second orange talent came from the West. The orange talent was hundreds of feet thick, but it was not particularly huge in the high place of the sky.

The crowd continued to look at the sky. In the distance, many orange light columns flew over at a very fast speed.

The orange talent light column of Jingguo school palace still rushes to the sky.

Soon, the whole eleven orange talent light columns rushed into the light column of Jingguo school palace, which was spectacular.

The talent column of Jingguo school palace was originally thinner than most, and the thickness was originally ranked 11th, but now it is getting thicker and thicker, and finally ranked sixth.

Subsequently, ten bust paintings of characters appeared on the front of the attic of Lingyan Pavilion. These ten paintings are the old ten sons of Lingyan Pavilion. Yan Yukong ranked tenth, Yi Zhishi ranked ninth, Han Xin ranked eighth, Cao Zhi ranked fifth, and the other six are semi saints who have been canonized for hundreds of years, including Wang Jinglong and others.

Ten paintings were suspended in mid air, and then Yan Yukong and Yi Zhishi exchanged positions. Yan Yukong successfully entered the ninth.

Fang Yun's bust appeared in the eleventh place.

However, in the blink of an eye, Fang Yun's portrait exchanged places with Yi Zhishi, who ranked 10th.

The portrait of Yi Zhishi disappeared.

Then, Fang Yun's portrait kept exchanging positions with the portrait in front, moving forward step by step, and finally came to the first position.

Below the portrait of Fang Yun, there are seven lines of characters.

Shoot ten chips.

Royal Horse ten chips.

Etiquette ten chips.

Bounce ten chips.

Move mountains and raise ten chips.

Ink sword ten chips.

Color poetry ten chips.

Everyone's eyes almost stared out and screamed.

"Seven pavilions full of chips!"

"The first in a thousand years!"

"Unparalleled in the world!"

"Alone forever!"

Before everyone exclaimed, the sky suddenly darkened, changed day and night, the sun disappeared, the stars hung all over the sky, and the brightest Wenqu star glittered.

The twelve talent pillars radiate a faint light, which is particularly eye-catching in the night sky.

"It's amazing! Fang Yun's talent has caused changes in the sky! My God!"

Suddenly, the stars of Wenqu rose sharply, ten times brighter than usual.

Then, the night disappeared, the big day came again, the twelve talent pillars dissipated at the same time, and the Lingyan Pavilion slowly integrated into the white clouds, and finally disappeared.

Daofeng mountain, holy courtyard, temples.

"I haven't seen Fang Yun's painting techniques, calligraphy strokes, piano fingering, etc., but I'm ignorant?"

"I haven't seen it."

The third old man shook his head gently.

"Maybe it's necessary for us to go to Wudao river."

The temples are quiet.

Jingguo school palace and Lingyan Pavilion disappeared, the square in front of the holy temple was restored to its former breadth, and tens of thousands of students were still immersed in shock or ecstasy.

Lei Yuanting hid his face and left quickly, but no one had laid a stone on him.

In front of Fang Yun, who is full of chips in the seven pavilions, Lei Yuanting is no different from an insect.

"Talents gather in the scenery, and the scenery country wins!" an old man suddenly yelled.

"Jingguo wins!" tens of thousands of students roared in unison.

The voices of tens of thousands of people were like a mountain collapse.

Fang Yun gently moved his fingers and slowly opened his eyes. He vaguely saw that the Jingguo students in front of him were in a frenzy. The scene was almost out of control, and there were continuous cheers in his ears.

"Jingguo Wansheng! Jingguo Wansheng!"

Fang Yun is confused. What's the situation?

Fang Yun narrowed his eyes into a slit and secretly looked around.

"What are tens of thousands of people doing around me? Why did they call Jingguo Wansheng? What happened? I lay on the ground and no one cared! This scene is too strange. Did Jingguo win the war?"

Qiao juze whispered, "brother Fang, are you awake?"

Fang Yun slowly opened his eyes like a person who just woke up.

"What's the matter?" Fang Yun sat up slowly, and two Jinshi on one side rushed over and helped Fang Yun up.

Fang Yun found that everyone's eyes were full of joy, admiration and gratitude.

Qiao juze arched his hand and said, "Congratulations, marquis Fang Wenhou. Once he enters Lingyan Pavilion, he can pass through seven pavilions at one time, become ten sons at one step, and get full chips in one day!"

"Lucky." Fang Yun smiled back.

"Go, go, celebrate for you today!" said Qiao juze, coming over to go with Fang Yun.

Fang Yun whispered, "brother Qiao, to tell you the truth, what happened during my coma?"

Qiao juze was stunned and said: "After you came out of Lingyan Pavilion, the talent of the human race changed, and some talents of the Ten Kingdoms, Kong City and holy courtyard were injected into the holy temple of Jingguo. This is the first time that Jingguo has been officially infused with talent since Chen Sheng was canonized. Since then, students everywhere in Jingguo will be affected. For example, after the imperial examination, they will get a little more talent than before. Even if there is not much talent, But it also has a great influence on hundreds of millions of Jingguo people. "

Fang Yunxi said, "talent gathering? I see. No wonder they are so happy. I would cheer if it was me. Not only do they have a lot of talent after the imperial examination, but they usually have a subtle effect on all scholars in our country. How many talent columns do we have now?"

"The holy courtyard and Confucius house are still the first and second, and the sixth in our country." Qiao juze said.

"Sixth? This means that if we give our country thirty or fifty years, the talents of the four states are likely to be equivalent to the talents of the five states of other countries!" Fang Yun said.

"That's true. It's hard to say how much you have done this time. I'm afraid you'll have to wait until you become a scholar, otherwise... You can only be granted the king now. There are too few different kings." Qiao juze said.

People nearby nodded.

"Yes, there is no reward this time. If it was in the spring and Autumn period and the Warring States period, it would be doubted because of its great achievements. But now, the Fangyun will be much more stable."

Fang Yun understood that in the future, unless he committed a major crime, no one in Jingguo would accuse him in public, not even Zuo Xiang.

"From then on, the scholars in Jingguo will stand beside Fang Yun, and so will their parents!"

"Although students from the other nine countries will have criticism, what does it have to do with us? As long as the people of Jingguo support Fang Wenhou, it's enough!"

"Yes!"

As they talked, they walked out and saw several Jinshi coming in a hurry in front of Fang Yun.

Fang Qi is calm and calm.

These Jinshi are from Kang society and have a close relationship with King Kang's residence. People around Fang Yun wanted to stop them, but they stopped halfway because the Jinshi of these four Kang societies looked ashamed.

The four of them held their fists together and bowed to the end. Then one of them said with shame: "We can't be honest and aboveboard in working for King Kang's residence, but we can't say it's very wrong. Even if you are a state of culture, it's not impossible. Today is different. We haven't even given you a grain of rice, but we, our relatives, friends and even future generations have been blessed by you because of this talent gathering. If we disrespect you again, it's like an animal! We voluntarily leave Kang's society, and since then In the future, never speak ill of each other again! "

The four people bowed and apologized again. They didn't dare to look at Fang Yun and left in a hurry with their heads down.

The Jinshi tried his best to urge his tongue to burst into spring thunder. His voice had spread to Jingguo school palace and the urban area outside the school palace.

The legitimate students of King Kang's residence panicked. Their family has been attached to King Kang's residence for many years. It can be said that they have enjoyed both prosperity and loss, and they are unable to leave at all. But if they do not leave King Kang's residence, they will get so many benefits from Fang Yun for nothing, and their courage will be covered by dust. In the future, the progress of their position will be slow.

These lineal students are thinking that those Kang Society students who have no deep relationship with King Kang's house have come to Fang Yun.

"Ji Tingyu, a student from Mizhou, left the Kang society! Fang Yun's virtue and achievements cover the king country. He is almost a great Confucian. If he lives in the Kang society and is an enemy, pigs and dogs are better than him!"

"Hong Yuan, a Jinshi from Dongyun Prefecture, left the Kang society. If he continues to help Zhou to be evil, his courage will not be guaranteed. I hope you will forgive me!"

"Pang Shoude, a student from Yanzhou, left the Kang society and hoped that the king Kang's mansion would show mercy to protect my family."

Hearing the word "Yanzhou", all the pupils of kangshe shrank, and even Fang Yun showed curiosity and looked at the man carefully.

King Kang's fief was in Yanzhou. He was the local emperor of Yanzhou, and his influence in many parts of Yanzhou even exceeded that of the imperial court.

People in Yanzhou turned out of the Kang society and the Kang palace, which is extremely fatal to the reputation of the Kang palace.

Many students of Kang Society stared at Pang Shoude. Soon, they went to Fang Yun in large numbers, admitted their mistakes to Fang Yun and withdrew from Kang society.

A moment later, the Kang society had fewer than 70 members and fell directly from the first-class society to the fourth rate.

Fang Yun suddenly looked at the direction of Zhongshe, where the voice of spring thunder came from.

"Fang Yun, you must die... Cough..."

This is the voice of Xiao Guogong, the son of King Kang.