Saint of the Confucian way

The white fog invaded Xun Li's gall bladder, and the surface of the original glittering and translucent gall bladder became gray, like dust falling on it.

Xun Li's hand shook slightly and his brush swept. There was a problem with the word "Yu" he was writing. He had to cross out the word and continue to write later.

"Some tired, we must stick to it!" Xun Li had no time to consider other issues and continued to write hard.

After answering this question, Xun Li picked up his pen and saw that the pages were like green leaves welcoming autumn, suddenly withered and yellow, and then flew to the back.

Xunli scolded secretly in his heart. There is a trap in this question, but with his own ability, he should not fail to see it. It must be because he was too anxious.

Xun Li took a deep breath and stabilized his mind. He was about to continue answering questions. His mind moved and looked at Fang Yun.

As far as Fang Yun's writing is concerned, his speed has only slowed down by less than 10% from the beginning, which shows that Fang Yun has no problems in his courage, talent or mind.

There was still no yellow paper behind Fang Yun. The thick test paper in front was like a silver mountain, higher and brighter than everyone's.

Xun Li was annoyed. Even if Fang Yun wrote hard, he couldn't finish the two people's test questions, up to one and a half, but who could have expected that he had one heart and two uses. That was the supreme literary heart. It had unimaginable effects both in daily study and literary war.

Later, Xun Li's remorse became more serious. When designing to intoxicate Yan zewei, others proposed to let the drunken Yan zewei participate at the last moment and stay on the front line, so as not to make Jingguo's chips too low. However, he asked the other party's luck and Jingguo to kill them all, and completely refused to let Yan zewei participate in the competition. As a result, he was self defeating.

Xunli scolded Fang Yun and continued to answer the questions, but he didn't find that his thinking speed and answer speed began to slow down.

Lei Shisan as like as two peas sitting on Jia Guo seat was just like the Xun left.

The courage is covered with dust.

As time passed, Fang Yun lifted his left hand, put down his brush, and the last page of the test paper on the left desk flew forward.

Fang Yun held the pen in his right hand and continued to answer the questions. There are still two papers left on this table.

Before long, Fang Yun finished answering the last two papers.

Two thousand silver light test papers are suspended in front, emitting far more dazzling light than before.

Suddenly, two thousand papers burst out a strong silver light, swept the whole hall of literature in an instant, and then returned to normal.

"Who answered?"

One exclaimed, everyone looked up and a voice sounded in the sky.

"Fang Yun, a student of Jingguo, has answered 2000 questions without any mistakes and omissions, and has won 20 chips. The whole family is diligent and diligent. After the Jinshi examination, he can enter the Academy of classics and choose a great Confucian true text to listen to the Tao and read carefully."

Dozens of people inhaled back together and twice. Ordinary great Confucianism can only write two or three true essays in his life, while Wenzong can write four or five, and Bansheng can only write about ten in the period of great Confucianism. At present, the person who writes the most true essays of great Confucianism is the miscellaneous semi Shengzong moju, with a full 14.

It is hard to imagine the value of great Confucianism and true literature, and "intensive reading" and "reading" are also different.

Reading can only look at the words of the great Confucian true text and understand it by yourself, but listening to Taoism and intensive reading is to fall in love with the great Confucian true text, listen to the power of the great Confucian in it and explain the true text in person.

Each great Confucian true text can only have three opportunities to listen to Taoism and intensive reading at most. Once it is used up three times, the original ideas in the great Confucian true text dissipate and turn into an ordinary great Confucian true text with empty power but no true meaning.

In the battle with demons and barbarians, it will consume great Confucianism and real literature, and the descendants of great Confucianism will try their best to get the opportunity to listen to Taoism and intensive reading. They will use it less once, so there are not many great Confucianism and real literature that can listen to Taoism.

Even the master disciples of the semi holy aristocratic family can't listen to the Tao and read carefully. Only those who are gifted or contribute to the family have the opportunity.

The students present looked different.

Fang Yun's enemies were unhappy and even faintly afraid. Fang Yun's general trend had been formed. Every time he became famous and meritorious, he would certainly get great benefits. Once he became a Jinshi, he would soar to the sky, and people of his age would be far behind him, and would be far behind him.

Others nodded and smiled, and there were cheers and Thunders of joy in front of the light curtain of the literary academies around the ten countries.

Some people finally understand that Fang Yun has been fully recognized by hundreds of millions of people, and there is no way to crack down on literary names, plant blame and create rumors.

No one in Qingguo refuted, so they could only continue to answer the questions silently.

Suddenly, Cui Wang said, "look, there are not many silver papers in front of Lei thirteen."

The crowd looked and found that Cui Wang was right.

"It seems that another scholar is covered with dust." a Yue nationality man who is not good with the Lei family sneers.

Lei was stunned and hurried into the Wen palace. Then there was a crack of courage in his head.

Many people shook their heads and continued to answer the questions.

"Now their writing is cracked. Once Jingguo wins the final victory, their writing will surely be crushed." one sighed.