Saint of the Confucian way

Night fell.

The war outside the south of the city was silent, and the Shizu verification ceremony finally began in front of the school palace and the holy temple in the city.

The capital is full of people.

Near the holy temple, hundreds of thousands of scholars in the capital are looking forward to it. A little farther away, more than one million people in the capital are either in the Jingguo school palace or outside the school palace.

Inside and outside the school palace has become a human ocean.

Since Chen Guanhai was canonized, no one in the capital can compare with today. No one can trigger such a huge momentum, whether it is the accession of the monarch, the early success of the great Confucianism or the great victory in the north.

Fang Yun's name is as high as the sun.

Many students in Jingguo looked at Fang Yun with envy. Just by reputation, Fang Yun has surpassed the great Confucianism and become the first person under the semi Saint Chen Guanhai!

Although Zuo Xiang was in power, he gradually lost the support of the people.

Although the Empress Dowager is respected by all the people, she has no Wen position after all.

The literary appearance is upright, but he would rather bend than bend.

Although Marshal Chen Dayuan has unparalleled military skills, his Chinese name is not obvious except for the army.

The monarch is too young to respect.

Ye Hongyu looked at the sky and slowly glanced at everyone in front of the holy temple.

Hundreds of thousands of people present felt that ye Hongyu had looked at him.

Night Hongyu said slowly, "Fang Yun has a poem called Dragon sword. He can see the secret of heaven and call a new sword. He is suspected to be the ancestor of poetry. However, the ancestor of poetry is a unique skill, which can't be said in vain. He needs to be verified by the three treasures. Please divide the Dharma Sutra and stop the dispute. Don't follow the past and the present."

Ye Hongyu said and bowed to the front.

All the people present bowed together, while Yang Yuhuan bowed his head, while Ao Huang and nu learned the look of a scholar, folded his hands and bent down.

A treasure light flew out of Ye Hongyu's sleeve, carrying a long silver white starlight into the sky, and the sound shocked thousands of miles.

Holy treasure turns into a star and rises to the sky.

During the day, the stars have no light, at night, the stars rise, and the clouds are dispersed by the bright lights into the sky, which can be seen in ten countries.

Countless Terrans from all over the ten countries looked up at the direction of Jingguo capital and the stars that kept flying high.

At the moment when all the readers saw the star, they naturally saw that the star was different from the ordinary stars in the sky. In that star, there was an ancient book with the word "Dharma Sutra" written on the cover of the ancient book.

It is well known that the Dharma sutra was written by semi Saint Li Ying. It is the first complete Dharma classic of the human race.

Scholars all over the ten countries were puzzled. They didn't know what had happened. They even asked to move the original of the Sutra. Was it a shocking injustice?

Dharma Sutra when the stars rise to a certain degree, they emit a faint silver star light, covering the whole holy temple square.

Until this time, Fang Yun understood why Jiang Hechuan delayed the ceremony until night.

Let the ten countries see!

"Please the book of songs, wind, elegance, praise, think without evil!"

Like everyone else, Fang Yun bowed again.

A new star is rising in the capital of Jingguo. The book of songs is one of the six classics, compiled by Kong Sheng. It is an Asian Saint classic. It is more dazzling and brighter than the Dharma Sutra, and its brightness even exceeds the Wenqu star in the sky.

Seeing the rising of the star of the book of songs, all scholars in the ten countries understand that someone may become the ancestor of poetry!

Ten countries are boiling.

"Please 'Jinglong pen', cry Jinglong at the beginning, and then shout Jingtian!"

All the people present held their breath and stared at the holy way Wenbao belonging to the East holy king!

The third star rose into the sky, juxtaposed with the Dharma Sutra, lower than the book of songs.

Everyone can see that there is an ordinary Zhongkai Lake pen in the third star, but it is full of supreme dignity.

When Fang Yun saw this, he immediately remembered his experience at the kongcheng Mid Autumn Festival Cultural Club.

At that time, everyone was about to enter the holy ruins. Everyone didn't know that the fierce king was distracted to enter, but he couldn't hide it from the half saint. A holy pen suddenly pointed at the fierce king.

However, the huge holy pen was intercepted by an equally huge jade seal.

That giant pen is as like as two peas.

The starlight emitted by the Dharma Sutra, the book of songs and the "startling dragon pen" overlaps in front of the holy temple, but the starlight is very weak. Only people near the school palace can see it, and no one can see it clearly except the capital.

"Please write the poem" Dragon Sword poem "on the table."

"Yes."

Fang Yun promised. When he came to the desk, he saw that there were four treasures of study on it. Except for a pale gold holy page, it was not an ordinary product, and the pen, ink and inkstone were all ordinary things.

Fang Yun slowly wrote the Dragon Sword poem.

Sword, Double Dragons, snowflakes shine on Hibiscus... Men and women are not separated, and gods will meet!

After Fang Yun finished writing, the original work Baoguang, handed down Baoguang and Shizu Baoguang appeared one after another.

The first battle poem did not burn, but remained quietly on the table like ordinary paper pages.

Suddenly, the stars in the Dharma Sutra flashed suddenly, and then the stars in the Dharma Sutra projected a thick column of light downward, even in a very distant place.

This light column is incomparably dazzling, far brighter than the previous starlight.

But in the blink of an eye, the star light column fell and shone on Fang Yun.

Many people around are illuminated by the star light column, but they not only do not brighten in the light column, but appear dim. Only Fang Yun is radiant at the moment, just like the brightest star at night.

There was a lot of noise inside and outside the school palace. Everyone cheered loudly. The voice even exceeded the voice that ye Hongyu announced that the Dharma Sutra identified the poem as Fang Yun.

Not only the people in the capital cheered loudly, but also the cheers from all over the ten countries.

"It's the direction of Jingguo. It must be Fang Yun!"

"In addition to Fang Yun, I don't believe anyone in Jingguo can become the ancestor of poetry!"

"Fang Yun is a great talent."

Scholars from all over the ten countries praised it one after another, because everyone knows that even if there were handed down war poems before Fang Yun, they can be replaced, but no poetry ancestor can replace them! Any poet will lead an era! Any Shizu is a great hero of the Terran!

Many people who had enemies with Fang Yun, such as the Xun family, the Zong family and the Lei family, began to curse.

"The same trial of the three treasures is just a confirmation of the Dharma Sutra. The book of songs may not be confirmed. Even if the book of songs is confirmed, the startling dragon pen may not be confirmed!"

"Who knows what new type of poem he wrote, maybe it's just a war poem of little use."

"See who can laugh last!"

After the light column of the Dharma sutra was stable, a strange sound spread all over the Shengyuan continent again, and the stars in the book of songs shook gently, emitting a more dazzling light than the star light column of the Dharma Sutra.

The second star light column falls on Fang Yun. When the two light columns are added together, Fang Yun's temperament becomes more and more extraordinary and refined.

Then, the star light column of Jinglong pen appeared and fell on Fang Yun.

Three treasures recognized that the ancestor of poetry came into the world.

Fang Yun stands in the area where the three star pillars overlap. His clothes are bulging and his black hair is shaking, just like a saint. He looks at the void and wanders in all directions.

Billions of people cheered.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound on the holy page in front of Fang Yun, which seemed to be a combination of sword singing and dragon chanting.

But for a moment, every creature in Shengyuan continent, whether human or demon, whether birds or fish, whether trees or insects and animals, heard this strange sound.

Then, every intelligent creature firmly remembered the poem.

"Shizu taught me!" countless people muttered to themselves.

Scholars at or above the level of Jinshi can use this poem now. Once they become Jinshi, they don't have to go to the holy temple to worship, but they can use it immediately.

Those who have been taught by the master of poetry are more than ten times more likely to practice this poem and improve the realm of this poem than those who have not!

In the near future, many people will master the Dragon Sword poetry of the second and even the third realms.

At the same time, everyone knows that Fang Yun is the ancestor of poetry.

"Xie Fangshi!"

Countless scholars bowed and bowed in the direction of Fang Yun.

"Shizu has been a teacher for a long time." an old Ju man stood in the crowd, looking at Fang Yun and muttering to himself.

JiZhai.

With a snap, the holder of a hard brush broke.

Ji Zhibai, the No. 1 scholar in the imperial examination of Jingguo this year, held a broken pen holder, bit his teeth and said slowly, "there are thousands of holy ways and thousands of poems. Don't learn Fangyun's poems! My mentor will never have Fangyun!"

Ji Zhibai finished, and a trace of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He forgot all the contents of the Dragon Sword poem. Then, his courage suddenly faded.

Ji Zhibai once honed his courage with the humble chamber inscription.

Zuo Xiangfu.

Zuo XiangLiu wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly.

"After autumn, locusts, time is running out!"

At the same time, many people give up learning this "Dragon Sword poem", do not worship Fang Yun, break their own way, and always avoid being "Tianxing Shidao" by Fang Yun.

Demon world, holy trees.

There was a dead silence.

"Whoever first promised to fight Fang Yun, please punish yourself! Whoever plays, please punish Fang Yun with the moon tree god in advance, and you will be rewarded!"

"What should the tributaries of the Taikoo Star River do?"

"Hum, he can't use it until he has completed 16 handed down war poems. What's more, if he wants to use the ancient star river, he must cooperate with other gods, and most of the other gods are only enjoyed by the saints of the demon family. How can he get it! Even if he gets those gods, he is likely to be lost in the ancient star river, unless he can make great achievements in spring and autumn."

"I hope the demon and man are safe."

Thousands of miles away from the capital, Changhong returned, the spring rain dissipated, and soon everything returned to its original appearance.

Jiang Hechuan glanced at the three huge holy treasure stars and said with a smile: "everything has just happened. It's just a joke. Since you don't want to be blocked, we'll follow up and accompany you. It's an apology."

Zong Wenxiong looked at Jiang Hechuan and said slowly, "I didn't think you could do this for Fang Yun. However, today's business is not over, it's just the beginning! Jiang Hechuan, I'll see you in the heaven prison of the holy yard!"

Jingguo school palace, in front of the holy temple.

Fang Yun's mood fluctuates. Now that the Shizu ceremony is completed, as long as his statue is sent to the virtual Holy Garden, he is the real Shizu. The problem is that the moon tree punishment is about to start.

Fang Yun gently shook his head. The punishment of the moon tree god is too important to say casually. He can only bear it silently.

The three stars landed and finally all entered the river shell of the great Confucian night Hongyu.