Saint of the Confucian way

Strange lights came from a distance, with different colors, at least a hundred miles long, and fell one after another in the temples.

After that, six shorter divine lights flew into the temples.

The head of Yasheng aristocratic family has the right to attend the holy discussion.

Holy counsel is open, and all living beings retreat.

In addition to the saints, everyone put down their affairs at the first time and walked quickly outside the holy courtyard.

The door of the punishment hall suddenly opened, and the nine purple robed scholars also left in a hurry.

"Dong... That's crazy. He opened a 'holy meeting' for the sake of Fang Yun! Unless there is a big change and the saints agree, each semi saint can hold a 'holy meeting' every 20 years and force a discussion result on a topic!"

"For a dying Jinshi, is it worth it?"

"Alas, that's why the saints recognized Lord Dongsheng. Lord Dongsheng held a holy meeting at this time. First, he forced me to come out and vote on poetry to atone for the sin; second, he asked the saints to save Fang Yun; third, he was afraid to thank Fang Yun with the holy meeting and see him off with the holy meeting. After all, Fang Yun was a virtual saint of poetry ancestors, which increased the overall strength of our human race by at least 10%. Ordinary semi saints may not be able to do so ！”

There were long sighs.

"However, our discussions have not been successful. It is reasonable to say that we can't vote poetry to plead guilty."

"As long as the temples order, we can vote poetry to atone for our sins. Since Lord Dongsheng has held a holy discussion, he will certainly give in."

"Or..."

The nine great Confucians suddenly shut up, because everyone realized that the greatest possibility was that what Zongsheng did was to deliberately force Dongsheng to open the right of holy deliberation and cut off Dongsheng's right of holy deliberation in the next 20 years.

Several great Confucians shook their heads. The semi saints calculated too deeply. They didn't know what they calculated until the last moment. Especially when they are external, they often suffer losses for the demons and saints. In fact, a hundred years before the end of the Millennium non war treaty, the two races have been fighting secretly. The saints of the Terran have only suffered a small loss, but most of the demons have fallen.

"What should I do this time to plead guilty?"

"As long as the temple orders, I naturally agree that it is not an empty saint, but he should be qualified to plead guilty in poetry."

"It should be."

The nine great Confucians almost immediately reached a conclusion.

When everyone left the holy courtyard and looked up within a thousand miles, they saw that the sky over the inverted peak mountain seemed to fall into a strange world.

The sky above the holy courtyard was clear one moment, thunder everywhere the next, and then there was a violent storm, with Aurora like a curtain, meteors scattered everywhere, flowers in the void, and day and night rotation

All the scenes that Terrans can see are repeated over the holy courtyard, and there are even many pictures that they can't understand at all, such as the battlefield penetrated by thick blood, the world evolved from a drop of water, and the war between Terrans and demons by millions

Every moment, the sky will make a strange sound, as if it were the sound of heaven and earth, which no one can understand.

The whole holy courtyard is like a forbidden area of life. Even the great Confucianism will be torn to pieces by the aftermath of this terrible struggle among the saints.

A quarter of an hour later, the nine Xingdian Pavilion elders received holy orders to allow Xingdian pavilion to vote Fang Yun's poems to plead guilty. If the vote is passed, Fang Yun needs to write three Zhenguo poems before he can get out of prison.

Not long ago, a loud bell sounded in the holy temple of Jingguo school palace, which spread all over the capital.

Then, the voice of Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan sounded.

"With the consent of Dongsheng, Xingdian and the monarch, the examinee can get poetry to plead guilty. If he writes three towns and countries, he can be released from prison. If he wins the first place in the joint examination, he can be exempted from all guilt."

In the middle of Jiang Hechuan's speech, millions of people in the capital cheered, but when Jiang Hechuan finished, the huge capital was silent, and even the children who had shouted the most cheerfully before closed their mouths.

After a brief silence, the crowd around the capital exploded.

Before the tiger prison, many students attacked one after another.

"Of the holy courtyard... Are those people dazed? Why do you need three chapters on the town and country when it's Fang Yun's turn?"

"Fang Yun thought over and over these days and could probably write a Zhen Guo poem. As a result, the punishment hall asked for three. At the moment, it is less than 12 hours before tomorrow's Jinshi test. Isn't it deliberately difficult for a Jinshi to think about two Zhen Guo poems 12 hours ago?"

"Brother Qiao, why is the punishment hall so?"

Qiao juze sighed helplessly and said, "it can't blame the punishment hall. I just received the news that it was the order of his Highness the saints. It should be a semi saint who... 'righteousness is thin in the sky' who obstructed it."

"It's... Outrageous!" the Jinshi on one side almost scolded, but finally changed a word.

Everyone knows that it must be the Zongsheng of Qingguo who is obstructing.

"Can Fang Yun do it? If Fang Yun is given a few more days, he may be able to write three Zhenguo poems, but if he only writes three in a day, even Kong Sheng's reincarnation may not be completed!"

"Nonsense. The words of Confucius have a sacred way. How can they be lower than the town?"

"Compared with Kong Sheng, we should be fair. We are not allowed to write holy words, but only ordinary poems."

"It's useless for you to discuss this matter. For today's plan, you should think about how to help Fang Yun three towns a day!"

Just then, a dragon chant spread all over the capital.

"Mortal saints, you are really not things. When the dragon is canonized, we will have a good fight!"

Click

A thunder fell from the sky and split at the dragon's chant.

"Oh... It hurts Ben long. Ben long has a lot of revenge!"

There was no thunder in the sky, and the Dragon chant no longer appeared.

"Ah ah..."

A voice, if any, fell into the ears of the people after the Dragon chanted.

Most people only thought it was an illusion, but Qiao juze and other people familiar with Fang Yun looked at Fang Zhai in surprise.

"This sound seems to be the spirit beast of Fang Yun's family. How can he learn the sound of dragon singing and thunder?"

"Probably heard wrong?"

"Maybe the Yellow Dragon helped."

"I'm afraid so."

Kong Chengzhong.

"Brother Detian, I can't stand it! I have to fight at this time!"

"Brother Fang has repeatedly asked me to wait until the punishment of moon tree god is over. Now it's useless."

"Shall I sit here?"

"This matter involves a dispute between the two ethnic groups, a dispute over the holy way, and a private feud between various families and Fang Yun. At this moment, we can only wait and see its change!"

"Just wait and see if Fang Yun can three Zhenguo articles."

Imperial City, Changle palace.

Two women are located in the main hall of the Changle palace. One woman sits on the Empress Dowager's Phoenix chair, and the younger one sits on the left side below.

"Empress dowager, Fang Yun's ability is comparable to the country's heavy weapons. Why don't you save it decisively?"

"A mere crime is not worth my rescue. What's more, he has his own discretion. Even if poetry fails to plead guilty, he can use an exemption order before the exam tomorrow."

"Then the royal family of Jingguo is waiting to die?"

The Empress Dowager said slowly, "no, we can wait for three chapters to Zhenguo."

The sky inside the capital is clear, and outside the capital is snowy.

Yushan outside the capital is covered with snow and snow.

In the Lei family's other courtyard, two great scholars sat on the ground, drank tea and talked about Tao. Once the snowflakes in the sky approached, they left a foot away.

"You and I are reunited for the first time since the end of the polar glacier." Lei Tingyu smiled.

"The snow here is much warmer than the polar glacier," Zong Wenxiong said.

Lei Tingyu suddenly looked at the capital and asked with a smile, "brother Zong, how many articles can Fang Yun write before the exam?"

"Heaven is endless and manpower is poor. Two, and the third is Mingzhou at most."

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