Saint of the Confucian way

"Damn it! A generation of Shizu is about to fall, but we can't do anything. Alas! Hateful! Sad!" Guo Zitong, a senior scholar of the Academy, sighed again and again.

"Alas... Fang Yun's strategy theory has just been written, but it's as talented as the Yangtze River. It's endless. There's a wind of history! If there's no accident, he will become a semi saint, or even be granted an Asian saint! But... Alas..."

"Eh? The growth of talent has slowed down. Is it affected by God's punishment? Damn demon man!"

Jiang Hechuan glanced at the demon moon's spear that was about to fall over the capital and looked in the direction of Fang Yun and said, "no, Fang Yun has two boundaries of courage. At the moment, even if the demon moon's spear has an impact on him, it's not so. If I expected it right, this game theory involves the holy way. Fang Yun's literary position is not enough to complete. He is consuming his talent. I'm afraid his talent is nearly exhausted now."

"The Jinshi strategy involves the holy way, and only the people in Jingguo believe in Fang Yun," said an examiner from the temple.

The great Confucian Tang Shoude glanced at the examiner and said, "I've read Fang Yun's Sutra, the rites of indecency." , the text already involves the holy way, but Fang Yun skilfully avoided it. As for his game theory in the national test, I'm not qualified to read it. I think that the game theory is also related to the holy way. If this game theory is like brother Hechuan said, it's not surprising. After all, his name is Fang Yun. In addition, I'm not from Jingguo. "

The Hanlin examiner suddenly blushed and bowed his head, afraid to refute.

In the examination room, Fang Yun's forehead was covered with sweat. He had eaten many dragon beads, but now it was ineffective.

Talent in the body is becoming more and more scarce. Even if there are micro Wenqu stars, Wengong stars and Wenxin lights to help recover talent, they still can't make ends meet.

Lack of talent, Fang Yun only feels that the brush in his hand is heavy and may fall at any time.

Fang Yun's writing speed is getting slower and slower. He is writing "still clinging to the firewood to fight the fire, the salary is endless, and the fire is not extinguished". He has written the second word of fire. However, it takes at least a quarter of an hour to finish it.

In a quarter of an hour, the divine punishment must end.

"Alas..."

Fang Yun sighed and finally stopped writing, but he heard someone talking in his ear.

"Fang Xiaoyou, this article is not easy. The weather is soaring. Why did you stop writing?"

Fang Yun is puzzled. This is an exam room. Even the examiner can only stand outside the door. Who dares to enter the exam room? So he turned his head and looked to the right.

It doesn't matter. Fang Yun almost threw out his pen and even instinctively opened his mouth to protect himself.

He saw a transparent figure standing in front of him. He was dressed in Confucian clothes. He had the ancient meaning of Han style. He didn't wear Wen Wei clothes. He couldn't tell who he was. Fang Yun instinctively regarded him as a ghost!

If it were not for the courage, Fang Yun would have to frighten out a heart attack.

If it is not for the inconvenience of scholars to speak dirty words, Fang Yun must scold them.

Even if the old man is kind, can he be so scary!

The real dragon ancient sword was supposed to fly out, but a magnificent power came. Fang Yun only felt that the power shrouded his body and went deep into every part of his body, which not only stopped the sword of words, but even restored his talent at an incredible speed and overflowed in the blink of an eye.

"Keep writing." the old man smiled.

"Oh." the old man has a strange power, gentle but mighty. Fang Yun's original fear is like being swept by the spring breeze.

Fang Yun writes silently. His talent is consumed very quickly, but as long as the pillar of talent is consumed half, the power will come again to restore his talent.

From the third paragraph, the consumption of talent is terrible, almost a word consumes six inches of talent! In other words, a top Jinshi can't even write two words.

While writing, Fang Yun recalled the old man's face. At the beginning, it was still a little vague. A moment later, his brain suddenly flashed and remembered who he was!

The statue of this man is enshrined in the holy temple of Jingguo school palace!

Fang Yun's heart beat faster.

"Isn't that... Jia Yi, Jia Changsha? Isn't it the semi saint who wrote on crossing the Qin Dynasty? Isn't it Jia Sheng, one of the four masters of Han Fu? Isn't it the saint meteor? The spirit of Jia Yi has come?"

Fang Yun had a series of question marks in his mind.

Fortunately, the literary courage of Erjing is very strong. Even if Fang Yun's mind is shaken, the strength of the literary courage can make Fang Yun instinctively continue to write and gently sound a reminder not to be distracted.

Fang Yun took a deep breath, calmed his mind and began to write seriously.

At the beginning of the fourth paragraph, although Fang Yun was full of talent, his speed was obviously slower.

On the Daofeng mountain, in the holy courtyard and in the holy temples, the statues of the saints showed a very faint light, so that the three semi holy examiners in front of the statues did not notice it.

The three semi holy examiners originally looked at the ten countries entrance examination room, but now they only saw the scene of the demon moon spear falling from the sky.

"It's puzzling why the ancestral God Huxiao shot."

The semi holy rice of Shu slowly said: "the ancestor god of the demon world killed him separately, and the ancestor dragon protected him with the true spirit. Fang Yun is self-respect in Mount Tai! Predecessors once said that an Oracle from the ancestor god is more expensive than the half human race! If Fang Yun dies, if the human race destroys the half human race."

"Brother Fengdian is serious. Fang Yun should have the ability of a second saint, but if our people raise the strength of the holy yard to protect it, the demons and barbarians will rest for a year and then pour out to launch the second battle between the two boundary mountains. Even if the dragon people rescue again, our people will lose many half saints. At that time, as long as two more great saints return, the two boundary mountains will be lost!"

"Fang Yun may be worth a half Terran, but it's not worth the whole Terran after all!"

"That's all. Tomorrow's test will be over. I'll go to Fang's house to offer my condolences."

"Eh!"

The three semi saints suddenly made a sound of surprise and looked at the Fang Yun examination room under the demon moon's spear.

Zuo Xiangfu.

Liu Shan and Ji Zhibai looked up at the sky.

Zuo Xiang's face was originally dark and vicious, but now he looked relaxed, and there was even a slight undetectable smile at the corners of his mouth.

Jizhi Bai Chang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "it's over. The power of the doomsday emperor is coming, not to mention the dragon clan. Even the saints have no intention of confrontation. Unfortunately, Fang Yun has worked hard for more than ten years and turned into dust after all."

Liu Shan said, "Fang Yun is our Terran's Fang Yun after all. Tomorrow, you and I will go to his mourning hall and follow a hundred liang of silver each to thank him for his work as a Terran."

"Fang Yun intended to kill you, but you didn't blame him. He is really broad-minded and a model of our generation." Ji Zhi Bai Shun flattered him.

Liu Shan snorted coldly, as if dissatisfied with the flattery of the students. He said, "Fang Yun is dead. You have to do enough. Only you can set an example for the young people in Jingguo."

"Students know!" Ji Zhibai only felt his whole body hot.

"When Zong Sheng succeeds, i... eh?"

Liu Shan suddenly turned his head and looked at the direction of the examination room. He knew that Bai also had a surprised look on his face.

Donghai dragon palace.

"Grandpa Long Sheng, can't you save xiayun?" the voice of Ao Yuwei, the princess of the dragon family, echoed in the Dragon Palace.

"I can't save him. I have to save my old life."

"Can't the power left by ZuLong?"

"Ridiculous! How can ZuLong's last words be changed? Yuwei, it's not me... Eh?"

In the four seas Dragon Palace, many dragon families look at the test room of Jingguo school palace.