Saint of the Confucian way

The paper disappeared without a trace, leaving only a piece of blue dragon skin in his hand.

"What's the situation? Who can take the dirty text thousands of miles away?" Fang Yun immediately looked around and found nothing.

Fortunately, this was not the first time that such a thing had happened. Fang Yun immediately understood and said to himself, "strange books, heaven and earth, great Confucianism and dirty literature?"

Fang Yun immediately "saw" a void. A page of withered yellow paper was suspended in the void. The bloody words on it suddenly beat slowly like blood vessels. The beating sound became louder and louder, and finally like a drum.

The bloody words seem to be bound by some force and are struggling.

Far away at the junction of the Yangtze River and the East China Sea, there is an extremely wide estuary. Deep in the estuary, a magnificent Jiaolong palace stands at the bottom of the river.

"Father, that Li Wenying deceived me too much. Please give me a treasure and take back the great Confucian dirty text."

"Take a drop of my holy blood and slowly look for the page of the great Confucian dirty text."

"Li Wenying has killed that cheap snake and deserves it. I'm afraid I need a drop of your blood essence to deal with Li Wenying."

"If he gets it, he must go back to Dayuan mansion first and let the power of the holy temple wash it. Where will he go to the river to do it? That little snake is smart. I'm afraid he will hide the dirty words of the great Confucianism in her passage."

"OK! I'll turn into a person and look for it slowly."

"Well, go... Wait, don't go."

"Father, you..."

"My holy blood has been erased. The holy temple must not be so fast. It should be the semi holy hands of the human race! Just, the 'paradise' is just a legend. Go down."

In the mountains and forests, Fang Yun "saw" that in the void, the blood on the page was gradually lifted off the paper by a huge force, and then the blood turned into a small dragon, roared up to the sky and twisted his body madly.

But the invisible power was extremely terrible and firmly bound the bloody dragon.

Fang Yun couldn't help wiping sweat.

"This is not the legendary semi holy idea, is it? This drop of blood combined with the idea contained in it, low is the ability of a great scholar, high is the power of a great Confucianism, dropping blood to destroy the city and breaking the mountain. How did the wonderful book heaven and earth do it?"

Fang Yun thought in his heart and looked carefully at the big Confucian dirty text. The blood color on it completely disappeared, and the words were golden, emitting soft brilliance. At the same time, an elegant voice came out from the paper and kept reading the above content.

"I can't be wrong. It must be the manuscript written by Tao Sheng when he was a great Confucian. However, how can I take it out? Strange book heaven and earth, let me have a look."

The world of strange books didn't move.

"This..."

Fang Yunzheng suspected that the wonderful book heaven and earth would take the manuscripts of the great Confucianism as his own. The remnant of the story of the source of peach blossoms disappeared. Then Fang Yun heard a deafening sound in his ear.

"In the middle of the Jin Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty, Wuling people were fishing. They walked along the stream and forgot the distance. Suddenly they met the peach blossom forest..."

The voice is ethereal, with a wonderful artistic conception beyond everything, which makes people seem to enter a beautiful mountain village with peach blossoms in full bloom, forget the world, and live in the world of peach blossom source forever.

Fang Yun realized that it was the wonderful book Tiandi who sent the remnant of the peach blossom source into his literary palace. It was very comfortable to listen to it once, but he was dizzy when listening to it the second time.

Great Confucian manuscripts have great power and can be included in the literary palace like powerful literary treasures, which is of great benefit to the literary palace. But Fang Yun is only a scholar now. Even if he has the courage, he can barely be regarded as half a person, and still can't withstand the repeated training of lingering sound.

Only after more than 30 interest rates, Fang Yun could not bear it, and the Wen palace shook slightly.

The deafening aftersound immediately disappeared and returned to the world of strange books.

Fang Yun glanced at the tiny blood Jiao struggling in the void, vaguely returned to the camp, lay down and went to sleep.

In the early morning, nearly a thousand reinforcements from Dayuan Prefecture arrived. Ge zhoumu came in person after being summoned by Li Wenying. He not only brought five Jinshi officials and 16 recruiting officials, but also an old Hanlin who had just resigned, for fear of accidents for Fang Yun and others. They gathered the bodies of all the soldiers killed in battle and walked out of the mountain forest.

This day is also the day when the holy way and Wen Bao were published.

The "holy way" and "Wen Bao" in all parts of the ten countries were released as scheduled, which is no different from the usual.

However, there are some small differences outside the literary academies in the ten countries. Booksellers belonging to xuanting Bookstore wear uniform clothes and push trolleys with advertising banners. They buy a large number of Shengdao and Wen Bao in the literary academy and put them in the car. At the same time, they sell various books such as the story of the west chamber.

There are a large number of people outside the literary academy bookstore in Dayuan Prefecture, which is several times more than when the holy way is released every month, and the excitement is almost equal to the county and government trials every year.

"Yo, old Liu, why are you here? You're over 80. Why don't you let your servants buy it?"

"I can't wait! It's said that Fang Shuangjia's masterpiece is published in the holy way again. There are three full texts and two are written together. Among them, there are not only my favorite Danqing new techniques, but also help Jianmei Gong change his poetry. Where can I sit? Old song, you're more than 70, aren't you coming by yourself?"

"Ha ha, that's it. It's not easy for us to produce a great talent in Jiangzhou. His poems are published in Shengdao. Of course I'll buy them myself. Alas, it's a pity that if he had been born 50 years earlier, then the humble room inscription would have been born 50 years earlier, and you and I would have been admitted to the Juren examination."

"So this time I'm going to buy ten, let my grandchildren have one, read his poems every day, and be sure to pass the exam!"

"Yes! Look at these people around you. Eight out of ten bought them for their children and grandchildren."

"He is the first person to ask the saint to speak and the first person to ask the saint to choose. Who doesn't learn his poetry, who is a fool! Maybe he will become the first saint in Dayuan mansion!"

"It's possible! Then I have to find a way to get his calligraphy, which can be used as an heirloom in the future!"

"Don't mention it. Now the literati all over the city have sharpened their heads and want his calligraphy, but now he doesn't participate in the poetry and literature club. He is bent on studying and testing scholars, and no one has a chance."

"Alas, it's may again. The fifth day of the Lunar New Year is the Dragon Boat Festival. According to the Convention, the literati of the Qing Dynasty will cross the river again and compete with us in poetry and dragon boats. We have lost more than ten years in a row. I hope Fang Yun won't embarrass Jingguo every year because he doesn't go to study."

"Yes, alas."

When people nearby heard the Dragon Boat meeting, they all looked gloomy.

"Fang Yun is powerful, but the 'Shijun' of this generation is in Qingguo. Shijun won't come, but his disciples or disciples are afraid to come. Even if there is Fang Yun, there will be more or less bad luck."

"Yes, the Dragon Boat Festival is not a competition for one person, but a competition for everyone on board."

"Fang Yun will not participate in the Dragon Boat cultural conference."

"Why?" many people asked.

"Don't you forget? The dragon boat race is to inspire the vitality of heaven and earth with poems. All the participants are Ju Ren and scholars. He is a child student. Even if he writes poems better than the town and country, it's useless."

"Alas!"

"Wait for the next year."

"The next year will be OK!"

A lot of "holy way" and "Wen Bao" were bought. Some people would read it immediately, some people would read it carefully after dinner, and some people hurried to a secret place outside the city to give dozens of "holy way" and "Wen Bao" to an eagle demon.

The eagle demon grabbed the wrapped holy way and Wen Bao, flew into the clouds and flew to the wild demon mountain at a very fast speed.

Huangyao mountain, Jingcheng peak, Youmeng hall.

All the anti species literati stand in front of the hall, which is what they must do on the first day of each month. Even if they are already anti species literati, even if they hate humans and worship the demon family, they are still infatuated with the power of the holy way.

They respect the holy word, but they do not respect the human race.

A demon servant came in with a big bag, then took a copy of the holy way and a copy of the Wen Bao, held it in both hands and handed it to the reverse literati in the Youmeng Hall who was not human, ghost or demon.

Fengcheng Jue glanced at the catalogue, snorted coldly and said, "that Fang Yun is in the limelight again! I hope he will take care of himself. If he dares to become a former scholar, I will kill him! Just Li Wenying, can't stop me!"

"Li Wenying is naturally not as good as you. You are the four talents of the previous generation."

Fengcheng Jue flipped through the book and said, "it's said that Fang Yun's children's" humble room inscription "is good. I didn't read it before. I happened to have a look."

Soon, Fengcheng Jue turned to the page where the "humble room inscription" was located, read a few words, the eyes lit up, and couldn't help looking down slowly.

Half way through it, all the words in the "humble room inscription" suddenly shook slightly, emitting a faint light and making a thick sound at the same time.

"What a humble thing!"

Fengcheng Jue screamed with all the rebellious literati present.

"Ah..."

The wind city was the most miserable. His eyes were blinded by the light, and there were cracks between Wendan and Wengong. Other anti literati Wengong also had accidents one after another. The three most unstable people in Wengong suddenly bled and fell to the ground. Several people's literary palaces were broken and completely turned into dementia.

Finally, less than half of the people barely supported, but there were a large number of cracks in the Wen palace, which was difficult to repair in a short time.

"Damn semi saint! Unexpectedly, he calculated us with courage refining text and Confucius holy words! Report it quickly and let everyone not read today's holy way! Be careful of the trap!"

"Yes!" a reverse literati hurried away.

Fengcheng Jue's face was ferocious and terrible. The dragon claw's hand clung to the throne, scattered the powder from the hard stone throne, and said: "It must be the semi saint who took this article to warn us not to explore the identity of the great scholar of the five movements! Damn it, I instinctively become a great Confucian soon, but if I was attacked by this sneak attack, I would not only be a long time late, but also go back to the demon world to repair the courage of the literary palace! Fang Yun, it's your bad luck! Send me an order immediately, and I want you to kill Fang Yun at all costs! I'll go back to the demon world to rest now, if I come back Fang Yun will not die, you will all die! You will all die! "

"Yes, sir! We must mobilize all the forces in Jiangzhou to kill Fang Yun!"

Fengcheng Jue stood up and walked outside the hall. As he walked, he said, "kill Fang Yun and get a divine fruit that can increase his life by 50 years! If I ask for something in the future, I will promise! I will eat Fang Yun! Eat him bit by bit, inch by inch!"

"Yes!"

The reverse writers looked at the wind city and never left, with sad faces.

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