The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1122 Holy Meteor

There are more and more scholars in the stands.

Yan Yukong looked around and said, "This year there are many more scholars watching the competition for the top of the country than in previous years. Last year, it was less than one-third of what we are now."

"I didn't watch it last year," Comte commented.

"I don't care either." Fang Yun said.

"The reason why there are so many people this year is mostly for Fang Xusheng. You see, the Qingguo and Jingguo areas have the most people obviously."

Fang Yun glanced at the stand where Qingguo was, then looked at Jingguo, and found many familiar people, then smiled and nodded.

The people in the stands of Jingguo suddenly became excited and talked about it.

Sun Naiyong said helplessly: "It's such an important thing to compete for the head of the country, but you two don't watch it? Fang Xusheng, don't tell me that you don't know the rules of competing for the head of the country."

Fang Yun smiled and said: "Of course I know. There are three rounds to compete for the leadership of the country. The first round is this lotus pond. Everyone writes down their determination, which will attract the power in the pond and form a lotus platform under the seat. The better the determination, the more power will be absorbed. The stronger the power, the more petals will form after everyone has finished writing, the lotus platform will explode and attack in all directions. The winner will be pushed out of the lotus leaf by the force of the explosion. Those who fail to fall into the water will get a lotus heart and absorb the power of the lotus pond. As for the second round of the lava cave, everyone will sit in the flaming magma. On the stone pillar in the middle, in the third round of clouds and sky, everyone is sitting on the white clouds. As long as they are knocked away from the stone pillars or white clouds, they lose. "

"I thought you didn't care at all." Sun Naiyong joked.

"I heard that the funniest year was when more than a dozen champions were close in strength. After entering the lotus pond, no one fell into the water, entered the lava cave, no one fell into the magma, entered the sky, and no one fell from the white clouds. It’s a joke.”

"It is too difficult to decide who will be the leader of the country. After all, determination, determination, and path are not determined by talent or experience. Even though Fang Xusheng is extremely powerful and talented, it would not be surprising at all if he fails in the competition for the leader of the country."

Fang Yun nodded slightly to express his approval.

"More than a hundred years ago, there was a mediocre number one scholar in Yun Kongtian who inspired his potential, pushed aside the rest, and became the head of the country. But in the end he just became an ordinary bachelor, not even a great scholar, and was called the most powerful scholar. A weak leader."

"However, the normal situation in the fight for the head of state is that there are only four or five people left in the end, and no one can do anything to the other. The most recent head of state was Yi Chise, and now, Yi Chise is already the greatest scholar and has been awarded the title of literary giant."

"In the year of Yi Zhishi's palace examination, including him, there were three of the Four Great Talents, but in the end Yi Zhishi still promoted him to the top and competed to become the head of the country."

"If Mr. Tomoyo is canonized, then the power of the human race will be further improved. Back then, the Demon Emperor fought against the four great talents on his own and was evenly matched, which was a shame for the human race. If Mr. Tomoyo becomes a semi-saint and studies the holy way, he may not be weaker than the demon emperor. Emperor." Sun Naiyong said.

"It's hard to say, but the Demon Emperor is no less powerful than the current Fang Xusheng. As a barbarian, he became the number one demon barbarian under the Demon Saint. He has never been defeated, which explains everything. For Mr. Tomoyo, being a saint is The probability is 90%, and there is still a 10% chance of an accident. But for the Demon Emperor, canonization is just a matter of time. If he had not been buried in the Holy Valley, he would have been canonized. "

"Speaking of the Holy Burial Valley, the great Confucian scholar of the human race has already started to prepare. I just got the news yesterday that after the stupid Confucian scholar obtained the middle-grade Spring and Autumn Annals Preface, the power of war poetry has been further improved, and he has been listed as one of the main candidates by the saints. I don’t admire Yi Zhishi, nor do I admire Fang Xusheng, I only admire Mr. Song Shi!”

"Don't talk about those things that have no trace, the time is coming, we..."

Before Zeng Nianhai finished speaking, a strange force fell from the sky. Everyone seemed to remember the saddest thing in their lives, and some even shed tears involuntarily.

At this moment, Fang Yun looked at the flowers and flowers in sadness, saw the leaves and leaves in mourning, and looked at everyone. Everyone was in grief, and then looked at the sky and the surroundings.

Heaven and earth share the same sorrow!

"This is……"

The great scholars in the stands were the first to stand up, and then everyone else realized something and stood up one after another.

Fang Yun stood up hurriedly, already knowing what happened.

No one knew who had died, and there was no warning, but everyone instinctively looked in the direction of Qingguo.

Then, the world shook.

The death knell tolls, resounding throughout the world.

In the army of Wu State.

A Jinshi general, wearing shining silver armor, stood in front of two thousand people, pointed to the north, and said with spring thunder: "There live barbarians who are worse than pigs and dogs. They seize our land, rob our food, and kill us." Our relatives! They are very powerful, there are many of them, and some of them can use weapons. "What should we do?

The school grounds were silent.

"Tell me, what should I do?"

No one answered.

"Then I tell you, kill them! Cut off their hands, break their legs, slit their necks, let them bleed, let them die, this is what we have to do! As for the rest, it has nothing to do with us soldiers ! Now let me ask you, what should you do if you are the demon?"

"Kill him!" Two thousand people shouted in unison!

The black-faced general smiled ferociously and was about to praise the soldiers, but suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Qingguo. Unconsciously, his eyes shed tears.

Thousands of troops mourned.

Jiaguo, Lu County.

Lu County is a famous textile county in Jia State. Four rivers flow through Lu County. There are many workshops on both sides of the river, arranged in eight neat rows.

Driven by the water flow, most of the workshops made rumbling sounds, but some of them had stopped working.

Some workers were sitting in front of the workshop taking a rest, smoking dry cigarettes and blowing smoke rings.

"The things in Ning'an County are harmful. Look, Lu County is a famous textile county. Even if the clothes we wear are not from Lu County, they are at least from Maozhou. It's better now. It's hot. Thin cotton sweaters from Ning'an County It’s on sale; now that it’s cold, scarves from Ning’an County have appeared, and they’re pretty and expensive, but all the wives and little girls like them.”

"It's hard to accept it. Ning'an brand products sell well. Now in our Lu County, there are probably thousands of workshops that have begun to manufacture Ning'an brand products. Those who insist not to OEM products will go bankrupt."

"I'm just confused. Maozhou is owned by the Mo family, so the Mo family can only watch helplessly being taken advantage of?"

"You don't understand this! Ning'an County and Fang Xusheng are at odds with each other. The Ning'an brand has long been no longer owned by Ning'an County. In Fang Xusheng's words, it is called 'technical investment', and it was given to the Moh family. The royal family of Jingguo , Ning'an County Government, Fang Xusheng, Mojia and Gongdian all have shares, and those who do good work or manage the workshop well have shares in individual workshops and receive dividends. "

"Xu Sheng earns so much money, doesn't he look a little ugly?"

"No one will think you are dumb if you don't speak! If you say that again, don't blame me for turning against you!"

"Brother Wang, I..."

"What am I? Fang Xusheng doesn't want a cent of all the money earned by the Ning'an County workshop! He divided all the money into two parts, one part is used to help the people of Ning'an County, and the other part is used to expand the Fang Family Library ! Stop comparing those corrupt officials to Fang Xusheng.”

"Yes, Fang Xusheng is different. Fang Xusheng didn't hide it. Ning'an County has been cooperating with the Gongdian. As before, as long as you pay a sum of money, you can use Ning'an's new Gongjia technology. We Lu The smartest people in the county spent money to buy those technologies early and renovate the workshops. Not only did they not lose money, they actually made more money than before! "

"In the end, I still have to thank Fang Xusheng! I am discussing with my wife whether we should go to Jingguo to help Fang Xusheng. We can't do anything else. We can build mechanical ordnance and repair mechanical vehicles and ships."

"What a coincidence, the Mo family just gathered people to go to Jingguo today, and the wages have been doubled. By the way, I heard that the Mo family sent out a semi-sacred machine beast, tsk tsk. Although they tried their best to cover it up, the thing was too big, more than ten feet long. Still being seen.”

"What? The semi-holy machine beasts are out? That thing can't stand a beating."

"The Mo family is indeed better than the Za family. It's right to help Fang Xusheng. If our Jiaguo is in trouble, Fang Xusheng will definitely... eh..."

The chatter suddenly stopped talking and looked in the direction of Qingguo.

Everyone stood up slowly, lowered their heads, and shed tears silently.

All people mourn.

Qingguo's half-saint Xi Yunxiao fell.

From Yumen Pass in the north to Nansha Prefecture in the south, from Luzhou Peninsula in the east to the Kunlun Mountains in the west, death knells are tolling everywhere in the world, and the music of the piano is wailing.

It was mid-afternoon, and the sky should have been clear, but strange black power condensed over the Shengyuan Continent, covering the sky and the sun. In the end, both the sun and Wenqu Star were mostly covered by black, leaving only an imperceptible glimmer.

The sky is dark and the earth is dark.

Under the black, countless white human figures suddenly appeared, bending down to worship.

There are Xi Yunxiao's friends and relatives, there are residents of the jurisdiction that Xi Yunxiao has governed, there are soldiers in the army that Xi Yunxiao has led... all the dead who have received Xi Yunxiao's favor appear in the sky at this moment.

Old friends say goodbye.

In the direction of Qingguo, a huge orange beam of talent with a diameter of more than ten thousand feet rose rapidly like a fountain, and finally seemed to break through the sky and stand tall on the sky.

boom……

A loud bang that penetrated the soul exploded and fell in the ears of every living being in the Holy Yuan Continent.

The huge beam of light continued to rise, and then turned into a huge giant rainbow in the sky, crossing from east to west.

Talent turns into a rainbow.

Click...

After a few breaths, the rainbow of talent suddenly exploded and turned into countless rays of light scattered across the sky and earth.

Everything in Shengyuan Continent seemed to be purified by invisible power, the darkness dissipated, the sun and Wenqu Star reappeared in the sky, everything was like the morning after the rain.

Holy death, talent can feed back the world.

Suddenly, there were crisp sounds from three places in Shengyuan Continent, and then three beams of talent that were much smaller than before shot straight into the sky, and someone was promoted to a great scholar.

Talent soars to the sky.

On Huafeng Mountain, in the Holy Courtyard, and over the temples, translucent figures appeared one after another. These figures were either looking in the direction of Qingguo, or lowering their heads in meditation, or looking up at the Wenqu Star, or closing their eyes to meditate.

The saints awaken.

An old translucent figure walked out of the void, slowly moved forward in mid-air, and finally walked in front of many semi-saint figures.

The half-saints raised their hands together, and Xi Yunxiao returned the favor.

"Congratulations to our literary friends to return home."

Although Fang Yun and others were in the Kong Shengwen world, they could see all kinds of strange phenomena happening in Shengyuan Continent.

"Tree days of truce!"

The sound of the semi-holy wolf killing spread across the sky.

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