The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Everyone in Shengyuan Continent knows that only one who has literary courage is a qualified scholar, and only one who has literary heart is a strong scholar.

Fang Yun Shen entered the Wen Palace.

But what was in front of him was not the Wen Palace, but the night sky.

Fang Yun took a closer look and saw that this was not the night sky, but a giant tree.

The giant tree is located in an extremely remote place, with no roots visible, and only part of the trunk and crown can be seen.

This giant tree has a dark body and is made of unknown materials. It has countless branches, and the branches are covered with countless stars.

This giant tree exuded a thick and long-standing strange aura, as if it were the origin of the world and the ontology of the world. Fang Yun felt that he was extremely small.

Fang Yun knew that every star was a star, and it could never be a star as ancient people understood it. Every star was equivalent to a sun, and the sun was considered small among stars.

"Magic." Fang Yun looked at this strange star tree curiously, trying to figure out what it was, but after looking at it for a while, Fang Yun was even more shocked.

"The roots and trunk of this tree cannot be seen. It looks like a tree, but why do I feel like it is just a part of the branches? The part in front of me is equivalent to a Milky Way. So how big is the complete star tree?"

The star tree suddenly shook slightly, and countless starlight fell. Finally, the starlight condensed into a heart-shaped starlight, streaking across the night sky, and instantly rushed into Fang Yun's eyebrows.

Fang Yun blinked involuntarily, and when he looked again, he was in the Wen Palace.

The starry sky, self-image and talent of the Wen Palace have not changed, but on the first mural of the Wen Palace, there is an extra beautiful jade oil lamp. The light is like the heart, the oil is like water, extremely warm, and at the same time exudes a light fragrance. , the smell makes people feel extremely comfortable.

Fang Yun discovered that the oil lamp happened to be embedded in the sky above the mural "Yellow Emperor Fights Chi You", as if the sun in the mural was shining on the world.

The moment he saw the light on the literary heart, Fang Yun knew that it was a literary heart called "Fenbi Jishu", and it was the highest quality!

Top grade writers write quickly and write poems in one breath!

"One breath is one second. It can be said that this fast writing has completely solved the problem of slow poetry writing! In the future, even if you suddenly encounter a monster, you can take action immediately!" Fang Yun looked happy, with this fast writing spirit , his strength has been greatly improved.

"I heard that after a middle-grade literary heart is consecrated, it will immediately become a high-grade literary heart and gain more powerful power. But what will happen if a person with a high-grade literary heart is consecrated? Confucius and others were canonized first and then gained Wen Xin, and those who first obtain Wen Xin and then become saints will only get middle-grade Wen Xin at best before being canonized.”

Fang Yun stared at Wenxin's lights for a long time before leaving Wen Palace.

In front of you is a flat mountain top. There is only a stone gate on the top of the mountain, and there is a cyan light curtain in the stone gate.

Fang Yun looked around, but there was nothing on the top of the fourth mountain except the stone gate.

"I don't know what this fourth mountain tests. It is said that the first three mountains are literary tests, and the latter is a literary test. After all, scholars must master strong power to survive. No matter how good their knowledge is, they will not be able to restrain themselves in this world. It’s hard to go higher.”

Fang Yun calmed down, slowed down his breathing, walked to the door, stretched out his hand and touched the light curtain.

The light curtain immediately spread in all directions like ripples in water, and finally became completely transparent, revealing a green grassland with three human-shaped sculptures erected on it as far as the eye can see. The three people were all wearing Juren uniforms, and the third person among them was Yan Yukong.

"What is this test for?" Fang Yun thought as he walked in.

The first sculpture broke into pieces, and a man stepped down.

"I've met Brother Fang." The man raised his hands in greeting, no different from ordinary people.

"Hello, brother, what is the test for this fourth mountain?"

The judge smiled and said: "The three of us are the last ones to pass the fourth mountain but not the fifth. As long as you defeat me first, and then choose one of the two to defeat, you can successfully complete the test. If you can If you defeat the third person, the Wenxin you will gain when passing the sixth mountain will be even better.”

"I see, thank you for your explanation, brother. Do we want Wen Du?"

"Yes, you and I only need to talk about military affairs on paper. As long as you can kill me, you can win a game. Brother Fang is a scholar, and I am a scholar. But at this time, I am equivalent to having just passed the imperial examination, and I can't speak in words yet. I don’t know how to compete with others in poetry, so I will only use "Song of Yi Shui" to compete with you. You can start when you are ready, but the second and third players will not be so easy to talk to."

"Thank you, brother."

Fang Yun looked down and saw that he indeed had a coat on his body. He put down the tray, and pen, ink, paper and inkstone automatically appeared on it.

"Once you pick up a pen, it's like declaring war. You have to be careful." That Juren said politely.

"Thank you for reminding me, brother. The test of this fourth mountain is literary combat? What if I am just a young scholar and can't talk on paper?"

Ju He smiled kindly and said, "Then come back when you know how to do it."

"..."

Fang Yun was speechless and looked at the surrounding environment carefully. It was just an ordinary grassland, two sculptures and a person, and nothing else.

"It seems that this test is very straightforward, and it is not difficult for a new Juren. After all, this person should not be as smart as a real person. However, for a person who has just become a scholar and cannot talk on paper, this Juren can be said to be invincible. , fortunately, I can talk on paper."

Fang Yun was thinking about calculating the distance of his "Arrow in the Stone". He immediately remembered that he had calculated in the illusion that the power could be maintained within thirty feet, and the power was halved between thirty feet and fifty feet. Ten feet will disappear.

The limit distance of the scholar's war poem "Yi Shui Ge" is only fifteen feet!

Fang Yun suddenly felt confident, because the other party's idea was that he had just become a Juren, but in fact he was just a scholar with more talents, and could not master the power of Juren at all.

"Since he has just become a juren, there is no need to distance himself at all, just spell out his heart! The lower grade writes vigorously, writing one sentence per breath; the middle grade, two sentences per breath; the top grade, one sentence per breath. Here, you can talk about the world's war poems, Only fast will not break."

Fang Yun finished thinking and said, "Brother, it's time to start."

"Okay." The Juren held the brush and stared at Fang Yun. The moment Fang Yun picked up the brush, he immediately lowered his head to write. But just as he started to write vigorously, he heard a gust of wind blowing in the forest and the sound of a bow string pulling. loud sound.

"Is there a sound when the pen falls?" The judge raised his head slightly and glanced at Fang Yun from the corner of his eye. Even if Fang Yun reached the first level of calligraphy, he was confident that he could win. But then he suddenly raised his head, not caring about his own poems, and was stunned. He looked at Fang Yun blankly.

The pen in Fang Yun's hand actually formed an afterimage, writing at a speed he had never seen before.

"High-grade Wenxin?"

Just when Juren had this idea, Fang Yun put away his pen, a big bow appeared in the air, and sharp arrows flew towards him.

"There is someone outside!" After the man finished speaking, he was hit by a powerful arrow in the stone. His body suddenly exploded, and finally turned into a piece of water and flew into Fang Yun's body.

Fang Yun felt strange. He thought it was the baptism of holy light or something, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

Fang Yun slowly backed away and prepared, but suddenly looked at the first statue.

The statue originally only had the base and a piece of rubble left, but now it is gradually reappearing, and finally turned into a statue of Fang Yun.

Fang Yun found it interesting, but after a moment, he thought of a possibility.

"This means that as long as I don't pass the fifth mountain, my statue will always be here. The people who come here later are those who have just passed the examination. If they choose me, they can only blame them for their bad luck."

Fang Yun walked twenty feet away and looked at the second statue. The statue immediately cracked.

This juren didn't say a word. After appearing, he immediately used paper talks to write "Song of Yi Shui".

"The wind is rustling and the water is cold..."

This person also has a low-grade literary mind and can write one sentence in one breath.

However, just as he finished the first sentence, he heard the sound of breaking through the air, immediately looked up, and saw a sharp arrow coming.

He looked confused, as if he was asking where the arrow came from. Was it cheating?

When the arrow arrives, the person dies.

The second Juren immediately turned into a stream of water and was absorbed by Fang Yun, restoring Fang Yun's talent to nine inches, and at the same time stabilizing Fang Yun's talent so that it would no longer fluctuate.

Fang Yun looked at the statue of Yan Yukong.

"The fact that he is here means that he has not been to the Fifth Mountain, and his talent is on par with Yi Zhishi, and he has been taught by a semi-sage, which shows how difficult the Fifth Mountain is. I don't know that I became a scholar and went to Shushan twice. When the time comes, will he be able to pass the fifth mountain? It shouldn’t be difficult to kill him. After all, he is not a candidate for the imperial examination. He will go to Shushan the next day after passing the examination. It should be impossible for him to learn to speak well in one day. "

Fang Yun thought to himself, looking at the statue of Yan Yukong, it was broken into pieces.

"The wind is rustling and the water is cold..."

Yan Yukong was reciting the Song of Yi Shui in his own way while running quickly and looking at Fang Yun warily. Moreover, he had an additional layer of phantoms of mountains on his body, which was the protective power of "Ode to the Mountains".

"This..." Fang Yun didn't expect Yan Yukong to be such a genius. He learned to speak well overnight after winning the imperial examination. But what happened to his poem "Ode to the Mountains"?

Fang Yun immediately guessed that the power of "Mountain Ode" was given to Yan Yukong by Shushan. Only by killing him at this time can he be qualified to get a better second Wenxin.

Fang Yun quickly picked up the pen, and as soon as a second passed, "Arrow in the Stone" was completed, and the sharp arrow was shot.

Yan Yukong was extremely experienced and immediately rolled on the spot.

But the speed of the arrow in the stone was too fast, and it still hit the shadow formed by Yan Yukong's "Mountain Ode".

"boom……"

Half of Shanyuefu was defeated by the arrow in the stone, but Yan Yukong was not injured.

Yan Yukong was forced to stop speaking Cheng Zhang, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, but without the slightest panic, he spoke Cheng Zhang again and rushed towards Fang Yun. Yan Yukong also had the ability to write vigorously, but it was only effective for written war poems and had no effect on exporting into chapters.

Juren's body is far stronger than that of Xiucai, and he has learned the killing skills in the army very early.

Fang Yun secretly sighed that he was worthy of being a Semi-Saint disciple. He chose the best tactics immediately. If he did not have a high-grade Wenxin, he would definitely lose.

Fang Yun had just finished a war poem, and his talent was slightly shaken. It was easy to fail when writing now, so he turned around and ran away, keeping distance from Yan Yukong. After five breaths, Fang Yun turned around and started talking on paper.

Yan Yukong's exit was completed, and a black mist assassin appeared in front of him.