The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Yun suddenly smiled coldly. When dealing with the scholar, he only used one-tenth of his talent.

The talent tempered by the five movements of Wen Quxing, the majestic Wen Palace with ancient murals, first obtained the thundering holy sound, and then climbed the four mountains. During the talent and literary competition, Fang Yun's strength was a hundred times that of ordinary scholars!

Suddenly, the strong wind around Fang Yun increased again, while the wind around Feng Shaoyu continued to weaken.

"What's wrong is possible! You guys are cheating!" Feng Shaoyu couldn't help being shocked. Although he looked arrogant, he had been studying seriously and worked extremely hard to rise as a politician. He had huge confidence in his talents and the literary palace. It was more than 30% better than when Fang Yun faced Xiucai before.

But now, Fang Yun's talent and Wen Gong's power suddenly increased, and they were twice as powerful as his!

The Qingguo people could hardly believe their eyes.

"Is this Fang Yun also a direct descendant of a semi-saint? Even outstanding disciples from the Yasheng family and the Confucius family can't reach this level, right?"

"It's over, I really shouldn't have listened to those people's instigation to come to Jing Guowen to fight! This Fang Yun not only has a literary name, but also has such a solid foundation! No wonder he can go to three mountains and three pavilions!"

A look of shame flashed across Xi Molu's face. He is a descendant of a semi-saint family, but he is not as good as Fang Yun in terms of solid talent and solid literary palace! Moreover, it is not as good as a scholar!

Many nervous Jingguo people breathed a long sigh of relief. They scolded Feng Shaoyu before because they were not confident. They subconsciously believed that although Feng Shaoyu was not as good as the disciples of the Semi-Saint Family, he was also a genius in Qingguo. After all, Fang Yun is still a scholar, and it is very likely that he will fail in the literary battle, but now, they are completely relieved.

Feng Shaoyu suddenly shouted: "Fang Yun can't beat me, you cheated first! I will crush his literary palace with my literary courage and give me justice!"

Feng Shaoyu flipped his hand, and a golden page appeared in his hand. The page suddenly stood up with the word "substitute" written on it.

Great Confucianism and true writings.

The hearts of everyone in Jingguo had just dropped when they were raised to their throats.

"Beast!" Ning Zhiyuan suddenly shouted.

"I'm going to kill you!" A judge was so angry that his mouth was filled with smoke.

Countless Jingguo people cursed.

Even the five or six people from the Qing Kingdom who originally supported Feng Shaoyu looked angry. They didn't expect that he would dare to do this. He would first replace the punishment he suffered with the true text of a great scholar, and then take action to hurt Fang's luck. Even if Feng Shaoyu won't be punished again by the power of the temple, he will still be accused by thousands of people, and Qingguo's literary reputation will definitely be hit hard.

But Feng Shaoyu was smiling. He knew in his heart that as long as he severely damaged Fang Yunwen Palace, he would definitely be punished by the Holy Spirit. Qing Kingdom would lose at most the Feng family, but it would completely destroy Jing Kingdom's hope of rising. Everything was worth it!

An invisible force fell on the great scholar's true writings, completely destroying them. Taking advantage of this moment, Feng Shaoyu laughed crazily and mobilized his literary power in an attempt to crush Fang Yun's literary palace.

Fang Yun was not only not afraid, but showed compassion.

The smile on Feng Shaoyu's face suddenly froze, because he suddenly realized that his literary power was like an egg hitting a boulder, and then a harder, taller, and heavier mountain emerged from the boulder, crushing it violently. Wen Gong, defeat Wen Gu.

Feng Shaoyu heard the strange and continuous cracking sounds, looked at Fang Yun blankly, and had an idea in his mind.

"He is just a scholar, how can he have literary courage? How can he reach the first level of literary courage and be as tough as grass and trees?"

"Poof..." There was a sudden muffled sound in Feng Shaoyu's head. His literary skills, literary courage, talent, etc. all exploded, and then blood spurted out from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. There was also blood in the blood. Mixed with a lot of debris.

Feng Shaoyu slowly fell to the ground, and a large amount of blood flowed out from his seven orifices.

Feng Shaoyu died.

There was silence.

"Holy punishment is good!" one person shouted.

"Sages really can't tolerate such people!"

"You deserve it! A good death!"

Everyone thought this was the holy punishment of the saint.

All the people in the Qing Kingdom had earth-colored faces. The Semi-Saint rarely used such an extreme method of punishment, but once this method was used, it meant that the Semi-Saint was really angry, and everyone knew Dong Sheng's temper.

There was a sound of threads snapping in Xi Molu's ears, and then he was struck like five thunders, his body shook, and he vomited out a large mouthful of blood.

"Brother Xi, what's wrong with you?" A scholar hurriedly helped Xi Molu. He was from a semi-saint family. He must not make any mistakes and must be fawning.

Xi Molu suddenly started crying, but what was flowing from his eyes was not tears, but blood.

At this moment, he finally understood that he had been deceived by the strategist's tactics!

The scholar was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly jumped back like a frightened rabbit.

"Blood...the bloodline is cut off!" The scholar pointed at Xi Molu and was too frightened to say a word.

All the Qingguo people scattered in all directions as if they were avoiding the god of plague. One person even knocked over a chair and fell to the ground because he retreated too fast.

Even the officials were so frightened that they scattered. No one looked at the dead Feng Shaoyu now, but all looked at Xi Molu.

No one expected that things would turn out like this, forcing half-saint Xi Yunxiao to cut off his bloodline. For scholars, this is a punishment more terrifying than the holy punishment. This means that Xi Molu will no longer have anything to do with the Xi family. Even his immediate family only dared to interact with him in secret.

Xi Molu's eyes were bleeding, he knelt on the ground, raised his head and screamed: "Grandpa Holy Ancestor! I was wrong! I was wrong! I shouldn't forget the justice of the human race for my own kindness! I shouldn't know that you don't want to participate in the Holy Ancestor I shouldn't be arguing with the Tao and straying into it! I shouldn't be using people who are extremely powerful! I shouldn't be doing this! If I hadn't been hit by the Zongheng technique, I would never have done anything like this! Grandpa Saint, please spare me, I don’t dare anymore! I don’t dare anymore…”

At the end of his speech, Xi Molu suddenly kowtowed to the ground.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

He actually kowtowed with all his strength, literally smashing his head, making the ground tremble constantly.

However, he got no response.

I don’t know how many times I kowtowed, but Xi Molu finally stopped and looked up to the sky and shouted: "Your Majesty, the Holy Ancestor, Molu is unkind, unjust, unfaithful, and unwise. He has stained the Qing Dynasty. Let me, the ancestors of the Xi family, Zong’s face is shameful! Although I am no longer a member of the Xi family and no longer have the blood of the Xi family, since I have committed the grave crime of treason, I will never tolerate it. Live in this world. Today, I will die to thank the world! I pour my talent and resentment into the pen that I carry with me, and I will sacrifice all my life to kill the monsters and strategists. Fang Yun, please forgive me for my great sin! You, the rats of the Zhuang family, will not die well!"

After Xi Molu finished speaking, he held the brush he carried with him, poured all his talent, literary courage and other power into the brush, threw it towards Fang Yun, and then stretched out his palm to slap his forehead.

The Wen Palace exploded, bleeding from all seven orifices, and he fell to the sky.

Xi Molu, a member of the semi-saint family, died.

No one spoke, and the breeze blew extremely loudly.

Fang Yun held the blood-stained brush and was shocked by Xi Molu's heroism. Then he slowly walked over, squatted down, and put his hand on Xi Molu's open eyes.

"I forgive you."

Fang Yun's hand passed by.

Xi Molu's eyes were closed, the bleeding stopped, and his blood-stained face was very peaceful.

A person who could have died on the battlefield, but died due to the tricks of the politicians and miscellaneous families, Fang Yun felt a faint pain in his heart.

Fang Yun stood up, held Xi Molu's hand firmly, gritted his teeth, and then let go, looking at the remaining people in Qingguo.

"In order to prevent my scholars from dying in front of the liberal arts academy, if Qingguo does not apologize to me, Jingguo, and if the black hands who harmed our army and people in Jingguo last year do not die to thank the world, when I become a scholar and come down to Shushan, I will write Dou Qingguo! When I become a Jinshi, I will fight for one state! Wen Dou, continue!"

Fang Yun raised his head high and looked at the Qingguo people with undisguised contempt and sadness in his eyes.

Many young people had red eyes.

Lu Yu wiped away his tears and cursed: "These bullshits from the Zajia Strategist and Hengjia family! They are so harmful! Especially the strategist and strategist, whoever practices Zonghengjiu in the future will break up with me!"

A member of the Qing Kingdom half knelt on the ground, sighed, and said: "I should not forget the righteousness of the human race out of anger. I was wrong in this civil war, a big mistake. I broke the civil palace to thank the world. !”

The Qingguo Juren's head immediately made a clear cracking sound, and then he stood up unsteadily and slowly walked out. Everyone made a way. No matter what happened before, since he left the Suiwen Palace, the future road was completely cut off. He can only be a literate and courageous scholar for the rest of his life.

When other Qingguo scholars saw this scene, they immediately understood that if they continued to fight Fang Yunwen, not to mention Wen Danwen Palace, they would not even be able to save their bodies, and it was impossible for the divine fruit like the Shengshen Fruit to be used on them.

As a result, the remaining scholars ruined their literary courage, while the scholars ruined their literary palace.

Because they were broken by themselves, their consciousness is very clear, but it will be difficult to advance in the literary field from now on. There is still a chance to repair the broken Wen Gong Wenji due to external forces, but breaking it by yourself is a complete denial of oneself, and will never be May be restored.

The servants of the Academy of Arts dealt with the bodies of Feng Shaoyu and Xi Molu, and then sent them back to Qingguo after burial.

Many people whispered about the severance of blood, but they did not expect that such a thing that only existed in legends would happen before their eyes.

As long as the half-saints of the semi-saint family are still alive, many descendants will not dare to do anything too outrageous for fear of having their bloodline cut off. On the contrary, those families whose ancestors have died are not afraid of having their bloodline cut off and are very courageous.

Fang Yun walked out of the ring and was immediately surrounded by his classmates, who started chatting all over the place.

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be like this. The Strategist is so annoying!"

"There is nothing we can do. The holy way is contending, and all those who are kind-hearted and soft-hearted are dead."

"Fang Yun, why are you more talented than Wen Gong than Ju Ren? It seems that your semi-saint mentor is very good to you. Now that's good, no one will dare to use despicable means to harm you in the future. You are so powerful, Don’t be afraid of literary fights.”

"But do you really want Wen to fight Qingguo?" Li Yuncong asked worriedly.

Everyone also shut up and waited for Fang Yun's answer.

Fang Yun nodded heavily and said: "I must do this! Qingguo has gone too far. If all countries are like this in the future, the human race will be enslaved by demons and barbarians sooner or later! If I do this, I may not be able to completely prevent such things from happening. , but we can definitely contain them to the greatest extent! Let them know how costly this kind of thing is!”

"I'm afraid it's time for Dongsheng to take action..." A Juren whispered.