The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1611: A thought of blessing

Everyone watched Fang Yun walk to the edge of the third floor and open the window.

Two streets away is the famous Mingtang Street, and directly opposite is the Mingguogong Mansion.

As New Year's Eve approaches, the Mingguogong Mansion is brightly lit and people are coming and going.

Fang Yun quietly looked at the Mingguogong Mansion, and the people behind him did not move.

Occasionally, Fang Yun would move his eyes and look at the mansion on a street not far from the Mingguogong Mansion. There was the Qishanhou Mansion, where Gou Bao lived.

Everyone on the third floor felt that the man in front of the window was like a dormant giant monster, and once he woke up, he would swallow the world.

"The literary meeting will continue, don't worry about me." Fang Yun said calmly, without looking back.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you for your mercy, brother."

At this time, even the waiter understood that this person was obviously not an ordinary person, and he wore a coarse blue shirt to cover his identity.

Those scholars did not dare to say much, and gradually retreated to a place far away from Fang Yun. They looked at each other and no one spoke for a long time.

After a while, one person whispered: "Brother Liu, you are really lucky, but it is also thanks to you."

Everyone looked at Liu Xiucai with envy.

Liu Xiucai smiled embarrassedly. Just now, he kindly reminded Fang Yun that it was not a embarrassment, but just a custom among scholars. This sentence was actually nothing, but it expressed goodwill to Fang Yun in advance and resolved possible conflicts.

A scholar rolled his eyes and whispered: "Climb up to the highest building, twelve railings rush into the bullfight. Zhang does not want to leave his name, fearing that he will suppress the fourteen states in the literary world! What a great spirit, this poem reminds me of a person."

The others were stunned, showing a look of sudden realization, and nodded vigorously.

"I was shocked by this man's imposing manner before, and my mind was out of control. I just thought he was a scholar of prominent status, at most a Hanlin, or at most an ordinary university scholar. But then I thought carefully, including all the scholars in the literary world, who dares to say that he can dominate the world? Only that person!"

"It is very likely that he is. Although we have not seen his portrait in person, the description is not bad. He has a beard, a strong body, a heroic appearance, a tiger-like look, and a half-saint appearance!"

"Yes, it can only be him. It is not only his poems that are 'across the six directions and sweeping through the ages', but also his person!"

Many scholars nodded, but no one dared to say the three words "Zhang Longxiang".

"What is the purpose of this commoner walking at night?" Liu Xiucai asked in a low voice.

Everyone looked at each other and found excitement in each other's eyes. Everyone guessed that something big might happen.

Everyone shut up, turned slowly, stared at Fang Yun, and became more and more excited.

Fang Yun still looked at the Mingguo Mansion.

When Zhang Jing'an was a pavilion chief, he once issued a "clean doctor order" to prevent the proliferation of fake medicines and fake doctors, but he stirred up a hornet's nest, because the medical clinics and drugstores in the capital were controlled by the upper forces of the capital. Those real big guys did not show up, but their children, grandchildren, and nephews could not sit still and gathered to rush to where Zhang Jing'an was.

Gu Hong, the nephew of Ming Guogong, was incompetent and shameless, and was a shame among the nobles. He was scolded as a waste. He finally asked Ming Guogong to speak up and got the job of being in charge of the medical officer and drugstore. He could get a lot of private money every year. When Zhang Jing'an issued a clean doctor order, he was most angry, so he slapped Zhang Jing'an in public. If Zhang Jing'an had not escaped cleverly, he would have been beaten again.

Fang Yun always remembered this.

However, Fang Yun did not act immediately because he had been familiar with the new power since he came out of the Book Mountain, so he had been sitting in the carriage.

When he was in the ninth mountain, Fang Yun had been promoted from the Grand Scholar of Gewu to the Grand Scholar of Zhizhi.

Gewu means to explore, and Zhizhi means to understand.

The eyes are used to explore, so the eyes of the scholars of the Gewu realm are particularly sharp, and they are called the eyes of the Gewu realm.

The brain is used to think, so the brains of the scholars of the Zhizhi realm have strong thinking ability, and they are called the Zhizhi skull.

The essence of things is not enough to be pursued by the Gewu realm alone, but also requires Zhizhi to understand.

After being promoted to Zhizhi realm, Fang Yun felt that his power had been improved.

When he was in the Gewu realm, although he could observe the most obscure details of things, he could not connect all the details together and make a perfect judgment. Now, as long as he observes useful phenomena, he can get more useful information and will never miss anything.

The scholars of the Gewu realm have terrible observation ability, and after being promoted to Zhizhi realm, they will gain powerful calculation ability.

Fang Yun is familiar with this feeling, because no matter what he sees now, the power of Zhizhi realm will analyze it quickly, which not only consumes talent but also energy. Now he cannot freely control the power of Zhizhi realm.

Take the waiter on the third floor as an example. When you see the waiter in the realm of studying things, you will find that his tone and expression are unfriendly, his right hand has calluses from using a brush, and he speaks with a Baling accent, and then you guess that this person is a bit dog-eyed and looks down on others.

However, Fang Yun is now in the realm of knowing. After discovering these details, through these details, he immediately gets the information behind them: this waiter has practiced calligraphy hard, but because of his poor family background, and Baling is a place with a large population and a small number of places for admission of Tongsheng, he failed the exam and came to Jingzhou to make a living, and the admission rate of Tongsheng in Jingzhou is extremely high. The waiter believes that if he participates in the imperial examination in Jingzhou, he will definitely pass the exam as a Tongsheng, so he did not change his face when he saw Fang Yun at first, but when he heard Fang Yun's accent and saw that a Jingzhou person was not wearing a civil servant's uniform, he determined that he had no civil servant's position, and naturally felt disgusted.

Fang Yun recalled this, with a helpless smile on his face. The Skull of Knowledge was indeed powerful. After observing Xiao Er's details, he got the results immediately, but he didn't need such results at all. There was no need to care about a stranger. The human journey is a complete waste.

However, because of the existence of the Zhizhi Skull, Fang Yun had other thoughts in his mind. It was not a complete waste of power. Because he had this experience, if he encounters a similar situation next time, he may not need the power of the Zhizhi Realm. Will get results instinctively.

One can see likes and dislikes at a glance, and know blessings with just one thought.

"It seems that you need to constantly use the Skull of Knowledge in battle to turn some God-given abilities into basic abilities and make yourself stronger."

Fang Yun stood at the window for a full hour.

The scholars were still in high spirits, but the waiter stood at the top of the stairs and did not dare to move. When other waiters called him, he drove them away.

As late at night approached, Fang Yun took a deep breath and finally gained control, turning off the power of the Zhizhi Realm.

Fang Yun's eyes widened slightly, he opened his mouth, the ancient dragon sword flew out, and an ink sword loomed under it.

Inspired by the true name, the sword turns into a true dragon.

"Ouch..."

The ancient sword True Dragon flew into the sky above the Duke's Mansion of the Ming Dynasty, stretched out his right front paw and slapped it down with a peerless gesture. He saw that all the buildings in the Duke's Mansion of the Ming Kingdom within a radius of a hundred feet collapsed, all the trees were broken, dust flew up, and the ground sank.

An old man in green clothes stepped flatly on the blue clouds, soaring into the sky from the smoke, his head filled with anger and his eyes like blood.

"Who dares to destroy our Ming government?"

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