The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1830 Blood Ray Crisis

The younger clerk whispered: "Mr. Chanyi, the smoke on the top of the head is a sign of drastic consumption of talent. Even a great scholar can only hold on for half a minute, but now it's been a quarter of an hour. Will he be hurt? Should I remind him?"

Hua Chanyi looked at Fang Yun's back, smiled slightly, and said: "At first glance, I also felt that he was in danger, but after careful observation, I realized that Fang Xusheng's talent recovery speed is unprecedented, and he can probably be called the first person under the semi-saint."

"You mean, the speed of his talent recovery can support his continued consumption? This is impossible, this is almost equivalent to a university scholar going all out and using lip sparring, eloquence, inspiration and Wentai at the same time. It is a miracle to hold on for half a minute. Can it be held for half an hour?"

"I don't believe this if it happens to others, but seeing Fang Xusheng like this, it must be this possibility!"

"Is there a copy of "Spring and Autumn" or a Wenquxing in his Wen Palace?"

Hua Chanyi stared at Fang Yun and smiled slightly.

The two medical clerks had seen many similar smiles from medical people. Medical people all had this expression when they were studying unknown things. It seemed that this great medical scholar was interested in Fang Yun.

Half an hour later, Fang Yun finished reading the vast library of the Medical Hall. His temples bulged slightly, and his forehead showed fine veins and blood vessels. His eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were dull, his face was pale, and his hair was not white, but he looked ten years older.

At this moment, Hua Chanyi had left.

The two medical clerks hurried over and asked, "Master Xusheng, do you need help?"

Fang Yun opened his dry lips and said slowly, "No, it's just that my talent is overdrawn, it's okay."

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he moved his fingers lightly, and a ball of water condensed out of thin air in front of him. He opened his mouth, and the ball of water flew into his mouth, moistening his lips and tongue.

The two clerks were shocked. It didn't matter if the university scholar didn't eat or drink for many days, but Fang Yun had to drink water. It can be seen to what extent his physical strength and talent were overdrawn.

Since Fang Yun said he didn't need help, the two dared not do anything and could only follow behind Fang Yun, fearing that he would fall.

Fang Yun looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness, and even walking out of the gate of the Medical Hall seemed difficult.

The Yan family members waiting at the door were shocked. Yan Yukong came over anxiously to help Fang Yun and asked, "What's wrong? What happened? Your body seems to have been hollowed out."

Fang Yun shook his head gently and said, "It's okay, it's just that my talent is slightly overdrawn."

"What did you do in the Medical Hall?" Yan Yukong asked.

"I read some books." Fang Yun said.

The Yan family members did not believe this statement and looked at the two clerks behind Fang Yun.

A clerk said helplessly, "Fang Xusheng read all the books in the Medical Hall."

"What? Say it again." Several Yan family members couldn't believe their ears.

The clerk had to honestly say: "Fang Xusheng read all the books in the Medical Hall Library from beginning to end, Mr. Chanyi can testify."

"Are you sure Fang Xusheng only went in for half an hour? Are you sure he read all the four libraries of A, B, C, and D?" one person asked.

"Sure!"

The Yan family looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

"This little monster!" Several university scholars whispered.

"Can you still go to the Shihan Ancient Land in this state?" Yan Yukong said.

"Just take a quarter of an hour to rest." Fang Yun said.

"Let's go and chat outside the Star Gate Courtyard. I happen to be very interested in the affairs of the state and have a lot to say." Yan Ningshan said with a smile.

The group arrived outside the Star Gate Courtyard. After chatting for half an hour, Fang Yun's complexion barely returned to normal, but if you look closely, he is still a little tired.

"How much of your talent has recovered?" Yan Yukong asked.

"Seventy percent." Fang Yun said.

Everyone was speechless. After overdrawing their talents, the recovery speed would be very slow, just like a master of the zither who had not practiced the zither for a long time after being ill. He needed to practice for a while before he could recover to the normal level. But Fang Yun was good. His talent recovery speed was comparable to that of a normal university scholar.

"We all know that you are different from us. That's all. Tell us when you can leave." Yan Ningshan said.

"Everyone has already gone ahead. I can't be late. Let's go in now." Fang Yun said.

"Okay."

Everyone transported Fang Yun to the gate of the star. Fang Yun was about to step in. Yan Ningshan suddenly said, "If you are not strong enough, you can give up. Ten cold kings are not as good as one virtual saint."

Fang Yun's figure paused, nodded lightly, and entered the gate with countless stars rotating without saying a word.

Yan Yukong looked at Yan Ningshan in surprise. "Zun" is generally used to address saints.

Yan Ningshan sighed and said, "Ji Qingfeng just sent me a letter saying that when he saw Fang Yun in the square of the Holy Court, he was holding a bamboo slip of the Book of Changes. He vaguely felt that Fang Xusheng's journey was full of difficulties and even great dangers, a hundred times more dangerous than when he was in Yueyang Tower."

"Then why didn't you stop him?" Yan Yukong said angrily.

"He didn't stay." Yan Ningshan looked at Yan Yukong calmly.

Yan Yukong was silent. The last words Yan Ningshan said to Fang Yun were actually trying to keep him.

After a while, Yan Yukong raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and his starry eyes flashed, saying, "I will go to Ning'an County to practice. In order for him to be more successful in the ancient land of Shihan, I will help him gather the hearts of the people. I hope that all the elders will help Yukong."

Yan Ningshan nodded gently and said, "I will go to the Meng family to borrow the Book of Doing My Best."

"Thank you, grandfather." Yan Yukong said.

Yan Ningshan smiled slightly.

In the endless starry sky, a hundred-mile-long dragon was galloping. No one knew what means it had. Whenever it approached a star, it would instantly move to the vicinity of another star. After flying for a while and approaching a new star, it would continue to move to the vicinity of the next star, and this continued.

Using stars as stones, paving the road in the starry sky.

A sneer appeared on the corner of the dragon's mouth.

"The eight great saints of the demon clan are about to return. Now we will join forces with the demon clan. When the demon clan breaks through the Two Realms Mountain, this saint can help in advance and establish a friendship. As for Fang Yun, when I return to Shengyuan Continent from the Ancestral Emperor Ruins, I will definitely make you look good! Unfortunately, the Demon King only got this star road and the Ancestral Emperor Ruins by chance, and did not know the details of the Ancestral Emperor Ruins. He only knew that it was a large arena or a place for cultivation. If there is really a treasure, then this saint can get rid of the control of the East China Sea Dragon Palace and form a domain of his own."

The distant demon world.

The Demon King sat on the throne, looking straight ahead, his eyes changing unpredictably, as if the sun rose and the moon set, and the wind and clouds surged.

At this time, an ape demon king hurriedly ran outside the door.

"Your Majesty, the Demon King, there is a result! During the great sacrifice of the Luan Mang clan, the saints prayed to the ancestor god of Luan Mang to patrol the sky. The ancestor god of Luan Mang responded and pointed out that the Blood Mang Realm is in the Taiqi Star Region. The twelve demon saints have set out to search! The Blood Mang Realm is not like other ancient places of the human race that have been covered by the power of Confucius, and there will be no mistakes!"

"Has that old thing Ao Zhou gone to the ruins of the ancestor emperor?" The voice of the Demon King echoed in the empty hall.

"Yes."

"It's a pity that the unknown ruins of the ancestor emperor were given to him."

"How about Lang Lu?"

"The final preparations are already being made. If nothing unexpected happens, the human race will take action in June or July to solve the water tribe!"

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