The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

In the surprised eyes of the crowd, the two-story-tall giant Whale King smiled at Fang Yun and said, "Fang Maocai, I'm late, sorry." After that, he raised his foot and stepped hard on the head of the dragon man.

"Puff!"

The Whale King stepped on the dragon man to death, and the silly smile on his face did not change at all.

The scene was in chaos, and everyone hurried away, still unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

Yang Yuhuan subconsciously hid behind Fang Yun.

Fang Yun stared blankly at the extremely strong body of the Whale King, still did not understand what was going on, thinking that today he had realized the cruelty of the demon clan, and killing a dragon man was like stepping on an ant.

The little fox was even more confused than Fang Yun. He was clearly ready to scratch the bad guy to death with his little claws, but how come the bad guy was beaten to death before he could do anything?

Fang Yun said puzzledly: "I don't seem to know His Excellency the Whale King."

"Now I know you. I heard that you taught the Qingjiang Jiao King a lesson? Well done, I wanted to beat it up a long time ago!" The smile on the Whale King's face remained unchanged.

Fang Yun guessed that it might be related to writing the emperor's poem, so he said politely: "Thank you, Whale King."

Whale King smiled and said: "I will help you kill people and monsters, how about you give me the original manuscript of "Magpie Bridge Fairy"? "

Fang Yun looked up at the Whale King, thought for a moment, looked around, and asked in a low voice: "What is the price for killing Zuo Xiang?"

Whale King said: "Zuo Xiang has great Confucian literary treasures and great Confucian true texts, I can't kill him. But if you give me another national poem, I will find my eldest brother and kill him together." After saying that, he crossed his arms and put on a proud look.

"I just asked about the price, don't get me wrong." Fang Yun smiled.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you have good poems and texts, you can come to me to kill people at any time! I'm good at it! Well, I'll leave first. In the future, call my name in Yinlong Pavilion, and I can appear at any time, except when I sleep." The Whale King was still smiling.

"When do you usually sleep?"

"July 7 to August 15."

The people around him were at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

The body of the Whale King disappeared, along with the young dragon man. The other dragon men were so scared that they sat on the ground, not daring to say a word. They were the only ones who knew how terrible the blood and qi in the Whale King was. It was like a knife on their necks.

The dragon men said nothing, watching Fang Yun leave silently, with the fear in their eyes getting deeper and deeper. The Whale King was so powerful, and it was not necessary to mention what it meant for Fang Yun to be treated like this by the Whale King.

"Go back and tell all the dragon men not to mess with Fang Yun and Fang Maocai, including his followers!"

The Yinlong Pavilion returned to normal, but the two armored ox carts outside the east gate of Dayuan Mansion were a little abnormal.

The two armored ox carts slowly slowed down, and finally the armored ox pulling the cart collapsed and fell to the ground, alarming the people in the cart.

"What's going on?"

"No, why can't I hear the sound of rain hitting the carport? Oh, maybe we have reached the gate of Yuhai City."

"Were we stopped by the soldiers?"

"Don't be afraid, Fang Yun can't do anything to us!"

"We must avenge Zicheng!"

"Cry quickly, don't let others see it!"

"Zicheng, you died so tragically!"

"Fang Yun, please don't kill us, our Liu family is wrong! We will give you whatever you want, please don't kill us all!"

"Fang Banxiang, you can force Zicheng to death, but please don't force our five-year-old child to death!"

The Liu family, wearing mourning clothes, cried and walked out of the armored ox cart, but every time a cry came out, there was one less person. In the end, more than a dozen people in the Liu family stared at the familiar city gate and the familiar three words "Dayuan Mansion" in amazement.

"What the hell! We were clearly going from Dayuanfu to Yuhai City, and we walked for a day and a night. We were only a quarter of an hour away from Yuhai City, so how come we are back to Dayuanfu?"

"Look at the sky, it's not afternoon now, but late at night!"

Liu Zizhi said nothing, with a look of panic in his eyes, secretly looking around, but the others kept talking like crazy.

"How is it possible! We were clearly going to Yuhai City, so how come we are back to Dayuanfu City?"

"Do you remember what we did?"

"Let me think, I only remember what we said when we were very close to Yuhai City, and I have forgotten everything we said afterwards!"

"I can't remember anything either!"

"Mom, aren't we going to Yuhai? Why haven't we set off yet?"

"You... don't you remember that we are on the road?"

"I don't remember!"

After a while, the memories of everyone in the Liu family were confused, and everyone was confused, except for Liu Zizhi, the Juren, who remained awake.

"What's going on?"

"Help! Are we possessed by a demon?"

Liu Zizhi finally couldn't help it and shouted loudly: "Shut up! Shut up!"

Everyone was frightened when they saw Liu Zizhi's almost distorted face. Liu Zizhi was the first place in the state and the first place in the imperial examination. He also went to the capital to receive the teachings of the left prime minister. He had long reached the state of not showing his emotions, but why did he suddenly become like this?

"Zizhi, what's wrong? Are we going to Yuhai City?"

Liu Zizhi said in a low voice: "We are afraid that we have been fooled by a saint."

Everyone in the Liu family looked at Liu Zizhi as if he were a madman.

"Zizhi, are you...are you okay?"

Liu Zizhi said slowly: "You forgot, but I still remember. We were supposed to reach Yuhai City in a quarter of an hour, but now, we are inexplicably back to Dayuan Mansion, and Jia Niu is almost exhausted to death. The one who can make us return to Dayuan Mansion without knowing it must be at least a Wen Zong, or even a half-saint!"

Every member of the Liu family was extremely panicked.

"Did he...his mysterious teacher take action?"

Liu Zizhi nodded.

"Then...what should we do?"

"You go home, I'll be alone."

After Liu Zizhi finished speaking, he slowly moved away from the crowd, thinking constantly in his heart. After a while, he suddenly clenched his fists.

"Your mentor is indeed a half-saint! In this case, Zuo Xiang will surely fail, and my Liu family will never be able to turn over! Even if I pass the Jingguo exam, I will be ruined with just one word from the half-saint! Fang Yun, you are so cruel! But, I still have a chance! Shengxu will be my last chance! You will definitely enter Shengxu, and I will definitely kill you!"

Inside Yinlong Pavilion

Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan slowly persuaded her, while Xiaoying threw herself into Fang Daniu's arms and kept crying. Fang Daniu responded with gratitude to Fang Yun.

When Xiaoying's emotions stabilized, Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan left, leaving the young lovers alone.

The two returned to the Qin Club. The class had ended, and Xu Sanjue had left. The "blood mosquito" Qin also disappeared. Fang Yun secretly thought it was a pity, because he really wanted to see the scene of the blood mosquito playing, which must be extremely strange.

There were more than 300 people here, all discussing the matter of buying and selling Qin.

All the Wenbao Qins were classified. Fang Yun did not go to see the Juren Wenbao Qin, because his talent was almost ten inches, and he would soon become a Juren. It was a waste to buy a Juren Wenbao Qin now. He must buy a Jinshi Wenbao Qin.

Moreover, the Wenbao Qin is different from ordinary Wenbao. For example, a scholar cannot exert the power of a Jinshi Wenbao, but if a scholar's Qin Dao can enter a realm, he can exert part of the power of a Jinshi Wenbao Qin.

Fang Yun came to the place where the Jinshi Wenbaoqins were placed. There were ten of them, all marked with the maker, age and weight. Some also marked the owners of the past generations, and there were identification documents from the qin masters.

Because anyone can try the qin, Fang Yun tried the timbre of the ten qins in turn. The bodies of these qins were not ordinary paulownia or fir wood, but were all taken from trees in the demon world. Not only were the timbres different, but the power of the war songs would also be improved.

The strings were not ordinary silk, but all made from things from the demons. The best strings were recognized to be dragon tendons. A dragon tendon was divided into seven lines and then made into strings. The war songs played afterwards were very powerful. The strings of the holy qins and famous qins were all made of dragon tendons or dragon tendons.

Most of these Jinshi Wenbaoqins were made of the demons' peculiar silk or spider silk, which could enhance the war songs.

Fang used the method of fracture pattern theory to identify all the Wenbaoqins and found a problem, that is, the time on those identification documents was much older than the age he identified.

Looking at these Wenbaoqins, Fang Yun's heart moved, so he began to appreciate all the qins. After appreciating all of them, he found something.

"It turns out that as the Wenbaoqin's literary status increases, the cracks actually have errors! For example, the previous Wenbaoqin, I calculated based on the cracks that it was made at most two hundred years ago, but Xu Sanjue said that the actual production time of the qin was two hundred and twenty years ago!"

"Because the power of talent protects the Wenbaoqin, the cracks of the Wenbaoqin are less than those of the non-Wenbaoqin after being placed for a hundred years, but the error ratio is the same. Remember these to avoid mistakes in the future."

Finally, Fang Yun selected a Jinshi Wenbaoqin and found the owner of the Wenbaoqin, who was a scholar in his thirties.

"But Hong Cheng Hongqinyou?" Fang Yun asked with a smile.

"That's right." The scholar stood up.

"I want to ask if you want to exchange your harp for something else besides the four Juren Wenbao? I have the dragon horn of the Jiao King. How about cutting off a part of it and exchanging it with you?"

Hong Xiucai shook his head and said, "I will only exchange it for four Juren Wenbao, and I specify the four types. Unless you give me a whole Jiao King dragon horn, I will not exchange it."

Fang Yun smiled and said, "A complete Jiao King dragon horn can at least exchange for a Hanlin Wenbao harp, and almost three Jinshi Wenbao harps. I can't exchange it."

"Alas... I'm sorry, I'm too greedy, but I can't do anything." Hong Xiucai looked worried.

Fang Yun said: "How about this, you wait here for me, I will go find the four kinds of cultural treasures of the Juren, and once I find them, I will come to exchange them with you. If I can't find them, I will come back and tell you."

"Okay. I will wait for you for two hours! If you don't come back within two hours, it will be as if nothing happened."

"Okay!"

Fang Yun immediately recalled the map, and then went to the Cultural Treasure Street in Yinlong Pavilion with Yang Yuhuan. There were many large shops on that street, and each shop was a time-honored brand in Shengyuan Continent, and almost all of them were owned by semi-saint families.

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