The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

On the white avalanche slope, two rows of green pine trees opened up a path that stretched for more than 60 feet, allowing people to run up quickly.

"One person's poem calls seven people to the tree, and we have a chance to reach the top!"

"The poem can reach sixty feet when it is first written, and it can reach more than thirty feet when it is written later. The possibility of reaching the top in the end is extremely high!"

"Those monsters are really miserable."

Several people ran and looked around.

The twelve monsters in front were the most unlucky. When the "green pines were straight and straight" was formed, the pine trees emerging from the ground pushed the six monsters off the ground, making it impossible for them to hold on to the ground. Then "wait until the snow melts". The force of "time" formed, and the snow water, which was more turbulent than an avalanche, rushed down, immediately causing injuries all over their bodies and causing them to fall down at a very fast speed.

And those monsters and barbarians who were waiting for opportunities behind the human race were also destroyed.

The holy monsters were better off, and had strong energy and blood to protect themselves even if they were hit, but the ordinary monsters were in dire straits.

Fang Yun saw with his own eyes that several monsters following the Tiger Barbarian Holy Son were instantly shattered by the snow water that broke through their energy and blood protection.

The power of this avalanche is not formed naturally, but is formed under the action of the comet corridor. It can maintain high speeds both on the top of the mountain and at the bottom of the mountain. The density of the snow water is at least five times that of ordinary snow, and the destructive power is increased even more.

The snow water quickly condensed into broken ice. At that speed, the broken ice was indistinguishable from rocks, causing all the monsters behind the human route to be severely damaged.

"It's not a war poem that's better than a war poem!" Han Shoulu praised.

Everyone quickly ran to the end of the new road. Fang Yun continued to give orders. Everyone used their remaining talents to repeat the previous poems, turn the imaginary into reality and continue to move forward.

After a while, everyone looked at Fang Yun. Now it was his turn.

"It's better to sing this song with the heavy snow pressing down on the green pines. Don't let your talent go to waste."

Fang Yun nodded and repeated "Green Pine". Because it was not the first call, the power was reduced by half, but it still stretched for more than thirty feet. The poem still made everyone feel amazing. The gloomy and green pine tree simply towered over the sky and swept away everyone's everything. of pessimism.

Everyone continued to climb, and every time it was Fang Yun's turn to rewrite "Green Pine", everyone became more hopeful.

After the three holy sons of the demon tribe, several saint sons and a few demon barbarians from the holy clan climbed to the top. After the wolf barbarian saint son Lang Li reached the top, he said something to Niu Man, a saint clan next to him, and then rushed towards him. Yun Yin smiled sinisterly and left quickly, disappearing into the third corridor.

Fang Yun and others hurried on, not paying attention to the monsters.

Not long after, all the people raised their heads and looked up the slope, and saw the demons and barbarians from the holy race suddenly roaring one after another, and simply talking in demonic language that everyone could understand. Everyone listened clearly and changed their expressions.

"No! Too many demons and barbarians have been killed or injured because of us, and they actually want to imitate us! Fang Yun, please find a way!" Li Fanming shouted softly.

Everyone looked up and saw that the last thirty or so holy demon barbarians began to gather quickly above the human race. Those who came were all blood demon barbarians from the demon world, while those saint star star demon barbarians stayed far away.

Those blood monsters suddenly began to release a large amount of energy and blood, forming a blazing force that melted the surrounding snow.

Fang Yun's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of urgency in his eyes, because the more than thirty saint demons released their energy and blood with all their strength, turning a large amount of snow into water, and then condensed it into ice.

The demonic barbarian is actually trying to treat others in their own way.

The falling snow turns into broken ice. Only a very small amount of snow turns into broken ice now. If it is not stopped, at most a hundred breaths later, more than half of the snow ahead will turn into broken ice. By then, even if there is heavy snow pressing down on the green pine trees, Even if it has strength, it will be instantly destroyed by a large amount of broken ice.

Several people were horrified that so many saints and demons had joined forces. If the stone lions guarding the Comet Corridor did not stop them, everyone would surely die.

"Sure enough, we can't underestimate the demons and barbarians of the Holy Clan!"

Fang Yun took a deep breath and picked up his pen to write.

"It's cold and the flowers are as sharp as a knife, and a green one reaches the sky. I don't know if the ice and snow are the color of winter, but I can see the catkins floating in the spring."

There seemed to be a brief calm ahead, and then all the ice and snow was blown up by an invisible force, becoming light and flying to both sides like catkins.

The holy monsters in front were as light as catkins and ice and snow, fluttering to both sides and no longer threatening Fang Yun and others.

Everyone was overjoyed.

"What a poem! Especially in the line 'I don't know that ice and snow are the color of winter', the contempt for the cold winter between pines and cypresses is immediately apparent."

"First, I compare snowflakes to viburnums, which seem beautiful in winter but are like razor blades. Then I turn my pen and write about the state of pines and cypresses. I don't take the snow and ice as knives in my eyes at all, but just regard them as catkins. This heroic reversal of the season is worthy of the praise. It’s really proud of snow!”

"We've passed the third corridor!" Yan Yukong said with a smile.

Without the obstruction of the Saint Clan and the Demon Clan, the road ahead will be extremely smooth. Although the talents are getting less and less, everyone is full of confidence because there is good luck.

Finally, everyone finally climbed up the avalanche slope.

The moment they stepped onto the top of the mountain, everyone let out a long breath.

Shitang simply sat down on the ground and said, "I'm too tired. I'll take a rest first."

"Alas, my talent has been exhausted." Li Fanming said, then sat on the top of the mountain.

"I don't have much talent left. I can only write one more poem at most." Han Shoulu said with a smile.

Everyone sat down one after another. It was only at this time that many people realized that their bodies had reached their limits and they did not want to stand up again after sitting down. These people were vaguely afraid. Climbing a long slope of twenty miles had already exhausted their physical strength, and they had to constantly endure the coldness of the snow. Now their energy was about to dry up. If there was a slight accident, everyone might die in an avalanche.

Not even the few demon barbarian generals from the holy race could withstand the impact of the avalanche, let alone the human race without cultural treasures, they had no chance of survival.

As Jia Jing'an sat down, he kept gasping for air. His body had been injured by the strange chill in the snow. He could only get up with all his strength. Now the breath was exhausted and he was in so much pain that he couldn't even walk.

Like Jia Jing'an, more than half of the people were severely injured and lightly beat their legs.

Everyone looked down and saw that all the monsters who tried to hinder them were swept away by the power of poetry and were slowly climbing up at the foot of the mountain or on the mountainside. At the bottom of the hillside, there were more than a dozen corpses of monsters and a large number of corpses. Broken pieces.

"Evil will be punished! They will climb again, and their physical strength and blood will be greatly consumed. At least half of those who could climb the avalanche slope will fail."

"Great pleasure."

"Guess what Xun Ye is thinking?"

Everyone looked at Xun Ye down the hillside, and saw that he was looking at the top of the hill with wide eyes. His face was whiter than snow, as if he had been frozen, and he had not moved for a long time.

The star demon barbarians beside Xun Ye were laughing and laughing, mocking Xun Ye for being a fool. If he had followed him at that time, he could have climbed to the top of the slope with his eyes closed even without exerting any effort. But now they can only watch others enter from the bottom of the hillside. The fourth corridor, get more benefits.

Not long after, Xun Ye felt that all the people were looking at him. His face was filled with shame. He turned around to avoid everyone's eyes and took out the ice stone.

Ten breaths later, the ice stone turned into white light and enveloped him, sending him back to the square before.

Before leaving, Xun Ye clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice.

"You will not succeed! If you fight against the three holy sons of demons and barbarians, you will all die here! The one who becomes the King of Stars must be one of the three holy sons. If he becomes the King of Stars, he can kill all the comets with his fingers. All the monsters in the corridor, I must leave the Comet Corridor before the Star King appears!"

Yan Yukong pointed at the monsters below and said: "This avalanche literary meeting, although it is a battle between us and hundreds of blood monsters, has blocked the possibility of more than half of the blood monsters passing through the third corridor. At least we can Reducing the appearance of three demon kings is equivalent to saving tens of thousands of people! Please remember, this is the result of our combined efforts, and more than half of our success lies in Fang Yun!"

Kong Delun immediately took out a purple-black fruit from the jellyfish, like a larger plum, but with a faint white light on the surface.

"It was agreed before that whoever has the most credit for crossing the avalanche slope will be given to him. This is yours. If anyone has any objections, I will kick him down the avalanche slope!"

Amid the laughter of everyone, Confucius handed the longevity fruit to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun took the longevity fruit and threw it to Li Fanming.

"You used the Blue Blood Pill Heart once when you were in the Star Demon Village. You lost ten years of life. Take it immediately to make up for it. We will continue to walk along other corridors." Fang Yun said.

Li Fanming held the longevity fruit and wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded vigorously, said thank you, and then ate the longevity fruit silently.

Waves of surging vitality of heaven and earth emanated from his body, impacting everyone around him like gentle air waves. Li Fanming's skin suddenly turned red and white, and the sweat on his head was steaming like white mist.

This was the first time that Fang Yun saw someone eating longevity fruit and looked at him carefully.

Hua Yuqing then handed Li Fanming a pill and said, "Taking this pill after eating can increase the effectiveness of the longevity fruit by 10%."

Li Fanming nodded and took the medicine immediately after eating the longevity fruit.

Then Yan Yukong and others took out the lottery numbers they had agreed upon and handed them to Fang Yun. Zong Wude only said that there were lottery numbers before, but didn't say anything. He picked at Yinjiang Beili for a long time and handed one to Fang Yun. A small cloth bag as big as a palm.

"Take it," Zong Wude said.

Fang Yun nodded and put the cloth bag directly into his own Jiangbei. It is not suitable to open other people's gifts in person in Shengyuan Continent. However, Fang Yun was curious about Zong Wude's winnings and "had a look" through Yin Jiangbei.

Fang Yun was stunned after seeing what was in the bag. After staying for a while, he seemed to understand something and sighed: "Brother Zong, you don't have to be like this."

Zong Wude smiled slightly and said: "What I owe you must always be repaid."

Everyone was curious, but they were afraid of touching their privacy, so they didn't ask any questions.

"Let's go to the next square to rest, and then prepare to cross the fourth corridor! With this experience of the Comet Corridor, I will be more confident about my trip to study after the palace examination next year!"

"This year's tribute examination will select the Jinshi, and next year's palace examination will select the top scholar, and then some of the Jinshi will enter the university. We will definitely meet in the academy, and we will encourage each other."

"The results of the imperial examinations are released in the tenth month of the golden autumn. I wonder which ten of last year's Jinshi will become this year's top pick."

Everyone was talking and walking.

Fang Yun listened to their discussion.

The imperial examinations in Shengyuan Continent are rather strange, especially the Beijing examination for admission to Jinshi, which is actually divided into two times, spanning nearly a year.