The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Yun couldn't help but think of a sentence in "Records of the Grand Historian: Book of Celestial Officials": The stars in the south of Zhen are called Tiankulou; there are five chariots in the chariot.

The five chariots in the history books refer to the five chariot stars in the White Tiger Seven Stars. In legend, these five stars represent the chariots of the five ancient emperors.

The White Tiger Seven Stars are dedicated to killing, and the arrival of any star power from the Five Chariots is extraordinary.

Fang Yun figured out the source of star power and checked the talent. It took only three breaths for the Black Mist General to appear and leave, and the talent consumed was very little.

"To deal with a scholar, there is no need to use the Mist Butterfly." Fang Yun glanced at Xun Zong's body and looked at the Xun family.

"Next."

The three words Fang Yun said were extremely simple, but they made the Xun family members feel cold behind their backs. Who dared to be the next headless Xun Zong?

Several members of the Xun family rushed to collect Xun Zong's body. The Xun family doctor was among them. When passing by Fang Yun, he muttered, "It's useless even if the medical scholar comes."

Sheng Zhoumu walked over with a gloomy face and said, "Fang Yun, you are too cruel! But in a literary fight, you actually used such a heavy hand."

Fang Yun looked at Sheng Zhoumu and said nothing.

At this moment, Mo Shan suddenly took out the conch shell, supplemented by the power of tongue thunder, and spread the previous conversation between Fang Yun and Xun Zong throughout the city, letting everyone know that Fang Yun did not want to fight a literary battle, and even warned before the literary fight, but Xun Zong not only did not listen, but also thought he could beat Fang Yun.

Fang Yun stood there quietly, not wanting to say a word.

Sheng Zhoumu took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and finally said, "The ninth game, start!"

Fang Yun immediately looked at the young man who came over.

Fang Yun knew that this person must be extraordinary, and it is very likely that he is a genius that the Xun family focuses on cultivating, so he observed carefully.

This man has something in common with the scholar-official. He is tall, his skin is fair because he is not often exposed to the sun, and he has many scars on his body. He seems to be from the ancient land of Shihan.

This man has a simple and dull demeanor, but his eyes are full of spirituality, as if all the stars in the sky are gathered in his eyes.

"Xun Zhixing, meet Fang Zhenguo." Xun Zhixing bowed and bowed, showing full courtesy.

Fang Yun also returned the greeting.

Although Xun Zhixing looked simple and honest, there was no smile on his face. He looked a little stupid. He looked at Fang Yun woodenly and said, "I am not as good as you in poetry and literary courage, but my talent is worse than that of ordinary people. I will compete with you in talent."

"Then let's compete in talent." Fang Yun said.

"I have lived in the ancient land of Shihan for many years, and I like wind the most, so I will attack you with my talent as wind. Please give me more advice." Xun Zhixing bowed again.

"You're welcome. Xun is wind, belonging to wood, and metal overcomes wood. I will use my talent to transform into a sword to deal with it." Fang Yun found that among all the Xun family members who had fought with him in literary battles, only this person was different. He didn't know whether it was because he looked honest and dull, or because this person really had no hostility.

"Please."

"Please."

Then, the light shield of the Holy Temple enveloped the two people.

Talent is invisible and cannot directly form power like a literary courage, but with the help of the Holy Temple, talent can be directly transformed into external power, or form a talent impact, or form a talent shape. In addition, talent must rely on the Yuanli of heaven and earth to be transformed into war poems and other powers to play a role.

There is no need for pen and ink to fight talent. The two stood empty-handed, five feet apart. Xun Zhixing blinked, his eyes became brighter, and then an inch of talent in his body surged out, and with the help of the power of the Holy Temple, it turned into a blue tornado.

The tornado that the talent of an ordinary scholar can turn into is only four or five stories high, but Xun Zhixing's talent tornado is more than twenty stories high, and it is extremely thick, exuding a kind of king in the wind, destroying the world.

"Talent is like water!" Many people cried out.

"My Qing country is saved! He is worthy of being the genius of the Xun family, and worthy of being the finale of the ninth game! It can be said in advance that Fang Yun failed in the battle of the state."

"As expected of a genius from the ancient land of Shihan, this person must have had a great adventure in the ancient land, so that his talent is so powerful. Even many university scholars are just talents like fog, and his talent is like water when he was a scholar. When he became a university scholar, he must be a shock to the world."

Li Fanming didn't like the Qing people who looked like they were about to win, and said: "Fang Yun is so strong in literary courage, it is not impossible that he can be as talented as water."

"Fang Yun's talent turned into a sword, and the momentum is indeed good, but it seems to be comparable to Xun Zhixing's."

Li Fanming looked hurriedly.

A three-foot-long green sword was suspended in front of Fang Yun. The sword body was bright, the sword light was like the moon, and the blade was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through everything.

Fang Yun did not focus on his sword, but looked at Xun Zhixing's talent tornado in surprise, feeling a strange power contained in it, which was very powerful.

If it takes another two months to completely digest the gains from the Holy Ruins and the light of Wenquxing, Fang Yun has full confidence to defeat Xun Zhixing's talent tornado, but now he has just left the Holy Ruins, too much power has not been digested, and he can't compare with this genius who has tempered his talent for at least ten years.

Fang Yun's mind flashed the picture of the ancient demon inheritance, and said: "Brother Xun, have you ever seen a blue diamond with many star-like light spots in the diamond?"

Xun Zhixing showed a little curiosity and said: "When I was young, I picked up a beautiful stone you said, and I liked it very much. I wore it on my body to sleep, and then... my mentor warned me not to tell."

Fang Yun smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, there are not many people in this world who know what this thing is, but I congratulate Brother Xun, for being able to get this thing is a good thing for a half-sage. You are now the only one who can give full play to the power of it. As your level increases, this object will give you stronger power."

"Even if you say that, I still want to win against you." Xun Zhixing's tone was firm, but the tornado that swept towards Fang Yun slowed down slightly.

Fang Yun shook his head and said: "I can beat you in the future, but today, we are at most a draw, and I am more likely to lose. That...thing of yours is too magical."

A look of guilt flashed in Xun Zhixing's eyes, and he said, "I'm sorry, I won you with foreign objects."

Fang Yun said calmly: "It was indeed a foreign object originally, but it has integrated with you and become part of your own strength. It is no longer a foreign object. This is one of the reasons why our human race remains standing. If I lose, then Please accept my last sword."

The people of Qing State were extremely happy and cheered. It seemed that Xun Zhixing had won, and Fang Yunwen Dou Yizhou was going to fail.

However, many Qingguo people were happy and put aside the barriers between countries and praised Fang Yun.

A Qingguo official said: "Look at the fortune of this family. It was obvious that they were going to lose. They were neither angry nor surrendering without a fight. If nothing else, they just accepted the defeat calmly. This really put the Xun family under pressure." Go down. Whoever says that Fang Yunwen will dominate Yizhou in the future, I will be as convinced as Fang Yun is now."

"This Xun Zhixing's talent may be the best among all scholars, but combined with his talent, literary courage and other aspects, he is far inferior to Fang Yun. Although Fang Yun lost, it is still an honor."

"It can indeed be said that it is glorious even in defeat."

Fang Yun calmed down, closed his eyes, and opened them quickly. Two full moons appeared in his eyes. His sword of talent was like a silver lightning, hitting Xun Zhixing's tornado of talent.