The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Not everyone in the Mingyue Tower in Xun County admitted their mistake. There were still some people who held their heads high, with only anger in their eyes, not panic.

These people are all members of the Xun family, including two Hanlin officials, seven Jinshi scholars, and more than twenty scholars.

"It's worthless! A mere Fang Yun and Tianyi chant actually scared you like this!"

Hanlin, who was the first to admit his mistake, said: "We are not the Xun family, so we cannot be protected by the Ya Sheng. Naturally, this is the only way. Even if you are the Xun family, not everyone may be protected by the Xun Sheng."

Na Hanlin finished speaking and left quickly.

"Nonsense! Ancestor Xun's power spreads all over Xun County, and half-saints are unable to fly even here. How can a mere recitation of God's will harm us Xun family members?" said Hanlin of the Xun family.

The eyes of those Xun family scholars flickered, while those of the Xun family members showed panic.

"Sixth Uncle, nothing like this has ever happened to the Xun family. Ancestor Xun will definitely protect you, the Hanlin, but can he protect us, the elites?"

Uncle Xun Liu said solemnly: "Back then, a great demon king who was eager for revenge carried the blood-dropped incarnation of the demon saint and wanted to rush into our Xun County to kill people. He was killed before he even entered the city gate! If Fang Yunwen gets five points, Rainbows or even six rainbows, the chanting of God's will is extremely powerful. Xunzu's power may not protect you, but the mere three rainbows are not taken seriously by our Xun family!"

"Uncle Liu said yes!" Everyone in the Xun family said yes.

Ji Mengxian said from the side: "The recitation of God's will is not a sure-fire situation, nor does it mean that you will die if you are inferior to others. As long as you understand the meaning, you can read the entire text without being punished! I admit that I, Mr. Ji Meng, can't write the holy pen yet. It’s a rating article, but I don’t believe that I can’t even read the article on Juren!”

"Brother Ji is a great talent. He deserves to be the top pick in last year's high school! In fact, Sanhong's articles at the level of introduction are rare for others, but not necessarily for you, Brother Ji."

"I will never give in!"

"We must fight against Fang Yun to the end, otherwise he will think that we have no one in the Qing Dynasty!" After a Jinshi finished speaking, he realized that he had made a mistake. He actually used "fight" against the Juren, which really destroyed his prestige.

A young member of the Xun family snorted coldly and said: "Fang Yun, this idiot, thinks that with the Holy Pen rating, he can do whatever he wants. He is really a frog in the well! Those semi-saint families may have to make sacrifices in person to gain power, but we wait It is a Yasheng family with a rich foundation that is far beyond what Fang Yun, an upstart, can imagine!"

"Okay, just say a few words. You look more like a nouveau riche than Fang Yun!" Uncle Xun Liu glared at his nephew. As a military official, although he didn't like Fang Yun, he didn't want to see his son so arrogant.

After saying that, Uncle Xun Liu glanced out the window, with a flash of regret in his eyes. He originally didn't want to host this literary meeting to attack Fang Yun, but in order to get the attention of the elders of the Xun family, he had to go into battle in person, even sacrificing his old face. Attack Fang Luck. Who would have thought that this would be the result. After today, the literary reputation of the Xun family and Qingguo will be reduced by at least 10%, which is more serious than the literary pressure of a state.

Suddenly, Uncle Xun Liu felt chills all over his body, and then he felt a familiar and warm force envelope him, dispelling the chill.

Uncle Xun Liu hurriedly scanned the crowd, and saw the young Juren who had just scolded Fang Yun for being stupid shouted: "Uncle Six, help me..." Then he closed his mouth, his eyes were dull and motionless.

"Not good!" Uncle Xun Liu exclaimed.

The Xun family's Hanlin and the six Jinshi were all shrouded in a faint white light, but the other people who did not admit their mistakes were not so lucky. Most of the Xun family's candidates were seen in a state of sluggishness, and one Jinshi turned out to be the same as these candidates. .

Not only the Xun family, but some people who were lucky just now did not admit their mistakes and fell into sluggishness, including last year's Qingguo champion Ji Mengxian.

Dozens of people kept vomiting blood, and the ground was stained red with a lot of blood.

"Fang Yun!" Sixth Uncle Xun cried out loudly, his eyes about to burst.

A Xun family scholar suddenly burst into tears. He knelt down in the direction of the Xunzi Temple and shouted loudly: "Xunzu! Have you given up on my descendants of the Xun family? Please help me, Xunzu! I am willing to give up my Wendanwen Palace to protect you." The rest of the Xun family."

A shocking scene happened. The white light on the body of this Xun family scholar dissipated. However, those who were caught in the recitation of God's will did not change and were still vomiting blood.

Subsequently, the Xun family scholar fell into recitation of God's will and soon began to vomit blood.

All sober people are afraid!

This is Xun County, the fiefdom of the Xun family. Not far away is Xunzi's temple, as well as Xunzi's former residence, which contains the literary world that Xunzi transformed after his death. But here, the power left by Xunzi gave up on the descendants of the main family. !

Uncle Xun Liu sighed, looked at the Jinshi old man and burst into tears, and said: "You are confused! It is right to save relatives and friends, but you must also take time! Since the Xun family is wrong, they should be punished. The power of Xunzu to protect us is to see We are related by blood, but you are just a Jinshi and you don't know what's good or bad. If you make mistakes again and again, how can Xun Zu continue to protect you?"

Uncle Xun Liu walked out in despair, wiping his face full of tears with his long sleeves.

Those who were awake were too frightened to move. In the originally bustling Mingyue Tower, more than 40 people stood blankly, vomiting blood constantly. It was bloody and weird.

"Bang……"

There was a sudden explosion from the head of a lifted man. The man opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. Then two eyeballs flew out, blood sprayed from the eye sockets, and he fell to the ground, breathless.

The waiters and maids in Mingyue Tower were so frightened that they didn't know what to do. Several timid maids rolled their eyes and fainted.

Everyone was even more frightened. Unexpectedly, this person was so unlucky that Wen Dan and Wen Gong exploded completely.

Afterwards, the crisp cracking sound of the literary bile and the dull cracking sound of the literary palace were heard one after another. At first glance outside Mingyue Tower, one thought that someone inside was setting off firecrackers.

The literary palaces of more than forty people were either broken or broken.

"Don't mess with Fang Yun in the future!" The same thought came to everyone present.

One after another people fell.

"Look, Ji Mengxian is different from others!" someone said softly.

Everyone looked at the Qingguo's top pick last year, and there was no blood at his feet!

"If he survives God's will and chants, it proves that there are people in Qingguo who are not inferior to Fang Yun!" A Juren who was discouraged just now became excited.

"Yes! Brother Ji, you are our only hope of Qingguo. Hold on! Hold on! If you lose, our Qingguo literary name will be suppressed by Fang Yun alone! We can let him suppress a state, but we cannot let him suppress me. One country!”

"Mengxian, hold on!"

Suddenly, a person sang loudly: "How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you! Wang Xing is my master, and I have my spear! I share the same enemy with you! How can I say that I have no clothes..."

Everyone sang along with the ancient poems in the Book of Songs, which are also war poems that every scholar knows.

In the Mingyue Tower, more than 300 people sang in unison, like soldiers on an expedition, sad, sad, but majestic!

"How can I say that I have no clothes..."

Everyone sang war poems over and over again, hoping that Ji Meng could first fight against Jing Guo's demonic and terrifying Juren.

"Wow……"

Ji Mengxian suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood.

The sound stopped suddenly.

"There is still hope! His literary courage is still there!"

"The dream is undefeated, we will not stop! Please sing together to strengthen our Qingguo power and fight against powerful enemies together!"

"How can I say that I have no clothes..."

Everyone sang loudly together, not only the literati, but also the waiters, maids, chefs, etc.

"puff……"

Ji Mengxian vomited blood again, twice in a row.

The voice weakened.

"Continue! Meng Xian is undefeated! How can I say that I have no clothes..." A scholar sang loudly with a cry.

Hundreds of people, with red eyes, continued to chant and chant.

Suddenly, Ji Meng opened his eyes first and roared with all his strength, with veins on his neck exposed.

"I... have committed a serious crime! I have committed a serious crime! God is punishing me. It is not the fault of luck!"

Ji Meng finished speaking first, looked up to the sky, vomited blood, and fell backwards.

Before the back of his head hit the ground, there was a sound louder than the sound of everyone's bile shattering.

"Crack!"

Ji Meng fell heavily to the ground first and fell unconscious.

The people of Qing State looked at Ji Mengxian and fell into deep despair.

"I can plead guilty, but Qingguo cannot be humiliated! I want to kill Fang Yun! Kill Fang Yun!" A Juren who had admitted his mistake before rushed out frantically, but before he could run out of the door, his head exploded.

The rating of the Holy Pen cannot be doubted. If you make the same mistake again and again, you will be an unforgivable sin!

A brief moment of silence was followed by soft cries, slight at first, but growing louder and more numerous.

"Qingguo, it's over! I've been completely suppressed by Jingguo! It's over! Wuwuwu..." A scholar of seventeen or eighteen years old squatted on the ground and cried loudly.

The number one scholar of one country was forced to confess his crime and bow his head by the leader of another country, and even fell to the ground. There was no longer any suspense about his literary reputation.

"An imperial examination shattered my dream of Qingguo Huangliang; overnight, it seemed like a whole other world." A Jinshi looked at the bloody Mingyue Tower and stumbled out.

Everyone looked at this place in confusion. The Jinshi was right. Everything yesterday was like a dream, and the previous decades were also like dreams. At this moment, the dream woke up.

"That's it! That's it! No more fighting, no more fighting! I will go guard the border tomorrow. Fertile soil does not cultivate courage..." A Jinshi tore a corner of his robe, threw it away, and left Mingyue Tower.

"No wonder Shijun is obviously from Qingguo, but after the Mid-Autumn Festival, he went to Liangjie Mountain because of Fang Yun. Don't fight with Fang Yun. If you can't fight, he will be merciful this time, and he will not be soft again in the future... I, Qingguo, have made mistakes all these years after all..." A Hanlin suddenly took off his miter, took away his bun, and left with his hair disheveled.

The literati present were even more sad. Although Hanlin did not say it directly, his underlying meaning was that he believed that Zongsheng and the Zajia were wrong in their holy way. Qingguo targeted Jingguo in this way and suppressed Jingguo for decades, but in the end, Jingguo was suppressed. The country suppressed such a figure and almost single-handedly overthrew the Qing Kingdom.

If Qingguo did not suppress Jingguo, would Jingguo become more prosperous? Will they go straight into the grassland and wipe out the barbarians?

No one spoke, there was silence.

Jingguo, state liberal arts college.

Chen Zhiyuan left, but the ninety-nine people on the list entered the Prefectural Literary Academy with Gezhou Mu, put on formal black mountain peak clothes, wore scholar swords, worshiped the holy temple and the saints again, and obtained heavenly honors. Decrease talent.

Tomorrow, we will go to Shushan.