The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The volcano is not big, only as high as a twenty-story building, but it is still a volcano that carries destructive power.

A stream of black smoke erupted from the crater, covering the sky, and then burning stones erupted, dragging long tails of smoke flying down in all directions.

The magma overflowed, and red lava flowed out from the crater. The earth gradually cracked, and flames and lava containing the power of the Yingluo star continuously spewed out from it, forming a river of fire and lava, slowly extending in all directions.

Just like a world is shattered, the end is coming.

Those monsters who were originally around the volcano, whether they were monster commanders or monster soldiers, were all burned to death.

The tree roots under the volcano instantly turned to ashes, and the tree roots within fifty feet of the surrounding area burned fiercely.

In the eyes of the remaining monsters, this place has become a cemetery.

"Run..."

The demons were so frightened that they fled in all directions.

The dryad grandmother made a miserable cry, and she quickly retracted the tree roots, and even had to take the initiative to cut off the flames on the tree roots.

A large number of tree roots left the ground and clustered around the Dryad Grandma. All tree roots burned by the flames lost their ability to heal themselves. Even the parts that were actively cut off could not recover quickly.

A large number of tree roots are exposed, twisting gently, like giant brown pythons. The thinnest ones are as thick as an arm, and the thickest ones can be hugged.

Nearly one-fifth of the tree roots were charred and blackened, temporarily losing their strength.

Grandma Dryad no longer cared about those monsters and Nie Xiaoqian. She looked down at her own tree roots and shouted angrily: "Why did you summon such a powerful volcano! Where did you get your talent? Why can you control the disaster star Yinghuo! If not With the power of Yinghuo, no amount of flames will burn me!"

No one answered.

"Did we win?" asked a child.

"No." Yan Chixia bent over slightly, gently wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and clutched her waist tightly with her right hand, as if there was something hidden there.

Fang Yun kept taking deep breaths, but as a scholar, he consumed more talent than a Jinshi Zhan poem. Wen Gong kept trembling.

"Fang Yun! Do you think you have won? This is Nan Ruolin, and I am the master of this place! The volcano cannot move, but I can! Today, I will kill you all." Grandma Dryad suddenly rose up from the ground, and more The roots of the trees were exposed and the soil continued to slide away.

Bloody lines appeared on the bark of the tree demon, making her even weirder and more powerful.

"Who said the volcano can't move?" Fang Yun raised his hand and grabbed the volcano hard.

"boom……"

The volcano exploded, and a large amount of magma rushed toward the direction of the tree demon's grandmother like a flood. Everything it passed was a sea of ​​fire.

"Little Fang Yun!" Grandma Dryad was completely panicked. It was a tree demon, and the more powerful the tree demon was, the slower it walked.

Grandma Dryad backed away with all her strength while saying: "Fang Yun! You put away the volcano, I let Xiaoqian go! I let you pass through Nan Ruolin! I won't eat you anymore, and I don't want half of White Snake's moon lotus either. ! Hurry up and put away the volcano!"

Before she could finish speaking, the sea of ​​lava and fire had already rushed under her tree and submerged her roots.

"Ah..." Grandma Dryad struggled desperately in the sea of ​​​​fire, beating with tree roots, and even rolled up soil and stones to obstruct her. However, the lava containing the power of the Yinghuo star melted everything in its path, and the sand, gravel, and soil were melted in an instant. Become part of the lava.

Fang Yun looked at the tree demon grandma and said slowly: "You bitch!"

The sea of ​​lava and fire soon completely submerged the roots of Dryad Granny.

The arrogant Dryad Granny lost her connection with the earth and died completely.

"Brother Yan, please help me," Fang Yun said.

Yan Chixia smiled and said: "You really know what kind of Hanlin cultural treasure I have in my hand." After saying that, he took out a roll of bamboo slips from his pocket. The bamboo slips released a faint white mist and enveloped him, and then he quickly walked toward the tree without touching his feet. The demon grandma flew away and reached out to take down Nie Xiaoqian's ashes urn.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was still hanging on the tree, nodded slightly and turned into a ray of light and entered it.

Yan Chixia returned soon and handed Nie Xiaoqian's urn to Fang Yun.

"Thank you, brother Yan." Fang Yun put it away.

Yan Chixia smiled and said: "I know now that you planned to save Xiaoqian from the beginning. The reason why you deliberately said you would not save Xiaoqian was to give the old witch an illusion and make her believe that we wanted to rush over, not The most important thing about killing her is to prevent the old witch from using Xiaoqian to threaten us. You did it. To say thank you, I should be the one thanking you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to kill the tree even if I wasted four or five years here. Monster grandma.”

Fang Yun nodded and looked forward, losing the support of Cai Qi. The magma cooled rapidly and the volcanoes gradually disappeared. The environment changed by the volcanoes has not recovered. The surrounding earth will turn into volcanic rocks and continue to emit hot steam.

"Rest on the spot for an hour and wait until the lava has completely cooled before crossing the Half Moon Canyon."

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he took out two sets of bedding from Yinjiang Bei and spread them on the ground, then lay down on them and fell asleep.

Yan Chixia lay on another set of bedding and closed her eyes to rest.

The rest of the people surrounded the two and looked around cautiously.

In the distance, a few demon clansmen were still watching, but none of them dared to approach.

An hour later, Fang Yun and Yan Chixia woke up. Fang Yun was fine, but his talent was overused. With the starlight of Wenqu in the Wen Palace, there would be no damage.

Yan Chixia's face was ashen and her eyes were bloodshot.

Fang Yun said: "Brother Yan, your sword has been broken. With your strength, you can repair it within three years, but you may fall from the second level to the first level. Since you have friends in Hangzhou City, why not just go there to rest. You don’t have to go to Jinshan Academy with us.”

"I like to use words and swords, so I have been using it to destroy demons after I became a Jinshi, but it does not mean that I can't write poems. I have a few connections with Cai He, and I think he will give me some sympathy. Let's go, let's set off." Yan Chixia stood up and said.

"Okay!" Fang Yun stood up slowly, his body aching. He knew that fortunately his body was far better than Ju Ren. If he were an ordinary Ju Ren, he would be paralyzed now. Talent is a powerful force after all, and how much power can be mobilized only with the foundation.

Fang Yun looked around and saw that the lava in some places had not yet cooled down. After observing for a moment, he led people along the edge of the lava area towards the Half Moon Gorge.

After walking a few steps, Fang Yun discovered that there were several pieces of purple wood in the center of the volcano. It was the purple dry wood, the treasure left behind by the great demon king after his death, and it originally formed the clone of the tree demon grandma.

Yan Chixia on the side saw Fang Yun's hesitation, followed his gaze, and said with a smile: "So you want this wood, it's called Zigan wood, right? I'll get it for you." Before Fang Yun could stop him, Yan Chixia used Hanlin Wenbao to fly over, picked up the purple dry wood, and then picked out the remaining purple dry wood from the unsolidified lava.

Fang Yun looked at it from a distance, thinking that it was indeed the essence of the Great Demon King. After being burned by the lava for so long, these purple dry woods were not damaged at all, and as long as they were mentioned, the lava would flow down naturally without being stained by dust.

Not long after, Yan Chixia returned with a small pile of purple dry wood and said, "You can take them all, I will keep them for no use."

Fang Yun didn't know if he could take it out of Shushan, so he said: "Then I will accept it and thank Brother Yan."

Fang Yun took the purple dry wood and felt it was slightly cool. The lava did not leave any heat on it, and then put it all into the drinking jellyfish.

When he arrived at the entrance of Half Moon Canyon, Fang Yun looked at the giant tree that had been burnt to charcoal, and his grandma's twisted face could be vaguely seen on the bark.

"Get on the road!"

Everyone entered Banyue Gorge and appeared on the official road two hours later. Fang Yun and Yan Chixia stopped an armored ox cart and paid a high price to go to Jinshan Academy, with the rest of the people following behind.

After driving for two quarters of an hour, the coachman said, "My lords, we can't go to Jinshan Academy."

"oh?"

Fang Yun opened the door curtain and looked forward.

I saw a high cliff standing on the riverside, and there was an academy on the high cliff. However, a huge white dragon coiled over the high cliff and the academy, like a giant python entangling its prey.

Fang Yun took a closer look and realized that it was not a real dragon, but an illusion made of water.

The dragon's head is at the top, lowering its head and continuously spewing water downwards, like a big river pouring down. It can submerge a mere academy in a few breaths at most.

However, there was a golden page suspended under the water. The page exuded a faint golden light. All the water spat out by the water dragon was absorbed by the page, and not even a drop of water splashed down.

The river on the edge of the high cliff kept spewing thick water columns upwards. Each water column was filled with hundreds of soldiers and crabs, rushing into Jinshan Academy.

Fang Yun said: "We will go there and add thirty taels of silver to you!"

"Okay, sit still!" The coachman smiled brightly, jerked his armored ox, and started to accelerate.

Yan Chixia frowned and said: "The Dragon King Talisman and the Great Confucian True Text were actually used. I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to solve."

"I'll do it even if I can't be kind!" Fang Yun said firmly.

"That's all, since I promised to help you and White Snake, I will accompany you all the way to the end!" Yan Chixia said with a smile.

Not long after, the car arrived at the foot of a high cliff.

The driver jumped out of the carriage and said, "The top is Jinshan Academy. You two can go there by walking along the stone stairs."

"Thank you." Fang Yun got off the car with Yan Chixia, paid the check, lifted up his robe and was about to go up the steps, but found a man in white robe silently appearing three feet in front of him.

The man turned his back to Fang Yun and said slowly: "Huang Liang slept on a pillow for half a day. When the Nanke governor was rich and powerful, he pitifully dreamed of his family and country for thousands of years. He was in a cage and didn't know it."

Yan Chixia was puzzled, but Fang Yun broke into a cold sweat.

This is the sixth mountain of Shushan!

This is the literary world!

Fang Yun couldn't imagine that someone here would use the allusions from "The Story of the Pillow" and "The Biography of the Prefect of Nanke" that he had written to admonish him, or in other words, threaten him!

"Who are you?" Fang Yun asked with respectful hands, thoughts racing in his mind.

"Why, I can't even recognize the words that Mr. taught me!"

Fang Yun was even more sure that this person was blocking him from crossing the sixth mountain, and said: "I can naturally recognize the characters taught by the teacher, but the teacher once said that before recognizing the characters, you must first have a kind heart and a virtuous speech."

"Are you saying that I am evil and immoral?"

"I never said that. But, you are not from Shushan, how can you talk about a dream in a cage?" Fang Yun's tone remained unchanged.