The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Tens of thousands of ink swords flew in the sky, and finally landed on the third piece of paper.

This white paper has been dyed red by Wei Yu's blood.

The ink sword was restored into Liu Gongquan's masterpiece "Shence Military Monument", and the entire piece of paper turned into a calligraphy monument rising.

There is a faint hint of blood in this cyan stone tablet.

The full text of the "Shen Ce Jun Monument" on the monument is like a sword.

Wei Yu, who was in a pool of blood, struggled to open his eyes, looked at the monument, and said with a sad smile: "The Black Sword Blood Monument is not unfair, and the loss is not unfair at all..." After saying this, he passed out.

Fang Yun slowly walked towards the end of the lecture hall and disappeared.

Qiao Juze forgot about Wei Yu lying on the ground, forgot about the fate of leaving, and didn't care about You Nian, a Jinshi in Shangshe who had just entered the Mojian Pavilion. He raised his head, looked at the "Shen Ce Army Monument" carefully, and commented in a low voice.

"The character '国' is square and strong, showing the majesty and stability of the country. Especially the process of the center forward's writing is like a river spreading to protect the country, which is like a spring breeze!"

"If the calligraphy is too square and strong, I would suspect that the calligraphy was not created by him himself. However, the characters in this majestic article are strong but charming, hard, thin, balanced, rigorous and elegant, but they are most likely the result of his enlightenment. Create.”

"Not only are the words in a new style, but the content of this inscription is also quite impressive. If the legend is true, given time, this inscription may be of great merit."

"In line with the sentence 'Composition is passed down from time to time, and writing is not easy through the ages', this font becomes more and more meaningful the more you look at it. This article will definitely be included in "Wen Dao", I am afraid that many readers will start to learn this style of writing. If this style of writing If it spreads to a certain extent, if Fang Yun writes war poems in this style, strange phenomena will inevitably occur. "

Younian rushed over and said: "Brother Qiao, what are you talking about? These three new inscriptions were written by Fang Yun? How could Wei Yu do this? Could it be that... Fang Yun's characters turned into ink swords? Darling! Why did I Don’t come in first! Brother Qiao, please tell me what happened!”

"Go, go, don't disturb me from admiring the inscriptions!" Qiao Juze, a humble gentleman, became extremely impatient, waved his sleeves, and walked slowly towards the writing platform.

You Nian shook his head helplessly and said: "I didn't expect that I was still a step too late. Now that Fang Yun has entered the final seventh pavilion, he can't see it even if he wants to. Just wait for his final news. The three monuments in the sixth pavilion will inevitably Ten chips. In this way, his first six chips must be full! Now Yan Yukong, the tenth son of Lingyan Pavilion, can only get sixty-two chips even if he passes the seventh pavilion! As long as Fang Yun can get three advantages, he can surpass Yan Yukong!"

Qiao Juze said slowly: "Fang Yun's opponent is not the ungrown Yan Yukong, but the saints, the leaders of hundreds of schools, and the unknown."

"I would like to know how the Lei family handles this matter!" After the Jinshi finished speaking, he saw Wei Yu disappearing into the Mojian Pavilion.

In Jingguo Academy, tens of thousands of students gathered outside Lingyan Pavilion, eagerly waiting to know the outcome of Lingyan Pavilion, and even more so about the dispute between Fang Yun and Wei Yu.

Lei Yuanting, a son of the Lei family in Jingguo, watched from a distance with a gloomy face.

Since coming to Jingguo, he has always been surrounded by people. However, after being punished by the Minister of Literature for a slip of the tongue, all Jingguo students have stayed away from him. Even most of the students from other countries who came to Jingguo to study have left, and only a few have attached themselves to the Lei family. The student still stood beside him.

These students all lowered their heads, not daring to look at their classmates.

Not long ago, people from Kangshe and Liufengshe, who had failed in Danboting, appeared one after another. Lei Yuanting saw the little Duke being carried out with his own eyes.

As the key person who bets on the Dragon Stone, Lei Yuanting has always remained quite steady, but now he is getting increasingly restless.

Suddenly, a light flashed in Lingyan Pavilion, and a man whose whole body was stained with blood appeared on the ground.

"Wei Yu!" Lei Yuanting strode towards his brother-in-law, but after running only a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked at the wounds on Wei Yu's body in disbelief.

"This... you have entered the Mojian Pavilion. Only the Zihua Mojian can hurt you like this! Who, who did it! Who dares to hurt my Lei family like this! Is it Qiao Juze or Younian! Come out! Give me I'm coming out!"

Lei Yuanting said, quickly ran to Wei Yu, bent down to pick Wei Yu up, but the moment his hand touched Wei Yu's arm, a dozen translucent ink swords suddenly came out of Wei Yu's wound. It jumped out and passed Lei Yuanting's fingers.

"Chi chi chi..." Several slight sounds appeared, and Lei Yuanting saw that many of Lei Yuanting's fingers were cut off.

People nearby immediately started talking about it.

"It's the Zihua Mo Sword! Being able to bring this kind of power out of Lingyan Pavilion means that the owner of the Mo Sword has at least obtained a calligraphy monument."

"To say the least, at least two monuments can still have such strong residual power after leaving Lingyan Pavilion."

"I really don't know what Wei Yu's opponent wrote. Please carefully recall the few ink swords just now. They are full of fighting spirit and have great national prestige. They are not like ordinary people. If the power of this ink sword can leave Lingyan Pavilion, it will be enough to force Hanlin to flee in panic. ”

"Could it be that Younian is a fan of officials? He has quite a lot of official authority."

"What is his official prestige? Speaking of official prestige, the one who enters Lingyan Pavilion this time is the one who has the greatest luck in the cabinet. He will be greeted by people of the third rank wherever he goes."

"But... can Fang Yun hurt Wei Yu like this?"

"Hasn't he done something incredible?"

"It should be said that if he couldn't do this, we would be surprised."

Many students laughed and completely ignored Lei Yuanting.

Lei Yuanting screamed in pain, looked down at his broken finger, and yelled at his entourage: "Idiot, why are you still standing there? Why don't you quickly bandage my finger?"

The attendant hurriedly ran out, tore off his clothes and bandaged Lei Yuanting, but when he was about to touch Lei Yuanting, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

More than a dozen small swords, smaller and more transparent than before, flew from Lei Yuanting's wound.

Lei Yuanting was shocked and murmured to himself: "What a beast! The sword hidden in the wound has surpassed all heroes, and now it is the sword hidden in the sword. This man's pen is not only as powerful as a soldier's edge, but also more powerful." The hero of the army! With such power, he must have set up three monuments! This means that he can directly enter the seventh pavilion. What kind of strange person is hidden in Jingguo Academy? "

"Could it be luck?" A Juren whispered. He had already failed in the third pavilion.

"Impossible! There is no way he has such writing power!" Lei Yuanting said, but there was a flash of doubt in his eyes, and everyone could see that he didn't believe his words at all.

"Wait a minute, someone will come out of Mo Jian Pavilion soon."

After a while, Younian appeared outside Lingyan Pavilion and complained: "That bastard Qiao Juze said that I disturbed him in studying the inscriptions, and he forced me to withdraw three papers in a row. Such a ruthless and unjust classmate deserves no monument!"

"Brother You!" A large group of people shouted and rushed over.

"Brother You, who is the person who turned the ink sword into a sword?"

"But Fang Zhenguo?"

You young coughed and looked around.

The whole place was silent.

You Nian nodded slightly and said with spring thunder: "You are right, Fang Da's character transformed into ten thousand swords. If Mo Jianting hadn't been injured by Mo Jianting and survived, Wei Yu would have died a hundred times. However, Wei Yu's injuries are too serious for you. You see, there are no two fruits of life, and there is no difference between death and death.”

"Then...how was the process?"

Lei Yuanting on the side did not care about his broken finger and listened carefully.

Younian said: "When I went there, Wei Yu was already lying on the ground. In the process of comparing words with Qiao Juze, I roughly understood what happened..."

Younian slightly added some spice to Qiao Juze's words and told the story to everyone present with a tongue-in-cheek tongue.

After the lecture, many students were inspired with enthusiasm.

"The Black Sword and Blood Stele is something that may not be seen once in hundreds of years. It seems that not only the words themselves are extraordinary, but the inscriptions also have great murderous intent."

"After Fang Yun becomes a Jinshi, the power of the Mo Sword may be extraordinary. The power of the Mo Sword is ever-changing. If Fang Yun can obtain its essence, the Mo Sword will evolve into the legendary realm and it will be invincible in the world."

"The phrase 'I said waiting for you at Mojian Pavilion is not to give you a chance to win, but to give you a chance to admit defeat', so domineering! Except for Fang Yun and Shangshe Jinshi, not many people can say it, let alone How many people can do it?”

"Look at Lei Yuanting, the Lei family's Dragon Stone is about to disappear."

Everyone followed the sound and saw Lei Yuanting standing there with a disgraced face, holding the official seal in his hand and passing a letter to Hongyan.

Lei Yuanting ignored everyone's comments and truthfully sent what he saw and heard back to the Lei family.

In the Lei family's meeting hall, dragon aura was rippling, and the remains of a great demon king dragon were suspended in the sky above the lobby, as white as jade, running through the entire lobby.

Under the dragon bones, many stewards of the Lei family were sitting on the outside, and the key figures of the Lei family were sitting on the inside. Lei Yue, the head of the Lei family, a bachelor, had twenty-two stacks of accounts and records in front of his eyes. All are one foot tall.

Lei Yue glanced at it, and the top paper of each stack of papers immediately flew in all directions, some flew back to the steward's hands, some returned to the hands of the core family members nearby, and some flew in front of him.

He glanced slowly and slowly. Every time he glanced at it, the pages would fly up.

The number of pages gradually decreased, and not long after, another twenty-two pieces of paper flew up. Halfway through the flight, all the pages suddenly trembled, and then everything went as usual.

Everyone's eyes flickered, and then they lowered their heads, as if nothing happened.

Lei Yue raised his head, looked at the dragon bones above the main hall, and then looked at the blue sky outside the door.

Lei Yue looked to be no more than forty years old, with three thin beards and gentle eyes, like a humble gentleman.

"You guys go down first." Lei Yue said softly.

The voice was very soft, but some of the new managers were so frightened that their hands shook.

A page of paper fell, and then one of the new stewards stiffened and held his breath, not even daring to move.

Lei Yue smiled calmly, and the page suddenly flew upwards and flew back to the new steward's hands.

"Xiao Leng, you are still the same as before, careless, go ahead."

The new steward's face was red, he bowed three times to Lei Yue excitedly, and then walked out with firm steps.

The stewards left the meeting hall, leaving only fifteen people in the hall.

"Wei Yu is defeated, remember to tell the Dragon Clan that this time the Dragon Climbing Platform will be opened, the Lei family will ascend the Dragon Stone to send Fang Yun."

"Master, you must not!" An old man stopped him excitedly.