The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The Ten-Nation Competition was extremely time-consuming, and the time was never fixed. The longest "Traveling Ten Thousand Miles" was full of obstacles and lasted for ten days and nine nights, causing many people to sleep outside the gates of local academies for more than ten days.

Because of the help of the pen, Fang Yun's sailboat was terribly fast. After Fang Yun reached the other side of the three hundred miles, he looked back and saw no shadow of a ship.

Fang Yun got off the boat and looked ahead. The road ahead was flat, with nothing but reddish-brown land.

Then, a voice sounded in the sky.

"Assisted by the rapid march of war poems, go forward for two hundred miles with all your strength."

Fang Yun's face finally changed slightly, and he understood the theme of this "Traveling Ten Thousand Miles".

There are many questions that can be tested in the "Traveling Ten Thousand Miles", but each competition has a certain theme. Last year's theme was "cleverness", so there were piano music sailing and chess moving forward. The theme of the year before was "difficulty", and all kinds of strange terrains, such as swamps and snowfields, are common, and the blood pool of the monster tribe, the killing forest of the barbarians, the ice cave of the Ten Cold Ancient Land, etc. are all available.

The questions in this exam had been similar before, so Fang Yun guessed that the theme this time was "fast", so there were not too many obstacles, and the questions were relatively orthodox.

The voice in the literary world also spread throughout the ten countries, and everyone watching the competition in front of the huge light screen heard the third question.

The scholars of Jingguo almost said in their hearts at the same time that it was bad.

There were tens of thousands of students watching in the Jingguo Academy, and they were instantly excited after hearing this question.

"It's unfair! Fang Zhenguo is only a Juren, and the others are Jinshi. How can a Juren's war poems compare with those of a Jinshi?"

"Look at Fang Yun's face on the screen. I'm really worried for him!"

"There is a huge gap between the literary status of a Juren and a Jinshi. Even if Fang Yun's self-created poems have many precious lights, they can't compare with the war poems of a Jinshi, unless he can form a poetic soul! But poetic souls are too rare!"

"Even if he gets a poetic soul, the total talent gap is too big. Even a newly promoted Jinshi has ten times the talent of a Juren. Even if Fang Yun's talent is ten times that of an ordinary Juren, he is only equivalent to a newly promoted Jinshi."

"The advantage Fang Yun built up before has completely vanished here."

The people from all over Jingguo who watched the Ten Nations Competition cursed and almost pointed at the nose of the questioner and cursed.

Fang Yun sighed in his heart. This is unfair to him as a Juren, but it is fair to the entire competition. Things have come to this point, complaining is useless, and he can only find a way to solve it.

Fang Yun thought about the poems of the fast-moving war. If he wrote new poems of war, those with great power would require a high literary rank to write, and the other poems of the fast-moving war might not be very good, but not as good as the full-war poem "Night Attack" by the Juren.

"The golden belt is tied to the battle robe, and the horse's head rushes through the snow to Lintao. The flag is rolled up to rob the demon king's tent at night, and the barbarians are slashed without a precious sword."

Fang Yun picked up the pen and finished writing. This poem formed the original treasure light and the handed-down treasure light. Then Fang Yun wore golden armor and rode a war horse, galloping forward at a very fast speed.

If there is an enemy in front, this war poem will form a big Guandao to kill, but there is no enemy in front, and this poem is a rare full-war poem of fast-moving, protection and killing enemies, which can concentrate the power in one place.

The "fast-moving" power of this war poem is strengthened, the golden armor representing protection and the big sword representing killing enemies disappear quickly, and the war horse representing fast-moving becomes more solid and more powerful.

Many people in Jingguo thought Fang Yun would be slow, but after a closer look, they were relieved.

"As expected of Fang Zhenguo. Since this poem has two layers of precious light, its power should be 50% of the Jinshi's fast-running poems, but in his hands, the speed is 70% of the Jinshi's fast-running poems, which is really amazing."

"Then we can rest assured. Fang Yun's speed is indeed not as fast as others, but he has opened up a large distance before, and it is difficult for others to catch up with him."

"Yes. If the Jinshi of the Holy Academy can probably catch up with Fang Yun, but these Shangshe Jinshi can only catch up with Fang Yun a few miles away at most."

"The premise is that he still has enough talent. If the talent is insufficient and exhausted halfway, then the possibility of my Jingguo competing for the ninth place is very small."

Fang Yun rode the translucent war horse forward quickly, and in the eyes of the war horse, there were little stars.

The power of the Star King increased the speed of the war horse by 40%.

Time passed slowly, and after a quarter of an hour, the war horse under Fang Yun disappeared, and Fang Yun wrote a new "Night Raid" again.

Since the light screen was divided into multiple parts and not only Fang Yun was displayed, many people did not feel anything, but those experienced scholars were inexplicably surprised.

"It's so strange! The general war poems of the juren can last for two hundred breaths, about one-fifth of an hour. Even if he uses the power of the whole war poem to run fast, he can only last for half a quarter of an hour at most. But how can this "Night Attack" last for a quarter of an hour?"

"It's amazing. If he is also a jinshi, he can definitely win the first place among students with his eyes closed!"

"Look, the jinshi from those big countries are already close to the storm area."

The sky was covered with dark clouds, the wind was howling, the huge waves were surging, and dozens of ships of different sizes and shapes were moving forward.

Unlike Fang Yun who chose a small boat, these upper-class jinshi all chose larger boats to avoid capsizing, which reduced their ability to control the boats to the minimum. They could only use the brushstrokes of calligraphy to create strong winds to blow the sails forward.

Many people were talking with spring thunder in their tongues.

"Fortunately, I didn't follow Fang's example of using a small sailboat to break in. If I had followed his example, I would have been swept away by the wind and waves here."

"Yes, the big boat is a bit heavy and it is not convenient for one person to control it, but it is better than capsizing."

"I don't know what the next question will be. I hope we still have a chance to catch up with Fang Yun."

"Everyone in Qi, you won our Confucius Academy last year because of the three talented people in Qi. This year, your three talented people all went to the Holy Academy, and our Confucius Academy will compete for the first place!"

"Humph, that may not be the case!" A senior scholar in Qi snorted lightly, but the rest of the Qi people didn't care.

Xun Li of Qing said loudly: "Everyone, our Qing was only seventh last year, and we won't fight for anything. But are you, the top five countries, willing to give the first place in the competition to Fang Yun?"

A man from Qi suddenly sneered: "Since you know that Qing is only seventh, just shut up. You have no right to speak here!"

"Give? That's easy for you to say. Can you give up the first place in the competition?"

"Student, you are trying to sow discord at this time, do you think this is a child's play?"

Laughter broke out. The people here are elites from various countries. No matter their intelligence or arrogance, they will not let Xun Li lead them by the nose. Some people even think that Xun Li is insulting their intelligence, so they are particularly impolite when they speak.

Xun Li's cheeks flushed with anger, and at the same time he was a little frustrated. He found that Fang Yun had already achieved a certain level. His miracles conquered students from various countries again and again. In the past, based on his identity as a collateral branch of the Xun family, no one would laugh at him in public because of Fang Yun.

Xun Li controlled his sailboat while looking ahead, wondering what was brewing in his mind.

Fang Yun kept using the fast-paced war poem to move forward. The two hundred miles of distance was enough to exhaust the talent of ordinary scholars, but Fang Yun had a supreme literary mind. Now he was three times more talented than ordinary scholars, so he could maintain it.

The land had always been reddish-brown. Fang Yun suddenly found a line of pure black fertile soil in front of him, knowing that he was about to complete the two hundred miles of test.

Fang Yun looked back and saw twelve white figures galloping in the distance. The speed of those twelve Shangshe Jinshi was faster than Fang Yun.

Even the previous No. 1 scholar Yan Yukong was left far behind by those Shangshe Jinshi.

At this moment, the people watching the competition in Jingguo began to cheer for Fang Yun, but the other countries were cheering for their own Jinshi.

The people behind were getting closer and closer, but in the end Fang Yun was still one step ahead and arrived at the junction of the reddish-brown soil and the black soil in advance, completing the third question first.

Fang Yun looked back and saw that the fastest person was also five miles away. He breathed a sigh of relief. If he was overtaken by the person behind him, no matter how well he performed before and after, he would not be able to get the ten chips of traveling ten thousand miles.

However, this meant that he and the twelve most outstanding Jinshi of the ten countries were once again standing on the same starting line. If the Jinshi had an absolute advantage in the fourth question, then his chances of getting ten chips were extremely slim.

Fang Yun was thinking when a voice sounded in the sky.

"The first person from each academy to reach the black soil can write poems and essays about the mountain, and gain the power of turning the virtual into the real, forming a real mountain in front. The disciples of each academy must climb over the ten mountains created by other academies, and do not need to cross the mountains created by their own people."

After hearing this, Fang Yun was mixed with joy and sorrow. He was happy that the last fourth question was still about poetry and prose, which was good for him. But he was worried that he was a juren, and his talent was not as much as those Jinshi after all. And this so-called turning the virtual into the real is equivalent to using a holy page, because the holy page can not only enhance the war poems, but also has the power of turning the virtual into the real.

Fang Yun took a deep breath and suppressed his upset emotions.

"This is obviously a rare 'poem to stop the enemy', but because it does not belong to war poems, it can only be formed outside the literary world by using the sacred page to transform the virtual into the real. When it comes to chanting mountains to stop the enemy, the first thing that comes to mind is naturally the poem "The Road to Shu is Difficult". Once this poem is published, I am afraid that even great scholars or great demon kings will lose their ability to fly and can only climb honestly. However, I am just a scholar with limited talent. If I dare to write "The Road to Shu is Difficult", I am afraid that my talent will be drained after writing only a few sentences. If I don't write "The Road to Shu is Difficult", which one should I write? Famous poems?"

"Du Fu's "Viewing the Mountain"? No, Mount Tai is the first of the Five Mountains. Mount Tai in Shengyuan Continent is loved by Confucius and sealed by Qin Shihuang, so it is the first of all mountains. If I use Mount Tai to stop the enemy, I must at least be a Hanlin."

"Bai Juyi's "Ti Tianzhu Peak" is also a masterpiece of mountain poetry, but it is too magical. I have to be a Jinshi at least to use it to stop the enemy. I should find some simple poems, but they must have a strong ability to stop the enemy."

Fang Yun was thinking, and Jinshi from various countries arrived one after another.

Among the twelve Jinshi, there are no people from the three academies of Jingguo, Shenguo and Guguo. People from the other eight academies are there, including Xun Li.

As a collateral descendant of the sub-sage family, Xun Li has a narrow mind, but his talent is not far behind the top Jinshi in the academies of various countries, and he will be able to enter the Holy Academy next year.

Seeing Fang Yun right in front of him, Xun Li smiled with satisfaction.