The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Whenever Fang Yun practiced the piano, the mist butterfly would lie on the piano obediently, especially when playing cheerful music, the mist butterfly would dance gracefully.

At first glance, the mist butterfly is just an ordinary white butterfly, only the size of a palm, but if you look closely, you will find that its white wings are like translucent white jade, flowing with charming colors, but that charming color contains a terrifying power.

For the mist butterfly, Fang Yun even asked Zhao Hongzhuang to borrow the palace's collection of books, but Zhao Hongzhuang replied that even the Holy Academy did not have a detailed record of the mist butterfly.

Fang Yun searched through the memories of the ancient monster inheritance and could not find any specific matters about the mist butterfly, because the strange objects appeared after the decline of the ancient monsters, and there has always been controversy about the strange objects. Some people believe that the strange objects are newly born, while others believe that the strange objects are revived after billions of years of nurturing with the power of the ancient times, otherwise it is impossible to explain the horror of the strange objects.

The strange objects are naturally stronger than the human race or monsters of the same level, especially their unique properties, which are even more difficult to estimate.

Unlike humans and monsters, both need to grow and cannot force their growth. However, as long as they have the magic objects they need to grow, they will grow rapidly at an incredible speed. Even the dragon race cannot compare with them in this respect.

Since Wudie woke up, fewer and fewer people dare to approach Fang Yun.

Everyone knows that Wudie is a terrible life that can control strange wind and weak water. However, strange wind and weak water that are strong enough are forces that even the saints cannot resist.

On October 15, the bells of the academies of literature in the ten countries rang together, and the results of the palace examination were announced. The final ranking of the Jinshi in the ten countries and Kongcheng was officially determined.

It was no surprise that the top scholar of Jingguo this year fell on Ji Zhibai. He almost crushed other Jinshi in the same list in military strategy, education, government affairs and farming. Even in the entire ten countries, he was ranked in the top 20. He was a genius that Jingguo had not seen for many years.

If there were no Mohists and medical scholars among the Jinshi in the same list, Ji Zhibai would be the best in Jingguo in all aspects.

In the past, even if Ji Zhibai was the left prime minister's man, the students of Jingguo Academy would be excited and spontaneously formed a team of thousands to welcome him at the north gate based on his talent.

However, the students of Jingguo Academy seemed to have forgotten the existence of Ji Zhibai. Except for the students of Liufeng Society who went to welcome Ji Zhibai, the top scholar in the high school, back to Beijing, the other students did not go.

None of the ten students from the upper houses went.

After Fang Yun won the seventh place in the competition for Jingguo, some rumors spread in the capital.

"Ji Zhibai colluded with Qingguo to give up the upper house Jinshi and refused to participate in the Ten Kingdoms Competition, which almost led to Jingguo being suppressed by Qingguo. He is extremely evil."

Although no one could prove this news, it spread wildly in Jingguo Academy.

Ji Zhibai's palace examination results ranked first in Jingguo and top 17 in the ten countries. This was explosive news in the past, but after comparing Ji Zhibai and Fang Yun, the people of Jingguo suddenly discovered that all the achievements of Ji Zhibai over the years were not as great as Fang Yun's in the Ten Countries Competition.

What's more, Fang Yun has more achievements.

On the morning of October 15, Fang Yun was studying as usual.

At the street pavilion ten miles outside the north gate of the capital, thousands of students stood, which was similar to the scene of the top scholar returning every year.

Not long after, a team of dragon horses galloped from the north and slowed down slowly.

A white-clothed scholar with sword eyebrows and starry eyes and an upright figure sat on the horseback. He had a warm smile on his face, as warm as the afternoon sun.

Ji Zhibai glanced at the team that greeted him, and the smile on his face suddenly faded by three points, and returned to normal after a few breaths.

The team that welcomed him was mostly composed of students and scholars, but few candidates, and even fewer Jinshi candidates. It seemed that someone had paid students from various academies to fill the numbers.

Ji Zhibai got off his horse and looked towards the direction of the capital. The towering walls of the capital were clearly visible.

Ji Zhibai seemed to want to see someone in the capital.

"If you can leave Denglongtai alive, I will wait for you in the spring hunt! However, the premise is whether you can participate in the Jinshi exam this year!"

Ji Zhibai's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and then he walked towards the welcoming team with a smile.

On October 20, Jinshi candidates from ten countries competed for the top spot in the country, but no one succeeded. The top spot remained vacant for seven consecutive years.

On October 25, the gates of Denglongtai were loose, and the dragon clan issued a reminder.

On October 26, Guo Zitong, the president of the academy, summoned ten people from the upper house to go to the literary battlefield of the academy.

After lunch, Fang Yun slowly walked towards the literary battlefield. It was not an ordinary practice field, but a place for formal literary battles. Those who were not Jinshi candidates were not qualified to enter.

The literary battlefield is similar to the polo field in the army, with an oval grass field in the middle and stone steps around it. Tens of thousands of people can sit on the steps.

Fang Yun slowly entered the literary battlefield and saw six upper-class scholars chatting at the edge of the field.

After Yan Zewei, a disciple of Liu Shan, left the Jingguo Academy, another person entered the upper-class, and this person was not from Liufeng Society.

So far, none of the ten upper-class people in the Jingguo Academy were disciples of Zuo Xiang.

As soon as Cui Wang saw Fang Yun, he hurriedly said, "Brother Fang, I don't mean to offend you. If I hit you hard later, don't blame me!"

Fang Yun had not received the news before he came. Seeing Cui Wang say this, he asked, "Did the Grand Secretary of the Dean ask me to come here to let me fight with you in a literary battle?"

"A literary battle is a competition, but it's similar to a literary battle." Qiao Juze said.

Fang Yun looked at the six Shangshe Jinshi, and finally looked at Cui Wang and said: "Other Shangshe Jinshi have been famous for a long time, and they can suppress me with their lip-sharp sword. As for you, you have just become a Jinshi, and your lip-sharp sword has only been conceived for a short time, and it is not conceived with dragon bones. I have a better chance of winning against you."

Cui Wang glared and said: "Don't look down on me! Anyway, I am older than you. How can I, a Shangshe Jinshi, lose to you!"

"Wait until the president of the academy comes, and I will try it with you."

"Let's try it!" Cui Wang said unconvinced.

The other Jinshi laughed at the two bickering.

Fang Yun no longer paid attention to Cui Wang and began to run slowly, doing various movements while running to stretch his body.

Although scholars are not soldiers, a moving body is definitely better than a stiff body.

"You want to beat me with such a small move? I can't beat him in other things, and I don't believe that I can't even beat him in a literary battle now!" Cui Wang said.

"Fang Yun calls this a warm-up, and I feel good. Soldiers in the army pay more attention to stretching their muscles, but scholars like me don't pay much attention to it because we are in good health. This is not good." Qiao Juze said.

Soon, the ten people from the upper house arrived, and the head of the academy, the Grand Secretary Guo Zitong, stepped on the white cloud and landed in the field.

Guo Zitong was wearing the Grand Secretary's embroidered cloud blue clothes. He looked only about fifty years old, but he was actually an old man over eighty years old.

After landing, Guo Zitong said straight to the point: "The literary battle methods of those below and above the Juren are very different. Next, the ten of them will take turns to compete with you to familiarize you with the fighting methods of the Jinshi. After you are familiar with it, I will arrange for you to fight with the demon commander. After all, the aliens in Denglongtai are the real enemies."

"Thank you, Grand Secretary Guo." Fang Yun replied respectfully.

Guo Zitong glanced at the Jinshi from the upper house, pointed at Cui Wang, and said: "You and Fang Yun will enter the literary battle. Fang Yun can use all means, and you can only use a lip sparring sword."

"Enough! As long as I can use a lip sparring sword, I am not afraid of him!"