The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Yun looked back and saw that Ao Huang and other human Jinshi were coming. He waved his hands to show that he was not in danger, and then took away the evil king's Yin Jiangbei and the bodies of Shi Wang and Gu Jiaohou.

Fang Yun looked at the battlefield and found that there was nothing special that needed attention. He lowered his head to observe the inkstone.

The head and many parts of the inkstone turtle are like black jade, the texture of the turtle shell is tinged with blue-purple, and the belly is covered with a light golden plastron. The whole body is squeezed into the turtle shell, and the six holes are completely closed, leaving no gaps.

Fang Yun took some water from the Jiangbei and put it into the inkstone. He took a dragon blood ink ingot and placed it on the ink hall to grind it slowly.

After just a few grindings, Fang Yun's face showed joy, and a subtle dragon's roar appeared in the sound of grinding the ink!

Any reader will be delighted here!

Everyone knows that the saint grinds ink and the dragon roars.

Dragon Roar Ink is the highest level of ink known, and the more dragon roars there are, the more powerful the Dragon Roan Ink is.

The most powerful ink ingot in the human race is made from the true blood of a dragon great sage. During the battle between the two realms, the Eastern Saint King Jinglong used the great sage true dragon ink ingot to grind the ink in an inkstone to form seven dragon chants. The voice, the ink and the dragon, cooperated with the other three masters of the study, and finally defeated one against five, setting the strongest record among the human race's semi-saints.

One sound, two sounds, three sounds.

The dragon roared three times, and the ink rolled and surged like the sea in a strong wind, as if something was stirring underneath the ink.

The ink in the ink pool gradually increased, and the ink was still rolling endlessly, as if it had angry thoughts.

Fang Yun only researched a little bit of ink, and then carefully dipped the Wenbao pen into the ink. The moment the ink touched the tip of the pen, the ink automatically rose up and was evenly distributed among the hairs of the pen.

Fang Yun slowly poured his talent into the Wenbao pen, then wrote a war poem on a piece of paper, and began a standard ink test, using "Song of Yi Shui".

"The wind is rustling and the water is cold..."

Various precious lights arise, but Fang Yun only observes the precious light formed by the ink.

The ink grinded from the dragon blood ink ingot presented by Li Wenying can increase the scholar's war poem by 30% of the precious light, while the ordinary inkstone can double the ink's precious light. However, Fang Yun discovered that the ink of this dragon turtle inkstone finally formed Ninety percent of the treasure light, and another 10%, can reach a whole layer of treasure light, which is as powerful as the first book, original work, or handed down treasure light.

The first 30% of the ink treasure light appears instantly, and the middle three layers of treasure light also appear instantly, but the last three layers of treasure light appear sequentially.

Fang Yun immediately knew that while this inkstone doubled the treasure light of the ink, it could also increase the treasure light by an additional 30%!

"It is indeed the legendary inkstone turtle. It is so powerful now without absorbing enough ink. If it absorbs enough ink in the future, its power may be unimaginable. Moreover, there is something special about this dragon turtle and inkstone turtle!" Fang Yun thought to himself. , took out the ink dragon brush washer, and put the brush into the Wenbao pen washer.

However, before the brush touched the water, the ink dragon in the brush suddenly jumped out excitedly, its eyes turned red, like an alcoholic who has been unable to drink for many years and suddenly saw the best wine, and swallowed the remaining ink in the brush in one gulp.

The inkstone turtle, which originally had its head tucked into its shell, suddenly stretched out its head at lightning speed, biting the ink dragon in one bite, intending to eat it, just like it had eaten the evil dragon's breath before.

The ink dragon immediately let out a miserable cry and begged.

Fang Yun subconsciously poked the inkstone's eyes with the tip of his pen to stop it.

The inkstone was made of stone, so it didn't hurt if it was poked into it. It glanced at Fang Yun angrily, and then looked at the ink dragon who kept pleading in his mouth. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his head and threw the poor ink dragon to the ground. On his own back.

The ink dragon whined and lay motionless in the ink pool of the inkstone turtle.

Inkstone glanced sideways at Fang Yun, jumped into the ink dragon pen washer, opened his mouth, drank all the water, then bit a notch in the porcelain pen washer, then chewed the porcelain pieces in his mouth, and finally continued eating.

Fang Yun never expected that the inkstone turtle could eat the ink dragon to wash the pen. After being surprised, he fell into deep thought.

Inkstone quickly finished the brush wash, and then looked at Fang Yun sideways, feeling proud.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yun was not only not angry, but also smiling.

"Eat it. I heard that the inkstone turtle can swallow all the power related to ink and gradually strengthen it. I want to see how far you can grow!"

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he actually took out the borneol inkstone he had won from Hanlin Tongluan and placed it in front of the inkstone.

A drop of ink saliva flowed out of the inkstone turtle's mouth. He hurriedly sucked the ink back, stared at the borneol inkstone for a while, then turned to look at Fang Yun, his little eyes narrowed, as if he was asking something.

"Of course, it's just for you! Why, you don't dare to eat it?" Fang Yun said.

The inkstone was so angry that it stretched out its head suddenly, opened its big mouth and bit off a corner of the borneol inkstone, and then chewed it happily, with a face full of happiness.

Fang Yun looked at Yangui with a smile.

After the inkstone finished eating the borneol inkstone, Fang Yun observed carefully and found that the shell on the inkstone was slightly brighter.

"Just follow me from now on!"

The inkstone turtle's head, limbs and tail immediately retracted into the turtle shell and remained motionless.

Fang Yun was angry and funny. He put the inkstone into his own Jiangbei, and then took out the blood and blood of the ancient Jiaohou that the inkstone had originally resided in. He shook his head helplessly and was about to put it away.

Ao Huang used dragon power to send a message from afar: "Wait a minute! I can lend you dragon power to unlock all the divine shells!"

Only then did Fang Yun realize that he had forgotten this matter.

From the smallest Hanhu shell to the largest Tiandi shell, all come from the Dragon Palace. Take Hanhu shell as an example, there are talent Hanhu shell and blood Hanhu shell, but any dragon can easily open the two types of Hanhu shell.

After Ao Huang flew close, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of dragon power at Fang Yun, and the dragon power immediately entered Fang Yun's brow.

In theory, the dragon power should enter the Wen Palace and merge with the talent for a short time, and then Fang Yun can open all the divine shells, but before the dragon power passes through the Wen Palace wall, the golden dragon coiled around the Wen Palace swallowed the dragon power without even opening its eyes and continued to sleep.

Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, and Ao Huang also felt something was wrong, saying: "What's going on? Why do I feel that my dragon power suddenly disappeared outside your Wen Palace?"

Fang Yun couldn't tell anyone about the Wen Palace dragon, so he had to show an innocent look and said: "Then give me some more dragon power."

"Okay!" Ao Huang did not hesitate and opened his mouth to spit out dragon power again, and the total amount of dragon power this time was ten times that of before.

These dragon powers were swallowed up by Wengong Panlong again.

Fang Yun and Ao Huang looked at each other.

"Are you kidding me? Damn it, where is my dragon power?" Ao Huang looked at Fang Yun suspiciously.

"Why don't you learn from others and just learn the curse words of the human race?"

"I have no dragon power left, and you still don't let me curse? Where is justice? Damn it!" Ao Huang was very angry.

"Then curse, and continue to give me dragon power." Fang Yun said helplessly.

"Who asked you to save my life? It doesn't matter if I give you all the dragon power!" Ao Huang was very unhappy, but he couldn't lose the face of the dragon race, so he continued to spit dragon power at Fang Yun.

The dragon power disappeared.

"Damn it!" Ao Huang continued to spit dragon power after cursing.

The dragon power disappeared again.

"Damn double yolk egg!"

The dragon power disappeared again.

"Damn quail egg!"

...

One after another, pale yellow dragon power continued to enter Fang Yun Wengong and was continuously swallowed by Wengong Panlong.

Ao Huang started to curse from "Fuck the egg" and kept on cursing. After cursing "Fuck the dragon egg", his dragon power was almost exhausted and his body became thinner. He could only look at Fang Yun pitifully.

"Are you using this method to punish me for cursing? I will never dare to curse again!" Ao Huang said with a sad face.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "You misunderstood. I didn't punish you. Come on, keep giving me dragon power."

"It's a pity that I don't have any more!" Ao Huang became even more depressed.

"You still have some." Fang Yun said.

"Fuck the real dragon egg!" After cursing, Ao Huang sprayed the last dragon power in his body to Fang Yun, and then coiled weakly on the dragon energy cloud, with his chin on his body, looking at Fang Yun depressedly.

"Really gone?" Fang Yun asked.

"Really gone, even the egg is gone!" The dragon scales on Ao Huang's body were dim and dull, and he looked at Fang Yun resentfully.

"That may really be nothing I can do, but I still have to thank you." Fang Yun said.

"If you are always so powerful, you won't be afraid of my sister after you marry her." Ao Huang said.

Fang Yun rolled his eyes at Ao Huang, and with a thought in his mind, he reached out to touch the Qixue Yinjiangbei.

Qixue Yinjiangbei opened its mouth silently, and Fang Yun was stunned. His mind entered it and saw a lot of things inside.

Dragon bones, dragon horns, dragon blood, dragon blood jade and other dragon things are all complete, and there is even half a roasted dragon egg.

However, although these dragon things are of many types, the number is very small. It seems that Gu Jiaohou ate most of the dragon things, and the remaining ones should be what he is about to eat.

In addition to the dragon things, there are some messy things inside, a piece of oracle dragon jade obtained after the altar was broken, a piece of jade exuding an ancient breath, a weathered little stone man, and a broken piece of metal. They all seem to be ancient divine objects left in the ancient battlefield of Denglongtai.

Although these things are incomplete, they are well preserved and their power still exists.

Fang Yun didn't recognize the little stone man and the metal piece, but he recognized the jade piece, which was obviously part of the imperial jade armor. The stripes in the jade piece seemed to be more complicated than the imperial jade armor on Di Luo.

In addition, Fang Yun also saw some human relics in Yinjiangbei, including a Jinshi medical book, a Hanlin military book, and five Hanlin literary treasures.

Finally, there were seven monster weapons, all made of special metals in the monster world. They were not very useful to Fang Yun, but could be handed over to the monster private soldiers in the future.

There were author names on the medical books and military books. Fang Yun recognized that they were once famous Jinshi of the Holy Academy. One was a descendant of the family of Zhang Zhongjing, the medical saint, and the other was a descendant of the family of Sun Zi, the military saint. However, both of them died in Denglongtai, the former died seventy years ago, and the latter died more than a hundred years ago.

Three of the five Hanlin treasures were damaged and could be donated directly to the Holy Academy. The other two Hanlin treasures had family marks on them. Fang Yun would return the two treasures to their owners' families and then receive other treasures of the same level.

My math was taught by a physical education teacher, so the chapter number of Confucianism and Taoism was wrong, so I only said two words, sorry!