The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Night falls.

The battle outside the south of the city was silent, and the poetry verification ceremony finally began in front of the holy temple of the city's academy.

The streets of the capital were deserted.

Near the holy temple, hundreds of thousands of Beijing scholars were looking forward to it, and in a little further away, more than a million Beijing people were either in the Jingguo Academy or outside the academy.

The inside and outside of the academy have become a sea of ​​people.

Since Chen Guanhai was canonized, no day in the capital can compare to today. Whether it is the enthronement of the monarch, the initial success of the great scholar, or the great victory in the north, no one can cause such a huge momentum.

Fang Yun's name is at its peak.

Many students in Jingguo looked at Fang Yun with envy. Just in terms of fame, Fang Yun has surpassed the great scholar and became the first person under the semi-saint Chen Guanhai!

Although the left prime minister has power over the world, he is gradually losing the support of the people.

Although the queen mother is respected by the people, she has no literary position after all.

The literary prime minister is upright, but he would rather break than bend.

Although Marshal Chen is unparalleled in military affairs, his literary name is not well-known except in the army.

The king is young and not worthy of respect.

Ye Hongyu looked at the sky, and his eyes slowly swept over everyone in front of the holy temple.

There were hundreds of thousands of people present, and everyone felt that Ye Hongyu had looked at them.

Ye Hongyu said slowly: "Fang Yun has a poem called "Dragon Sword", which can peek into the secrets of heaven and summon new tongues and swords. It is suspected that he is the ancestor of poetry. But the ancestor of poetry is an extraordinary achievement, and it cannot be said casually. It needs to be verified by the three treasures. Please ask for the "Law Book" to determine the points and stop the dispute. Don't follow the ancients, don't follow the present."

Ye Hongyu said, bowing to the front.

Everyone present bowed together, Yang Yuhuan bowed her head and knelt, while Ao Huang and Nunu imitated the appearance of scholars, folded their hands, bowed their heads and bent over.

A beam of precious light flew out from Ye Hongyu's sleeves, carrying a long silver-white starlight and soaring into the sky, shaking thousands of miles.

The holy treasure turned into a star and rose straight into the sky.

During the day, the stars were dim, but at night, the stars rose. The dark clouds were dispersed by the bright lights, and the Ten Kingdoms could see it.

Countless people from all over the Ten Kingdoms looked up in the direction of the capital of Jing Kingdom, looking at the stars that kept flying high in the sky.

All the scholars saw the stars at the moment they saw that the stars were different from the ordinary stars in the sky. In the stars, an ancient book appeared, and the words "Fa Jing" were written on the cover of the ancient book.

As everyone knows, "Fa Jing" was written by the semi-saint Li Kui, and it is the first complete legal classic of the human race.

The scholars from all over the Ten Kingdoms were puzzled. They didn't know what big thing had happened. They actually asked for the original "Fa Jing". Could it be a shocking injustice?

After the star of "Fa Jing" rose to a certain level, it emitted a faint silver starlight, covering the entire Holy Temple Square.

It was not until this time that Fang Yun understood why Jiang Hechuan delayed this ceremony until night.

Let the Ten Kingdoms see it!

"Please give me the Book of Songs, Feng, Ya, Song, and Si Wuxie!"

Fang Yun bowed again like everyone else.

A new star rose slowly in the capital of Jingguo. The Book of Songs is one of the Six Classics, compiled by Confucius himself, and is a sub-sage classic. It is more dazzling and brighter than the Book of Law, and its brightness even exceeds the Wenqu Star in the sky.

Seeing the star of the Book of Songs rising, all the scholars in the ten countries understood that someone might become the ancestor of poetry!

The ten countries were boiling.

"Please give me the 'Jinglong Pen', the first cry of the dragon is the first cry, and the second cry is the first cry!"

Everyone present held their breath and stared at the holy treasure of the Eastern Saint King Jinglong!

The third star soared into the sky, parallel to the Book of Law, lower than the Book of Songs.

Everyone saw that there was an ordinary Zhongkai Lake pen in the third star, but it was full of supreme majesty.

When Fang Yun saw this pen, he immediately remembered his experience in the Kongcheng Mid-Autumn Festival.

At that time, everyone was about to enter the Holy Ruins. No one knew that the evil king was going to enter, but they could not hide it from the half-saint. A holy pen suddenly pointed at the evil king.

However, the huge holy pen was intercepted by an equally huge jade seal.

The huge pen was exactly the same as this brush.

The starlight emitted by the "Book of Law", "Book of Poetry" and "Jinglong Pen" overlapped in front of the Holy Temple, but the starlight was very faint. Only people near the academy could see it. No one except the capital could see it clearly.

"Please ask Fang Yun to write the sword-calling poem "Dragon Sword Poem" on the table."

"Yes."

After Fang Yun agreed, he came to the table and saw the four treasures of the study placed on it. Except for a light golden holy page that was not an ordinary item, the pen, ink and inkstone were all ordinary items.

Fang Yun slowly wrote "Dragon Sword Poem".

The sword is a double dragon, the snowflakes shine on the lotus... The male and female are not separated, and the divine objects will meet!

After Fang Yun finished writing, the original treasure light, the handed-down treasure light and the treasure light of the ancestor of poetry appeared one after another.

This war poem did not burn, but remained quietly on the table like an ordinary page.

Suddenly, the star of the Law Book flashed violently, and then the star of the Law Book projected a thick beam of light downwards, which could be seen even from a very far distance.

This beam of light was extremely dazzling, much brighter than the previous starlight.

But in the blink of an eye, the starlight beam fell and shone on Fang Yun.

Many people around were illuminated by the starlight beam, but they did not become brighter in the light beam, but instead appeared dim. Only Fang Yun was radiant at this moment, like the brightest star at night.

The academy was in an uproar, and everyone cheered loudly, even overwhelmed the voice of Ye Hongyu announcing that the Law Book recognized this poem as written by Fang Yun.

Not only did the people in the capital cheer loudly, but there were also cheers from all over the ten countries.

"It turned out to be the direction of Jingguo, it must be Fang Yun!"

"Except Fang Yun, I don't believe anyone from Jingguo can become the ancestor of poetry!"

"You are lucky enough to have a great talent."

Literati from all over the ten countries praised it one after another, because everyone knew that even if there were ancient war poems handed down by Fang Yun, they could be replaced, but no poetry ancestor could be replaced! Any poet will lead an era! Any ancestor of poetry is a great contributor to the human race!

Many people who had enemies with Fang Yun, such as the Xun family, the Zong family, and the Lei family, began to curse.

"The simultaneous trial of the Three Treasures is just a confirmation of the Book of Dharma. The Book of Songs may not confirm it. Even if the Book of Songs confirms it, the Jinglong Pen may not confirm it!"

"Who knows what new type of poetry he wrote, maybe just a war poem of little use."

"Let's see who can have the last laugh!"

After the light beam of "The Book of Dharma" was stabilized, a strange sound spread throughout the Shengyuan Continent again, and the star of "The Book of Songs" shook slightly, emitting downward a ray of light that was more dazzling than the star beam of "The Book of Songs".

The second star beam fell on Fang Yun, and when the two beams were added together, Fang Yun's temperament became more and more otherworldly.

Then, the star beam of the Jinglong Pen appeared and fell on Fang Yun.

The Three Treasures are recognized, and the ancestor of poetry comes to the world.

Fang Yun stood in the area where three star beams overlapped. His clothes were billowing and his black hair was swaying. He was like a saint, looking into the void and wandering in all directions.

Billions of humans cheered loudly.

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the holy page in front of Fang Yun. The sound seemed to be a combination of the sound of a sword and the roar of a dragon.

But in an instant, every living being in Shengyuan Continent, whether human or monster, whether bird or fish, tree or insect, heard this strange sound in their ears.

Subsequently, every intelligent creature memorized this poem.

"The ancestor of poetry teaches us!" Countless people murmured to themselves.

Scholars with Jinshi or above can now use this poem, and people with Jinshi or below, once they become Jinshi, do not need to go to the holy temple to worship and can use it immediately.

People who have been taught by the ancestor of poetry are more than ten times more likely to improve their level of poetry by practicing this poem than those who have not!

In the near future, many people will master the "Dragon Sword Poetry" of the second and even third realms.

At the same time, everyone who is a scholar knows that Fang Yun is the ancestor of poetry.

"Thank you Master Fang!"

Countless scholars faced Fang Yun's direction, bowed and bowed as disciples.

"The Poet Ancestor Bantian is under my command." An old Juren stood in the crowd, looking at Fang Yun and murmuring to himself.

Plan house.

With a snap, the barrel of a hard-boiled Xuan pen shattered.

Ji Zhibai, the number one scholar in Jingguo's imperial examination this year, held the broken penholder, gritted his teeth, and said slowly: "There are thousands of holy ways, and millions of poems. It's okay if you don't learn Fang Yun's poems! My mentor, forever. No luck!”

After Ji Zhibai finished speaking, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. All the contents of "Dragon Sword Poetry" were forgotten by him. Then, his literary courage suddenly dimmed.

Ji Zhibai once used "The Inscription on the Humble Room" to sharpen his literary courage.

Zuo Xiangfu.

Left Prime Minister Liu Shan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly.

"Locusts are coming after autumn, their days are numbered!"

At the same time, many people gave up studying this "Dragon Sword Poetry" and did not worship Fang Yun, cutting off their own path and forever avoiding being "Tianxingshi Dao" by Fang Yun.

Demon world, holy trees.

There was dead silence.

"Whoever agrees to bet and fight with Fang Yun first will be punished! Whoever agrees to kill Fang Yun with the Moon Tree Divine Punishment in advance will be rewarded heavily!"

"What should the tributaries of the Ancient Galaxy be like?"

"Hmph, he can't use it until he completes the sixteen poems of ancient war. What's more, to use the Ancient Galaxy, you must cooperate with other divine objects, and most of the other divine objects are only for the enjoyment of the demon saints. How can he get luck? ! Even if he gets those divine objects, he will probably be lost in the ancient galaxy, unless he can achieve extremely high achievements in "Spring and Autumn"."

"I hope the demons and barbarians are safe."

Thousands of miles away from the capital, the rainbow retreated, the spring rain dissipated, and soon everything returned to its original appearance.

Jiang Hechuan glanced at the three huge holy treasure stars and said with a smile: "Everything just happened was just a joke. Since you don't want to be stopped, I will follow up and accompany you as an apology."

Zong Wenxiong looked at Jiang Hechuan and said slowly: "I never thought you could do this for Fang Yun. However, what happened today is not the end, it is just the beginning! Jiang Hechuan, we will see you in the Heavenly Prison of the Holy Academy!"

Jingguo Academy, in front of the Holy Temple.

Fang Yun's heart was filled with ups and downs. Now that the Poetry Ancestor Ceremony was completed, as long as he sent his statue to the Xusheng Garden, he would be the true Poet Ancestor. The problem is that the Moon Tree Divine Punishment is about to be launched.

Fang Yun shook his head gently. The Yueshu Divine Punishment was too important to talk about casually. He could only bear it silently.

Three stars landed, and finally they all entered the great scholar Ye Hongyu's drinking water.