The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"Damn it! A great poet is about to die, but we are powerless to do anything. How deplorable! How hateful! How pathetic!" The president of the academy, Grand Secretary Guo Zitong, sighed repeatedly.

"Alas... Although Fang Yun has just written this essay, his talent is like the Yangtze River, flowing thousands of miles, and it is endless, with a hint of the long river of history! If nothing unexpected happens, he will become a half-saint, and may even be named a sub-saint! But... Alas..."

"Huh? The growth of talent has slowed down. Is it affected by the divine punishment? Damn demon barbarians!"

Jiang Hechuan glanced at the Demon Moon Spear that was about to fall over the capital, and then looked in the direction of Fang Yun, saying: "No, Fang Yun has a second-level literary courage. Even if the Demon Moon Spear has some effect on him at this moment, it will not be so. If I am not mistaken, this essay involves the way of the saints, and Fang Yun's literary position is not enough to complete it. He is consuming his talent, and now his talent is probably close to exhaustion."

"The essay of the Jinshi involves the way of the saints, and only the people of Jingguo believe in Fang Yun so much." An examiner from the temple said.

The great scholar Tang Shoude glanced at the examiner and said, "I have read Fang Yun's essay "Unpropriety of Etiquette". The essay already involves the Holy Way, but Fang Yun cleverly avoided it. As for his policy essay in the Juren exam, it was taken away by Hongguang, and I am not qualified to read it. I think that policy essay is also related to the Holy Way. If this policy essay is as Brother Hechuan said, it is not surprising, after all, his name is Fang Yun. In addition, I am not a Jingguo person." The Hanlin examiner blushed and lowered his head, not daring to refute. In the examination room, Fang Yun's forehead was covered with sweat. He had eaten many dragon balls, but at this moment, it had no effect. The talent in his body was getting scarcer and scarcer. Even with the help of various powers such as the miniature Wenquxing, Wengongxingchen and Wenxindenghuo to help restore his talent, it was still not enough. With insufficient talent, Fang Yun felt that the brush in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds and might fall at any time. Fang Yun's writing speed was getting slower and slower. He was writing "Still holding firewood to put out the fire, the fire is not exhausted, the fire is not extinguished", and he had already written the second word "fire", but it was so slow that it would take at least a quarter of an hour to finish.

After a quarter of an hour, the divine punishment would definitely end.

"Alas..."

Fang Yun sighed and finally stopped writing, but heard someone talking in his ear.

"Friend Fang, this article has not changed a single word, and the atmosphere is soaring. Why did you stop writing?"

Fang Yun was puzzled. This was the examination room. Even the examiner could only stand outside the door. Who dared to enter the examination room? So he turned his head to the right.

It didn't matter if he saw it. Fang Yun almost threw the pen in his hand away, and even instinctively opened his mouth to spit out his lips and swords to protect himself.

He saw a transparent figure standing in front of him. This person was wearing a high hat and Confucian clothes, with ancient Han style. He didn't wear a literary uniform, and it was impossible to tell who he was. Fang Yun instinctively thought he was a ghost!

If it weren't for the literary courage, Fang Yun would have been scared to death.

If it weren't for the fact that scholars are not allowed to swear, Fang Yun would have cursed.

Even if this old man has a kind face, is he really that scary!

The True Dragon Ancient Sword was about to fly out, but a majestic power descended. Fang Yun only felt that the power enveloped his body and penetrated every part of his body. It not only stopped the verbal battle, but also made his talent recover at an incredible speed, overflowing in the blink of an eye.

"Keep writing." The old man smiled.

"Oh." There was a strange power in the old man, gentle but majestic. Fang Yun's original fear was swept away like a spring breeze, leaving no trace.

Fang Yun wrote silently, and his talent was consumed very quickly, but as long as the talent smoke column was consumed by half, the power would surely descend again to restore his talent.

From the third paragraph, the consumption of talent was terrifying, almost consuming a six-inch high talent smoke column for every word! In other words, a top scholar couldn't even finish writing two words.

As Fang Yun wrote, he recalled the old man's face. It was a little fuzzy at first, but after a moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred to him, and he remembered who this person was!

The statue of this person is enshrined in the holy temple of Jingguo Academy!

Fang Yun's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Isn't that Jia Yi, Jia Changsha? Isn't he the semi-saint who wrote "On the Qin Dynasty"? Isn't he Jia Sheng, one of the four great fu masters of the Han Dynasty? Didn't the saint die? Did Jia Yi's holy soul descend?"

A series of question marks in Fang Yun's mind.

Fortunately, the second-level literary courage is very strong. Even if Fang Yun's mind is shaken, the power of literary courage can make Fang Yun continue to write instinctively, and remind him not to be distracted with a light beep.

Fang Yun took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and began to write seriously.

Starting from the fourth paragraph, although Fang Yun was full of talent, his speed was obviously slower.

On the Daofeng Mountain, in the Holy Courtyard, in the Hall of Saints, the statues of the saints appeared with a very faint light, so faint that the three semi-saint examiners in front of the statues did not notice it.

The three semi-saint examiners were originally watching the examination hall for the Jinshi candidates from ten countries, but at this moment, all they could see was the scene of the Demon Moon Spear falling from the sky.

"It is puzzling why the ancestor god Hu Xiao took action."

Shu Kingdom's half-saint Mi Fengdian said slowly: "The ancestor god of the demon world killed him with his clone, and the ancestor dragon protected him with his true spirit. Fang Yun valued himself more than Mount Tai! The predecessors once said that an oracle of the ancestor god is worth half of the human race! If Fang Yun dies, it is equivalent to the destruction of half of the human race."

"Brother Fengdian, you are too serious. Fang Yun should have the potential to be a sub-saint, but if our human race uses the power of the Saint Academy to protect him, the demon saints will have to rest for a year and then come out in full force to launch the second battle of the Two Realms Mountain. Even if the dragon race rescues again, the end result will be that our human race loses many half-saints. By then, as long as two more great saints return from the demon world, the Two Realms Mountain will inevitably fall!"

"Fang Yun may be worth half of the human race, but he is not worth the entire human race after all!"

"Forget it. After the examination is over tomorrow, I will go to the Fang family to express my condolences."

"Huh!"

The three semi-saints suddenly all made surprised sounds and looked at Fang Yun's examination room under the Spear of the Demon Moon.

In the Left Prime Minister's Mansion.

Liu Shan and Ji Zhibai looked up at the sky.

The Left Prime Minister originally had a sinister look on his face, but now his expression eased, and there was even a barely detectable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ji Zhibai breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's over. The power of the Doomsday Emperor has arrived. Not to mention the Dragon Clan, even the Saints have no intention of resisting. It's a pity that Fang Yun has worked hard for more than ten years, but he has finally turned into dust."

Liu Shan said, "Fang Yun is Fang Yun of our human race after all. Tomorrow you and I will go to his mourning hall and each bring a hundred taels of silver to thank him for his contribution to the human race."

"Fang Yun intended to kill you, but you didn't blame him at all. He is really broad-minded and a role model for our generation." Ji Zhibai flattered him.

Liu Shan snorted coldly, as if he was dissatisfied with the student's flattery, and said: "Fang Yun is dead, you have to act well, only you can serve as a role model for the youth of Jingguo."

"Students know!" Ji Zhibai felt his whole body burning.

"When the ancestor's teachings are completed, I... eh?"

Liu Shan turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction of the examination room, and Ji Zhibai was also surprised.

Donghai Dragon Palace.

"Grandpa Dragon Saint, can't you save Fang Yun?" The voice of the dragon princess Ao Yuwei echoed in the Dragon Palace.

"I can't save him. To save him, I have to sacrifice my life."

"Isn't the power left by the ancestor dragon also useless?"

"Ridiculous! How can the ancestor dragon's teachings be changed? Yuwei, it's not me... eh?"

In the Four Seas Dragon Palace, many dragons looked at the examination room of the Jingguo Academy.