The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Some people were originally disappointed with Fang Lun, while some people still had expectations for Fang Lun in their hearts even though they didn't say it. The reason why Yan Yukong didn't jump down immediately but looked back was because he had an expectation in his heart.

The luck is still there!

Many Jinshi who were fighting looked back during the break, with hope shining in their eyes.

"Look, it's not ordinary paper, it's a holy page!"

"It may not be a poem of recovery, but it must be a powerful poem of war!"

"I just said Fang Xusheng can do it!" Qiao Juze clenched his fists.

"right!"

The luck is still there!

All those who were meditating opened their eyes and looked at Fang Yun together.

They seem to have the illusion that even if Fang Yun cannot write a poem of recovery, as long as Fang Yun is around, they will not die.

Fang Yun took a deep breath and said: "I have been in the spring garden for many days, and I came across a small poem, but there is always something missing. Today, after listening to everyone's words, I occasionally felt something, so I wrote the whole poem to help everyone!"

After saying that, Fang Yun picked up his pen and wrote quickly.

"As soon as the half-acre square pond is opened, the skylight and cloud shadows are lingering together. I asked where the canal can be so clear? It has a source of living water."

There is a layer of treasured light passed down from generation to generation, a layer of original treasured light, a layer of treasured light of the original book, a layer of treasured light of the sacred pages, and the treasured light formed by the cultural treasure pen, ink and inkstone!

A mighty and vigorous power emanated from the article, and the heaven and earth were so windy that it made people unable to even breathe.

The holy page was flying, and suddenly the image of a square pond in the spring garden was projected outwards. The square pond was like a mirror, with the shadows of the sky and clouds falling on the pond and swaying gently. The pond was extremely clear, because in the pond From the source, new water is constantly injected.

The holy page burned, and a misty voice came out of the flames. The voice was somewhat similar to the sound of the holy way before Fang Yun, but it was more obscure and lighter. It did not seem to involve the real holy way, but it also Touched the edge of the Holy Path.

All the Jinshi couldn't help but exclaimed, whether they were the well-informed Kong family or the war-experienced poetry enthusiasts, even the Plague Lord who controlled Lei Li changed his expression.

The Lord of the Plague couldn't help but cursed: "This is a holy war hymn! How could it appear in front of this saint! Even if it only touches the edge of the holy path, it is a holy war hymn! Once such war hymns reach the fourth level, In the fifth realm, it is impossible to imagine that this poem can summon the complete will of a semi-saint! Enlightenment must be a disaster for our demon world! However, fortunately, it is not a poem about killing enemies of the holy way. If the poem about killing enemies of the holy way appears and the world is shaken, I am afraid it can force the incarnation of the ancestor god back to the demon world. It is not a clone of the holy blood. , but a more powerful existence than the Great Sage. Killing us and other semi-sages is as easy as squeezing an ant to death."

The sound of the returning poem spread in all directions.

All plague corpse soldiers within dozens of miles were wiped out, and then vibrant weeds grew on their bodies.

The monsters closest to the castle slowly fell down. This behavior of falling to the ground seemed to be contagious. The monsters in patches fell to the ground one after another like wheat being cut.

"Not good!" Lei Li shouted, pointing forward.

"Bang..." A voice from nowhere sounded. Lei Li's figure swayed and his eyes became bright again.

"Save me..."

After Lei Li shouted, his eyes suddenly dimmed again, and then a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, his eyes turned green.

"The Soldier Barbarian Saint is indeed the wise man of our demon world. He has long recognized that Fang Yun is the person that our Demon Barbarian must kill. It's a pity that those old guys are stupid and useless. They are afraid that the Soldier Barbarian Saint will lead the barbarians to overwhelm the demon tribe and do not send the good-fighting Semi-Saints to fight. He was forced to go to the Demon Ancestor's Court in person, but in the end he fell into the trap of the human saints and was killed by Shushan. Bingman Saint, your unfinished ambition will be fulfilled by this saint, even if it hurts me! This guy must be killed!”

Lei Li's eyes were burning with green flames, reflecting the castle in front of him. There was only Fang Yun on top of the castle.

In front of Fang Yun, the war poem turned into a square pond, evenly divided into more than three hundred points, and fell into the eyebrows of every Jinshi.

"ah……"

"So comfortable..."

Many Jinshi couldn't help but close their eyes and couldn't help but groan. Everyone was like withered grass suddenly receiving a burst of rain after a long drought, instantly gaining strong vitality.

In the literary palaces of these Jinshi, talents are flowing like rivers!

Everyone seems to have an extra source of talent in their literary palace!

After Fang Yun finished writing this unprecedented poem about the return of Qi of a Jinshi, he coughed lightly.

This is a masterpiece by Zhu Xi, an ancient Chinese scholar. It contains extremely profound philosophy. It was written forcefully and exhausted all the talents of Fang Yun. Fortunately, there were fragments of Wenqu Star in the Wen Palace, which provided the power of Wenqu Star at the end. Otherwise, Fang Yun would have at least been sucked out. A life span of ten years.

Zhu Xi's status in Confucianism is that of the first person after the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. In the Chinese Confucius Temple, in addition to the sage Confucius, there are also the four sages Yanzi, Zengzi, Zisizi and Mencius. After that, the highest status is the twelve philosophers, eleven of whom are disciples of Confucius, and only Zhu Xi is not a Confucius. Holy disciple!

Even Dong Zhongshu, who deposed hundreds of schools of thought, Han Yu, the pioneer of moral education, Zhou Dunyi, the originator of Neo-Confucianism, and Wang Yangming, the great master of Xinxue, were all under Zhu Xi.

Fang Yun once said, "If there is something, change it; if there is nothing, encourage it." This triggered the voice of the holy way, which was Zhu Xi's words.

Fang Yun frowned slightly. The power of this Qi-returning poem was so powerful that it affected more than three hundred Jinshi at once. However, he was the only one who was not affected at all. It seemed that the Qi-returning poem was too special, and he could It has been used to its limit, and at least you have to be a bachelor to get the effect of talent recovery.

"Okay." Fang Yun smiled calmly. It was a big profit to consume all his talent and get a hundred times more talent.

At this moment, the hunting ground was under the leaden clouds, and there was light in the sky, and it was impossible to distinguish between day and night. However, in Shengyuan Continent, it was just after nine o'clock in the evening. Many people had nothing to do, and more people paid attention to the literary list than during the day.

In front of the academy in the capital of Jingguo, a huge light curtain was erected, showing the rankings of the ten countries in the hunting ground.

Qingguo has been ranked first because it killed monsters all night yesterday, followed by Qiguo and Wuguo, then Yunguo and Shuguo, and Jingguo ranked sixth.

People were talking about it under the list.

"It's a pity that Qingguo is ranked first!"

"Don't worry, my Jingguo will definitely surpass it slowly."

"What a pity, not long ago, my Jingguo's ranking value soared to fourth place, which is unprecedented."

"It must be Fang Yun's doing. Except Fang Yun, no one can make my Jingguo Jinshi kill monsters and barbarians better than other powerful countries."

"You should call me Fang Xusheng!"

"However, not long ago, my Jingguo's ranking value suddenly rose very slowly, and now it has reached sixth place. If it continues like this, it is likely to be surpassed by Jiaguo and Yueguo."

"Could it be that Fang Xusheng is in trouble?"

"Crow's mouth! How could Fang Xusheng be in trouble!"

"It must be that Fang Xusheng is keeping a low profile or preparing a strong force!"

"Yes, it must be!"

As soon as the voice fell, the number behind Jingguo, which ranked sixth on the literary list, soared at an incredible speed. The number quickly turned over, and the ranking value increased by thousands in the blink of an eye.

In just a few breaths, Jingguo's ranking surpassed Yunguo and ranked fifth.

"Look! The rankings of all countries have not changed, only my Jing country is rising wildly! It's already fifth!"

"So fast, fourth! Back to fourth again!"

"Oh my God! It's actually third, it's unbelievable!"

"It's still rising! It's still rising! I don't know what place it will be in the end! If it's first, I will run around the capital naked!"

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