The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Yun walked out of the school and walked towards the outside of the palace.

When he met students along the way, he nodded gently when they greeted him. Except that his face was a little colder than usual, there was not much change.

After walking for a while, he saw the Fang family's carriage.

The driver was dozing off with his straw hat covering his face. Fang Yun walked over and tapped the shaft with his index finger, making a dongdong sound.

After knocking for more than ten breaths, the driver reached out to take off his hat and hurriedly jumped off the carriage.

"Master, please forgive me... forgive me..." The driver was panicked, especially when he found that Fang Yun's expression was wrong, he panicked even more.

Fang Yun smiled calmly and said, "Don't panic, I left the school early. Take me to the palace."

"Yes, master." The driver hurriedly moved.

Fang Yun listened to the constant scolding from the capital while getting on the carriage.

The official seal kept ringing, and people kept sending letters.

Fang Yun continued to close his eyes and rest.

After a long while, Fang Yun suddenly opened his eyes and spoke. He seemed to be talking to someone nearby, but his voice instantly reached the Imperial Academy Temple, and then, with the Imperial Academy Temple as the hub, instantly reached the official seals of all seventh-rank and above officials in Jing State.

Ji County.

The newly appointed County Magistrate Duan was reading official documents, and then he made comments in a serious manner.

After commenting on a page of official documents, County Magistrate Duan moved his tired wrists, got up and walked out of the study, and walked gently in the backyard of the county government.

"Master, you are resting, go and get some fruits." A plump middle-aged woman in silk and satin came over with a smile.

"Yes, madam." The little maid walked out quickly.

County Magistrate Duan nodded gently.

Mrs. Duan chuckled and said, "Master, this Ji County is the hometown of Xu Sheng, and the old house is in the county. If he wins the first place in the imperial examination, he should return to his hometown to worship his ancestors. By then, you can have a relationship with the dignified Xu Sheng."

"Madam is right. If Lord Fang returns to his hometown, I will do my best to make arrangements. But... Jingguo is in a dilemma. If Fang Xu Sheng wins the first place in the imperial examination, he will either stay in the capital or go to the Holy Academy for cultivation. The most important thing is that before the end of this year's palace examination, the monsters will go south, and he may not be able to get away to return to Ji County."

"If you can't come back this year, you must come back within the three to five years of your term, right? As long as you come back, it will be a great joy for you." Mrs. Duan said.

"Yes." County Magistrate Duan nodded gently.

"My vision is indeed not as good as yours."

"Oh, what do you mean?" County Magistrate Duan still looked serious, but there was a very faint smile in his eyes.

"Back then I thought that following the left prime minister was the right path, but now I realize that following the path of the minister of literature is the real smooth road. With your qualifications in Ji County and your relationship with the minister of literature, it will be of great benefit to meet Fang Xusheng in the future."

County Magistrate Duan sighed and said, "I thought you could make some sense. I know that my talent is limited, and only by stepping into the official career can I have a chance to leave my name in history books. But, I don't want to be stigmatized! However, you are still wrong this time. Whether it is following the minister of literature or following Fang Xusheng, it is far more difficult than joining the left prime minister. When I agreed to take over as the county magistrate of Ji County, I was destined to be caught in the whirlpool."

"Ah? How could it be? Then we will not be the county magistrate of Ji County anymore, and leave quickly." Mrs. Duan panicked.

County Magistrate Duan did not scold his wife, but patiently explained: "If it was a prosperous era, I would probably take the middle way and use the most stable way to gain a good reputation after my death. However, this is a chaotic era. How can we scholars live in disgrace? We should shoulder the heavy responsibility and save the world! Jingguo is in need of talents, and Ji County must not fall into the hands of the left prime minister."

"But... you are not in danger."

"You, there are some things I can't say to you. You just need to know that I came to Ji County not to fight for fame and promotion, but to be trusted by the Prime Minister Wen and entrusted with the important task to protect this pure land for Fang Xusheng!"

"Alas..." Mrs. Duan's eyes were full of worry.

At this moment, County Magistrate Duan was suddenly stunned, and then walked quickly to the study, and heard a grand and majestic voice from the study, like a bell, like a valley, like a high king.

"This saint is a sage who has a rough knowledge of poetry and military medicine, but has no great achievements. I know that I am not talented and have not experienced anything, so I live in seclusion, concentrate on my studies, and treat people kindly. However, the monsters and barbarians are causing chaos in the world. I am grateful to many predecessors for their attention. I first entered the Holy Ruins, then stepped onto the Dragon Platform, and then fought in the hunting ground. With a sincere heart and a humble body, I practiced justice for the human race and destroyed the monsters and beasts."

The sound emitted by the official seal made the entire county government buzz, and the leaves in the courtyard withered and the flowers and plants drooped.

Many county government servants clearly couldn't hear the person who was speaking, but after the voice sounded, they naturally knew that it was the words of the virtual saint Fang Yun, and they couldn't help but lower their heads, bend over, and respond respectfully.

Northern grassland.

A wolf barbarian tribe was on fire, and thousands of monsters and barbarians were crying and howling.

Several wolf barbarians were depleted of their blood and energy and nailed to the log in the center of the tribe, watching their people burning in the fire, wailing between swords and guns, struggling in war poems, and screaming in front of lip guns.

"Damn Zhang Poyue! If you have the guts, come and fight us to the death! How can we kill our demon barbarians, women and children!" A wolf barbarian roared loudly in a not-so-standard human language.

In a huge tent, Zhang Poyue clenched his right fist, and his joints creaked.

Compared with Yuhai City, Zhang Poyue was more robust, with a heavier beard on his face, rougher skin, and murderous intent in his eyes.

The lights were dim, but Zhang Poyue's eyes were like the bright moon.

Rows of naked women were tied inside like cattle and horses, with their hands and feet broken, and their eyes were dazed and pale.

The tent was filled with a foul smell.

"Draw your sword." Zhang Poyue slowly drew out his saber.

Swish... Swish... Swish...

Swords were drawn out from the hands of many personal guards, flashing with cold light.

Zhang Poyue's lips moved, and he stepped on his blood-soaked riding boots and walked to the nearest woman.

"Goodbye."

Zhang Poyue covered the woman's eyes with his left hand, and slashed her neck with the sword in his right hand, and blood splattered all over Zhang Poyue's face.

The hot blood filled Zhang Poyue's eyes. Zhang Poyue did not blink, and walked forward steadily, continuing to cover the eyes of the next woman with his left hand, and the saber in his right hand swept across her neck again.

Zhang Poyue's steps were steady, his eyes were steady, and his sword was steady.

His personal guards were the same.

Everyone seemed to have practiced countless times.

It was very quiet inside the convertible.

"Burn it, change the knife." After killing the last person, Zhang Poyue threw down his sword, took off his leather gloves, threw them behind him, and walked out of the tent.

A personal guard brought a copper basin to him.

Zhang Poyue put his hand in warm water, and blood bloomed like peach blossoms.

Zhang Poyue washed his hands slowly and carefully, until he was sure that there was no trace of blood on his hands, he took the clean towel and wiped his fingers one by one.

"Zhang Poyue! You are not a human! You are a beast!" Lang Manshuai continued to curse.

Zhang Poyue looked at Lang Manshuai nailed to the wooden pillar and laughed.

"I like you to scold me." Zhang Poyue's voice was a little hoarse, and the smile on his face became stronger.

"General, I brought it." A team of soldiers came with a dozen young monsters.

Zhang Poyue smiled, looked at the children, pointed to the five barbarians nailed to the wooden pillar, and said kindly in standard monster language: "Eat them, I will let you live."

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