The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The page disappeared without a trace, leaving only a piece of cyan dragon skin in his hand.

"What's going on! Who can get this dirty article thousands of miles away?" Fang Yun immediately looked around, but there was nothing.

Fortunately, this was not the first time that this happened. Fang Yun immediately understood and thought to himself: "Among the wonderful books in the world, where are the dirty works of great scholars?"

Fang Yun immediately "saw" a void. A page of withered yellow paper was suspended in the void. The blood-colored words on it suddenly beat slowly like blood vessels. The beating sound became louder and louder, and finally it was like beating a drum.

The bloody words seemed to be bound by some force and were struggling.

Far away at the junction of the Yangtze River and the East China Sea, there is an extremely wide estuary. Deep in the estuary, a magnificent Dragon Palace stands at the bottom of the river.

"Father, that Li Wenying bullied my Shui Tribe too much. Please give me a treasure to take back that great scholar's dirty work."

"Go get a drop of my holy blood and slowly look for that page of dirty articles written by the great scholar."

"Li Wenying has already killed that cheap snake, so he deserves it. To deal with Li Wenying, I'm afraid I'll need a drop of your blood."

"If he gets it, he will definitely go back to Dayuan Mansion first and let the power of the Holy Temple wash it away. He will not go to the river to do anything. That little snake is smart and will probably hide the great scholar's filthy writings wherever she passes."

"Okay! I will turn into a human and search slowly."

"Well, go ahead... wait, there's no need to go."

"Father, you..."

"My holy blood has been wiped out. The holy temple must not be so quick. It should be a semi-saint from the human race! That's all. That 'Utopia' is just a legend. You can go down."

In the forest, Fang Yun "saw" in the void, the blood on the article page was gradually lifted off the paper by a huge force, and then the blood turned into a tiny dragon, roaring to the sky, twisting its body crazily. .

But that invisible force was extremely terrifying, tightly binding the bloody dragon.

Fang Yun couldn't help but wiped his sweat.

"Isn't this the legendary semi-holy divine thought? This drop of blood, combined with the divine thought contained in it, has the power of a great scholar at a low level, and the power of a great scholar at a high level. It can destroy cities with a drop of blood and break mountains with a single thought. Strange book How did Heaven and Earth do it?”

Fang Yun thought to himself, and looked carefully at the dirty text of the great Confucian scholar. The blood on it completely disappeared, and the words were golden, exuding a soft brilliance. At the same time, an elegant voice came from the paper, constantly reciting the content.

"The lingering sound is unmistakable. It must be a manuscript written by Tao Sheng when he was a great scholar. But how do you get this thing out? It's a wonderful book in the world. Give it to me and let me see it."

Qishu Tiandi did not move.

"this……"

Fang Yunzheng suspected that Qishu Tiandi wanted to take possession of Da Ru's manuscript. The fragments of "Peach Blossom Spring" disappeared, and then Fang Yun heard a deafening sound in his ears.

"In the Taiyuan Dynasty of the Jin Dynasty, the people of Wuling made fishing their main occupation. They walked along the stream and forgot the distance of the road. Suddenly they came across a peach blossom forest..."

The voice is ethereal, with a wonderful artistic conception that transcends everything. It makes people feel like they have entered a beautiful mountain village where peach blossoms are in full bloom, forgetting the world, and living forever in the world of "Peach Blossom Spring".

Fang Yun realized that Qishu Tiandi had sent the fragments of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" to his literary palace. He felt very comfortable listening to it once, but felt dizzy the second time.

The great Confucian manuscripts have great power and can be collected into the literary palace like powerful cultural treasures, which is of great benefit to the literary palace. However, Fang Yun is only a scholar now. Even if he has literary courage and is barely half a scholar, he still cannot Withstand the repeated tempering of lingering sounds.

After just over thirty breaths, Fang Yun couldn't bear it anymore and Wen Gong shook slightly.

The deafening reverberation disappeared immediately and returned to the world of strange books.

Fang Yun glanced at the tiny blood dragon struggling in the void, returned to the camp in a daze, lay down and fell asleep.

In the early morning, nearly a thousand reinforcements from Dayuan Prefecture arrived. After being summoned by Li Wenying, Gezhou Mu came in person. Not only did he bring five Jinshi officials and sixteen Juren officials, he even brought an old Hanlin who had just resigned. , for fear that something might happen to Fang Yun and others. Everyone collected the bodies of all the fallen soldiers and walked out of the mountain forest.

This day is also the day when "Holy Way" and "Wenbao" are published.

The "Holy Way" and "Wenbao" from all over the ten countries were published as scheduled, no different from usual.

However, there are some small differences outside the literary academies of the Ten Kingdoms. The book sellers belonging to Xuanting Bookstore wear uniform clothes, push carts with advertising banners, and purchase a large number of "Holy Way" and "The Holy Way" and "The Holy Way" in the liberal arts academy. "Wenbao" was put into the car, and various books such as "The Romance of the West Chamber" were sold at the same time.

There was a sea of ​​people outside the Wenyuan Bookstore in Dayuan Prefecture. There were several times more people than when "Holy Way" was released every month. The excitement was almost equal to the annual county and government examinations.

"Hey, Mr. Liu, why are you here? You are over eighty, why don't you let your servants buy it?"

"I can't wait! I heard that Fang Shuangjia's masterpiece has been published in "Holy Way" again. There are three full texts and two co-written articles. It not only contains my favorite new painting techniques, but also helped Jianmei Gong revise poems. Where can I sit? Come on! Old Song, you’re over seventy, didn’t you come by yourself?”

"Haha, each other. We Jiangzhou finally produced a great talent. His poems and essays were published in "Holy Way". Of course I came to buy them myself. Alas, it's a pity. If he had been born fifty years earlier, the "Inscription on the Humble Room" "Had I graduated fifty years earlier, you and I would have been admitted to the Juren Examination."

"So this time I will buy ten copies, and let each of my grandchildren have one copy. They must read his poems and essays every day to ensure that they can pass the exam!"

"That's right! Look at the people around you, eight out of ten are buying it for their children and grandchildren."

"He is the first person to invite the Holy Word and the first person to choose the Holy One. Anyone who does not learn his poetry is a fool! Maybe he will become the first saint in our Dayuan Palace!"

"It's possible! Then I have to find a way to get his calligraphy treasure, which can be used as a family heirloom in the future!"

"Don't mention it. Now all the literati in the city are eager to get his calligraphy, but now he doesn't participate in any poetry and literary competitions. He concentrates on studying and testing talents. No one has a chance."

"Oh, it's May again, and the fifth day of the lunar month is the Dragon Boat Festival. According to custom, the literati from the Qing Dynasty will come across the river again to compete with us in poems and dragon boats. We have been losing for more than ten years in a row. I hope Fang Yun won't do it for If you don’t study, Jingguo will be embarrassed every year.”

"Yeah, ugh."

When people nearby heard about the Dragon Boat Festival, they all looked gloomy.

"Fang Yun is very powerful, but the 'Shijun' of this generation is in the Qing Kingdom. Shijun will not come, but his classmates or disciples may come. Even if there is Fang Yun, it will be more bad than good."

"Yes, the Dragon Boat Festival is not a competition for one person, but a competition for everyone on the boat."

"Fang Yun will not participate in the Dragon Boat Festival."

"Why?" many people asked.

"Have you forgotten? The dragon boat race is about stimulating the vitality of the world with poems. The participants are all scholars and scholars. He is just a child. Even if he writes poems that are better than those of Zhen Guo, it is useless."

"well!"

"Let's wait until next year."

"We will definitely have good luck next year!"

Many "Holy Doctrine" and "Wenbao" were bought by people. Some people would read them immediately, some would read them carefully after meals, and some would rush to a secret place outside the city to collect a few copies. Ten copies of "The Holy Way" and "Wenbao" were given to a hawk demon.

The hawk demon grabbed the wrapped "Holy Way" and "Wenbao", flew into the clouds, and flew to the Huangyao Mountain at an extremely fast speed.

Desolate Monster Mountain, Jingcheng Peak, and Dream Palace.

All the reverse literati stood in front of the temple. This was what they had to do on the first day of every month. Even if they were already reverse literati, even if they hated human beings and worshiped monsters, they were still obsessed with the power of the holy way.

They respect the holy way, but do not respect the human race.

A demon servant walked in with a big bag, then took out a copy of "Holy Way" and a "Wen Bao", holding them in both hands and handing them to the inhuman, ghost or ghost, demon or demon in the Dream Palace. Fengcheng Jue is a great scholar.

Feng Chengjue glanced at the catalog, snorted coldly, and said: "It's that Fang Yun who stole the show again! I hope he can do well for himself. If he dares to become a scholar before the Holy Spirit, I will kill him! Li Wenying, just a mere mortal, can't stop me!"

"Li Wenying is naturally not as good as you, sir. You are one of the four great talents of the previous generation."

Feng Chengjue flipped through the book and said, "I heard that Fang Yun'er's song "Inscriptions on a Humble Room" is good. I haven't read it before, so I just happened to have a look."

Soon, Feng Chengjue turned to the page where "Inscription on a Humble Room" was located. After reading a few words, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but read on slowly.

Halfway through reading, all the words in "The Inscription on the Humble Room" suddenly shook slightly, emitting a faint light and making a deep sound at the same time.

"What a shame!"

Fengcheng Jue and all the reverse scholars present screamed.

"ah……"

Feng Chengjue was the worst. His eyes were blinded by the light. There was a rift between Wen Dan and Wen Gong. The Wen Gong of other reverse literati also had troubles one after another. The three most unstable people in Wen Gong suddenly bled from their orifices and fell to the ground dead. There are also a few people whose literary palaces are shattered and completely turned into dementia.

In the end, less than half of the people managed to hold on, but there were a lot of cracks in the Wen Palace, which were difficult to repair in a short time.

"Damn Semi-Saint! He actually used Lian Danwen and Confucius' Holy Words to plot against us! Report it quickly and tell everyone not to read today's "Holy Way"! Be careful of the trap!"

"Yes!" A reverse scholar hurriedly left.

Fengcheng Jue's face was hideous and terrifying. He grabbed the throne with his dragon-clawed hands and scattered the powder from the solid stone throne. He gritted his teeth and said, "The Semi-Saint must be using this article to warn us not to explore that Wudong University." As a scholar! Damn it, I could have become a great scholar soon, but this happened. Not only will the sneak attack be delayed, but we will even have to go back to the demon world to repair Wen Gong Wen Dan! Fang Yun, you are in trouble! Send me an order immediately, I want you to kill Fang Yun at all costs. I will go back to the demon world to recuperate now! If Fang Yun is not dead, you will all die!"

"Yes, sir! We must mobilize all the power in Jiangzhou to kill Fang Yun!"

Feng Chengjue stood up and walked out of the palace, saying as he walked: "Whoever kills Fang Yun will be rewarded heavily, and you can get a magical fruit that increases your life span by fifty years! If you ask for anything in the future, I will definitely agree! I want to eat Fang Yun bit by bit, inch by inch!”

"yes!"

The reverse literati watched Feng Chengjue leave with sad faces.

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