"Shi Dehong is right! This Fang Yun is too scary. Even Shi Jun thinks highly of him and is willing to offend Shi Jun for him. If he doesn't die, I will die! Book Hill is my chance! I won't let go of this chance! Although I don't know what Book Hill is like, if I can find a way to destroy his path to Book Hill, I won't hesitate! "
Tong Li continued to think as she walked. Her gaze became more and more determined and vicious.
"Fang Yun, don't blame me! It's fine if you lose, but if you win, Shi Dehong and I will kill ourselves immediately! At that time, my grandfather and Shi Jun will definitely come for you for revenge! Even if you run to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape! If they kill you for other reasons, it will cause problems for their literary skills. However, if they want to avenge their disciples or descendants, the Notre-Dame can't deprive them of their literary positions! "
Tong Li raised her head and looked in the direction of the Notre-Dame.
"I don't believe that you, Fang Yun, are so important that the saint will help you personally!"
Unlike the sorrowful Tong Li, Fang Yun and the others were happy as if they were celebrating a festival. Juren Qian and the others also congratulated him.
After receiving the congratulations of countless people, Fang Yun was about to leave when a familiar voice sounded in his ears.
"Fang Yun, come to the Wen Courtyard." It was Magistrate Dong's voice.
Fang Yun first asked Yang Yuhuan and the others to wait for him outside the Wen Courtyard. He entered the Wen Courtyard and followed the three examiners to a large locust tree.
Magistrate Dong said seriously, "I'm afraid you now know what happened to your scripture."
Fang Yun nodded and said, "It should be Half-saint protecting me. He was afraid that the scripture would be leaked, so he covered it up for me. However, I misunderstood that there was a big problem with my scripture and that it might go against the holy path, so I was worried. However, since my scripture got an A, I slowly figured it out. "
"It's good that you figured it out. However, we … "Magistrate Dong pointed to the sky and put three fingers on his mouth.
Fang Yun nodded and said, "I see. But there are no outsiders here, so you can speak, right? "
"It should be possible. After all, the Sage's power is to prevent secrets from being leaked. If someone from the Punishment Hall asks, we can't just keep silent. However, try not to say anything, "Magistrate Dong said.
"You're keeping your mouth shut? I only know that this Wen Xin can stop the qi and blood of the demon race from erupting, but I didn't expect that it can seal all of your mouths. "
Feng Yuanjun said: "The more Wenxin you have before becoming a Saint, the stronger you will be after becoming a Saint. Wen Xin was not just an ability bestowed by the heavens. It would become stronger and stronger just like Wen Guts. When you get to Book Hill, you must climb with all your might. Strive for literary heart. Moreover, there are many secrets in the Book Hill, and we know very little about them. Other than the Holy Clans, no one knows what is inside. But we know one thing, the better you are. The more he gained, the more he gained! Remember, use all your strength to climb Book Hill! "
"I'll keep that in mind," Fang Yun replied seriously. He felt an indescribable pressure from Feng Yuanjun's tone.
Registrar Zhou sighed and said, "Although the two of them are Jinshi, they are the same as me, a High Scholar. They don't have a literary heart. Therefore, we have high hopes for you. We hope that you can be like those geniuses and climb the Third Mountain as an Elementary Scholar. Then climb the Fourth Mountain after becoming a High Scholar and obtain a literary heart. "
"I won't let you down," Fang Yundao said.
Magistrate Dong said, "Do you know that the Holy Ground has appeared in advance?"
"Yes," Fang Yundao said.
"That's good. If you want to go, we will prepare the Holy Ground for you when you come back from Book Hill. Oh right, you know a lot about the stars? "
Fang Yun looked up at the sky. He thought that even if he didn't know, he knew more than the people here.
"Why do you ask, Magistrate Dong?"
Magistrate Dong said, "I see that your scripture is like the stars on the paper. It's close to the highest level of writing. It's like a chess game, very mysterious. We can't compare to it."
Fang Yun thought for a while and said, "I often went to the river when I was young …"
"I know. Is it the River of Enlightenment? "Feng Zimo asked with a smile.
"Yes." Fang Yun had to say.
Feng Zimo told Magistrate Dong that Fang Yun had comprehended the Dao many times by the river. Registrar Zhou already knew about it.
"When Fang Yun comes down from Book Hill, are the two of you willing to go to the River of Enlightenment together?"
"Of course!"
Fang Yun didn't know what to say to them. He could only let nature take its course.
The three of them said a few more words. Fang Yun asked embarrassedly, "Can I have my scripture back?"
The three of them laughed. Registrar Zhou said, "See? I told you that Fang Shuangjia … no, Fang Wujia couldn't bear to part with his scripture. Fang Yun, haven't you thought about it? Shi Jun is such an important person. He often goes to the Demon Realm … Why did he come here personally? "
"Because of my scripture?"
"Of course." Registrar Zhou smiled.
Magistrate Dong said, "That scripture will be placed in the Notre-Dame for the great Confucians to comprehend."
"Ah?" Fang Yun's face was full of disbelief. He knew that his scripture was very special. It didn't matter if the great Confucian paid attention to it. But to let the great Confucian "comprehend" it meant something different.
"What are you talking about? Go back and prepare. After the ceremony tomorrow, you will go to the Book Hill. Don't mess around today. Don't think that you can relax just because you became a Xiucai! "Magistrate Dong said.
"Oh, I'll take my leave." Fang Yun turned and left. As he walked, he pondered. He couldn't understand why his scripture was worth studying.
After thinking for a while, Fang Yun vaguely understood.
"It's not that I'm more capable than the great Confucian. It's just that I've received too much information. In terms of the Divine Path, I still have to explore it. But in terms of the Great Dao and the direction of the world, I can see it more clearly than many people. Maybe this is the most suitable path for me. "
Fang Yun's mind was constantly thinking about his own path. At this time, his talent was increasing.
After leaving the Academy of Literature, Fang Yun and the rest went to a restaurant to have a meal. As they were going to the Book Hill tomorrow, no one drank.
Fang Yun didn't stay up late to study. Instead, he went to bed early to conserve energy.
The Academy of Literature was quiet in the morning. As the hundred Elementary Scholars filed in, the silence of the Academy of Literature was broken.
A hundred Elementary Scholars in dark blue robes entered the Holy Temple of the Academy of Literature to pay respects to the saints. It was only the second time that the Qi descended.
Fang Yun was a Xiucai before the Saint, so this was the fourth time that the Qi descended.
His talent increased from three inches to four inches. His Literary Palace, Literary Courage and other areas were all baptized by the Qi and became stronger.
"Although I'm only a Elementary Scholar, my Literary Palace is much stronger than normal High Scholars. My Literary Courage is also much stronger than a new High Scholar. I'm afraid I'll be able to reach the Grand Scholar level. But compared to the Half-saint's disciple, Yan Yukong, there's still a gap. After all, Yan Yukong was personally taught by the Half-saint and had already been to the Book Hill twice. When I become a High Scholar, my Literary Courage will definitely be comparable to his! "
Finally, Fang Yun looked at his own Qi. It was different from the smoke-like Qi of others. His Qi was like water. After the Qi of Talent descended, it became more condensed.
"I wonder how much power this Qi of Talent can unleash."
After the Qi of Talent descended, other than the top ten Elementary Scholars, everyone else, including the examiners, left the Holy Temple.
"Boom …"
The doors of the Holy Temple closed. Fang Yun and the rest were still in the Holy Temple.
Fang Yun quietly looked at the Saints worshiped in the Holy Temple, except for Confucius and the six Secondary Saints. The others were only worshiped in the ranking. Some were already dead, while others were still alive.
Finally, Fang Yun's gaze landed on Chen Guanhai's ranking. It was a bit old, as if it was hinting at something.
Fang Yun retracted his gaze and found Tong Li looking at him. At this moment, Tong Li did not hide the hatred in her eyes.
"I won't let you succeed in climbing the Book Hill!"
"Oh." Fang Yun casually replied. Tong Li was so angry that she had nowhere to vent her anger.
Suddenly, the entire Holy Temple darkened.
Fang Yun suddenly felt dizzy and uncomfortable. It was as if he had lost his balance and was floating in the void.
Before Fang Yun could think, the darkness dispersed and light reappeared.
This was no longer the Holy Temple.
The red sun hung in the sky. It emitted a warm light. In the distance, there were mountains and rivers.
There were birds chirping and flowers fragrant nearby. It was full of vitality, and there was a boundless green grassland.
It was an extremely beautiful place, and every part of it made people feel extremely comfortable. It made them feel comfortable to the bone and soul. They wanted to stay there for the rest of their lives and never leave.
However, there were also flaws in this world.
There were a total of 90 states of different sizes in the Ten Nations, and the largest state was comparable to the entire Jingguo. The smallest state was only half the size of Jiang Prefecture.
There were more than 800 prefectures in the 90 states, and each prefecture took ten people. In addition to the disciples of the Holy Families, there were also nearly 10,000 scholars who appeared here.
These people looked like flaws in the world.
Fang Yun was the first to wake up. After looking around for a while, the others woke up one after another.
Fang Yun looked around and was unfamiliar with the people nearby. Judging from their clothes and appearances, there seemed to be people from all over the world. These people were very vigilant and no one moved.
At this moment, the nearest mountain peak in front of them changed.
It was originally an ordinary mountain peak, but it was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The mountain path, steps, pavilions, and gardens slowly appeared. Finally, a pavilion appeared at the foot of the mountain, halfway up the mountain, and at the top of the mountain.
There was a long river at the foot of the mountain, and ten single-plank bridges that could only allow one person to cross appeared on the river.
"The person who crosses the bridge wins!" A voice suddenly sounded.
A strange wind blew down the mountain along with this voice, blowing to the riverbank and everyone.
Fang Yun only felt the cold wind blowing against his face like the wind of early winter. It was a little cold, but also a little comfortable.
"Ah …" The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy who was thirty feet away suddenly screamed.
Fang Yun looked at the child warily and saw that he hurriedly ran away from the mountain, trying to distance himself from the strange wind.
Fang Yun looked around and found that a large number of people couldn't withstand the strange wind and were running away. They couldn't even cross the river, let alone climb the Book Hill.
Many people cried out in pain, and some even fainted. Although most of them looked like they were in pain, they gritted their teeth and persevered.
"Why don't I feel pain? What is this place? Am I using my spiritual sense or my body? "
Fang Yun slowly walked towards the mountain and the single-plank bridge, but more than half of the people didn't dare to move forward. The strange wind was too strong.
Soon, four to five thousand people gathered in front of the ten single-plank bridges.
The strange wind here was even stronger, and many people cried out in pain. There were people who couldn't take it anymore and retreated. No matter how they cried out in pain, they didn't get hurt or bleed.
Fang Yun still didn't feel pain.
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