Everyone in Saint Origin World knew that if one had the courage to write, one would be a qualified scholar. And if one had the heart to write, one would be a powerful scholar.
Fang Yun entered the Palace of Literature.
In front of him was not the Palace of Literature, but the night sky.
Fang Yun took a closer look. It was not the night sky, but a giant tree.
The giant tree was located very far away. He could not see its roots, only a part of its trunk and crown.
The giant tree was pitch black, and it was unknown what it was made of. It had countless branches, and the branches were filled with countless stars.
The giant tree emitted a thick and strange aura, as if it was the origin of the world, or the body of the world. Fang Yun felt incomparably small.
Fang Yun knew that every star was a star, and it was definitely not the stars that the ancient people understood. Every star was equivalent to a sun, and the sun was considered small among the stars.
"Mysterious." Fang Yun looked at the strange star tree curiously, trying to figure out what it was. But after looking for a while, Fang Yun was even more shocked.
"I can't see the roots or the bottom of the tree. It looks like a tree, but why do I feel like it's just a part of the branches? Just the part in front of me is equivalent to the Milky Way. How big would the complete star tree be? "
The star tree suddenly trembled, and countless starlight scattered down. Finally, the starlight condensed into a heart-shaped starlight. It streaked across the night sky and instantly rushed into Fang Yun's forehead.
Fang Yun could not help but blink. When he looked again, he found himself in the Palace of Literature.
The Palace of Literature's Starry Sky, Self Statue, and Talent Qi did not change. But on the first mural of the Palace of Literature, there was an additional jade oil lamp. The light was like a heart, and the oil was like water. It was incomparably warm, and at the same time, it emitted a faint fragrance that made people feel very comfortable.
Fang Yun found that the oil lamp was inlaid on top of the mural "Yellow Emperor Vs. Chi You". It was as if the sun in the mural was shining on the world.
The moment he saw the light, Fang Yun knew that this was a Literary Heart called "Vigorous Writing", and it was the highest grade!
High grade Vigorous Writing, a poem in a breath!
"A breath is a second. It can be said that this rapid writing has completely solved the problem of slow poetry writing! In the future, even if I suddenly encounter the Demon Clan, I can immediately attack them! "Fang Yun's face lit up with joy. With the help of Wen Xin, his strength had increased tremendously.
"I've heard that after becoming a Saint, a mid-grade Literature Heart cultivator will immediately become a high-grade Literature Heart cultivator, and at the same time, obtain even greater strength. However, if a person with a high grade Literature Heart were to become a Saint, what would happen? Confucius and the others first became saints and then obtained the Wenxin, and those who obtained the Wenxin first and then became saints, at most, they only obtained the mid-grade Wenxin before becoming saints. "
Fang Yun stared at Wen Xin's lamp for a while before leaving the Wen Palace.
In front of him was a flat mountaintop. There was only one stone door at the top of the mountain. Inside the stone door was a green light screen.
Fang Yun looked around. There was nothing on the peak of the Fourth Mountain other than the stone door.
"I wonder what the test of the Fourth Mountain is. It was said that the first three mountains were a literary test. After that, it was a literary test. After all, scholars had to master great power to survive. No matter how knowledgeable one was, it would be difficult for one to go further in this world without the strength to truss a chicken. "
Fang Yun calmed himself down. He slowed his breathing and walked to the door. Then, he reached out and touched the light screen.
The light screen immediately rippled like water and spread in all directions. Finally, it became completely transparent. A green grassland appeared. The grassland stretched as far as the eye could see. There were three human-shaped statues erected on the grassland. The three of them were wearing High Scholar robes. The third person was Yan Yukong.
"What's the test?" Fang Yun thought as he walked in.
The first statue shattered, and a High Scholar walked down.
"Greetings, Brother Fang." The High Scholar cupped his hands and greeted him. He was no different from an ordinary person.
"Hello, brother. May I ask what the test of the Fourth Mountain is?"
The High Scholar smiled and said, "The three of us were the last to pass the Fourth Mountain but not the Fifth Mountain. You only need to defeat me first, then choose one of the two to defeat, and you will successfully complete the test. If you can defeat the third person, you will obtain an even better Wenxin when you pass the Sixth Mountain. "
"I see. Thank you for your explanation. Are we going to have a Wenxin Duel? "
"Yes. You and I will have to compete using armchair strategies. As long as you can kill me, you will win. Brother Fang is an Elementary Scholar, and I am a High Scholar. However, I have just passed the High Scholar examination, and do not know how to speak eloquently, nor do I know how to write poems. Hence, I will only use the 'Yi Shui Song' to compete with you. Once you are ready, you may begin. However, the second and third person will not be so easy to deal with. "
"Thank you, brother."
Fang Yun looked down and saw that he was wearing a wooden robe. He put down the tray, and a brush, ink, and paper appeared on top of it.
"Once you pick up the brush, it will be a declaration of war. You have to be careful." The High Scholar said politely.
"Thank you for your reminder. The Fourth Mountain is a Wenxin Duel? What if I have just become an Elementary Scholar and do not know how to use armchair strategies? What will happen then? "
The High Scholar smiled and said, "Then come back when you know how to use them."
"…"
Fang Yun was speechless as he looked around his surroundings. It was just an ordinary grassland, two statues and a person. There was nothing else.
"Looks like this test is very straightforward. For a new High Scholar, it should not be too difficult. After all, this person should not be as agile as the real High Scholar. However, for someone who has just become an Elementary Scholar and does not know how to use armchair strategies, this High Scholar is an invincible existence. Luckily, I am able to use armchair strategies. "
Fang Yun thought to himself as he calculated the distance of his' Stone Arrow '. He then remembered that he had calculated the distance of his' Stone Arrow 'in the illusion. It would be able to maintain its power for a distance of 300 feet. Between 300 feet and 500 feet, its power would be reduced by half. After 500 feet, it would disappear.
The maximum distance of the Elementary Scholar battle poem, 'Yi Shui Song', was 150 feet!
Fang Yun was confident because his opponent had just become a High Scholar. In actual fact, he was just an Elementary Scholar, and had no way of controlling the power of a High Scholar.
"Since he has just become a High Scholar, there is no need for him to distance himself from me. Lower tier, one sentence in a breath. Middle tier, two sentences in a breath. Upper tier, one poem in a breath. Here, it can be said that in all the battle poems under the heavens, only speed is unbeatable. "
Fang Yun finished thinking and said, "Brother, you can begin now."
"Good." The High Scholar held onto his brush as he stared at Fang Yun. The moment Fang Yun picked up his brush, the High Scholar lowered his head and started writing. Just as he was about to start writing, he heard a gust of wind blowing through the forest, as well as the sound of a bowstring being drawn.
"The brush makes a sound?" The High Scholar raised his head slightly and looked at Fang Yun. Even though Fang Yun had reached the first level of calligraphy, he was confident that he could beat him. However, he raised his head abruptly. He did not care about his battle poem and stared blankly at Fang Yun.
The brush in Fang Yun's hand was so fast that it looked like a shadow. He was writing at a speed that the High Scholar had never seen before.
"Upper tier Literary Heart?"
Just as the High Scholar had this thought, Fang Yun kept his brush. A large bow appeared in mid-air and an arrow flew towards him.
"There's someone beyond the heavens!" As soon as the High Scholar finished speaking, he was hit by the powerful stone arrow. His body suddenly exploded and turned into a stream of water which flew into Fang Yun's body.
Fang Yun was puzzled. He had thought that it would be a holy baptism, but he did not expect it to be like this.
Fang Yun slowly retreated, but suddenly looked at the first statue.
Only the base of the statue was left of it. However, it was slowly reappearing, and finally became a statue of Fang Yun.
Fang Yun was amused. However, he thought of a possibility.
"This means that as long as I don't pass the fifth mountain, my statue will always be here. Those who came later were all people who had just passed the High Scholar examination. If they choose me, they can only blame themselves for being unlucky. "
Fang Yun walked twenty feet away and looked at the second statue. It immediately cracked open.
The High Scholar did not speak a single word. As soon as he appeared, he began to write the "Song of Yi River".
"The wind is blowing, the water is cold …"
This High Scholar also had a lower tier Literary Heart. He could write a sentence in a breath.
However, just as he finished writing the first sentence … He heard the sound of something tearing through the air and immediately looked up. He saw a sharp arrow flying towards him.
He was confused. It was as if he was asking where the arrow came from. Was he cheating?
When the arrow arrived, the High Scholar died.
The second High Scholar immediately turned into a stream of water and was absorbed by Fang Yun. Fang Yun's talent energy recovered to nine inches. At the same time, it stabilized Fang Yun's talent energy so that it would no longer tremble.
Fang Yun looked at Yan Yukong's statue.
"Since he is here, it means that he has not passed the fifth mountain. His talent is comparable to Yi Zhishi's, and he was taught by Half-saint. This shows how difficult it is to pass the fifth mountain. I wonder if I can pass the fifth mountain when I become a High Scholar and go to the Book Hill for the second time. It should not be difficult to kill his consciousness. After all, he is not a High Scholar. After passing the High Scholar examination, he has to go to the Book Hill the next day. He should not be able to learn how to write a chapter in a day. "
Fang Yun thought to himself as he looked at Yan Yukong's statue. The statue shattered.
"The wind is blowing, and the water is cold …"
Yan Yukong recited the Song of Yi Water as he ran quickly. He looked at Fang Yun cautiously. Moreover, there was an illusion of a tall mountain on his body. That was the defensive power of the "Ode to the Mountains".
"This …" Fang Yun did not expect Yan Yukong to be so talented that he could write a chapter in a day after passing the High Scholar examination. But what's up with the Imperial High Scholar battle poem "Ode to the Mountains" on him?
Fang Yun immediately guessed that the power of the "Ode to the Mountains" was given to Yan Yukong by the Book Hill. Only by killing him now would he be qualified to obtain a better second literary heart.
Fang Yun quickly picked up his brush. A second later, the "Arrow in the Stone" was completed. A sharp arrow shot out.
Yan Yukong was very experienced. He immediately rolled on the ground.
However, the Arrow in the Stone was too fast. It still hit the illusion formed by Yan Yukong's "Ode to the Mountains".
"Boom …"
Half of the "Ode to the Mountains" was destroyed by the Arrow in the Stone, but it did not hurt Yan Yukong.
Yan Yukong was forced to stop writing a chapter. A strange look flashed across his eyes. However, he did not panic. He started writing a chapter again and rushed towards Fang Yun. Yan Yukong was also writing at a high speed. However, it was only effective when he was writing a battle poem. It was useless when it came to writing a chapter.
The body of a High Scholar was much stronger than that of a High Scholar. Moreover, he had learned the killing techniques of the army a long time ago.
Fang Yun sighed inwardly. Yan Yukong was indeed a disciple of the Half-saint. Yan Yukong had chosen the best battle strategy. If Fang Yun did not have a High Grade Literary Heart, he would definitely lose.
Fang Yun had just finished writing a battle poem. His Qi was slightly shaken. If he wrote a battle poem now, it would be easy for him to fail. Therefore, he turned around and ran, distancing himself from Yan Yukong. After five breaths, Fang Yun turned around and started to talk about strategy on paper.
Yan Yukong had finished writing a chapter. A black fog assassin appeared in front of him. (To be continued …)
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