Fang Yun froze for a moment, then looked up. The crowns of two giant apricot trees were connected like two giant umbrellas, forming a dome of flowers and leaves.
"Little Apricot Altar?"
Fang Yun scanned the people in front of him.
Everyone left their chairs and sat on the ground.
Their buttocks reached their feet, their hands were on their knees, and their upper bodies were straight. They were sitting or kneeling, not kneeling.
Times had changed, and unless it was a special occasion, people rarely sat upright in Saint Origin. However, there were some exceptions, such as worshiping Kong Sheng, Half-saint lecturing, or learning from a master.
Fang Yun nodded gently and instantly understood. He had talked about too many ideas that surpassed the times. Although he had not formed the Divine Path, he had resonated with it. Coupled with his previous accumulation, he could become a great scholar at any time and form the legendary Little Apricot Altar at the same time.
Fang Yun was overjoyed. The Little Apricot Altar had great significance and was extraordinary. Many Half-saints had not been able to form it in their entire lives, and some Half-saints had even taken it to heart.
If he could establish the Little Apricot Altar, it would be of great help to the Divine Path.
Many great scholars had analyzed that the Apricot Altar was essentially a manifestation of the Divine Path, which was absorbed by the apricot trees. If the Apricot Altar existed for a long time, it would strengthen the Divine Path of the lecturer.
Fang Yun scanned the pairs of bright eyes. At this moment, everyone's heart was extremely pure. It was as if they had returned to their childhood, where they had met their favorite teacher and stimulated the most powerful ability of the human race. They wanted to know, learn, change, and improve.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "I will no longer be the governor of Xiang State. Perhaps I will move to another place soon. But if I can keep the Little Apricot Altar, my efforts will not be in vain. Let me remember that the land of Baling City once bore my sweat."
Dong Wencong lowered her head and said, "Master, I have discussed with others. Baling City is also known as Yue Yang, and there was also the Records of Yue Yang Tower. Baling City can be renamed Yue Yang."
"I no longer care about politics. You can discuss this among yourselves." Fang Yun did not agree or disagree.
"This student understands."
Fang Yun nodded. Suddenly, he felt that someone was looking at him. He turned his head to look at the side of the Wen Academy Square. His gaze swept across the area, but there was only an empty land and an ordinary apricot tree. There was no one there.
Fang Yun smiled faintly, as if he understood. He said, "Although this prince has stepped down from the governor-general position, my title remains. I am still an official of Jingguo. If you have any important matters, you can naturally send a letter to discuss them. As for this small apricot altar, I will use my power to move it to the side of the plaza. "
Who would have thought that Dong Wencong said, "En Shifu, this plaza is huge, the two apricot trees and the surrounding area only occupy about twenty, thirty percent of the plaza. I think it would be better to let the apricot trees surround the apricot altar, isolating the inside from the outside. The Little Apricot Altar was located in the middle, showing off its prestige, placing it on one side was a little biased. In the future, when the examination is held, the students will enter from the main entrance, go around the small apricot altar from both sides, and then gather in front of the temple. There won't be any obstacles. "
Fang Shouye said, "In my opinion, if the apricot altar and apricot forest were located in the middle, it would be like an elephant standing in a group of ants, encouraging the students. The Wen Academy and the temple are the pride of the human race, and this Little Apricot Altar is the pride of Jingguo and Xiangzhou! After all, this is the first sacred ground of Xiangzhou. "
Many of the scholars nodded. This was indeed the first sacred ground of Xiangzhou, and it was a sacred ground for education. From now on, Xiangzhou's status among the human race would continue to rise.
"So be it."
As Fang Yun spoke, he held the Seal of King Ji in his hand and used Xusheng's authority. The temple moved slightly, and clear light shone down from the sky.
All the flourishing apricot trees within a hundred miles of Baling City slowly rose up, and the soil around them slowly parted, revealing the roots and hairs of the trees. Every tiny hairs were perfect, and not a single one was left in the soil.
A large number of apricot trees flew above the Wen Academy plaza and slowly descended.
The stone slabs on the ground naturally parted, and the soil sank. The roots of the apricot trees fell into the soil, and the soil slowly closed up.
Apricot trees fell one after another, and a large number of them formed a tree wall, isolating the inside from the outside world.
Not long after, a square apricot forest appeared in the Wen Academy plaza, and it surrounded the two Holy Apricot Trees, forming an enclosed space, and formed the Little Apricot Altar.
Then, a large amount of fog emerged from the ordinary apricot trees, and slowly rose up, and finally covered the entire Little Apricot Altar like a giant lid.
Looking from the outside, the Wen Academy plaza now had a misty apricot forest.
Within the apricot forest and the fog was still the Little Apricot Altar. One could see the sky and the canopy, and it was bright.
Fang Yun put down the Seal of King Ji, and slowly took a deep breath.
A light wind suddenly blew in the Apricot Altar, and a large number of Holy Apricot Flowers swayed gently. Endless light pollen danced in the air, and flew towards Fang Yun.
The pollen did not enter Fang Yun's nose, but his forehead.
Every grain of pollen turned into an apricot flower in the Wen Academy.
Apricot flowers filled the Wen Academy.
A large number of apricot flowers fell everywhere, and then slowly melted.
All the flames of the Wen Academy lanterns became bigger and brighter, and the clouds of talent became more condensed. The walls of the Wen Academy became firmer, and the Wen Desk was filled with spirituality. But the biggest change was in the Wen Guts.
The surface of the Wen Guts was covered with apricot flowers, and at first glance, it looked like the Wen Guts had blossomed with flowers.
Fang Yun's Wen Guts looked as sparkling and translucent as crystal, but this Wen Guts was like everyone else's Wen Guts. Its surface was incomparably smooth, but if it was magnified tens of thousands of times, one would see clear scratches, and even cracks.
Those scratches would gradually fade, or gradually become heavier, and after they dissipated, new scratches would appear, and after they became heavier, they would become cracks.
The Wen Guts was the strongest, but also the weakest thing in the Wen Academy. Every thought that Fang Yun formed would be like an object touching the Wen Guts.
If the thought was flawless, it would temper the Wen Guts.
If the thought was chaotic, it would leave an extremely shallow mark on the Wen Guts, and not long after, it would dissipate.
If the thought was mixed with negative thoughts, such as pain, hesitation, evil, suspicion, and so on, it would leave behind a clear mark. If similar negative thoughts were formed continuously, it would eventually tear open an extremely small crack on the Wen Guts.
These minute marks and cracks would not quickly cause the Wen Guts to crack or even shatter, but as long as these marks and cracks existed, once a similar and sudden thought appeared, it could cause the Wen Guts to crack.
Every mark, every crack, hid a fatal danger.
Moreover, the Wen Guts was closely related to the War of Words, and these minute marks and cracks would affect the power of the War of Words.
Now, those apricot flowers fell on the Wen Guts and melted continuously.
After every Holy Apricot Flower melted, the energy released would repair some of the minute marks and cracks.
Fang Yun closed his eyes tightly, and the others looked at Fang Yun enviously. This was the difference between the owner of the Apricot Altar and the outsiders. Everyone present could only absorb a small amount of the Holy Apricot Flower's energy, and no matter how hard they tried, the rest of the Holy Apricot Flower's pollen would not fly into their Wen Academy.
Everyone present knew that the Holy Apricot Flower's pollen they absorbed was equivalent to leftovers compared to Fang Yun's. However, no one complained, because just sitting here was a great opportunity for everyone, and even a great scholar would cherish it.
After Fang Yun had absorbed enough Holy Apricot Flower's pollen, Dong Wencong said, "Teacher, the envoys from various countries have gathered outside the Wen Academy. On the surface, they are here to congratulate you, but in reality, they are here to fight for the right to use the Little Apricot Altar."
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