Zhao Qianzhang was surprised. He looked up at the sky but saw nothing.
Seeing that Fang Yun was silent, Zhao Qianzhang didn't ask any more questions. He said, "This is an unprecedented victory for the craftsmen. After cleaning up the remaining barbarians, Fang Xusheng, please lead us to the Divine Craftsmen's Palace to hold the sacrificial ceremony. We will use the deaths of billions of barbarians to worship Zhuge."
"Of course."
Fang Yun suddenly thought of something. He asked, "How are the Great Scholars of Seacliff?"
Zhao Qianzhang's eyes flashed coldly. He said, "The Great Scholars of Seacliff in River City have all died in battle. As for the Great Scholars of Seacliff in other places, they are all preparing for next month's Assembly of Divine Craftsmen. Since the barbarians and barbarians have been eliminated, this Old Man's lifelong wish has been fulfilled. I am willing to solve all the problems for you. "
Fang Yun didn't ask how Zhao Qianzhang killed the barbarians in River City. Instead, he said, "No need. Just stop them from participating in the sacrificial ceremony. After the ceremony, there is no need to restrict them anymore. After all, they are also part of the craftsmen and will always contribute to the craftsmen. "
Zhao Qianzhang didn't quite understand what Fang Yun meant, but he promised firmly, "As you wish."
Fang Yun reached out and put the Holy Wolf Emperor's corpse into the Worldly Shell.
Zhao Qianzhang whispered, "Fang Xusheng, there is something that I don't know if I should say."
"Just say it."
"The other Great Scholars of Seacliff are mediocre and not worth mentioning. That Jing Lan's Craftsmen's cultivation is profound and not below mine. When I observed carefully that day, he even surpassed me in some aspects. His Craftsmen's techniques don't seem to be derived from the Divine Path passed down by Zhuge. "Zhao Qianzhang said.
Fang Yun nodded. "Saint Origin World and Ancient Seacliff have exchanges every few years. Jing Lan has also been to Saint Origin World many times. He studied under many famous Craftsmen and even entered the Craftsmen's Half-saint family to study. It's not surprising that he surpassed you in some aspects."
"A few days ago, he used his technology to rope in some craftsmen. If we allow him to continue, I'm afraid that he will gather a lot of forces." Zhao Qianzhang's tone was slightly worried.
"I know what I'm doing. As long as he abides by the rules of the industrial world, what's the harm in letting him grow?" Fang Yun smiled.
"It seems that you have other means. I was worrying too much." Zhao Qianzhang relaxed.
Three days later.
Before dawn, Shu City was like an empty city because most of the citizens had already arrived at the foot of Mount Shu in the north of the city.
At the foot of Mount Shu, there were not only residents of Shu City but also humans from the other nine cities.
Since a few days ago, the people of the other nine cities had been using all kinds of mechanisms and carriages to travel day and night, all for today.
At this moment, the number of people at the foot of Mount Shu had already reached ten million.
On the mountainside of Mount Shu, there was a palace that was not particularly magnificent. However, this palace was far more exquisite than any other building. It even had a feeling that it had completely integrated into the mountains and rivers. It was incomparably harmonious.
The Divine Craftsmen Hall was the crystallization of the skills of generations of great scholars in the field of craftsmen.
The large square in front of the Divine Craftsmen Temple was filled with scholars and craftsmen from all over the world, quietly waiting for the sacrificial ceremony.
When the time came, the drums shook the sky, chimes sounded, and music spiraled in spirals.
After that, various Confucian scholars began to worship according to the improved Zhou Rites.
The calf was burned on the Tai Altar as a sacrifice to the heavens.
The calf was dug in Tai Zhe as a sacrifice to the earth.
After that, they worshipped the four seasons, the sun, the moon, the stars, the water, the four directions, and all the mountains and rivers.
After worshipping the heavens and the earth, Fang Yun wore a ceremonial robe and worshipped Sage Kong first, then the six Quasi-sages.
In the end, Fang Yun led all the Confucian scholars and Grand Scholars to the front of the Zhuge Sacred Temple. They burned incense and read the sacrificial oration, relying on the great merit of slaughtering the demons and barbarians to carry out the sacrificial ceremony.
After the sacrificial oration was read, Fang Yun held the sacrificial oration with both hands and lit it above the incense. Then, he gently let go and saw that the sacrificial oration was completely burned. Finally, it turned into a speck of light and flew into the Zhuge Sacred Temple.
Everyone thought that everything was over, but the main bell of the Divine Craftsmen Temple suddenly let out a deafening sound.
This sound pierced through the heavens and the earth and spread throughout the entire craftsmen's world.
This sound was far louder than the previous sound of the Divine Craftsmen Assembly.
Many scholars and craftsmen were stunned, surprised and delighted, because it was rumored that after Sage Zhuge passed away, the main bell of the Divine Craftsmen Temple let out such a loud sound.
After the sound of the bell dissipated, a shabby brush that was about a foot long flew out of the temple and landed in front of Fang Yun, wrapped in a faint white light.
Everyone just curiously observed this brush that they had never seen before, but Fang Yun was stunned.
Fang Yun had seen this brush before.
Back in the Holy Ground, Elder Brush had been stepping on this very brush.
But at this moment, the Elder Brush was completely absent.
Fang Yun had thought that the Elder Brush would appear in front of him instead of just a single brush.
When the great scholars outside Half-saint's former residence besieged Fang Yun, Fang Yun rushed into Half-saint's former residence because he heard the voice of the Elder Brush saying that Half-saint's former residence was about to open.
Fang Yun recalled the voice of the Elder Brush, which was extremely old and even a little intermittent, obviously reaching the end of his life.
Now, this shabby brush flew in front of Fang Yun, which was the home that the Elder Brush had found for himself.
But the brush was broken and could not be turned back.
Fang Yun was mourning for the Elder Brush in his heart when the ink tortoise suddenly flew out of the Heaven and Earth Shell and floated in the air, staring at the Elder Brush with a greedy look.
Mo Nu was the same as before, most of her body was soaked in ink, and only her upper lip was exposed.
Gurgle …
Mo Nu blew bubbles in the ink, and Fang Yun looked at her in confusion.
Mo Nu continued to blow bubbles, but Fang Yun could hear that the sound of the bubbles was similar to that of a telepathic voice transmission, conveying Mo Nu's words.
"Four treasures … Gather … With literature … Elder Brush … Rebirth … Four treasures … Gather … With literature … Elder Brush … Rebirth …"
Mo Nu was afraid that Fang Yun could not hear her clearly, so she kept repeating the same sentence.
Fang Yun was enlightened, and he smiled at Mo Nu and nodded to express his gratitude.
The ink tortoise's eyes suddenly lit up, and it rushed forward to bite the brush, wanting to escape.
But how could it escape from Fang Yun's palm? Fang Yun stretched out his hand at lightning speed, grabbed the ink tortoise's neck, and snatched the brush back from its mouth.
The ink tortoise's four legs kicked wildly, but it could not do anything to Fang Yun. It could only tilt its neck and glare at Fang Yun angrily, continuing to kick wildly like an old tortoise splashing water.
Fang Yun's telepathic thoughts moved, and a pale golden sacred page flew out from the Heaven and Earth Shell and floated in front of him.
Fang Yun held the brush in his right hand and dipped it in ink. Mo Nu took advantage of the situation, and the ink under her waist was like a water snake, coiling around Fang Yun's right hand. Finally, it stopped at Fang Yun's wrist. She was rather shy, and she did not dare to look at Fang Yun.
The ink tortoise also stretched its neck, wanting to see what Fang Yun was writing. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun's left hand hung down, and he held the ink tortoise's neck by his side casually as if he was holding a bag.
The ink tortoise was infuriated, and it kicked its legs wildly.
The scholars and craftsmen nearby were dumbfounded, and they did not know what was happening. However, they looked at the tortoise with pity.
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