After Fang Yun finished speaking, he put down his brush and wrote slowly.
Shu Saint.
When I was young, I didn't know the difficulties of the world. The north of the Central Plains looks like a mountain.
The ship crosses the river in Ning An at night. The iron horse is in the autumn wind at Great Shan Pass.
The Great Wall above the river is empty. The reflection in the mirror is already old.
When I finish my apprenticeship, no one can compare to me in a thousand years.
When the poem was finished, the spirit soared and broke through to the Guardian State. In the end, it was still three inches away from being able to spread to the world.
The Guardian Visions formed one after another.
The fragrance of the book assailed the nostrils and the sound spread for thousands of miles. All living beings were in awe.
Although the scholars in the field of craftsmen didn't write poems, they had studied the Book of Songs and understood the true meaning of the poem. However, they didn't understand the power of the poem. When they saw that a poem could form a vision and praise Zhuge, they were all delighted.
Only a few people were reading the poem.
The poem was written when the poet was young and didn't know the difficulties of the world. He thought that he could easily deal with the barbarians in the north. However, when he looked at the north, he realized that the resentment there was like a mountain. Conquering the barbarians wasn't something that could be done in a day.
Now, he recalled the scene when he fought against the barbarians at Ning An Ferry. He also remembered how he commanded the army to continuously reclaim the lost land, including the Great Shan Pass that had been invaded by the barbarians for a long time.
Back then, he compared himself to the Great Wall of the north to protect the human race. However, because of the Battle of Ning An, he used up too much of his spirit, causing his hair to turn white. In the end, he still couldn't completely deal with the barbarians.
People couldn't help but remember Zhuge Liang. His achievements were brilliant and his writings were shocking. He almost protected the Shu Kingdom with his own strength. No one could obtain such outstanding achievements like Zhuge Liang.
The people didn't know about Fang Yun's deeds in the Saint Origin World, but they felt that Fang Yun was being modest. He was mainly making Zhuge Liang look better.
When the visions appeared, the poem on the page became brighter and brighter. In the end, it turned into a viscous white light. The words on it could no longer be seen.
Then, the damaged brush in Fang Yun's hand let out a joyful cry. It was as if a long drought had met with sweet dew.
The tip of the brush trembled slightly and formed a suction force. The white light of the poem slowly dissipated into white threads.
The white threads slowly swayed and were sucked into the brush.
Mo Nu stood on Fang Yun's wrist and clapped her hands happily, her eyes curving into crescents.
The Inkstone Turtle was incomparably manic. It kicked its four legs even harder and opened its mouth desperately, trying to absorb the white light. Unfortunately, it was too far away and could not touch it at all.
Everyone watched curiously as the white light slowly entered the brush, and the broken brush was slowly being repaired by the white light.
Mo Nu suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a blob of ink. It landed on the tip of the brush and slowly seeped into the brush.
When the Inkstone Turtle saw this scene, it flew into a rage. The ink that Mo Nu spat out not only contained Mo Nu's powers, but also the Inkstone Turtle's powers.
Under the power of the Holy Page Poem and the Inkstone Turtle, the brush quickly recovered.
After the brush had completely absorbed the white light, it was as new as before. The entire brush exuded a gentle glow, making people feel close to it.
Mo Nu became even more excited as she clapped her little hands incessantly.
The Inkstone Turtle looked like a hanged ghost. Its four legs were exposed like mud, and its neck was pulled very long. It looked like it had nothing left to live for.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the Holy Temple.
Everyone instinctively stretched out their arms and used their sleeves to cover their faces, but Fang Yun did not move. He saw a holy light fly out of the Holy Temple and land on the brush.
Then, the light on the brush's surface converged, and the entire brush turned illusory, becoming translucent.
Slowly, light seemed to spurt out from the tip of the brush, forming a small fountain of light that was less than three inches tall.
The fountain of light erupted for more than ten breaths before finally condensing into a translucent three-inch old man.
Fang Yun looked at this little old man and smiled. This old man was exactly the same as the Elder Brush he saw in the Holy Ground.
However, this little old man's expression was different from back then. When he saw Fang Yun, he bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, Book Master."
Fang Yun was stunned and sighed softly.
That Elder Brush had already passed away. This was a new one, and also one that belonged to him.
Fang Yun suddenly understood. Perhaps that Elder Brush could have continued to live, but that meant that it would not choose any master and would eventually dissipate completely. However, that Elder Brush gave up his final struggle and chose to be reborn peacefully.
"You will follow me to write the world."
After saying that, Fang Yun put away the Elder Brush, the Inkstone Turtle, and the Ink Lady.
In the Ingenious Workshop of Shu City.
Ever since Jing Lan shocked everyone at the Divine Craftsmen Conference, the Ingenious Workshop had become the most famous workshop in the area. Even during wartime, there was an endless stream of visitors.
But today, the Ingenious Workshop was closed.
In the Ingenious Workshop, all the living scholars of the Sea Cliff and Lei Tingyu were sitting in the courtyard.
"That poem has spread for thousands of miles. If I'm not wrong, it must be Fang Yun's work."
"Not necessarily. Perhaps a genius poet has appeared in the field of craftsmen." Jing Xiao, who had almost been beaten to death, was wrapped in bandages. He had not recovered the strength of a scholar, and his self-healing ability was very low.
Lei Tingyu rolled his eyes at Jing Xiao and said, "Who in the field of craftsmen would write 'Ning An Du'? And the content of the poem matches the experience of Ning An that Fang Yun told us later. "
"This poem, there's nothing special about it." Jing Xiao whispered.
The head of the Jing family, Jing Bushou, sighed and said, "If it's just a poem, it's nothing. But Fang Yun wiped out the barbarians and demons, even killed the Wolf God Emperor and started the Saint Worshipping Ceremony. That's different. "
"Why?"
Jing Bushou said, "The Old Man suspects that every time a scholar from the outside world enters, an Emperor will appear to attack the city. Killing that Emperor should be one of Zhuge's tests."
"Impossible. Didn't Zhuge test the skills of Gongzi? "Jing Lan was shocked.
Jing Bushou shook his head and said, "Although Zhuge Saint minored in the School of Gongism, and the School of Gongism is extremely talented, not inferior to any Half-Saint, he still majored in Confucianism and is a member of Confucianism. The test of Gongzi's skills was only one of the tests. Wiping out the barbarians and demons was the second. As for the third, it should be related to essays. After all, Zhuge's essays and poems were also extraordinary. "
Lei Tingyu said, "These three tests probably correspond to the three immortals of meritorious service, speech, and virtue. Wiping out the barbarians and demons is meritorious service, writing the nation's most important poem is speech, and spreading Gongzi's skills is meritorious service. But in the field of craftsmen, it can be counted as virtue. Although it's far from Kong Sheng's three immortals, it can be counted as lesser immortals. It's more than enough to complete the test of Half-saint's former residence. "
"Ah? Doesn't that mean Fang Yun has passed the test and grasped Half-saint's former residence? "
Lei Tingyu smiled and said, "You guys have been living in Ancient Sea Cliff for a long time and don't know the inside story. Once someone passes the test of Half-saint's former residence, the rest will be sent out. So, as long as we are in the field of craftsmen, Fang Yun won't be able to grasp Half-saint's former residence. We still have hope! "
Jing Bushou said, "That's right, Mister Tingyu is right. Although Fang Yun defeated the barbarians and demons, he used the Starfire Turbid Sky Mirror. As the saying goes, it's an unfair victory. Maybe the will of craftsmen will think that he cheated and continue to test him. Brother Lan, your Gongzi's cultivation is the best among us. Our hopes are all on you! "
Jing Lan said firmly, "Don't worry, patriarch. Everyone, don't worry. In at most a month, I will be able to become a scholar. Before long, I have the confidence to become the number one scholar in the field of craftsmen and seize control of Half-saint's former residence!"
"Come, let's toast Brother Jing Lan!"
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