"I am from here and have been studying for more than a hundred years." The white-robed man said slowly.
Fang Yundao said, "I understand, but you must have put in a lot of effort to get here!"
"I don't like nonsense. You can't go to the Golden Mountain Academy. "
Fang Yundao said, "Since you know that I am climbing the Sixth Mountain, you are no different from a demon and a barbarian!"
The white-robed man didn't speak.
"Since you don't speak, I won't stop you. Thank you."
Fang Yundao was about to leave when the white-robed man spoke again.
"You didn't deserve it today, and neither did Wen Xin."
"It's not up to you to decide whether I deserve it or not. It's up to the Book Hill."
"I'm here. You can't have it!" The white-robed man's tone was firm.
Yan Chixia said curiously, "You are so unreasonable! If Fang Yundao did something wrong, you could reprimand him or punish him. But you blocked his path for no reason and made him unable to save his friends. Isn't that too much? "
Fang Yundao said, "This person … is a Heavenly Guest. He's not from here."
"Brother Fang, don't worry. If he doesn't let us go, we will break through! I said that I will escort you to the academy, so I will. We can't fail at the entrance. "
Fang Yundao nodded and stepped on the stone steps. As he walked, he said, "I hope you will let me pass. Otherwise, no matter what I do today, I will seek justice for myself in the future!"
Fang Yundao saw the white-robed man lower his head slightly and continue to turn his back to him. He held something in his hands and then began to recite in a low voice.
"In the past, in the Emperor's Yao, smart and wise, bright and elegant …"
The white-robed man was reciting the contents of Shangshu, which recorded the speeches of the kings and nobles in the ancient times. It was the oldest history book in the world. After being edited by Confucius, it was one of the classics of the saints.
The whole book was obscure and difficult to understand. Before becoming a scholar, no one dared to study it. Even the disciples of Confucius only dared to study it after they were successful in their studies. Scholars below the level of a scholar could only recite the whole text and understand the surface meaning. They couldn't dig out the real meaning.
As Fang Yun listened to the content of Shangshu, he couldn't help but lower his head and hands, just like a student being lectured.
At this moment, Fang Yun had completely forgotten about Cui Yingying, Nie Xiaoqian, White Lady, and even Book Hill.
Every time he heard a word, Fang Yun would instinctively analyze it. He used everything he had learned to interpret the words he heard.
Every word of Shangshu contained profound meanings, like gold in a stone. It could not be easily taken out. It required complicated methods and tools to refine it. If the methods were unclear and the tools were not good, it would be wishful thinking to find gold in the rock.
However, Fang Yun's scholarly instincts were stimulated. He was attracted by the mysterious and profound characters and studied them word by word.
The more the person read, the more Fang Yun was forced to comprehend the later parts of the book before he could understand the earlier parts. Just like a leaky bowl filled with water, the more water there is, the more it leaks.
Yan Chixia was the same as Fang Yun. In a trance, he began to study the principles in the Book of Shu.
After a while, something at Yan Chixia's waist suddenly moved and a golden light spread out. It protected Yan Chixia.
Yan Chixia's eyes cleared and found that Fang Yun was standing there with a wooden face, as if he had lost his soul. He was furious.
"How can I, Yan Chixia, allow you to do as you wish! I said that I would send Fang Yun to Golden Mountain Academy, even if I had to exhaust everything! Where the body is, there is righteousness. My blood turns to jade, and ten years of my life in exchange for the righteousness of Heaven and Earth! "
Yan Chixia spat out blood and used the Jade Blood Loyal Heart to recite the Grand Scholar Battle Poem, White Horse Chapters. It was written by Cao Zhi. After four lines of the poem, the General White Horse would be summoned. When he finished reciting, the General White Horse would be at his strongest.
The surrounding Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi surged. As soon as the General White Horse appeared, he was wearing golden armor and holding a divine bow. His entire body exuded a faint righteous aura.
The white-robed man only snorted and the General White Horse suddenly disappeared, and the White Horse Chapters was completely interrupted.
"How dare you …" Yan Chixia's eyes were filled with grief and anger. He roared again, "Where the body is, there is righteousness. My blood turns to jade, and ten years of my life in exchange for the righteousness of Heaven and Earth!"
Yan Chixia spat out blood again and recited his Grand Scholar Battle Poem, Demon-Slaying Will. He condensed a blood-red Demon-Slaying Sword, which exuded a stronger righteousness of Heaven and Earth than the General White Horse. He was about to kill the white-robed man in front of him.
The white-robed man only moved his fingers slightly and the Demon-Slaying Sword suddenly turned around and slashed at Yan Chixia's left shoulder.
Yan Chixia's entire left arm flew out and blood gushed out. It was then stopped by Qi.
"Good! Good! Good! Yan Chixia of the human race, on behalf of Brother Fang, pleads for the righteousness of Heaven and Earth three times! "
Dark red blood flowed out from the corner of Yan Chixia's mouth. It flowed slowly but did not stop.
"Youth conceited Lingyun Brush …"
Yan Chixia recited Demon-Slaying Will again and condensed the Demon-Slaying Sword. However, just as the Demon-Slaying Sword was about to fly out, the white-robed man's recitation of Shangshu suddenly became louder. Then, the Demon-Slaying Sword exploded. Yan Chixia subconsciously used his other arm to block it. His entire right arm was blown up and a section of his forearm flew out.
The white-robed man's recitation of Shangshu returned to normal. His voice became gentle as if he was persuading Yan Chixia to stop.
Yan Chixia's heart was filled with anger. His literary palace trembled and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He said, "I, Yan Chixia, will kill all demons. Once I say it, I will never turn back! Fang Yun helped me kill the tree demon, so I will definitely send him to the academy! Yan Chixia of the human race seeks the righteousness of Heaven and Earth! "
The sky trembled slightly and Qi of Heaven and Earth went berserk. A grand sound rang out, like a huge elephant's cry and also like the sound of a huge drum.
Dark red blood slowly flowed out from Yan Chixia's nose and eyes. He slowly said, "Young … Years … From …"
A new Demon-slaying Sword appeared in the air.
When Yan Chixia finished reciting the last word, the Demon-slaying Sword flew out like an arrow and went straight for the back of the white-robed man's head.
The white-robed man suddenly stretched out his right hand and caught the Demon-slaying Sword with two fingers. The power of the Grand Scholar's Zhan Poem with the power of the fourth level of the Heart of Emerald Blood was powerless between the two fingers.
"You …"
Without waiting for Yan Chixia to finish, the white-robed man broke the Demon-slaying Sword. Half of the bloody light sword flew backward and swept past Yan Chixia's right knee.
Yan Chixia's body tilted and fell to the ground. He gritted his teeth and didn't make any sound. His face was sallow and he was sweating profusely.
"I … Yan! Chi! Xia! Seek the righteousness of Heaven and Earth. With my remaining life, I will fulfill my promise! The young man is conceited with the Lingyun Brush … "
Dark clouds rolled in. The wind was blowing.
Yan Chixia was covered in blood. He stood up slowly on one leg. He was seriously injured, but his face was glowing. The surface of his body was emitting a milky white light. He was like a sage of heaven and a prophet of the human race.
Yan Chixia recited the Demon-Slaying Will again. A new Demon-slaying Sword was formed. It was no longer bloody. Instead, it was a golden sword, a ruler's weapon.
A golden sacred page flew out from his waist. It floated into the air and merged with the Demon-slaying Sword.
At the same time, a petite figure appeared from Fang Yun's River Shell. She was dressed in white and looked delicate, but her eyes were resolute.
"I will also help you!" Nie Xiaoqian said and jumped into the Demon-slaying Sword.
The Demon-slaying Sword didn't change, but dark clouds covered the sky within a thousand miles. The wind was still, and all evil was wailing.
"Farewell!" Yan Chixia lowered his head slightly.
Whoosh. The Demon-slaying Sword pierced the white-robed man's back. It pierced through his body and disappeared into the stone steps.
"Forget it, forget it …"
The white-robed man's body disappeared. Only a two-foot-long strand of hair was left in the air. It fluttered and burned slowly.
Fang Yun's body moved. His eyes were blank. Then, he blinked his eyes. His eyes were clear as he looked at the burning hair in front of him. Then, he looked at Yan Chixia, who had lost his arms and was standing on one leg.
Fang Yun's expression changed drastically. The missing memories immediately surfaced in his mind. He realized that he had heard Yan Chixia and Nie Xiaoqian's voices when he was listening to Minister of Education.
"Brother Yan! Xiaoqian! "Fang Yun felt like a knife was being twisted in his heart. He reached out to support Yan Chixia.
Yan Chixia lowered his head. There was a smile on his face, but he couldn't speak anymore.
The white light on Yan Chixia's body dissipated. A gust of wind blew, and his body turned into ashes.
"Brother Yan!" Fang Yun shouted. He reached out to grab, but he couldn't grab anything.
Fang Yun suddenly turned around and walked up the stairs. He reached out to grab the half-foot-long strand of hair.
A force hotter than the depths of a volcano and more majestic than the sun in the sky exploded from the hair. Fang Yun flew out like a ball kicked by a giant elephant.
Fang Yun grabbed the strand of hair tightly.
The hair was still burning. Fang Yun's palm emitted the smell of burnt flesh.
Fang Yun didn't let go.
"Strange Book World, help me!" Fang Yun roared in his heart.
The burning hair disappeared without a sound. Then, Fang Yun saw a thin strand of hair struggling in the dark world of the book. In the end, it was suppressed by an even more powerful force and quietly floated in the void.
The hair was no longer burning.
"No matter who you are, I will find you! I swear I will take revenge for today! "Fang Yun's eyes were full of hatred.
Fang Yun lowered his head and looked at the burn on his right palm. He clenched it tightly and looked up at the academy at the top of the mountain. He lifted his robe and walked up the stairs.
Fang Yun's body was still rippling with the remnants of Yan Chixia's Righteous Qi.
After walking a dozen steps, Fang Yun suddenly stopped and then continued forward.
The huge water dragon was still entangled around the entire mountain. It didn't obstruct Fang Yun in the slightest.
Not long after, Fang Yun climbed up the last stone step. He looked through the main gate of the Golden Mountain Academy.
He saw hundreds of scholars standing in the academy's square. They were constantly using battle poems to attack. In the center of the academy's square stood a beautiful woman in white.
The beautiful woman was surrounded by many green fragments. These fragments were either combined or separated, blocking the attacks from all directions.
In addition to the battle poems, there were three War of Words flying around the beautiful woman. Two of the War of Words were already damaged.
"Stop!" Fang Yun shouted.
Bai Suzhen trembled and covered her ears in fright.
The rest of the scholars were wild with joy.
"It's the Righteous Qi of Heaven and Earth!"
"This person came with the Righteous Qi of Heaven and Earth. He is at least a personal disciple of the Great Confucian!"
"This snake demon can't escape!"
Everyone stopped what they were doing, but the three verbal swords were still floating near Bai Suzhen, eyeing her covetously.
"Who are you?" A dignified old man asked in a deep voice. He was wearing a Scholar's sword robe. The two people beside him were wearing the same robe.
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