Fang Yun sat in the carriage with his eyes closed. After he finished reciting "The Butterfly Loves the Flower in Spring," he felt that he had lost some of his talent and energy. He needed to rest for a while to recover.
He Yutang, who was in the same carriage, became more and more excited. He said, "I'll bring this poem back to the family school immediately. The teachers and students will be happy. I didn't expect that not only are you good at writing poems, but you are also amazing. This poem is really wonderful. There are plenty of fish in the sea. It's a good sentence, and it will be passed down for generations. "
Fang Yun didn't answer and nodded.
"With 'Tales of the Pillow' and 'The Butterfly Loves the Flower,' your 'Holy Way' next month will be a double essay. Work hard and write two more poems, and it will be a quadruple essay!"
Fang Yun didn't answer, so He Yutang continued, "Nine days later, the heads of the nine counties and the prefectural children will enter the Prefectural Literature Academy to study. You are one of them. Although Li Shan Society can help you, it is still the world of Ying Society. Liu Zicheng is studying in the Prefectural Literature Academy. Based on my understanding of him, he will definitely put you in your place on the first day and make you the laughingstock of the Prefectural Literature Academy. "
"He dares to behave atrociously in the Prefectural Literature Academy?"
"You don't know? The head of the Prefectural Literature Academy is a subordinate of the Prime Minister, and the prefectural magistrate is a subordinate of the Prime Minister. The Ten Nations have similar rules. The head of the civil officials and the head of the Prefectural Literature Academy can never be from the same faction. This is for the sake of balance. It will be much better if you enter the Prefectural Literature Academy. Although Li Wenying isn't from the Prime Minister's faction, he is from the military and hates the Prime Minister. Can you find a way to enter the Prefectural Literature Academy? "
"A scholar entering the Prefectural Literature Academy? Those big countries have done it before, but Jingguo has never done it before. Do I have enough qualifications? "Fang Yun asked.
He Yutang thought for a moment and said, "Your Literary Name is enough, but you have never studied in the Prefectural Literature Academy, and you are not from All Saints. It is too difficult for a scholar to enter the Prefectural Literature Academy directly. Generally speaking, only the top scholars and the top scholars of each prefecture can enter the Prefectural Literature Academy. "
"Mm."
Fang Yun closed his eyes and rested for a moment before his consciousness entered the Literature Palace.
There was one more star in the Palace of Literature, and the amount of starlight that nourished his talent increased by a little, but it was still very thin.
The silk-like talent had increased once again, reaching seven and a half inches. He was only two and a half inches away from becoming an Elementary Scholar.
Fang Yun continued to ponder.
"The County Exam will be held around the fifteenth of June. There are still more than two months to go. This period of time was the best time for Liu Zicheng to attack me. No matter how much I endured, I might not be able to get through it. Therefore, I must become a Pre-Saint talent before the capital examination and master the art of war on paper. Otherwise, even if Liu Zicheng doesn't kill me, with his scholar physique and armchair strategist, he has countless ways to humiliate me. "
"But the growth of talent is too fast. Without enough practice, it won't do. If in the future I am unable to condense literary courage, or if my literary courage is lacking, then I will be completely useless. No matter how many poems I write, it won't be able to make up for it. According to the records of Chen Sheng, Tao Yuanming was too engrossed in the countryside and did not have the heart to cultivate his literary courage. He was unable to become a Saint until he was about to die. He repented and wrote 'Peach Blossom Spring' to clarify his mind. He no longer hid from the world, but instead created a paradise and became a Half-saint, extending his life by eighty years. "
"From today onwards, I will shorten my sleep to four hours. With my talent, I will be able to maintain my energy level for two months. It won't be too late to rest after I become an Elementary Scholar."
"Virtue is the bone of literature, character is the heart of literature, will is the root of literature, and words are the body of literature. Words have to be constantly practiced, and the books of the saints have to be studied even harder. This is the best way to stabilize one's talent. But I can't neglect my family studies, because teaching them is equivalent to using the simplest words to explain the Divine Path. This will be extremely beneficial to my training. "
Fang Yun retracted his mind from the literary palace and asked, "Brother He, what does your literary palace look like?"
He Yu Tang laughed, "You great scholars have your literary palaces, so naturally I can't publicize it. Mine is no different from an ordinary Elementary Scholar, so it doesn't matter if I tell you. My literary palace is a bit of a braggart, but it's actually just a broken down thatched hut. There's nothing inside except for my statue. There's nothing like the legendary starry sky of the literary palace, or the murals of the saints. Mine is the worst. The better one is a pavilion, and the better one is a stone house. As for you great scholars who have the potential to become Saints, you either have a literary palace like the Imperial Court's Golden Palace, or a literary palace like the Sacred Temple. Of course, there are big and small ones. "
"So that's how it is." Fang Yundao said.
"Your literary palace is at least a Prince's Mansion, right? You are so talented, so you must have a starry sky of the literary palace. But you may not have the murals of the saints. It is said that only the four great scholars or the head of the nation can have them. "
Fang Yun thought for a while, but didn't say anything. When he visited the Sacred Temple, he already had the murals of the saints.
He Yu Tang's interest was piqued, and he talked non-stop, "There are rumors that outside of the Sacred Temple's literary palace, there are other strange literary palaces. According to the words left behind by Confucius, that person must have jumped out of the Saint Origin World and looked into the starry sky. He must have a particularly high level of insight. For example, the saints say that the Saint Origin World is not flat land, but a big ball. They say that the sun is a million times bigger than the Saint Origin World. But we can't even figure out that the Saint Origin World is round, let alone talk about the starry sky. "
Fang Yun wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He thought to himself that knowing all this wasn't a high level of insight. Then he thought of his literary palace.
His Palace of Literature was not a palace or a sacred temple, nor was it an ordinary stone house. Instead, it was an extremely grand and ancient hall made of huge rocks. It was a thousand feet long and wide, larger than an ordinary small village. Furthermore, it was constantly expanding along with the growth of his talent.
He Yu Tang continued, "It is said that the bigger and stronger the literary palace, the more likely the Literary Star will move. What exactly is the Literary Star? Until now, no one knows. Only Half-saint guessed that Saint Origin World's Yuan Qi comes from the human body, but the talent comes from the Literary Star. However, after the death of Confucius, there were two more sources of talent in the world. One was the Notre-Dame, and the other was the human race. As long as someone is literate, then there will be an endless stream of talent. However, in order to obtain the purest talent, one must accept the Literary Star's move. As for the Literary Star's radiance, let's not talk about it. Other than Kong Sheng and Zhou Wen Wang, no one can obtain it. Oh, right, that Yi Zhishi might be able to do it. "
Fang Yun heard the name Yi Zhishi again. This person was also a genius of the present age. He only knew a little about poetry, but his study of the sacred scriptures was the best under Half-saint. It was said that even before he became a great scholar, his voice could still resound in people's ears.
Outside, Fang Daniu couldn't help but shout, "My family's young master can do it too! What Yi Zhishi or Second Zhishi? Is he a Double Holy Scholar? "
Fang Yun smiled. He Yutang smiled and said, "Alright, your family's young master can definitely become a Half-saint, okay?"
"At the very least, he has to become a Secondary Saint! In the future, I will be the Secondary Saint's coachman. How impressive would that be? "Fang Daniu said.
He Yutang smiled and said to Fang Yun, "This cousin of yours is really naive. Which Secondary Saint would sit in a carriage? If he wanted to sit, he would sit in a Literary Treasure Carriage. There's no need for someone to drive him."
Fang Daniu muttered outside, "That's true. In the future, I'll just watch the door."
Fang Yun was interested in Literary Treasures and asked, "Is there anyone who sells Literary Treasures?"
"There is, but it's very rare. After all, a High Scholar can only create the lowest level of Literary Treasure in their lifetime. In the entire Jiang Prefecture, there are at most forty to fifty High Scholars in a year. Excluding those who died in battle or accidents, how many Literary Treasures can there be in Jiang Prefecture? Most of the Literary Treasures are obtained by the Imperial Court and Notre-Dame. There are very few that can be traded. It's said that seventy percent of the Literary Treasures that are traded privately are carried by those who died at the hands of the Barbarians. Since the Barbarians have no use for them, they naturally sell them to human merchants in exchange for what they need. "
"What do the Demons need?" Fang Yun asked.
He Yutang's expression changed. He said helplessly, "Most merchants only sell cattle and sheep to the Barbarians. However, a few unscrupulous merchants not only sell living humans, but also the corpses of Literary Treasures."
"Is this true? I thought it was just a rumor. "
"Of course it's true! The Demon Blood can be made into blood ink. Demon Bones and Hair are also materials to make Sacred Pages. The Barbarians also love the bodies of those who have been infused with Talent Qi. It's best if they live or die. It's said that it can increase their cultivation and help them absorb the essence of the sun and moon. After all, Talent Qi originates from the Literati Star. "
"So there's such a thing." Fang Yun's expression became serious.
He Yutang continued, "It's because the Demons want to eat humans that the various countries send Literary Treasures to the counties. Every prefecture has a prefecture army stationed there. Our Jiangzhou is rather unlucky. To the south is the Yangtze River Water Demons, to the east is the Sea Demons, and to the southwest is one of the Five Demon Mountains. Fortunately, the Demon Mountain in our territory is a branch of the Yangtze River and is filled with small demons. The Yangtze River Water Demons have always been cleared out by the navy. Otherwise, it would have been a mess. The Sea Demon Dragons usually trade with us, but every year, they use humans to train their soldiers. "
"Are you talking about the Quelling Demons Poetry Festival?"
"Yes, the Sea Demons use us to train their soldiers, and we use them to train. Generally speaking, no one loses out. The worst thing is to meet the descendants of the Dragon Dragons who want to make contributions. If that happens, there will be a huge battle, and a few High Scholars and Elementary Scholars will die. "
"I'd like to see it for myself," Fang Yundao said.
He Yutang said, "I've seen it before. It's really spectacular. That year, it was led by a Demon King, Long Sun. Guess what his mount was? It was a huge Demon Turtle that was five kilometers long. When the Demon Turtle and Long Sun appeared on the surface of the sea, they didn't even use their Demon Qi, but they attracted a storm. When the Demon Turtle moved a little, a 30-feet-tall wave would come crashing over. If it weren't for the protection of our Scholars, the sea wall would have collapsed. Although Long Sun was powerful, he wasn't as fierce as Duke Jian Mei. Duke Jian Mei was originally famous for the Wind and Rain Sword Poem. That Long Sun insisted on controlling the wind and rain, but in the end, he was beaten black and blue by the Wind and Rain Sword and fled into the deep sea. The Demon King's strength was originally slightly higher than the Grand Scholar's, so that battle made Duke Jian Mei famous and famous in the Ten Nations. He then became the Chancellor of the State Academy of Arts. "
Fang Yun nodded and said, "It's said that the Sea Demons have been well-behaved all these years mainly because of Lord Li Wenying."
"Of course it's because of Duke Jian Mei."
"Grand Scholar Li has a lot of Dragon Blood Ink, right?" Fang Yun asked curiously.
"Yes! Even if 70% of it is handed over to the imperial court, 10% to the military, and 10% to the State Academy of Arts, he still has 10%. Over the years, many people have been coveting his Dragon Blood Ink, so he will appear at some literary gatherings every year and set the first prize as a Dragon Blood Ink Ingot. "
"I'll have to keep an eye out."
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