Everyone was shocked by Fang Yun's actions. Everything in the Hall of Shang Rites represented the etiquette of the Shang Dynasty. Even if one knew that the cup was placed in the wrong place, one could just place it in the right place. Throwing it away was too frightening. It was an insult to the ancestors, an insult to etiquette.
"Is Fang Yun giving up on himself?" A High Scholar whispered.
Fang Yun turned and left the Hall of Shang Rites. He realized that a few white robed High Scholars and black robed High Scholars were looking at him strangely.
Fang Yun was helpless. The word "Qiang" on the cup meant that it was a slave. Even if a slave had a cup, they would not have engraved words on it. This meant that the cup either belonged to a sinner who was demoted to a slave, or it was a burial item. It was better to throw it in a random corner than to put it on the table.
A cup was not important, but if it was placed in the Hall of Shang Rites, it would be the greatest insult to etiquette. Hence, Fang Yun believed that this simple cup could at least increase his chances of winning.
Fang Yun turned and walked forward. He passed through the four Halls of Etiquette and entered a door. Many people followed him, but two people from the Kang Association whispered to each other. One stayed where he was, while the other hurried to the fourth pavilion.
After passing through the door, Fang Yun saw another pavilion. The words "Dan Bo" were written on the signboard of the pavilion.
Fang Yun did not hesitate and entered. The High Scholars and High Scholars behind him hurriedly followed.
In the third pavilion, the High Scholar walked out of the Hall of Zhou Rites and looked around. He saw a High Scholar hurriedly walk over and whispered, "Your Highness, I don't know what Fang Yun is up to. He went to the Hall of Shang Rites and threw away a cup. It seems like something went wrong with his Hall of Zhou Rites. Hence, he wants to use the Hall of Shang Rites to gamble. "
The High Scholar frowned and shook his head, "It is possible, but the possibility is very small. I suspect that he has read some ancient books and has a certain understanding of Shang Rites. I understand now that he dares to participate in the Pavilion of Ascending Mist. If he dares to expel Wei Yu from the Palace of Literature, he must have a certain level of confidence. The only way to defeat him now is for him to use his talent! "
"Indeed. In the seven pavilions, the distribution of talent is very important. If a High Scholar were to be careless, his talent would be depleted and he would fail prematurely. The fourth pavilion's Bouncing Wave Pavilion was one thing. With Fang Yun's ability, he might be able to pass it. However, the fifth pavilion's Mountain Shifting Pavilion was different. Only those who had calculated talent to the limit could win. Every year, the number of people who can reach the fifth pavilion, including the High Scholar and Grand Scholar, is only slightly more than ten. "
"Let's go. I want to see Fang Yun's ability to bounce waves and move mountains!"
Fang Yun stepped into the Bullet Wave Pavilion. Soon after, he realized that he was in a lake. The lake water didn't reach his chest and was extremely clear. He could even see the fishes at the bottom of the lake fleeing in panic. This water was different from ordinary water. Fang Yun's body could not avoid it, and the power of the pseudo dragon balls was completely ineffective.
Fang Yun immediately rolled up his sleeves, revealing two white arms. His arms were well-proportioned and powerful, completely different from his bamboo-like arms half a year ago.
This was because in the water, ripples spread out in all directions. At the same time, ten small fishes jumped out of the water around Fang Yun. When the small fishes jumped out of the water. They formed circles of ripples that spread out in all directions. Different ripples constantly met and intertwined.
Soon after, the small fishes fell into the water, forming a second layer of ripples. Soon, more small fishes jumped out of the water, forming more ripples.
Fang Yun's eyes were cold as he stared at these ripples.
The so-called Bouncing Wave Pavilion used the ripples on the water as the strings of the zither. Using the zither as playing the zither, the ripples on the water would produce sounds. If it was light, it would be silent. If it was heavy, the ripples would be interrupted. The test of finger strength and the Dao of the zither was extremely harsh.
These ripples were as gentle as ordinary water ripples. Without talent, it was impossible to play.
Just the fourth pavilion alone. Countless talents were stumped. Many people who did not know the Dao of the zither were unable to play a complete tune with the ripples even if they went to learn.
Fang Yun carefully observed the crisscrossing ripples. The sound produced by the ripples was just the beginning. The collision of the ripples at the end was fatal.
Although Fang Yun had read the books that Zhao Hongzhuang gave him and had reached the first level of the Dao of the zither, he had never played the ripples before.
Fortunately, this pavilion gave people 15 minutes to practice. However, those who had been here before did not need to practice and could directly start playing the ripples.
Fang Yun took a deep breath and circulated his Qi. He controlled the Qi of Heaven and Earth to gather at his fingertips and then tried to play the ripples.
The moment his finger landed on the ripples, the ripples suddenly broke, producing an ear-piercing sound of a zither string breaking. Fang Yun could not help but frown.
At the same time, people appeared in the lake one after another. Their appearance also formed ripples, increasing the difficulty of the Bouncing Wave Pavilion.
Fang Yun's expression was calm, as if he did not see these people. He tried to play the ripples again.
This time, the ripples trembled slightly and did not break. However, there was no sound either. The strength was too weak.
Fang Yun continued to test, and soon all the ripples produced sounds.
The Bouncing Wave was only the first step. The second step was to distinguish the sound. Every ripple corresponded to one of the seven strings. Only by making the correct judgment could one play the correct sound.
After distinguishing the sound, it was time to "change the fingers". The seven strings of the zither were fixed, but the ripples came from all directions. They were dense and endless. The previous finger techniques had to be changed accordingly.
Fang Yun began to use up his Qi during practice.
The others shook their heads. Fang Yun had become a High Scholar for less than two months. Even if his Qi was more than a normal High Scholar, it should not exceed five inches. According to the way he was using up his Qi, his Qi would not be enough to support him to pass the fourth pavilion.
Very quickly, Fang Yun found another huge obstacle. That was, there were people constantly playing the ripples. The ripples and sound of the zither would affect him. If he was not careful, he would play the wrong song. This was the biggest problem when going to the Lingyan Pavilion.
Hence, even if the other countries used up their Qi, they would not be willing to go to the Lingyan Pavilion. This was to prevent their own students from being affected.
As Fang Yun practiced, more and more people entered the Strumming Wave Pavilion.
Fang Yun did not pay attention to what was going on around him as he practiced. Not only did he use up his Qi to play the zither, he also used up his Qi to think. His improvement was extremely fast. Those who were observing him were secretly shocked.
Before long, Wei Yu came in. He turned his head and laughed, "Fang Zhenguo, today is the day your zither breaks!" As he finished, he stopped practicing and started playing the ripples.
Wei Yu closed his eyes and then opened them. He exhaled deeply. His hands were as soft as snowflakes. When his index finger touched the first ripple, the water in a radius of a mile suddenly trembled, and the surface of the water sank an inch.
Fang Yun immediately felt as if his hands were being surrounded by an invisible force, and became more sluggish.
"Qin Dao suppression!" Some people exclaimed softly. They gave up on playing the ripples. Their hands did not touch the water as they observed Wei Yu carefully.
"After all, it is the second level of the Qin Dao. It is different! Look at his fingers. They are like butterflies. Just looking at them is a pleasure. "
"People like him have received special training since young. In order to enter the upper house, Wei Yu studied riding, archery, the Qin Dao, chess and calligraphy. Other than his painting skills, he is the best of his generation."
"If Fang Yun was given another three years, Wei Yu would be suppressed by Fang Yun. But now …"
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