Many people shook their heads. Indeed, in the 90 states of the human race, there were many lunatics and strange people. However, not many people were like Fang Yun. [
Everyone was no longer paying attention to Fang Yun. Instead, they were reading the books in front of them seriously.
Some of the 1,000 books were difficult, while others were easy. After reading 500 books, almost everyone's reading speed started to slow down. It was not because they lacked talent, but because it was too tiring to comprehend the meaning of the books at such a fast speed. The power of Literary Courage was also being consumed.
Without reaching the second realm of Literary Courage, no one could comprehend so much content in such a short period of time like Fang Yun.
There was one exception among the other 99 people, and that was Yan Yukong. Although he was a High Scholar, he was already a rare genius who had reached the second realm of Literary Courage. He did not slow down when he read 500 books.
When he read 700 books, Yan Yukong's reading speed also started to slow down. He had used up too much of his talent, and his recovery speed was much slower than the consumption.
Yan Yukong sighed softly. It was the same the last time. In the beginning, his reading speed was much faster than all the Grand Scholars, but later on, he was dragged down by his talent.
He casually looked at Fang Yun and almost rolled his eyes. Previously, Fang Yun was still reading the books on Qiao Juze's bookshelf. However, Fang Yun was now reading the books on Yan Zewei's bookshelf!
This meant that Fang Yun had finished reading at least 2,000 books!
"Indeed, there are only wrong names and no wrong nicknames. Fang Wenba is really a tyrant in the Ten Nations!" Yan Yukong said softly and continued to read seriously.
Fang Yun's reading speed did not slow down. He had three types of talent, and his normal talent recovery speed was three times that of an ordinary High Scholar. In addition, with the help of Literary Heart, Starry Sky Palace, and Starry Sky Palace, the talent consumed by reading was almost the same as his talent recovery speed. He could not finish reading even after a few days.
When Fang Yun finished reading 5,700 books, Kong Deyu from the Confucius Academy finally heaved a long sigh of relief and closed the last page.
"Kong Deyu has read 1,000 books and is ranked second. He has nine points."
"Congratulations, Brother Kong!" Some people congratulated him without even looking up.
Kong Deyu looked at Fang Yun. The corner of Fang Yun's mouth twitched slightly. Even now, his reading speed had not decreased.
Kong Deyu realized that the number of books he read at the beginning was a quarter of Fang Yun's, but the ratio between the two of them kept increasing. Now, it was close to six to one.
"Whoever wants to read it can read it. I'm not going to read it!" Kong Deyu closed his eyes and rested on the chair. His face was full of fatigue.
Some Jinshi gently shook their heads. Many of them were not inferior to Kong Deyu in terms of talent, talent, and courage, but they had read less than nine hundred books. And his reading speed was getting slower and slower.
In the previous Ten Nations Grand Tournaments, many people had the chance to trigger the Bell of Courage. Hence, they would try their best to speed up even if their understanding of the books was shallow. However, now that Fang Yun had triggered all ten chimes of the Bell of Gall Call, there was no need for him to work so hard. If he was careless, he might lose his courage or his memory. If that happened, he would lose more chips in the third round.
Fang Yun continued to read quickly, and the more he read, the more delighted he became. Those books were far inferior to the classics of the saints and the scriptures of the great Confucian scholars. In fact, many of them could be considered dross. However, there would occasionally be some shining points in them that Fang Yun had never seen before even after reading a large number of books.
Those authors were of lower status. There were Jinshi, Jinshi, Hanlin, and Grand Scholars. Their understanding of the Sage Dao was very shallow and even wrong. However, Fang Yun felt that those shallow and wrong Sage Daos were of great significance.
The correct Sage Dao might not be suitable for him. However, the wrong Sage Dao definitely wouldn't be suitable for him.
Before he knew it, Fang Yun had finished reading a total of ten thousand books before he felt a little tired and closed the book. The Notes of Horse Politics automatically flew up and was about to return to the bookshelf.
Fang Yun was about to close his eyes to rest when an ancient and desolate bell suddenly sounded. This time, the bell sounded like the king of the human race and the lord of all worlds giving orders to the world, causing Fang Yun's literary palace to buzz.
Afterwards, Fang Yun heard an old voice in his ear.
"Spring of the first year, Wang Zhengyue. In the third month, the Duke and Li Yi, the Father Alliance, Yu Mian. Xia Wuyue, Zheng Bo, Duan Yuyan … "
Fang Yun knew that this was the original text of the Spring and Autumn Annals written by Kong Sheng himself. The Spring and Autumn Annals recorded the major events of various countries from the first year of the Duke of Lu Yin to the 14th year of the Duke of Lu Ai, spanning 242 years.
It was clearly just a voice, but Fang Yun not only heard grandeur from it, but also heard light, majesty, and even the power of the Sage Dao.
Fang Yun's vision blurred, and then he found himself in a colorful light. The light rushed downwards like sand and water, and he was like a fish swimming upstream along the unknown river of light.
The river of light contained immense pressure. Even the sound of reciting the 'Spring and Autumn' seemed insignificant in front of this river. Fang Yun only felt pain all over his body. Every part of his body felt like it had been pierced by a burning axe. He was enduring an indescribable pain. He could be reduced to nothingness by this river of light at any time.
Fang Yun could not feel the passage of time, and he could not tell up from down, left from right. He only felt that breathing was getting more and more difficult, and he could die at any time.
Fang Yun felt that he had lost all connection with literary courage and talent. He even felt lonely as if he had been abandoned by the world. He did not know what was going on, and panic grew in his heart.
After an unknown period of time, Fang Yun felt that he was expelled from the river by a great force. Then, a hazy fog appeared in front of his eyes, and the voice sounded again.
"Spring of the first year, Wang Zhengyue. In the third month, the Duke and Li Yi's father, Yu Mian. Xia Wuyue, Zheng Bo, Duan Yuyan … "
This voice was exactly the same as before. Fang Yun's reason told him that the voice was repeating itself, but his perception told him that this sentence and the previous sentence were actually the same sentence, and not repeated.
Fang Yun felt that his perception was ridiculous. Before he had time to think, he saw the fog in front of him dissipate, and a world appeared.
Fang Yun found that he seemed to be in midair. He saw a rather dignified person sitting on a throne in a large hall. Dozens of people were kneeling on both sides, discussing state affairs. Fang Yun had clearly never seen this scene before, but he immediately knew that it was the spring of the first year of the Duke of Lu Yin, the first month of the Zhou Dynasty's calendar. The person sitting on the throne was the Duke of Lu, Lu Yin Gong.
The first paragraph of the Spring and Autumn Annals only mentioned the time and did not mention Lu Yin Gong's succession. However, Fang Yun naturally saw and knew that Lu Yin Gong had just passed away. Lu Yin Gong was only acting as regent and had not officially become Lu Yin Gong. Therefore, Confucius did not write about it in the Spring and Autumn Annals.
Fang Yun stood in midair, watching Lu Yin Gong take charge of the State of Lu.
Time slowly passed, and Fang Yun did not miss a single second. After watching for more than two months, he did not feel tired or helpless in the slightest. It was only after the third month of the first year that Fang Yun realized this problem. Thinking about it carefully, the previous two months seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye.
Without waiting for Fang Yun to be surprised, the world before him had arrived in the third month of the first year of the Duke of Lu Yin Gong. Fang Yun saw Lu Yin Gong and Zhu Yi's father meeting. Fang Yun watched the meeting in detail without missing a single detail.
Time quickly arrived in the fifth month of the year, and the famous' Zheng Boke Duan Yuyan 'incident occurred. Fang Yun even heard Zheng Zhuanggong say with his own ears, "Those who are unjust are doomed to destruction."
After that, Fang Yun continued to watch the history recorded in the Spring and Autumn Annals like a spectator. He even saw some events that Confucius deliberately did not mention.
Retreating, enduring hardships, and the good deeds of Qin and Jin were all vivid in his mind. The Battle of the East Gate, the Battle of Long Ladle, and the Battle of Clear Water were all seen with his own eyes.
While watching the history of more than two hundred years, Fang Yun completely lost the concept of time. He did not even have time to think about anything else. He just kept watching, observing, and thinking about everything and everyone.
"In the fourth spring of the tenth year, the Western Hunt captured the Qilin …"
It was not until the fourteenth year of the Duke of Lu that Confucius met the Qilin and was canonized as a saint that the Spring and Autumn Annals officially came to an end.
The world in front of Fang Yun gradually became blurry. Through the blurry fog, Fang Yun saw the back of an old man.
The old man was very thin and small. He was holding a knife and brush and silently carving words on a bamboo slip. His hair was white and he looked very old, but the hand holding the knife and brush was abnormally strong. He was carving very slowly. Fang Yun could not see what he was carving, but he felt that his carving was very smooth and smooth.
Fang Yun looked at the back that was getting fainter and fainter. The moment the world in front of him completely disappeared, the back suddenly became bigger and connected the heaven and earth, illuminating the ten thousand worlds.
"Sss …"
Fang Yun felt his vision turn dark and his mind cool down. He slowly opened his eyes and realized that he was still sitting on the chair of the second competition. A book was less than a foot away from the table and was flying back to the bookshelf in midair.
The words "Summary of Horse Governance" were written on the cover of the book.
Fang Yun clearly remembered that the moment he entered the mysterious river, the Summary of Horse Governance in front of him was about to return to the bookshelf!
Fang Yun was confused. He then tried his best to recall and thought to himself, 'That's right, I've clearly spent more than two hundred years in an unknown place. I've read more than two hundred years of history seriously, but why did only a moment pass in reality?'
"Fang Yun, what's the matter with you?" Qiao Juze stopped reading and looked at Fang Yun nervously. He did not care about delaying his reading time at all. Even the Ten Nations Grand Tournament was not as important as Fang Yun's situation.
Many people stopped reading and looked over. Some of them even had a look of joy in their eyes, hoping that something would happen to Fang Yun.
Fang Yun immediately understood that these people did not hear the bell just now and had no idea what he had experienced. Hence, he smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired from reading too much. I'll stop reading and take a break. "
"That's good." Qiao Juze carefully observed Fang Yun and was surprised to find that there seemed to be a flash of light in Fang Yun's eyes. Besides, Fang Yun's gaze had become more profound than before. That made Qiao Juze think that he was looking at an experienced scholar.
Seeing that Fang Yun had closed his eyes, Qiao Juze did not ask any more questions. Hence, he suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued reading.
The students of the other countries continued to read, either happy or disappointed.
Fang Yun felt as if all the energy in his body had been sucked away. He lay lazily on the chair, not wanting to think or do anything. He didn't even want to guess what the river was, nor did he want to think about why he heard the bell ring after reading ten thousand books.
Fang Yun's breathing became lighter and lighter, and he finally fell asleep peacefully.
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