The white fog invaded Xun Li's script, and the originally crystal clear surface of the script turned gray, as if dust had fallen on it.
Xun Li's hand trembled slightly, and the brush swept across. There was a problem with the word "Yu" that he was writing, so he had to cross it out and continue writing.
"I'm a little tired. I must persevere!" Xun Li didn't have time to think about other problems and continued writing.
After answering this question, Xun Li raised his brush, and the paper suddenly turned yellow like green leaves in autumn. Then, it flew to the back.
Xun Li cursed in his heart. There was indeed a trap in this question, but with his ability, he shouldn't have missed it. It must be because he was too anxious.
Xun Li took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Just as he was about to continue answering, he thought of something and looked at Fang Yun.
He saw that Fang Yun was writing rapidly, and his speed was only ten percent slower than before. This meant that Fang Yun's courage, talent, and brain were all fine.
There was still no yellow paper behind Fang Yun. The thick stack of papers in front of him was like a silver mountain, taller and brighter than everyone else.
Xun Li was vexed. Even if Fang Yun had been diligent in his writing, it would have been impossible for him to answer two questions. At most, he would have been able to answer one and a half questions. But who would have thought that he would be able to multitask? That was the Unparalleled Heart, which was unimaginably useful in both daily studies and literary battles.
Then, Xun Li's regret grew. When he planned to get Yan Zewei drunk, others suggested that he let the drunk Yan Zewei participate at the last moment. They wanted to leave some leeway so that Jingguo's chips wouldn't be too low. However, he wanted to kill both Fang Yun and Jingguo to completely prevent Yan Zewei from participating. In the end, he overreached himself.
Xun Li cursed Fang Yun in his heart and continued to answer the questions. However, he didn't realize that his thinking speed and answering speed had begun to slow down.
Not far away, Lei Shisan, who was sitting in Jia Kingdom's chair, encountered the same situation as Xun Li.
Courage covered in dust.
Time passed by slowly. When there was only a quarter of an hour left, it would be four hours. Fang Yun raised his left hand and put down the brush. The last page of the test paper on the left side of the desk flew forward.
Fang Yun held the pen in his right hand and continued to answer the questions. There were still two papers left on the table.
Not long after, Fang Yun finished the last two papers.
A total of two thousand glowing test papers floated in front of him, emitting a far more dazzling light than before.
Suddenly, the two thousand test papers exploded with a strong silver light, instantly sweeping across the entire Hall of Literature before returning to normal.
"Who's done?"
Someone exclaimed. Everyone raised their heads and looked around. A voice resounded in the sky.
"Student of Jingguo, Fang Yun, answered all two thousand questions without a single mistake. High Scholar Fang Yun is extremely diligent. After the Grand Scholar Examinations, he can enter the Hall of Ancient Records, and choose one of the great Confucian classics to listen to and read. "
Dozens of people gasped at the same time, twice in a row. The first time was an unprecedented score of twenty points. The second time was an intensive reading of the Dao.
The words or articles written by the great Confucian scholars were not called True Writings. Only the great Confucian scholars had integrated their own understanding of the Divine Path into it. Only when it reached a certain level and attracted the Qi of Heaven and Earth to infuse it could it be called True Writings of the great Confucian classics.
An ordinary great Confucian scholar could only write two or three True Writings in their lifetime, while a great scholar could write four or five. Half-saint could only write about ten True Writings during the great Confucian period. Currently, the person who wrote the most True Writings of the great Confucian classics was the Half-saint Zong Moju of Miscellany, who had a total of fourteen.
The True Writings of the great Confucian classics were unimaginably precious, and "intensive reading" was different from "reading".
Reading meant that one could only look at the words of the great Confucian classics. One could comprehend it by oneself, but intensive reading meant that one could enter the True Writings of the great Confucian classics and listen to the power of the great Confucian classics in them.
Each True Writings of the great Confucian classics could only be read three times at most. Once the three times were used up, the original will of the great Confucian classics would dissipate and turn into ordinary True Writings of the great Confucian classics with only power but no true meaning.
In the battle with the demons and barbarians, the True Writings of the great Confucian classics would be consumed, and the descendants of the great Confucian scholars would try their best to get the opportunity to listen to the Dao. Every time it was used, there would be one less chance. Hence, there were not many True Writings of the great Confucian classics that could be listened to.
Even the disciples of the main family of the Half-saint aristocratic family could not all have the opportunity to listen to the Dao. Only the geniuses or those who had made contributions to the family would have the opportunity.
All the students present had different expressions on their faces.
Fang Yun's enemies were not happy, and they were even faintly afraid. Fang Yun's general momentum had been faintly formed. Every time he made a name for himself, he would receive great benefits. Once he became a Jinshi, he would soar into the sky, and people of the same age would be left far behind him, and he would be left far behind.
The others nodded and smiled. There had never been a reward for the third round of the Ten Nations Grand Tournament. This time, it was obvious that the Half-saint had given Fang Yun an extra reward. If Fang Yun could listen to the Dao during the Jinshi stage and read it carefully, he would be able to lay the foundation for the Sage Dao early.
Fang Yun was overjoyed to hear that. The True Writings of the great Confucian classics were either tightly controlled by the descendants of the great Confucian scholars or sealed in the Notre-Dame.
Even if Fang Yun had collected the remnant of the Peach Blossom Spring, he could not listen to the Dao in it because one of the remnant pieces had been tainted by the blood of the Demon Sage.
A chance to listen to the Dao in detail would give one a chance to become a great Confucian scholar. Even if the chance was small, it was precious. Hence, the True Writings of the great Confucian classics were extremely valuable. Unless Fang Yun used a precious treasure to exchange for it, even the Half-saint aristocratic family would not bear to let him listen to the Dao in detail.
The Lei family's Dragon Ascending Stone could be exchanged for an ordinary True Writings of the great Confucian classics, but it definitely could not be exchanged for a True Writings of the great Confucian classics that could be read in detail.
Just listening to the Dao in detail was not enough to make Fang Yun happy. More importantly, Fang Yun could choose any text in the Notre-Dame, which was extremely important.
While Fang Yun was rejoicing, Xun Li, Lei Shisan, and the others were full of grief and indignation. Before the grand tournament, the two of them had been tempted by Fang Yun to speak arrogantly in front of billions of people. Now, they could no longer take back their words. Once Jingguo won and entered the top eight, the result would be disastrous.
If one's Literary Name was damaged, it would usually be within the scope of a state, or at most, a nation. There were too few notorious names in the Ten Nations. However, the two of them were now very likely to become the laughing stock of the entire human race. Their Literary Name would become notorious, and unless Fang Yun was a traitor, the two of them would never be able to make a comeback.
Xun Li's hand trembled violently, and he made another mistake. He had no choice but to cross it out and rewrite it. However, his heart was already filled with horror and panic, for he was afraid that Gyeongo would lose this grand tournament. After all, Fang Yun had obtained 20 points, which was equivalent to two people in Jingguo who had obtained 10 points. It was too many.
After a long time, Xun Li finally finished answering this question. Then, he looked at the silver exam paper in front of the Jing Kingdom people, and then looked at the silver exam paper in front of the Qing Kingdom people. He was stunned.
"How could this be!?! Who stole my paper!?! "Xun Li suddenly yelled.
Fang Yun found it strange. He looked at Xun Li's and Gyeongo's papers with the others and couldn't help but be stunned.
As a scholar, Fang Yun's judgment was not inferior to that of an ordinary Jinshi. He could tell at a glance that Xun Li's paper was only ranked sixth among the ten stacks of silver papers in Gyeongo!
The number of points in the Ten Thousand Questions Tournament was completely determined by the number of silver papers.
Fang Yun looked at the papers of the Jingguo students and realized that Qiao Juze and Chen Liyue's papers were higher than Xun Li's! Although there were only a few more points, it was unbelievable. Logically speaking, Xun Li's paper should be at least a hundred points more than theirs!
Soon … The other Jinshi students also noticed this strange phenomenon.
Qiao Juze and the other Jingguo students couldn't help but laugh. Who would have thought that Xun Li, who was only second to Yan Yukong, would end up in such a state?
Cui Wang chuckled and said, "I feel really good when I think of the arrogant words that someone said previously!"
The other Jingguo students smiled without saying anything. They were all older than Cui Wang and it wasn't appropriate for them to say such things in front of billions of people.
One of the Gyeongo students exclaimed, "Brother Xun, why do you have fewer silver papers than me? That's impossible! I know my standards and I definitely can't surpass yours! There must have been an accident. We have to investigate thoroughly! "
Yan Yukong sighed softly. He continued to answer the questions and wrote while saying, "There's no need to investigate. Xun Li's guts are clouded and he has gone astray. What a pity. "
There was dead silence in the venue of the competition. Many students didn't even answer the questions and simply stared at Xun Li, wanting to know the results.
Xun Li's hands began to tremble. He put down the brush while trembling and entered the palace of literature in disbelief.
"Crack …"
A few moments later, the soft sound of a paper lid cracking echoed in the palace of literature. It echoed in the ears of billions of people.
After the third round, it would be the final tally of the chips that would determine the final results of the Ten Nations Grand Tournament and the number of people who would be admitted to the imperial examinations next year. Hence, there were several times more people in front of the gates of the various academies of literature today. Many people from outside the city would also enter the city to watch the light screen.
"Cough, cough, cough …" Xun Li suddenly began coughing violently as if he was choking on water. He then sat on the chair in a daze and stopped answering the questions. Instead, he silently looked in front with a glazed gaze.
The Gyeongo students at the side hurriedly advised, "Brother Xun, don't give up. The final results are not out yet and we still have a chance! Your guts have only cracked, not shattered. As long as you stay firm, you can avoid your guts shattering! You participated in the competition for Gyeongo. Even if you were wrong to spout nonsense, your guts won't shatter! "
Kong Deyu humphed coldly and said, "Don't deceive yourself. You and I both know whether Xun Li did it for the sake of the country and the people or for his own selfish desires. If he really did it for the sake of Gyeongo, his guts would definitely not have cracked. His mistake was not only that he wanted to suppress Jingguo, but he also tried to ruin Fang Yun's Literary Name. 'What a joke. Is Fang Yun's Literary Name something that he can ruin?' Not to mention ten people from a country, even if there were ten thousand people or a million people, they wouldn't be able to ruin Fang Yun's Literary Name! 'Do you really think that Fang Yun is afraid of losing? Even if he loses, billions of us will recognize his Literary Name! ' 'Do you know why? The words in black and white on the 'Holy Path' are Fang Yun's Literary Name! ' The essays in the Hall of Sages, the Three Rainbows Receiving Guide, and the Holy Pen Reviews are Fang Yun's Literary Name! "
The scholars of the Ten Nations were cheering loudly in front of the screens in front of them.
Some people finally understood that Fang Yun had completely gained the recognition of hundreds of millions of people. Attacking Fang Yun's Literary Name, framing him, and creating rumors could no longer affect Fang Yun.
No one from Gyeongo retorted and had no choice but to continue answering the questions silently.
Suddenly, Cui Wang said, "Look, there aren't many silver test papers in front of Lei Shisan either."
Everyone looked over and realized that Cui Wang was right.
"Seems like there's another one who has lost his guts." A man from Yue Nation who was at odds with the Lei family sneered.
Lei Shisan froze and hurriedly focused on the Literature Palace, after which the sound of his guts cracking sounded in his head.
Many people shook their heads and continued to answer the questions.
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