Night fell.
The battle outside the southern part of the city was silent. The Ancestor of Poetry ceremony finally began in front of the Sacred Palace in the city.
The streets of the Capital city were empty.
Near the Sacred Palace, hundreds of thousands of scholars in the Capital city were looking forward to the ceremony. Farther away, more than a million citizens of the Capital city were either in the Jingguo Academy or outside the academy.
The academy had turned into a sea of people.
Ever since Chen Guanhai became a Saint, there was no day in the Capital city that could compare to this day. Be it the ascension of the king, the formation of the Confucian scholar, or the victory in the north, no one could cause such a huge commotion.
Fang Yun's name was like the sun in the sky.
Many students in Jingguo looked at Fang Yun with envy. In terms of fame, Fang Yun had already surpassed the Confucian scholar and became the first person after the Half-saint Chen Guanhai!
Although the Left Prime Minister was powerful, he gradually lost the support of the people.
Although the Empress Dowager was respected by the people, she did not have a position.
The Prime Minister was righteous, but he would rather break than bend.
Although Marshal Chen was unparalleled in the art of war, his Literary Name was not prominent in the military.
The king was young and did not deserve respect.
Ye Hongyu looked at the sky and slowly glanced at everyone in front of the Sacred Palace.
The hundreds of thousands of people present all felt that Ye Hongyu had made eye contact with them.
Ye Hongyu said slowly, "Fang Yun has a poem called 'Dragon Sword'. He has peeked into the secrets of the heavens and is suspected to be the Ancestor of Poetry. However, the Ancestor of Poetry is a peerless martial art. It must be verified by the three treasures. Please use the 'Dharma Sutra' to stop disputes. It is not ancient and not modern. "
As Ye Hongyu spoke, he bowed to the front.
Everyone present bowed together while Yang Yuhuan lowered her head and curtsied. Ao Huang and Nunu also imitated the behavior of the scholars and bowed with their hands crossed.
A ray of light flew out of Ye Hongyu's sleeve and rushed into the sky with silver-white starlight. The sound was deafening.
The sacred treasure turned into a star and rose into the sky.
The stars were dim during the day and rose at night. The dark clouds were dispelled by the bright lights and the Ten Nations could be seen.
Countless people in the Ten Nations raised their heads and looked in the direction of Jingguo's Capital. He gazed at the stars that were constantly flying into the sky.
When all the scholars saw the star, they naturally noticed that it was different from the ordinary stars in the sky. In that star, there was an ancient book. On the cover of the ancient book, there were the words "Dharma Scripture".
Everyone knew that the Dharma Scripture was written by Half-saint Li Kui. It was the first complete Legalist scripture of the human race.
The scholars from all over the Ten Nations were puzzled. He didn't know what major event had happened, for the original copy of the Law to come out. Could it be that there was a shocking injustice?
When the stars of the Law Sutra rose to a certain height, they emitted a faint silver starlight that enveloped the entire square of the Holy Temple.
At this moment, Fang Yun finally understood why Kang Ha-chuan had delayed the ceremony until nighttime.
Let the Ten Nations see it!
"The Book of Songs, Feng, Ya, Song, Si, Wuxie!"
Fang Yun was the same as everyone else. He bowed again.
A new star was rising in Jingguo's Capital. The Book of Songs was one of the six classics and was personally written by Confucius. It was a classic of the Second Sage. It was even more dazzling and bright than the Law Sutra, even brighter than the Wenqu Star in the sky.
Seeing the rise of the star of the Book of Songs, all the scholars in the Ten Nations understood that someone might become the progenitor of poetry!
The Ten Nations were in an uproar.
"The Jinglong Brush, First Cry of Jinglong, Shocking the Heavens!"
Everyone present held their breaths and stared at the Sage Dao text that belonged to Eastern Sage Wang Jinglong with widened eyes!
The third star rose into the sky and was side by side with the Law Sutra. It was lower than the Book of Songs.
Everyone saw that there was an ordinary Regular Script Writing Brush in the third star. However, it was full of supreme majesty.
When Fang Yun saw the brush, he immediately recalled his experience at the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Meet in Kong City.
At that time, everyone was about to enter the Holy Ground. No one knew that the Fierce Lord's avatar was going to enter, but it couldn't hide from the Half-saint. A Sage Brush suddenly pointed at the Fierce Lord.
However, that huge Sage Brush was intercepted by an equally huge imperial jade seal.
That huge brush was exactly the same as this brush.
The Law Sutra, the Book of Songs, and the Jinglong Brush emitted overlapping starlight. However, this starlight was very faint and only the people near the academy could see it clearly. Apart from the Capital, no one could see it clearly.
"Fang Yun, please write the Sword Summoning Poem, Dragon Sword Poem on the table."
"Yes."
After Fang Yun agreed, he came to the table and saw the four treasures of the study placed on it. Other than a pale golden page that was extraordinary, the brush, ink, and inkstone were all ordinary goods.
Fang Yun slowly wrote the Dragon Sword Poem.
The twin flood dragons of the treasured sword, the snowflakes shine on the hibiscus … The male and female are never separated, the divine items will meet!
After Fang Yun finished writing, the original treasure light, the legacy treasure light, and the progenitor's treasure light appeared one after another.
This battle poem did not burn. Instead, it was left quietly on the table like an ordinary piece of paper.
Suddenly, the Law Sutra star flashed. Then, everyone in the distance saw the Law Sutra star emit a thick beam of light that could be seen even from extremely far away.
This beam of light was extremely dazzling and was much brighter than the previous starlight.
In the blink of an eye, the beam of starlight fell and shone on Fang Yun's body.
Many people in the surroundings were shone on by the beam of starlight, but not only did they not change under the beam of starlight, they even seemed dim. Only Fang Yun was glowing like the brightest star in the night sky.
The academy was in an uproar. Everyone was cheering loudly. Their voices were even louder than Ye Hongyu's announcement that the Law Sutra had confirmed that this poem was written by Fang Yun.
Not only were the people in the Capital cheering loudly, but the people in the Ten Nations were also cheering loudly.
"It's actually coming from Jingguo. It must be Fang Yun!"
"Other than Fang Yun, I don't believe that anyone in Jingguo can become the progenitor of poetry."
"Fang Yun is a genius."
The scholars from all over the ten nations praised because everyone knew that even if Fang Yun had a legendary battle poem, it was something that could be replaced. However, no progenitor of poetry could be replaced! Any progenitor of poetry would lead an era! Any progenitor of poetry would be a great hero of the human race!
The Xun family, Zong family, Lei family, and many other people who had a grudge against Fang Yun began to curse.
"The three treasures are only confirmed by the Law Sutra. The Book of Songs may not be confirmed. Even if the Book of Songs is confirmed, Jinglong's brush may not be confirmed!"
"Who knows what kind of poem he wrote. Maybe it's just a battle poem that doesn't have much use."
"Let's see who will have the last laugh!"
After the Law Sutra's beam of light stabilized. A simultaneous sound spread throughout the Saint Origin World. The Book of Songs shook slightly and emitted a beam of light that was even more dazzling than the Law Sutra's beam of starlight.
The second beam of starlight landed on Fang Yun's body. With the addition of the two beams of starlight, Fang Yun's aura became even more extraordinary.
Soon after. The beam of starlight from the Jinglong's brush appeared and landed on Fang Yun's body.
The three treasures confirmed that the progenitor of poetry had descended.
Fang Yun stood in the area where the three beams of starlight overlapped. He was like a saint, looking at the void and wandering in all directions.
Billions of humans cheered loudly.
Suddenly, a strange sound came from the sacred page in front of Fang Yun. That sound was like the combination of a sword and a dragon's roar.
In just an instant. Every living being in the Saint Origin World, whether it was humans, demons, or barbarians, whether it was birds or fish, whether it was trees or beasts, all heard this strange sound.
Soon after, every living being with intelligence memorized this poem.
"Progenitor of poetry's teachings!" Countless people muttered to themselves.
Scholars who were Grand Scholars or above could use this poem now. As for those who were below Grand Scholars, once they became Grand Scholars, they would not need to go to the Sage Temple to worship. They could use it immediately.
Moreover, those who were taught by the Progenitor of Poetry would have a ten times higher chance of improving the poem compared to those who did not!
In the near future. There would be many people who would master the second or third level of the [Dragon Sword Poem].
At the same time, every scholar knew that Fang Yun was the Progenitor of Poetry.
"Thank you, Teacher Fang!"
Innumerable scholars faced Fang Yun's direction and bowed in the manner of a disciple.
"Progenitor of poetry has been my teacher for half a day." An old High Scholar stood in the crowd and looked at Fang Yun as he muttered to himself.
Ji Residence.
With a snap, the shaft of a hard Xuan brush shattered.
This year's Jingguo Palace Examination's top scorer, Ji Zhibai, held the shattered shaft of his brush and gritted his teeth. He slowly said, "The Sage Dao is myriad, and the Dao of Poetry is myriad. Fang Yun's poem, it's fine if I don't learn it! My Teacher. You'll never be lucky! "
After Ji Zhibai finished speaking, a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He had completely forgotten the contents of the [Dragon Sword Poem]. Soon after, his courage suddenly dimmed.
Ji Zhibai had once used the [Epigraph of My Shack] to hone his courage.
Left Prime Minister's Residence.
Left Prime Minister Mount Liu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and coldly smiled.
"The locusts of autumn don't have much time left!"
At the same time, many people gave up on learning the [Dragon Sword Poem]. They did not worship Fang Yun and cut off their own path. They would also forever avoid being 'Celestial Teacher' by Fang Yun.
Demon Realm, Sacred Trees.
Dead silence.
"Whoever agrees to the bet with Fang Yun first will be punished! Whoever requests to use the Moon Tree God Punishment to kill Fang Yun first will be heavily rewarded! "
"What about the tributaries of the Immemorial Galaxy?"
"Hmph, before he completes the sixteen legendary battle poems, he can't use it. Moreover, to use the Immemorial Galaxy, he has to use other godly items. Most of the other godly items are only for the Demon Saints. How can Fang Yun obtain them? Even if he obtains those godly items, he might get lost in the Immemorial Galaxy, unless he has extremely high achievements in the [Spring and Autumn]. "
"May the Demon and Barbarian races be safe."
A thousand li away from the capital, the rainbow retreated and the spring rain dissipated. Not long after, everything returned to normal.
Kang Ha-chuan glanced at the three Sacred Treasure stars and smiled. "Everything just now was just a joke. Since you all don't want to be stopped, we will accompany you as an apology."
Zong Wenxiong looked at Kang Ha-chuan and slowly said, "I didn't think that you would go to such lengths for Fang Yun. However, today's matter is not over. It's just the beginning! Kang Ha-chuan, let's meet in Notre-Dame's prison! "
Jingguo Learning Palace, in front of the Sacred Temple.
Fang Yun was excited. Now that the Ancestor of Poetry ceremony had been completed, he only needed to send his statue to the Xusheng Garden and he would become the true Ancestor of Poetry. The problem was that the Moon Tree God Punishment was about to be activated.
Fang Yun lightly shook his head. The Moon Tree God Punishment was too important and could not be casually mentioned. He could only silently endure it.
The three stars descended and entered Ye Hongyu's River Drinking Shell. (To be continued)
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