"Ji County student Fang Yun, please participate in the Saint Selection!"
Fang Yun's clear voice echoed in the Wen Courtyard.
Wei Yuanjun looked at Fang Yun in shock and couldn't react for a while. He then flew into a rage. "How can this be! How dare you! "He then glared at Liu Zicheng.
However, Liu Zicheng lowered his head with a vicious smile on his face.
"Bastard!" Wei Yuanjun cursed softly. It was unknown if he was cursing Fang Yun or Liu Zicheng.
Gao Minghong sighed softly, but he admired Fang Yun's decisiveness and couldn't help but think of the history of the Saint Selection.
In the early days of the establishment of the Wen Courtyard, a major event happened.
In the Yongwen Residence of Wuzhou of Jia Nation, a promising scholar offended the local Lord and was disqualified from entering the Wen Courtyard. The scholar's mother was angered to death.
The scholar complained to the Lord, but the officials protected each other and the matter was eventually suppressed by the Wuzhou officials.
He endured the humiliation and studied hard. After becoming a Jinshi, he returned to the Yongwen Residence and destroyed the entire family of 141 people before committing suicide in public.
This matter shocked the Ten Nations. Some people felt sorry for the loss of more than a hundred people, while others felt sorry for the loss of a great scholar.
The Notre-Dame sent a team led by Half-saint from the Legalist School of Law to Wuzhou to hear the case. All the high-ranking officials who served in the Yongwen Residence and Wuzhou back then were investigated. Those who shielded the Lord were all beheaded and the nine generations of the three families were not allowed to take the imperial examinations.
In order to prevent such things from happening again, the Notre-Dame set up the Saint Selection.
If someone thought that he was talented but was rejected by the Wen Courtyard, he could apply for the Saint Selection and be assessed by Half-saint himself.
Since the Saint Selection, a total of five people applied for the Saint Selection and all of them failed. It was because Half-saint was too knowledgeable. Even if he deliberately set simple questions, if the answers were not good enough, he would not be confirmed to pass.
The Wen Courtyard of the five people who failed all suffered a great blow and all of them were unknown.
The last Saint Selection had been held for more than two hundred years. There were no longer any people who dared to force or be willing to do so.
Two hundred years of peace and tranquility had made Wei Yuanjun unable to link the expulsion of Fang Yun to the Saint Selection.
Regardless of whether Fang Yun succeeded or failed, the Imperial Court would definitely send people to investigate Lord Wei. He was one of the Left Prime Minister's people, so he was not afraid of being investigated. However, the Selection of the Saint had happened to him, so his Literary Name would definitely plummet. Even if the Left Prime Minister wanted to put him in an important position, he would not be able to.
If by any chance Fang Yun passed the Saint Selection, then Lord Wei Yuanjun's Literary Name would no longer be a problem of falling, but a problem of going down in infamy for ten thousand years. At that time, the Notre-Dame would definitely send people to investigate, and even ten Left Prime Ministers would not be able to save him.
The Wei Institute Lord's eyes were filled with hatred. If he had known that Fang Yun was so daring, he would have let him enter the Wen Institute and then used all sorts of methods to harm him. But now it was too late for regrets.
More than half of the students were boiling with excitement. They originally admired Fang Yun's talent and thought that Fang Yun would swallow the insult. Now that they saw that Fang Yun had chosen to go down with Lord Wei Yuanjun, they couldn't help but admire Fang Yun even more.
Some of the older people shook their heads and sighed, feeling that it wasn't worth it for Fang Yun. Once the Selection of the Saint failed, it would be equivalent to being denied by Half-saint. Even if he was talented, it would cause the Wen Palace to shatter.
Liu Zicheng's accomplices smiled, as if victory was already in their hands and they were certain that they would lose.
Guan Yaoyuan, who was in the crowd, mocked in a relieved tone, "That day, you shattered my and Yan Yue's Wen Palace. Today, I'll let you have a taste of your own medicine. No, your Wen Palace has been shattered by Half-saint's words. You'll suffer ten times worse than us! You'll become the laughing stock of the Ten Nations! "
Fang Yun's voice spread throughout the Notre-Dame and finally reached the Sacred Temple in front.
At first, there were no changes, but a few moments later, an invisible force surged from the Sacred Temple into the sky, dispersing thousands of kilometers of clouds. It formed an impact with the Sacred Temple as the center, stirring up a gust of wind in all directions.
The branches swayed, dust flew, and clothes rustled. Except for Fang Yun, everyone had no choice but to squint and turn their backs to the Sacred Temple.
"Boom!" The few houses closest to the temple collapsed, and a few trees were uprooted.
There was a large bell on the left side of the Sacred Temple. Clearly, no one had struck it, but at this moment, it suddenly made a loud sound.
"Dong …"
The sound of the bell spread in all directions.
When the sound reached the Dazhou Institute of Literature, the bell in the Sacred Temple of the Dazhou Institute of Literature also rang on its own, producing an even louder sound that spread into the distance.
The sound of the Sacred Temple's bell spread far faster than ordinary sounds. With the Da Yuan Mansion as the center, the bells in the surrounding counties rang one after another, followed by the bells in the entire Jiang Zhou. In the end, all the bells in the Sacred Temple of the National Institute of Literature in Jingguo rang.
The people of Jingguo all over the place began discussing.
"What's going on? Don't tell me it's an invasion of demonic barbarians? "
"No, that's not it. The sound of the bell is very urgent and continuous. This time, the bell only rang once. I wonder what's going on."
"Could it be a coincidence?"
"The Sacred Temple's bell can't be rung. Only the Sacred Temple's own talent can ring the bell."
"I hope it's not a bad thing."
In the Jiang Zhou Institute of Literature, Li Wenying stood up abruptly after hearing the sound of the bell. He pressed his official seal and looked at everything in the institute.
"They actually forced Fang Yun to request the Saint Selection. How audacious! How despicable! Men! "
As Li Wenying spoke, a piece of white paper flew to the table. Words immediately appeared on it, and Li Wenying pressed his official seal on it.
A runner walked in quickly and said, "What instructions does Master Institute Jun have for me?"
"Take my decree to the Prefectural Institute of Literature. Regardless of whether Fang Yun succeeds in the Saint Selection, this decree must be given to him. From now on, he will be a student of the Jiang Zhou Institute of Literature."
When the runner heard the words' Saint Selection ', he was stunned for a long time. Then he hurriedly excused himself and left with the decree.
As soon as the runner left, Registrar Zhou rushed in.
"Sir, what's going on? The Saint Selection? Who is it? "Registrar Zhou asked anxiously.
Li Wenying said gloomily, "Fang Yun."
Registrar Zhou punched the door frame and shouted angrily, "How could this be? How could this be? He has the potential to be a great scholar! Is it Institute Jun Wei of the Left Minister's gang? Except for him, no one can force Fang Yun to leave. The Saint Selection is not a game. It's a question set by a Saint. Fang Yun will definitely fail! I'll go write a memorial right now. As long as Traitor Wei is in power, I'll report him. I won't rest until I'm dead! I won't rest until I'm dead! "
Registrar Zhou was so angry that his eyes turned red and he almost cried. He couldn't imagine how great of a loss Fang Yun's literary palace would be to Jingguo and the human race.
Li Wenying didn't say anything.
Registrar Zhou suddenly gritted his teeth and scolded, "He destroyed Jingguo's great scholar and broke the pillar of the human race. I'll take my sword and kill that old man!" Then he turned and ran away.
"Come back!" Li Wenying stopped him. The Grand Scholar's aura froze Registrar Zhou in place.
Li Wenying sighed and said, "It's all my fault. I was afraid that Fang Yun's Literary Name would be too great. His talent would rise and he would be criticized by others. This would cause his literary palace to be unstable in the future. That's why I let him stay in the Prefectural Literature Institute. I didn't expect that the Prefectural Literature Institute would kill a great talent of the human race for his own benefit. If anything happens to Fang Yun, I'll kill him. I'll uproot the Left Prime Minister's henchmen in Jiangzhou! He's the Left Prime Minister and half Jingguo, but Jiangzhou has Wen Ying! "
Li Wenying's last sentence was so powerful that it shook the whole room.
Registrar Zhou said angrily, "If Fang Yun's literary palace is broken, is there a way to fix it?"
"He has great talent. He can make up for it by writing good poems. He also has poetry and literature. He can make up for it if he enters the Holy Tower. If he can go to the Notre-Dame to recuperate for another ten years, his literary palace might be restored. "
Registrar Zhou was silent.
"It's too late to stop it. I can only hope that his literary palace is strong and won't be broken." Li Wenying sighed. He knew that Fang Yun would fail.
After the gale in the Prefectural Literature Institute, the sky became clearer. Then, a strange power enveloped everyone. The power was oppressive, but it made people feel warm. It was arrogant, but it made people feel like they were bathing in the spring breeze.
The power was so complicated that many people found it hard to get used to it.
"Is there anyone who wants to be chosen by the Saint?"
The voice seemed to come from the horizon. In everyone's ears, a towering mountain appeared in front of them.
The officials sitting on the chairs all stood up. Like everyone else, they bowed in the direction of the Notre-Dame.
Fang Yundao said, "Ji County Scholar Fang Yun thinks that the Guard Courtyard of the Da Yuan Institute is unfair. I ask the Saint to choose me."
"I know your Literary Name. You are good at poetry and literature. If you are tested on poetry and literature, it will be unfair. You are only a scholar. If you are tested on economics and literature, it will be unfair. Then I will test you on a few couplets. If you can't answer them in a hundred seconds, you don't have to answer the rest. "
"Student respectfully requests the Saint to set the questions," Fang Yun said respectfully. The "Saint" didn't refer to the title of Saint, but to the Saint of Men.
Fang Yun thought to himself, "A breath is the time it takes for a person to breathe in and out. It's very close to one second. In other words, I have to answer the second half of the couplet in one minute and forty seconds. As expected of the Half-saint exam, it's too difficult."
Gao Minghong and the others were worried when they heard that it was a couplet. If it was a poem question, the content could be controlled by oneself as long as it didn't deviate from the topic. However, couplets were different.
The second half of the couplet had to be matched with the first half of the couplet. It was fine if it was a normal couplet, but if it was a pun, split word, palindrome, or embedded word, not to mention a hundred seconds, it would be good if one could match it in a hundred hours.
A normal person's couplet might be easy to match, but even if the Half-saint deliberately lowered the standards, it would still be extremely difficult.
The voice said, "Listen carefully. The first half of the couplet is: Pine leaf, bamboo leaf, leaf, leaf, jade."
Gao Minghong almost fainted when he heard it. He blurted out, "This is a Overlapping Word Couplet. How can the first question be this? Is this an exam for Scholar or High Scholar?"
"What, you dare to question the Saint?" A person beside Liu Zicheng sneered.
"Silence!" Wan Xuezheng said angrily. He didn't want Fang Yun to be disturbed.
Everyone frowned in thought. It was too difficult to think of the second half of the couplet in a hundred seconds. The people around Liu Zicheng were all gloating. They believed that Fang Yun couldn't even answer this couplet.
Fang Yun frowned and looked around. Typically, couplets were based on local materials, allowing one to have a concrete impression of the couplet before coming up with a couplet for the second half.
The first half of the couplet was: Pine leaf, bamboo leaf, leaf, jade. There were bamboos in Great Origin City, but pine trees were only found on the small mountains outside the city. Fang Yun couldn't help but whisper, "There are no pine trees in Great Origin City."
The Half-saint said, "I observe the world for the Saint."
Liu Zicheng and company were even happier.
Fang Yun lowered his head and pondered.
Many students sighed. They had already lost all confidence in Fang Yun.
Just after sixty seconds, Fang Yun suddenly looked up and said loudly, "Pine leaf, bamboo leaf, leaf, jade, jade. Autumn's sound is cold."
Just as Fang Yun finished speaking, Wan Xuezheng couldn't help but whisper, "Well matched!"
Many students nodded. The second half of the couplet was extremely exquisite.
"Jingguo's Jiang Prefecture has an autumn day?" The voice seemed to be laughing. It was a response to Fang Yun's previous question.
Fang Yun immediately answered, "Scholars experience spring, summer, autumn, and winter."
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