The Analects of Confucius had more than ten thousand words. Others would need two hours to recite it, but Fang Yun was nearing the end after an hour and a half.
Everyone stood there and listened quietly for more than an hour.
"… Neither joy nor pleasure, come from afar, have friends. Not to say, learn from time to time: Sun Tzu. "
Fang Yun recited the last word with a slightly hoarse voice. Everyone was silent.
This kind of monstrous talent was too amazing. Compared to Fang Yun, those prodigies in Jiangzhou were simply ordinary.
Half-saint was silent for a long time. After a while, he asked, "Do you have a teacher?"
Hundreds of burning eyes fell on Fang Yun.
There were three teachers in a person. They were the teacher who preached, the teacher who taught, and the teacher who dispelled doubts.
Among them, the teacher who preached was Confucius. The teacher who taught was the teacher who formally accepted a disciple. Generally, there was only one teacher who taught, but there were many teachers who dispelled doubts. Fang Yun's private school teacher, the county magistrate Cai He who taught him the meaning of the Confucian classics, and even this unknown Half-saint could be considered his teacher who dispelled doubts.
Fang Yun was stunned. This was a good opportunity, but the problem was that he had said before that his sudden "talent" was because he had received guidance from a mysterious teacher. He already had a teacher who taught him.
If he followed this Half-saint, it would not only be a stain in his life, but everything before would also be suspected. There would be people who would investigate what happened that day. If Half-saint were to examine him, it was likely that he would be regarded as the reincarnation of a Demon Saint or an otherworldly demon. After all, there had been cases of Demon Saints possessing people before.
Wei Yujun almost fainted. This Half-saint actually wanted to accept Fang Yun as his personal disciple!
Liu Zicheng wished he could slap himself in the face, and even wanted to cry out loud. He had used all of his power to force Wei Yuanjun to drive away Fang Yun, and even hoped that Fang Yun would be chosen by the Saint. But he never thought that he would actually be a great help to Fang Yun. Not only would his name spread throughout the world, he would even be valued by the Half-saint.
Liu Zicheng's mind was in a mess. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand why he, the descendant of a prestigious family, the grandnephew of the Left Minister, had schemed against a humble disciple time and time again.
Fang Yun cupped his hands and said, "I don't dare to hide it from you, Saint. I already have a mentor."
Everyone sighed. To be able to maintain such integrity in front of Half-saint was truly commendable.
Gao Minghong said with envy and helplessness, "If Fang Yun is recorded in the history books, the historian will certainly record today's events like this: When he was born, he was selected by the Half-saint. After the event, the Half-saint wanted to take him as a disciple, but he refused. The historian who wrote this sentence must have had the impulse to strangle Fang Yun. "
The scholar at the side complained, "I want to strangle him right now."
"If he refuses, then so be it. Why is he so calm? Can't he pretend to be in fear? I'm just a bystander, but I'm even more agitated than him. What is this! "
The people at the side laughed. They admired Fang Yun more and more.
This made many people even more convinced that Fang Yun's mysterious teacher was at least a great scholar.
Half-saint sighed softly and said, "What a pity. Since I've already helped you once, I'll help you a second time. I'll give you a piece of 'Li Ren'. "
Fang Yun was puzzled when he heard half of it. When did he help him? Could it have something to do with him being able to recite couplets backwards? When he heard the last part, his eyes lit up. He was even happier than when Half-saint wanted to take him as a disciple.
When Half-saint said this, everyone thought of a possibility. They took a deep breath and opened their eyes wide. They held their breaths and waited for what would happen next.
The Holy Temple suddenly spewed out a golden pillar of light into the sky. Then, a thunderous voice began to recite 'Lun Yu – Li Ren'.
"Confucius said, 'Li Ren is beautiful. If one does not choose Li Ren, how can one know … '"
This voice was like rolling thunder that spread out in all directions. Finally, it covered a radius of a thousand miles.
Tens of millions of people looked up at the sky. Many people even knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
"The Saint has appeared."
"It's the Sacred Thunderous Voice!"
"I wonder which great scholar has received the Sacred Thunderous Voice's blessing. Congratulations!"
"The babies who are going to be born today are blessed."
"The Sacred Thunderous Voice has descended. In the future, these babies will become the great scholar's students. I'm so envious."
Moments later, the golden pillar of light from the Fu Wen Courtyard was like a fountain. It spewed out hundreds of fist-sized golden buds. Then, the buds bloomed one by one and spat out golden words. These words danced in the sky and formed a line that flew towards Fang Yun.
The first golden 'Confucius' character sank into Fang Yun's head and disappeared. Then, the other characters flew in one after another.
The moment the Sacred Words entered his body, Fang Yun felt his body become light. His eyes were surrounded by endless golden light. The golden light was incomparably bright and warm. It was like a dream.
Then, the golden light disappeared. Fang Yun found himself in the Fu Wen Palace.
Fang Yun was puzzled. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Confucius!"
Then, an invisible force hit the Fu Wen Palace from the outside. There was a rumbling sound, and the Fu Wen Palace shook violently. Fang Yun could not stand steadily. He felt dizzy and swollen. At the same time, he felt a slight burning sensation on his body.
When the sound disappeared, the Fu Wen Palace was still shaking. Fang Yun looked at it and saw that the Fu Wen Palace was full of cracks. However, there was a liquid that looked like molten gold in the cracks. The golden liquid quickly repaired the cracks.
"Oh!"
There was another deafening shout. Fang Yun felt dizzy and swollen again. The Fu Wen Palace cracked again and was filled with the golden liquid again.
Just now, Fang Yun felt that his consciousness was sealed by a great power. Only now did he wake up. This was the legendary Sacred Voice Infusion. A half-step saint would use their supreme talent to condense the Sacred Voice to temper the literary palace. The golden liquid was formed from the Sacred Voice Infusion.
Every time the Sacred Words hit the Fu Wen Palace, the Fu Wen Palace would crack and be repaired. The talent Qi above Fang Yun's statue would also become more condensed. The stars in the Fu Wen Palace would also become brighter. The whirlpool of the Fu Wen Palace would also speed up.
Fang Yun calmed down. He focused his mind and calmed his Qi. He immersed himself in the Sacred Sound Empowerment.
Fang Yun knew that the Sacred Sound Empowerment was created by a Half-saint after he experienced the movement of the stars. It could be said that it was a miniature version of the movement of the stars. Only the eldest son of the Half-saint family would be able to receive the Sacred Sound Empowerment after forming the Fu Wen Palace. The chances of others receiving it were extremely slim.
The higher the Fu Wen Palace, the thicker the talent Qi.
The thickness of the talent Qi of the same Fu Wen Palace was the same. The higher the cultivation, the higher the talent Qi. The smallest talent Qi could be one inch and the largest talent Qi could be ten inches. The stronger the Fu Wen Palace, the more condensed the talent Qi would be. Under the same cultivation, one would be able to control and use more talent Qi.
Under the effects of the Sacred Sound Empowerment, Fang Yun's Fu Wen Palace was constantly strengthened. His talent Qi was also constantly condensed.
After reading the Li Ren Palace, Fang Yun felt as if he was floating. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he had left the Fu Wen Palace and was standing in the same place.
Fang Yun could clearly feel that his body was filled with energy. It was even more comfortable than drinking the Dragon Palace Blood Ginseng. His whole body was warm and the hidden injuries caused by years of malnutrition seemed to have been swept away.
"Ji County's Fang Yun has great talent. You can enter the Da Yuan Prefecture's Fu Wen Palace." Half-saint's voice spread throughout the Da Yuan Prefecture.
The golden light above the Sacred Temple disappeared.
"Farewell, Saint." Everyone bowed with their hands clasped in front.
Suddenly, a powerful force descended and sealed the power of the Palace of Literature. The surrounding air seemed to have solidified. A thin middle-aged man in a green robe descended from the sky with a white cloud on his back.
"Greetings, Lord Li!"
Everyone greeted Li Wenying.
When Half-saint arrived, Lord Wei Yuanjun and Liu Zicheng were only afraid. However, as soon as Li Wenying appeared, their backs were immediately drenched in sweat and their legs trembled.
Li Wenying's face darkened as he scanned the crowd. In the end, he looked at Fang Yun and said, "I already know what happened today. How do you think we should deal with Lord Wei Yuanjun?"
Lord Wei Yuanjun was terrified. He hurriedly raised his head and looked at Fang Yun with a pleading expression.
Fang Yun had survived the crisis. After his Fu Wen Palace had been tempered by the Sacred Words, his thinking had become sharper and he had a clearer understanding of the whole situation.
Fang Yundao said, "Lord Wei Yuanjun, as long as you reveal all your accomplices and make the right choice, I can plead for leniency on your behalf."
Liu Zicheng lowered his head and clenched his teeth, anxiously waiting for the result.
Lord Wei Yuanjun's eyes darkened. He knew that if he betrayed Liu Zicheng, his entire Wei family would suffer the crazy revenge of the Liu family and Minister Zuo. However, if he did not admit it, at most he would die. Even if Fang Yun and Li Wenying hated him, they would not harm his family.
"Everything was done by me. I wanted to harm you. It has nothing to do with anyone else."
Fang Yun said without hesitation, "This person was in charge of the Fu Wen Palace and did not select talents. This is dereliction of duty. He slandered his students as a teacher. This is immoral. He formed a clique for his officials. This is disloyal. As a Grand Scholar, he did evil things and harmed the Saint's students. This is a great traitor. If this is all, I can spare his life. However, he tried to harm me again during the Saint's Selection. If this person does not die, where is the law of Jingguo? Where is the justice of the human race? "
Fang Yun looked at Lord Wei Yuanjun coldly.
"Also, I, Li Wenying, am in Jiangzhou." After Li Wenying finished speaking, he spat out a three-foot white sword wrapped in extremely thin blood vessels.
Lord Wei Yuanjun was shocked. He instinctively activated his official seal. However, the talent of the Divine Temple and his official seal were suppressed by Li Wenying's official seal. He could not control them at all.
"Lord Li, please have mercy!" The Lord of the Wei Courtyard said as he spat out an ancient sword of white light to block the attack. Then, he activated a personal seal that he carried with him. That was the Mountain Seal of Raising Human Treasure Mountain. He activated the power of the 《Ode on the Mountains》 on it, and a ten meter tall transparent mountain shadow enveloped him.
The "Ode to the Mountains" was a famous work of Half-saint. It was an extremely common and effective defensive war poem.
Lord Wei Yuanjun was about to recite a war poem when Li Wenying's Blood-Draining Ancient Sword cut through Lord Wei Yuanjun's sharp tongue and mountain shadow like a sharp knife cutting through tofu.
Lord Wei Yuanjun looked at the Blood-Draining Ancient Sword in despair.
Everyone present saw it clearly. The Blood-Draining Ancient Sword swept past Lord Wei Yuanjun's neck. His head flew up and blood splattered three feet. The headless corpse slowly fell to the ground.
Lord Wei Yuanjun's head rolled on the ground. He looked up at the sky. Even in death, he could not believe that he would be killed in the Fu Wen Palace because he chased away a student.
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