"Damn it! The ancestor of poetry is about to fall, but we can't do anything about it. Sigh! Hateful! Lamentable! "Grand Secretary Guo Zitong sighed repeatedly. Top ~ Point ~ Small ~ Sigh … Although Fang Yun had just written this essay, the aura of his talent was like the Yangtze River, flowing for a thousand miles in an endless stream. There was a hint of the wind of the long river of history! If nothing goes wrong, he will become a Half-saint, or even a Quasi-saint! But … sigh … "
"Eh? The growth of his talent has slowed down. Is he affected by the divine punishment? Despicable demon barbarian! "
Kang Ha-chuan looked at the Demon Moon Spear that was about to land on top of the capital, then looked at Fang Yun's direction and said, "No, Fang Yun has the Second Realm of Literary Courage. Even if the Demon Moon Spear has affected him, it shouldn't be like this. If I'm not wrong, this essay is related to the Divine Path. Fang Yun's literary position is not enough to complete it, and he is using up his talent. I'm afraid his talent is about to dry up. "
"Only the people of Jingguo believe in Fang Yun's essays that are related to the Divine Path." An examiner from the Divine Palace said.
The great scholar Tang Shoude glanced at the examiner and said, "I've seen Fang Yun's essay" The Rites of Indecent Assault ". It was related to the Divine Path, but Fang Yun cleverly avoided it. As for his essay in the High Scholar Examination, it was taken away by the Rainbow Light. Even I am not qualified to see it. Thinking about it, that essay is related to the Divine Path. If this essay is as Brother He Chuan said, it's not surprising. After all, his name is Fang Yun. Besides, I'm not from Jingguo. "
The Hanlin examiner's face turned red. He lowered his head and did not dare to refute.
In the examination room, Fang Yun's forehead was covered in sweat. He had eaten many dragon balls, but none of them had any effect.
The talent in his body was getting less and less. Even with the help of the miniature Literati Star, Literati Palace Star, and Literati Heart Lantern, he could not make ends meet.
Without enough talent, Fang Yun felt that the brush in his hand was as heavy as a thousand catties and could fall at any time.
Fang Yun's writing speed was getting slower and slower. He was writing, "Still holding the firewood to put out the fire, the firewood is not exhausted, the fire is not extinguished." He had already written the second 'fire' character, but it was extremely slow. It would take him at least a quarter of an hour to finish.
Fifteen minutes later, the divine punishment would be over.
"Sigh …"
Fang Yun let out a long sigh and finally stopped writing. However, he heard someone talking beside his ear.
"Little friend Fang, this essay is not easy to write, and its atmosphere is soaring to the heavens. Why did you stop?"
Fang Yun was puzzled. This was the examination room. Even the examiners could only stand outside the door. Who would dare enter the examination room? Thus, he turned his head and looked to his right.
Seeing this, Fang Yun almost threw the pen in his hand away. He even instinctively opened his mouth to defend himself.
He saw a transparent figure standing in front of him. This person was wearing a high crown and scholarly robes. He was dressed in an ancient Han style. Without his scholarly robes, it was impossible to tell who he was. Fang Yun instinctively treated him as a ghost!
If not for his courage, Fang Yun would have had a heart attack.
If not for the fact that scholars do not like to swear, Fang Yun would have cursed out loud.
Even if this old man was kind and amiable, how could he be so scary!
The true dragon sword was about to fly out. But a wave of majestic power descended. Fang Yun only felt that power enveloping his body and penetrating into every part of his body. Not only did it stop the battle of words. It even allowed his talent qi to recover at an unimaginable speed. In the blink of an eye, it was full.
"Continue writing." The old man smiled.
"Oh." The old man had a strange power. It was gentle yet majestic. Fang Yun's original fear seemed to have been swept away by a spring breeze, leaving nothing behind.
Fang Yun silently wrote. His talent qi consumption was extremely fast. However, as long as half of his talent qi was consumed, the power would descend again and allow his talent qi to recover.
From the third paragraph onwards, his talent qi consumption was terrifying. It was almost a six inch tall talent qi pillar! In other words, a peak Grand Scholar could not even finish writing two words.
As Fang Yun wrote, he recalled the old man's face. In the beginning, it was still a little blurry. After a while, his mind suddenly flashed and he remembered who this person was!
This person's statue was enshrined in the Holy Temple of Jingguo Academy!
Fang Yun's heartbeat suddenly sped up.
"That … Isn't that Jia Yi, Jia Changsha? Isn't that Half-saint who wrote 'The Treatise on Qin'? Isn't that Jia Sheng, one of the four great Han Fu masters? Isn't he dead? Has Jia Yi's saint soul descended? "
A series of question marks appeared in Fang Yun's mind.
Fortunately, the second realm's courage was extremely strong. Even if Fang Yun's mind was shaken, the power of courage allowed Fang Yun to continue writing instinctively. It also let out a soft cry to remind him not to be distracted.
Fang Yun took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and began to write seriously.
He began to write the fourth paragraph. Although Fang Yun was full of talent, his speed was obviously slower.
In the Notre-Dame's Holy Temple on Mount Inverted Peak, the statues of the saints emitted an extremely faint glow. It was so faint that the three Half-saint examiners in front of the statues did not notice it.
The three Half-saint examiners were originally looking at the Ten Nations Grand Scholar examination hall, but at this moment, all they could see was the scene of the Demon Moon Spear descending from the sky.
"Why did the Ancestral God Tiger Roar attack? It's puzzling."
Half-saint Mi Fengdian of Shu Nation said slowly, "The Ancestral God of the demon world killed him with his avatar, the Ancestral Dragon protected him with his true spirit, and Fang Yun is as important as Mount Tai! Our predecessors once said that the Ancestral God's oracle is worth more than the half-human race! If Fang Yun dies, it would be equivalent to the destruction of half of the human race. "
"Brother Fengdian, you're being too serious. Fang Yun has the qualifications of a Second Saint, but if the human race uses the power of the Notre-Dame to protect him, the Saints of the demon and barbarian races will definitely recuperate for a year before coming out in full force to launch a second battle of the Two Worlds Mountain. Even if the Dragons rescue him again, the human race will lose many Half-saint in the end. By then, as long as two more Great Saints of the demon world return, the Two Worlds Mountain will definitely fall! "
"Fang Yun may be worth the half-human race, but he's not worth the entire human race!"
"Forget it. After the examination ends tomorrow, I'll go to the Fang family to offer my condolences. "
"Hey!"
The three Half-saint suddenly exclaimed in surprise and looked at Fang Yun's examination room below the Demon Moon Spear.
In the Left Prime Minister's residence.
Mount Liu and Ji Zhibai looked up at the sky.
The Left Prime Minister's face was initially gloomy, but at this moment, his expression softened and there was even a faint smile on his lips.
Ji Zhibai let out a long sigh of relief and said, "It's over. The power of the Apocalypse Emperor has descended. Not to mention the Dragons, even the Saints have no intention of resisting. Unfortunately, Fang Yun's ten years of hard work have turned to dust in the end. "
Mount Liu said, "Fang Yun is still our human race's Fang Yun. Tomorrow, you and I will go to his mourning hall and give him a hundred taels of silver to thank him for his contributions to the human race."
"Fang Yun tried to kill you, but you didn't blame him. You're really broad-minded. You're a role model for our generation." Ji Zhibai flattered.
Mount Liu snorted as if he was dissatisfied with his student's flattery and said, "Fang Yun is already dead. You have to act well. Only you can be the role model of the Jingguo youth."
"This student knows!" Ji Zhibai felt his whole body burning.
"When the Sect Saint succeeds, I … Huh?"
Mount Liu suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the examination room. Ji Zhibai was also shocked.
East Sea Dragon Palace.
"Grandpa Dragon Saint, can't you save Fang Yun?" The voice of the Dragons' Princess Ao Yuwei echoed in the Dragon Palace.
"I can't save him. To save him, I'll have to pay with my old life. "
"Is the power left behind by the Ancestral Dragon not enough?"
"Ridiculous! How can the Ancestral Dragon's teachings be changed? Yuwei, not me … Huh? "
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