Ji Shou-woo was the successor of King Wen. When he was born, his eyes showed the Eight Trigrams of King Wen. This was the power rooted in the blood of the Ji family. Later on, when he was studying, his understanding of the Book of Changes was far better than ordinary people.
This person had a strong premonition ability. Many times, it was not inferior to the Great Confucian who used the original bamboo slips of the Book of Changes to deduce.
With the rise of the Wen position, Ji Shou-woo's power became stronger and stronger.
Some people even felt that it was a pity. Ji Shou-woo had such talent. If he became the disciple of Confucius Saint, he would definitely become a Half-saint. But now, no one could guarantee that Ji Shou-woo would become a saint.
The people of King Wen's family were afraid that Ji Shou-woo was too smart and would die young. They forcibly changed his name to "Shou Yu", just like giving a child a cheap name. They hoped that he could grow up smoothly and also warned him not to show off his talent.
Hearing Ji Shou-woo's words, everyone was moved.
"Brother Shou Yu, what did you see?" Someone asked.
"Disaster, a disaster that we can't fight against at all." Ji Shou-woo suddenly closed his eyes. Two streaks of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"Brother Shou Yu!" The people nearby hurried to support him.
"It's okay. I just overused my strength. I'll rest for a quarter of an hour."
"It seems that this spring hunt is full of danger. However, with the saints monitoring the world and the Great Confucian secretly protecting us, as long as we don't kill the demon mountain, we won't die."
"Occasionally, there will be some trouble in the hunting ground. After all, there are millions of barbarians here. There will always be some barbarians hiding their strength and waiting for an opportunity to make a move. The death rate in the hunting ground is too high. Every month, a new batch of barbarians will come in. There must be something wrong, but in the end, it was found out. It has never caused a disaster. "
"Brother He is right. Maybe there is a problem in the Hanlin Hunting Ground. I'm afraid that the Jinshi Hunting Ground has been sorted out by Half-saint's incarnation power many times. There can't be any mistakes."
"Now is the spring hunt time. We can't even look at the discussion list except for the literature list. We have lost contact with the outside world. But. The saints will definitely be able to see us. If something big happens here, they will take action immediately. Even if there is a big disaster, it won't affect us. "
"That makes sense!"
The Scholars nodded. Other than the incident at the Two World Mountain, nothing had happened in the human race that the Saints could not control. Even something as serious as the Moon Tree God's Punishment had the Saints' Souls turning the tide.
The human race's trust in the Saints was extraordinary.
Ji Shou-woo closed his eyes and nodded slightly. "Indeed. The power of the Book of Changes isn't just about guessing or foreseeing. Instead, it uses all variables to deduce the most probable outcome. However, my power is limited to those below the Saint Tier. I can't include the power of a Saint Tier in my deduction. "
Fang Yundao: "No matter what, please be careful. The rankings are important, but your lives are more important. If you die, you will have nothing. "
"Well said, Fang Xusheng."
"In that case. Our Yun Nation will take our leave first. Farewell, everyone. " A middle-aged Jinshi of about forty years old led the other Jinshi of the Yun Kingdom into a salute and walked into the depths of the hunting ground.
Fang Yun looked ahead.
Nearby was an ordinary grassland, and to the left was a forest. To the right was a river, and in the distance, there were hills of different heights.
Fang Yun knew that behind the hills was the desert of the hunting ground, and the furthest were three towering mountains. At the end of the world, they were accompanied by white clouds.
This hunting ground had been modified according to the human race's habits. It was originally beautiful. However, there was no sunlight here. The lead clouds in the sky made the entire Ancient Barren City seem to be in eternal dusk.
In the depths of the demon mountain, where the Jinshi could not see, the demons and barbarians cut their own arms and poured their blood into a blood pool that was more than ten feet in diameter. They only left when they were exhausted.
The blood in the blood pool was boiling, emitting an evil aura.
Black shadows swam in the blood pool.
All the demons and barbarians seemed to be in an inexplicable fear and did not dare to make any sound.
A brand new altar floated above the blood pool.
At the entrance of the hunting ground, the Jinshi of various countries left one after another.
"Goodbye!" Wu Guo quickly left.
The culture of the Wu Kingdom was very strong. It was not like the Qing Kingdom, which liked to scheme against others. No matter whether it was with demons, barbarians, or neighboring countries, they were all straightforward.
Although Wu Guo and Gyeongo were opposing Jingguo, in the past events related to Fang Yun, Gyeongo had a large number of scholars who dared to break the literature. However, there were very few scholars from Wu Guo who dared to break the literature. On the contrary, they respected Fang Yun more and more and actively studied Fang Yun's war poems.
Everyone knew the terrain of the Jinshi hunting ground like the back of their hands. Even if there were changes in the distribution of demons and barbarians, it would not be difficult for them.
Jingguo had already thought of all kinds of plans three days ago. They even rehearsed them in case something unexpected happened.
Fang Yun had the highest status among the thirty Jinshi, but he was not the one leading the team. Instead, it was the Mad Poet Ma Chaoming, who was famous for his Third Realm 《Yuan Men Arrow》. He often led small teams of Juren or Jinshi to behead the stronger Demonic Commanders or Demonic Marquises of the Demonic Clan. As for the number one Jinshi of Jing Country, He Ludong, although he was not weaker than Ma Chaoming, he was more suitable to lead thousands of troops into battle.
Ma Chaoming glanced at Fang Yun as he said, "The Four Great Kingdoms and the Kong clan are truly modest. We'll either head to the mountains or the desert. We'll follow our previous plan and hunt along the river. If we encounter a small barbarian tribe, we'll just kill our way over and fight the central tribes while retreating. If we encounter a large tribe … we'll discuss it first."
The other Jinshi immediately understood. Although Fang Yun's battle in the Celestial Trees had not been publicized with great fanfare, any scholar of some status already knew of his experiences in the Celestial Trees. Ma Chaoming clearly wanted Fang Yun to make the final decision.
Fang Yun did not reply. The Celestial Trees were different from this place. He had no misgivings in the Celestial Trees. In any case, if he died in the Celestial Trees, he would not really die. Moreover, he had used up all his trump cards, but the spring hunt would last three days. If he used up all his trump cards just because he encountered a large tribe, the gains would not make up for the losses.
"Let's go!" The group began to jog. The more they ran, the faster they ran. In the end, they were running at the speed of a normal person, but not a single drop of sweat fell from their bodies.
Fang Yun looked at the group. Other than him and a few descendants of the Half-saint clans, the rest of the scholars were all carrying large trunks half the height of a person. Even in the important Jinshi spring hunt, Jingguo could not equip everyone with the lowest level Huhu Shell.
Even the entire province of Jingguo had only two or three Huhu Shells.
Fang Yun had a few extra Huhu Shells, but he had left some at home. He did not have many left, so he was prepared to find an opportunity to lend some to the middle-aged Jinshi.
Ma Chaoming and He Ludong both had Huhu Shells bestowed by Jingguo, but they had to return them after the spring hunt.
After running for a while, Ma Chaoming said, "Slow down. I'm about to write the 'Chang Wu'!"
The group slowed down and finally came to a stop.
The 'Chang Wu' was a poem written by a Jinshi. It could enhance the strength of hundreds or even thousands of people. Fang Yun had received the blessing when he went out to slay demons in the College of Literature of the Da Yuan Mansion. It had enhanced his overall physical fitness.
Ma Chaoming put down the board in front of his chest and was about to write when Fang Yun said, "The 'Chang Wu' will take at least a few days. Mr. Ma, please use my brush and ink. I have a few extra pages with me."
Fang Yun and Ma Chaoming had the same literary position, so they should be addressed as brothers. However, Ma Chaoming was almost thirty years older than Fang Yun, so it was more appropriate to address him as Mr. Ma.
"That's great!" Ma Chaoming's eyes lit up. Floating astronomy.
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