Back at Lujia Town, everyone went to sleep but Fang Yun did not. Instead, he silently read the Sages' Classics.
Fang Yun did not relax for even a moment because the Sages' Classics and thoughts were the foundation. If the foundation was not solid, the more poems he wrote, the greater the danger.
Fang Yun studied until seven in the morning before going to bed. At nine, he woke up with the rest.
Fang Yun's spirit entered the literature palace and was delighted to find that his talent was more condensed. The vortex of his literary courage sped up again and even the literature palace was more solid.
"Although I personally experienced the battle yesterday and even had some insights, personally killing demons could only strengthen my literary courage and talent. Why would the literature palace be strengthened? Could it be that the human race's merit in hunting demons is all credited to me and the fate of the human race is strengthening my literature palace? "
Fang Yun did not think too much about it. He only felt that his chances of becoming a Pre-Imperial Elementary Scholar were higher.
After breakfast, everyone set off again. This time, they went to the area where they found traces of demons during the day.
With Nuo Nuo, hunting demons during the day was very easy. However, there were very few demons during the day and in the end, they only killed nine.
The Elementary Scholar class of the State College of Literature centered around Lujia Town and slowly killed demons over the next few days. Unfortunately, the number of demons increased day by day. On the fourth night, they were busy the whole night and only killed a pig demon.
Because killing demons usually took ten days, everyone discussed for half an hour and finally decided to leave Lujia Town and go to the depths of Ze Mountain to hunt demons. Every ten days to half a month, the demons in Ze Mountain would come down the mountain and attack lone humans or livestock. Now, there were very few demons that dared to attack villages.
Before leaving, some people in Lujia Town sent them off. The scholar called An Chengcai could not appear because he had caught a cold and asked the town head to thank the students for killing demons.
Everyone invited the people of Lujia Town to be their coachmen and sat in the armored ox cart to the foot of Ze Mountain. Then, they carried four days' worth of rations and necessities into the mountain.
For the next three days, they would eat and live in the mountain and return on the fourth day.
This was the first time the first class of Elementary Scholars had entered the mountains to kill demons and they were all excited. Fang Yun, on the other hand, was gradually becoming more experienced after many days of training.
Fang Yun hadn't been watching the battle the whole time. From the second day onwards, he sought advice from Chief Police Liang, who was the best archer among the archers, and began to practice archery. After only three days of practice, other than not being as good at grasping the timing as the veterans, his archery strength and accuracy had already surpassed all the other archers. Everyone thought that he had a talent for archery.
However, Fang Yun himself knew that the reason why his archery was so accurate was because of the Literary Gut Vortex. Literary Gut was the spiritual power of a scholar. There was a huge difference between a person with Literary Gut and a person without it.
Although Fang Yun only had Literary Gut Vortex, it was enough for him to have a clearer target and more accurate perception than ordinary archers.
"Archery" was one of the six arts of a gentleman. Archery was also considered archery. These High Scholars and Elementary Scholars had all learned it in the County Institute of Literature or the Prefectural Institute of Literature. Only Fang Yun, who had entered the Institute of Literature as an Elementary Scholar, did not know it.
However, the most valuable thing that Fang Yun had gained these days was not archery experience, but another benefit of discovering the world of strange books.
While walking, he could also learn from the books inside!
Although the efficiency of walking and reading at the same time was lower by half, it was still better than nothing.
Fang Yun originally thought that it might take him a long time to break through the Elementary Scholar level and become an Elementary Scholar. However, these days, he had been constantly learning the classics of the sages, participating in the demon killing battles, and observing the Elementary Scholars' armchair strategies. He felt that it was very likely that he would become an Elementary Scholar before the Imperial Scholar level very soon.
Li Wenying had already ordered the Institute of Literature and private schools in the entire Jiang District to start teaching the Three Character Classic. The Xuanting Publishing House had also started selling the Romance of the Western Chamber and Romance of the Pillow in the Ten Nations. Various calligraphy and painting shops had also started selling the Epigraph of My Shack. As a result, the Star Palace of Literature formed by these famous works was growing at an unimaginable speed. Rays of starlight shone on Fang Yun's talent, making his talent that had already reached ten inches look like it was going to explode at any time.
The team entered the mountain at around two in the afternoon. After walking for a quarter of an hour, they encountered demons. Then, they began to kill demons along the way. They only stopped to count the results of the battle in the evening. They found that they had killed 37 demons in just one afternoon.
After dinner, they continued to kill demons. Fang Yun had almost become a demon killer. On average, he killed one demon every five arrows. He even shot an arrow directly into the mouth of a demon soldier, nailing it to a tree.
Until midnight, everyone was tired of killing and had no choice but to retreat. They found a cave where the demons used to live and spent the night inside.
Fang Yun only slept for two hours a day, so he volunteered to keep watch until five in the morning. Everyone arranged for him and the Chief Of Police Liang to keep watch.
Fang Yun and the Chief Of Police Liang sat at the entrance of the cave, one on the left and the other on the right, quietly looking outside.
The Chief Of Police Liang was silent. Most of the time, he stared at the dark blue sky and stars in a daze. Occasionally, he would look at the dark forest outside the cave.
Fang Yun, on the other hand, used the World of Strange Books to read the classics of the saints. After so many days, he had already bought all the collections of the saints and all the monthly magazines of the Holy Path.
Ordinary people would need to be at least 30 years old to finish reading the books. Fang Yun had already quickly browsed through them and understood the thoughts of the saints. This was also an important reason why his talent was growing so quickly and steadily.
After three in the morning, there was a faint light in the eastern sky. Fang Yun suddenly opened his eyes. A big smile appeared on his face. Then, he immediately took a deep breath to adjust his mood. He said to the Chief Of Police Liang, "Brother Liang, my stomach is a little uncomfortable. I'll go outside to relieve myself first."
The Chief Of Police Liang stood up and asked, "Do you need me to keep watch for you?"
Fang Yun pointed at the sleeping Nu-Nu and said, "She's stronger than anything."
"That's true. You go, I'll be careful."
Fang Yun thanked the Chief Of Police Liang and quickly left with Nu-Nu in his arms. He looked like he really was going to relieve himself.
Bypassing a few trees and away from the cave entrance, where no one could see, Fang Yun put Nu-Nu on the ground. He leaned his back against a big tree that would take two people to hug. He closed his eyes and entered the literature palace.
The talent and literature vortex in the literature palace had changed greatly.
The thin, ten-inch-tall Tong Sheng talent was constantly expanding and shrinking. Every time it expanded, it would reach the thickness of a thumb and shrink until it was thinner than a strand of hair.
The literature vortex was even more incredible. In the past, Fang Yun could still see that the literature vortex was made up of bits of starlight. But now, it was spinning so fast that it became lines in Fang Yun's eyes. And it was getting smaller and smaller, gradually condensing towards the center.
Fang Yun did not do anything. This was because external interference was a taboo when one broke through. There were no pills that could help one break through. Only when one's cultivation level was high enough, success would come naturally.
Fang Yun waited quietly in the literature palace. The ten-inch-tall Tong Sheng talent suddenly exploded, releasing an orange light that illuminated the entire literature palace. Fang Yun felt as if he was in a hot spring. It was extremely comfortable.
Fang Yun knew that the next step was for the orange light to converge and condense back into the one-inch-tall Elementary Scholar talent.
However, Fang Yun waited for a long time, but the orange light did not move.
"What's wrong? How can I be stuck at the Elementary Scholar level? Does the heavens want me dead? "Fang Yun had a bad premonition.
At the same time, the brightest star in the night sky suddenly brightened. Its brightness exceeded that of the full moon. Then, it gently moved, releasing a sound that every life in Saint Origin World could hear.
The sound was extremely unique. It had the weight of a large bell, the crispness of jade, the melody of a zither, and a supreme majesty, as if the only monarch in the world was giving orders.
Whether it was the Ten Nations, Three Barbarians, Four Seas, Five Demon Mountain, or the Demon Realm connected to the Five Demon Mountain, countless people, demons, and barbarians were awakened by the movement of the Literary Star.
Nunu immediately jumped up and looked around vigilantly. Then, she raised her head and looked at the exceptionally bright Literary Star. Her eyes were filled with fear. Then, she looked at Fang Yun who was beside her and opened her mouth in shock. She blinked her eyes continuously.
Then, a majestic force crossed the distance and directly entered Fang Yun's head.
Fang Yun thought that it was a talent descending from the heavens, but suddenly, his whole body was in pain. He felt as if his soul was being torn apart. Then, he realized that whether it was the main hall of the literature palace, his statue, the starry sky of the literature palace, or the whirlpool, everything was reduced to the tiniest particles. If they were any smaller, they would have been reduced to nothingness.
"Am I going to die?"
Fang Yun's vision went black and he lost consciousness. After an unknown amount of time, he realized that he was still alive. Everything in the Palace of Literature had returned to normal. The orange glow did not condense the Elementary Scholar's qi. Everything that happened just now seemed to be an illusion.
Suddenly, the sound came again, louder than the first. The second movement of the Literary Song.
Fang Yun once again fainted from the pain.
Not long after, Fang Yun woke up again. The intense pain almost made him curse out loud. He wanted to know what was going on, but before he could think about it, the third movement of the Literary Song.
Fang Yun passed out again.
Fang Yun woke up.
The fourth movement of the Literary Song.
Fang Yun passed out for the fourth time.
By the time Fang Yun woke up for the fourth time, he was already numb to the pain. He had made ample preparations to become an Elementary Scholar. He had flipped through a large amount of information and asked the five Elementary Scholars in class one. None of them had said that the process of becoming an Elementary Scholar was so painful.
Everyone said that it was very comfortable.
The fifth movement of the Literary Song.
Fang Yun passed out again.
At this moment, countless people, demons and barbarians were looking at the Literary Star in the sky.
When the Half-saint was crowned, the Literary Star only had three movements. But this time, the Literary Star had five movements.
"Which powerful new Half-saint was crowned?" Many people were thinking about this question.
"Yi Zhishi was crowned?" Many scholars guessed.
Wu Guo.
Yi Zhishi sat up from his dream and rushed out, smashing a big hole in the door. He rushed out into the courtyard and looked up at the sky.
"Who was crowned with five movements?" Yi Zhishi was shocked.
"No! Without ten thousand bells ringing, one cannot be crowned! Could it be a great scholar? That can't be right. A great scholar's talent will soar to the heavens. All scholars and above can sense it! Could it be that someone who just became a scholar has five movements? That's impossible! When I became a scholar, I only had one movement! "
Yi Zhishi, who was in his forties and had a handsome face, had a slightly frightening expression. But in an instant, he recovered his usual calmness and indifference.
"What a terrifying five movements. It almost caused my courage to waver. Who is it? "
At the foot of Inverted Peak Mountain, in the Kong family's courtyard.
An old man in his eighties looked at the Literary Star indifferently. But deep in his eyes, there was a trace of unconcealable shock.
Then, he breathed out heavily. The breath that came out of his nose immediately turned into golden names that floated in the air. These were the names of all the scholars. Li Wenying's name was among them.
Then, these names fell one by one. Finally, they all fell to the ground and disappeared.
"No one became a new scholar."
The old man opened his mouth and blew. This time, more names appeared in the air. These names were all from the Hanlin Academy. Just like before, they all fell.
"No one became a new Hanlin Academy."
"Strange!" The old man shook his head. His eyes were cold and vigilant. He turned around and slowly walked back, no different from an ordinary old man.
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