The page disappeared without a trace, leaving only a piece of green flood dragon skin in his hand.
"What's going on? Who can retrieve this filthy text from a thousand miles away? "Fang Yun immediately looked around, but there was nothing.
Fortunately, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Fang Yun immediately understood and muttered in his heart, "Where's the filthy text of the great Confucian?"
Fang Yun immediately 'saw' a piece of yellow paper floating in the void. The blood-colored text on it suddenly pulsated like blood vessels. The pulsating sound grew louder and louder until it finally sounded like the beating of a drum.
The blood-colored text seemed to be bound by some kind of power and was struggling.
Far away, at the intersection of the Yangtze River and the East Sea, there was an extremely wide estuary. In the depths of the estuary, a magnificent flood dragon palace stood at the bottom of the river.
"Father, that Li Wenying bullied our Water Race too much. Please bestow me a treasure to retrieve the filthy text of the great Confucian."
"Take a drop of my sacred blood and slowly search for that page of filthy text of the great Confucian."
"Li Wenying has already killed that despicable snake and should have it. I'm afraid I'll need a drop of your essence blood to deal with Li Wenying."
"If he had it, he would've returned to the Great Source Residence to be cleansed by the power of the Divine Temple. Why would he go to the river to do it? That little snake is smart and will probably hide the filthy text of the great Confucian wherever she goes. "
"Okay! I'll transform into a human and slowly search for it. "
"Mm, go … Wait, there's no need to go."
"Father, you …"
"My sacred blood has already been erased. The Divine Temple can't be so quick. It should be the work of the human Half-saint! Forget it, that 'paradise' is only a legend. You may leave. "
In the forest, Fang Yun "saw" in the void that the blood on the page was gradually lifted off the paper by a huge force. Then, the blood turned into a tiny flood dragon, roaring at the sky and twisting its body crazily.
However, that invisible force was extremely terrifying and firmly bound the blood flood dragon.
Fang Yun couldn't help but wipe his sweat.
"Is this the legendary Half-saint's divine will? This drop of blood combined with the divine will contained in it has the power of a Grand Scholar and the might of a great Confucian. A drop of blood can destroy cities and split mountains. How did the Wondrous Book World do it? "
Fang Yun thought to himself as he looked closely at the Confucian profanity. The blood-red color had completely disappeared, and each word was shining with a gentle golden light. At the same time, a graceful voice came from the paper, continuously reciting the contents.
"I can't be wrong. It must be a manuscript written by Tao Sheng when he was a great scholar. However, how was he going to take it out? The Wondrous Book of Heaven and Earth, give it to me and let me have a look. "
The wondrous book world did not move.
"This …"
Just as Fang Yun was suspecting that Wondrous Book World was going to take the Great Confucian's manuscript for himself, the remnant of the Peach Blossom Spring disappeared. Then, Fang Yun heard a deafening sound in his ears.
"In Taiyuan of the Jin Dynasty, the people of Wuling fish for a living. Walking along the stream, forgetting the distance of the road. I suddenly came across a peach blossom forest … "
The sound was ethereal and carried with it a mysterious concept. It made people feel as if they had entered a beautiful mountain village with peach blossoms in full bloom, forgetting about the mortal world and forever living in the world of the Peach Blossom Spring.
Fang Yun realized that Wondrous Book World had sent the remnant of the Peach Blossom Spring into his study palace. It was very comfortable to listen to it once, but when he listened to it a second time, he felt dizzy.
The Great Confucian's manuscript had great power and could be kept in the study palace like a powerful literary treasure. It was very beneficial to the study palace. However, Fang Yun was only an Elementary Scholar. Even though he had the courage to write and could barely be considered a High Scholar, he still couldn't withstand the repeated tempering of the Lingering Sound.
After thirty breaths, Fang Yun couldn't take it anymore and his study palace shook slightly.
The deafening Lingering Sound immediately disappeared and returned to Wondrous Book World.
Fang Yun glanced at the tiny Blood Flood Dragon that was struggling in the void and returned to the camp in a daze. He lay down and fell asleep.
In the morning, nearly a thousand reinforcements from the Great Source Residence arrived. After receiving Li Wenying's message, the Prefecture Overseer of Ge Prefecture came personally. Not only did he bring along five Jinshi officials and sixteen High Scholar officials, he even brought along an old Hanlin Academy official who had just resigned, for fear that something would happen to Fang Yun and the others. Everyone collected the corpses of the dead soldiers and walked out of the forest.
That day was also the day of the release of the Sage Dao and Literature Report.
The 'Sacred Dao' and 'Wen Pao' of the Ten Nations were released as scheduled, no different from usual.
However, there were some minor differences outside the Ten Nations. The booksellers of the Xuanting Bookstore were dressed in uniform and pushing carts with advertising banners. They bought a large number of Sage Dao and Literature Report and placed them on the carts. At the same time, they were selling various books such as the Romance of the Western Chamber.
There was a huge crowd outside the bookstore of the Great Source Residence. There were several times more people than when the Sage Dao was released every month. The liveliness was almost comparable to the annual county test.
"Hey, Elder Liu, what brings you here? You're already in your eighties, why don't you get your servants to buy it? "
"I can't wait! I heard that Fang Shuangjia's masterpiece has been published in the Sage Dao again. There are three full-text poems and two of them are co-written. Not only do they include the new painting techniques that I like, but they also helped Duke Jianmei edit the poems. How can I sit still!? Old Song, you're in your seventies too. Aren't you here too? "
"Haha, same to you. It wasn't easy for a great talent to appear in Jiang District. Of course, I'm here to buy his poems in the Sage Dao. Ah, it's a pity. If he was born fifty years earlier, the Epigraph of My Shack would have been published fifty years earlier. We would have been able to become High Scholars long ago. "
"So this time, I'm going to buy ten copies and let each of my grandchildren have one. I'm sure they'll be able to become High Scholars if they read his poems every day!"
"That's right! Look at the people around you. Eight out of ten of them are here to buy it for their children and grandchildren. "
"He invited the number one Sage, and also invited the number one Sage. Whoever doesn't learn his poetry is an idiot! He might become the first Sage of the Great Source Residence! "
"That's possible! Then I have to find a way to get my hands on his calligraphy. I can use it as a family heirloom in the future! "
"Don't mention it. All the scholars in the city are racking their brains to get their hands on his calligraphy. But he doesn't participate in any poetry competitions. He's focused on studying and becoming a County Scholar. No one has a chance."
"Ah, it's May again. The Dragon Boat Festival is on the fifth day of the month. According to tradition, the scholars in Gyeongo will cross the river and compete with us in poems and dragon boats. We've lost for more than ten years. I hope that Fang Yun won't give up on studying and embarrass Jingguo every year. "
"That's right. Ah."
When the people around them heard about the dragon boat competition, their expressions turned gloomy.
"Fang Yun is powerful, but this generation's' Shi Jun 'is in Gyeongo. Shi Jun won't come, but his peers or disciples will. Even if Fang Yun is there, he won't be able to survive. "
"That's right. The dragon boat competition isn't a competition for one person. It's a competition for everyone on the boat."
"Fang Yun won't participate in the competition."
"Why?" Many people asked.
"Have you forgotten? The dragon boat competition is about using poems to activate the Qi of Heaven and Earth. Those who participate are all High Scholars and County Scholars. He's just a scholar. Even if he can write a poem better than Zhenguo, it's useless. "
"Ah!"
"Wait for next year."
"Fang Yun will definitely be able to do it next year!"
Many copies of the Holy Path and Literature Papers were bought. Some read them immediately, some read them carefully after dinner. Some rushed to a secret place outside the city and gave dozens of copies of the Holy Path and Literature Papers to an eagle demon.
The eagle demon grabbed the wrapped copies of the Holy Path and Literature Papers and flew into the clouds, flying towards the Desolate Demon Mountain at an extremely fast speed.
Desolate Demon Mountain, Shocking City Peak, Wandering Dream Palace.
All the rebellious scholars stood in front of the palace. This was something they had to do on the first day of every month. Even if they were rebellious scholars, even if they hated humans and worshipped demons, they were still infatuated with the power of the Holy Path.
They respected the Holy Path but not the humans.
A demon servant walked in with a big bag, and then took out a book of "Holy Road" and a book of "Literature Report", and handed them to the traitorous scholar Feng Chengjue on the Dream Wandering Palace with both hands.
Feng Chengjue glanced at the catalog and snorted, "That Fang Yun is in the limelight again! I hope he knows what he's doing. If he dares to become a saint, I'll kill him! Li Wenying can't stop me! "
"Of course Li Wenying is not as good as you, sir. You are one of the Four Talents of the previous generation."
Feng Chengjue flipped through the book and said, "I heard that Fang Yun's Epigraph of My Shack is good. I haven't read it before, so I'll take a look."
Soon, Feng Chengjue reached the page where the Epigraph of My Shack was. After reading a few lines, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but read on.
When he was halfway through, all the words of the Epigraph of My Shack suddenly trembled and emitted a faint light. At the same time, a deep voice came out.
"How can it be ugly!"
Feng Chengjue and all the rebellious scholars screamed.
"Ah …"
Feng Chengjue was the most miserable. His eyes were blinded by the light. Cracks appeared on the guts and the palace of literature. The other rebellious scholars also had their palaces damaged. The three most unstable palaces suddenly bled from their seven orifices and died. There were also a few people whose palaces shattered and became completely demented.
In the end, only less than half of them managed to hold on. However, a lot of cracks appeared on their palaces, which couldn't be repaired in a short period of time.
"Damn that Half-saint! How dare he use guts refining script and Confucius's sacred words to trick us! Quickly report it and tell everyone not to read today's Divine Path! Be careful of traps! "
"Yes!" A rebellious scholar hurriedly left.
Feng Chengjue's face was ferocious and terrifying. His dragon claw clenched the throne tightly, crushing it into powder. He gritted his teeth and said, "It must be Half-saint using this to warn us not to investigate the identity of that Grand Scholar Wu Dong! Damn it, I will become a great scholar soon. But after being ambushed, not only will it be delayed, I will also have to return to the Demon Realm to repair my guts! Fang Yun, you are unlucky! Immediately pass down my order, I want you to kill Fang Yun at all costs! I will return to the Demon Realm to rest. If Fang Yun is not dead by the time I return, all of you will die! All of you will die! "
"Yes, my lord! We will mobilize all the forces in Jiang Prefecture to kill Fang Yun! "
Feng Chengjue stood up and walked out of the palace. As he walked, he said, "Those who kill Fang Yun will be heavily rewarded, a divine fruit that can increase one's lifespan by fifty years! If you have any requests in the future, I will definitely agree! I want to eat Fang Yun! Bit by bit, inch by inch! "
"Yes!"
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