The first day of every month was always an important day for the scholars of Saint Origin, because the Holy Path would be published every month on that day.
Scholars of the Hanlin Academy and higher literary ranks could obtain the latest news through the Notre-Dame or literary friends. However, for billions of ordinary people, they could only learn about the latest developments of the human race through the Holy Path and Literary News.
Although the Holy Path wasn't expensive, many people were still reluctant to buy it. They would only buy it after confirming that it was valuable or suitable for them.
The sun had just risen, and the morning light was still a little cold. Outside the school in Gyeongo's capital, the sky was already bustling. Tens of thousands of people were waiting in dozens of lines for the Holy Path and Literary News.
Amongst the group, a young High Scholar grumbled, "In the past year, the 'Holy Path' has become the 'Path of Poetry'. Almost every month, Fang Yun would come up with a large number of poems. I'm so sick of it."
"Yes, the Holy Path's poems have very few pages to begin with. If he publishes too many poems, others won't be able to. Those people in the Editorial Board like to find people to appreciate his poems in detail. They even include the stories of his poems, taking up far more space than others!"
"In the past year, because of Fang Yun, at least ten poems in Gyeongo have been suppressed by the Editorial Board."
"In the future, the Holy Path should be allocated according to the country. Of course, if it's a war poem that has contributed greatly to the human race, I won't object to it. As for those romantic poems, it's fine if they don't appear in the Holy Path. However, if he can create something outside of poetry, I'll take back what I said before. "
"Something outside of poetry? I've heard that Fang Xusheng has some achievements in Legalism. He's already been published in the Literary News. "
"He's published in the Literary News because his story is unique, but it doesn't necessarily make sense. If his Legalism essay can be published in the Holy Path, then it'll be considered a contribution to the human race. "
"I heard that he wants to compete with the Lei family and Mo family's Grand Scholars for the First Grade of Construction Works."
"Me too!"
The people of Gyeongo nearby roared with laughter.
Soon, the bookstore opened, and stacks of Holy Path and Literature appeared in front of everyone.
Many people immediately became excited because this was the best window for ordinary people to understand the world.
Soon, a person who had been waiting in line since dawn received the Wen Bao and the Holy Road. He tucked the Wen Bao under his armpit. He opened the table of contents of the Holy Path and walked out while reading.
"Are they all Fang Xusheng's poems?"
That person frowned and said, "The first page of the catalog is filled with his poems again. "Red Dust Kill" and "Jade Gate Pass" were one thing, but "Palace Ci", "Memory of Jiangnan", "Fisherman's Song", and even the modified "Huan Xi Sha" were all on the list! Six songs in total! "
"Unlucky!" A miscellaneous Elementary Scholar cursed in a low voice.
The man continued to flip to the second page of the catalog. After taking two steps, he suddenly froze in place. He was motionless.
"F * ck your ancestors!" That person suddenly cursed.
A young High Scholar immediately scolded, "Impudent! It's pardonable for you to hate Fang Xusheng's poems. After all, he is the enemy of Gyeongo. If you curse him like this, don't blame me for reporting you to the Notre-Dame! "
More than half of the people nodded slightly. Belittling Fang Yun was normal for Gyeongo people. But cursing Fang Xusheng. Even Gyeongo people could not tolerate it.
That person hurriedly raised the Holy Path and showed the contents of the second and third pages to everyone. He said, "Take a look for yourselves. In the Legalist section, he took up 90% of it. He practically ruled the world. In the Gongist section, he took up 80% of it! In today's Holy Path, Fang Xusheng took up half of it! I'm not cursing him. I just don't know how to express my current feelings. "
The people around him immediately swarmed in front of him like fish being fed.
"'Theory of Torture', Fang Yun! 'Theory of Trial Transcripts', Fang Yun! 'The Harm of Academy Bullying', Fang Yun! 'Theory of Litigation', Fang Yun! 'Criminal Trial', Fang Yun … Domineering! Too domineering! My legs are already weak. Come and support me. Otherwise, I can only kneel and read Holy Path! "
"What is' Detailed Blueprints'? What kind of monster is' Three-dimensional Mechanical Structure Diagram '? What kind of mystical 'Leverage Theory' is? What is' Detailed Explanation of Leather Roller Gin '? It's over. I've read for nothing. I don't even know what it means! "
"F * ck your ancestors too!"
"I don't understand Legalist or Gongist stuff. But I can be sure that either Holy Path is lying, or all the books I've read are lying to me! How could such a thing happen! "
"After becoming a literary tyrant, he's already prepared to become a literary tyrant in 'Holy Path'?"
The person who had complained about Fang Yun's poems was stunned for a long time. Then he slapped himself twice.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! What is Fang Yun up to now? "
"Hurry up and sell it. Old Man wants to see Fang Yun's poems!"
"Hurry, hurry, hurry …"
"Hey? Where's my 'Holy Path'? Cheng Zhili, you motherf * cker! I went through so much trouble to buy it. I haven't even touched it yet. Why did you snatch it away? Can't twenty years of friendship compare to a copy of 'Holy Path'? Stop right there, I'll fight it out with you … "
"Fortunately, the imperial examinations have been gradually changed from the first to the fifteenth. If there was an imperial examination today, at least half of the students would be stuck outside!"
After the new issues of 'Holy Path' and 'Literature Report' were put on sale, the people in front of the academies of literature all over the Ten Nations went crazy. The higher the rank of the scholar, the more agitated they were.
The matter continued to spread, especially when the workers all over the country heard about it. They rushed to their local academies with all their might, wanting to know the news of the Gongists' technological innovation as soon as possible.
This time, no one counted how many books there were as they didn't have the time to do so. They just bought the books, covered them, and ran home. This was because many old friends and classmates were fighting over the 'Holy Path' today.
Two hours later, more than a third of the bookstores stopped selling because the printing speed of the printing workshop couldn't keep up with the speed of the sales.
This was especially so in Jingguo. When they heard that Fang Yun had occupied a large number of pages of 'Holy Path' and had written a large number of articles on Legalism and Gongism, they rushed to the bookstores to buy the books, regardless of whether they could understand them or not!
Last April, 'Holy Path', which was first published with Fang Yun's poems and essays, had been sold for twenty times the original price in Jingguo. It had become a new favorite in bookstores.
In the five cities where Fang Yun lived, such as Ji County, Dayuan Mansion, Jade Sea Mansion, Capital City, and Ning 'an County, as well as the major cities in Xiangzhou, many people stopped farming, working, and studying. They all rushed to the bookstores for fear of missing out on this grand event.
In the Qi Nation.
"There's no way I can take the court examinations!" Li Fanming slammed 'Holy Path' on the table.
"Chirp chirp …" The large rabbit laughed evilly.
Gyeongo.
Yan Yukong held 'Holy Path' in his hands and scanned the group of advisors. He said seriously, "Do you think we should beg him to let us live?"
"Bang …" The son-in-law of Gyeongo's main family, Xiang Lancheng, flipped the table.
"Bang …" Lei Shushan flipped the table.
"Bang …" Ji Zhibai flipped the table.
"Bang …" Xun Ye, who was far away in the Ten Frigid Ancient Land, flipped the table.
"Bang …" The Demon Emperor, who was far away in the Demon Realm, flipped the table.
"Bang … bang … bang …"
Left Prime Minister Mount Liu stared at the table in front of him. No one knew what he was hesitating about.
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