Everyone in Shengyuan Continent knows that if one has literary courage, he is a qualified scholar, but if one has literary heart, he is a powerful scholar.
Fang Yunshen entered the Wen Palace.
What I saw before me was not the Wen Palace, but the night sky.
Fang Yun took a closer look and found that it was not the night sky, but a giant tree.
The giant tree is located in a very remote place, with no visible roots and only part of the trunk and crown.
The trunk of this giant tree is pitch black, and no one knows what it is made of. It has countless branches, and countless stars are hanging on the branches.
This giant tree exudes a thick, long-lasting and strange aura, as if it is the origin of the world, and as if it is the essence of the world. Fang Yun feels extremely small.
Fang Yun knew that every star was a star, and it was definitely not the stars that the ancient people understood. Every star was equivalent to a sun, and the sun was considered small among the stars.
"Magical." Fang Yun looked at this strange star tree curiously, trying to figure out what it was, but after looking at it for a while, Fang Yun became even more shocked.
"I can't see the roots or the trunk of this tree. It looks like a tree, but why do I feel like it's just a few branches? The part in front of me alone is equivalent to a galaxy. How big is the complete Star Tree?"
The star tree suddenly shook lightly, and countless starlight fell. Finally, the starlight condensed into a heart-shaped star, which crossed the night sky and instantly rushed into Fang Yun's eyebrows.
Fang Yun couldn't help but blink, and when he looked again, he found himself in the Wen Palace.
The starry sky, self-statue and talent of Wen Palace have not changed, but on the first mural of Wen Palace, there is an additional jade oil lamp. The light is like the heart and the lamp oil is like water, which is extremely warm. At the same time, it exudes a faint fragrance that makes people feel extremely comfortable when smelling it.
Fang Yun discovered that the oil lamp was exactly inlaid above the mural of "Huangdi fighting Chiyou". It was as if the sun in the mural was shining on the world.
The moment he saw the light of the literary mind, Fang Yun knew that this was a literary mind called "writing quickly", and it was of the highest quality!
The best people write quickly and become poems in one breath!
"One breath is one second. It can be said that this rapid writing has completely solved the problem of slow poetry writing! In the future, even if I suddenly encounter monsters, I can take action immediately!" Fang Yun showed joy on his face. With this rapid writing spirit, his strength has been greatly improved.
"I heard that after a middle-grade literary mind is canonized, it will immediately become a high-grade literary mind, and at the same time gain even greater power. But what will happen if a person with a high-grade literary mind is canonized? Confucius and others were canonized first and then obtained the literary mind, while those who first obtained the literary mind and then were canonized only had a middle-grade literary mind at most before being canonized."
Fang Yun stared at the lights in Wenxin for a long time before leaving Wen Palace.
In front of me is a flat mountain top with only a stone gate on the top and a green light curtain in the stone gate.
Fang Yun looked around and saw nothing on the top of the fourth mountain except a stone gate.
"I don't know what the fourth mountain tests. It is said that the first three mountains are literary tests. And the last one is a test of literary combat. After all, scholars must master powerful strength to survive. No matter how good your knowledge is, you will never be able to go higher in this world without the strength to fight a chicken."
Fang Yun calmed down, slowed down his breathing, walked to the front door, and reached out his hand to touch the light curtain.
The light curtain immediately spread in all directions like ripples in the water, and finally became completely transparent. A green grassland appeared, the grassland was endless, and there were three human sculptures standing upright. All three of them were wearing the clothes of the juren. The third one was Yan Yukong.
"What is this test?" Fang Yun thought as he walked in.
The first sculpture shattered, and a scholar walked down.
"Hello, Brother Fang." The scholar bowed and greeted him, no different from an ordinary person.
"Hello, brother. May I ask what the fourth mountain test is about?"
The scholar smiled and said, "The three of us are the last ones to pass the fourth mountain but fail to pass the fifth mountain. You only need to defeat me first, and then choose one of the two to defeat, and you can successfully complete the test. If you can defeat the third person, you will get a better literary heart when you pass the sixth mountain."
"I see. Thank you for your explanation. Shall we have a literary duel?"
"Yes, we only need to compete on paper. As long as you can kill me, you will win the game. Brother Fang is a scholar, and I am a juren. However, I am just a juren. I can't speak fluently, nor can I write poems. So I can only use "Yishui Song" to compete with you. You can start when you are ready, but the second and third people will not be so easy to talk to."
"Thank you, brother."
Fang Yun looked down and found that he was indeed wearing a plain coat. He put down the tray, and pen, ink, paper and inkstone automatically appeared on it.
"Once you pick up the pen, it's like declaring war. You'd better be careful." The scholar said politely.
"Thank you for the reminder, brother. The fourth mountain is a test of literature? What if I am a newly-minted scholar and cannot talk on paper?"
The scholar smiled amiably and said, "Then come back when you have learned it."
"… "
Fang Yun was speechless. He looked around carefully. It was just an ordinary grassland, two sculptures and one person. Nothing else.
"It seems that this test is very direct and not very difficult for the new scholar. After all, this person should not be as smart as the real person. However, for someone who has just become a scholar and cannot talk about war on paper, this scholar can be said to be invincible. Fortunately, I can talk about war on paper."
Fang Yun was thinking and calculating the range of his "Arrow in the Stone". He immediately remembered that he had calculated it in the illusion. It could maintain its power within thirty meters. Between thirty and fifty meters, the power would be halved, and it would disappear after fifty meters.
However, the maximum distance of the scholar's war poem "Song of Yishui" is only fifteen meters!
Fang Yun suddenly felt confident, because the other party's idea was that he had just become a juren, but in fact he was just a scholar with more talent and could not grasp the power of a juren at all.
"Since he has just passed the imperial examination, there is no need to distance himself from the other party. All he needs to do is compete in literary talent! The lowest graders write one sentence per breath; the middle graders write two sentences per breath; the highest graders write one poem per breath. Here, it can be said that in the world of poetry competition, the only way to win is to be faster."
After thinking it over, Fang Yun said, "Brother, we can start now."
"Okay." The scholar held the brush and stared at Fang Yun. The moment Fang Yun picked up the brush, he immediately lowered his head to write. But just as he started to write quickly, he heard the sound of wind blowing through the forest and the sound of a bowstring being pulled.
"The pen makes a sound when it falls?" The scholar raised his head slightly and glanced at Fang Yun with his peripheral vision. Even if Fang Yun reached the first level of calligraphy, he was confident that he could surpass him. But then he suddenly raised his head. He didn't care about his war poems and just stared at Fang Yun.
The pen in Fang Yun's hand actually formed an afterimage and wrote at a speed he had never seen before.
"Top-grade literary mind?"
As soon as this thought came to the scholar's mind, Fang Yun put down his pen, and a large bow appeared in the air, with a sharp arrow flying towards him.
"There is someone out there!" said the scholar, and then he was hit by a powerful stone arrow. His body suddenly exploded and finally turned into a stream of water, flying into Fang Yun's body.
Fang Yun felt strange. He thought it was a baptism of holy light or something, but he didn't expect it to be like this.
Fang Yun slowly stepped back in preparation, but suddenly looked at the first statue.
Originally, only the base and a piece of rubble were left of the statue, but it is now gradually reappearing and finally becoming a statue of Fang Yun.
Fang Yun found it interesting, but after a moment, he thought of a possibility.
"This means that as long as I don't pass the Fifth Mountain, my statue will remain here. Those who come here later are those who have just passed the imperial examination. If they choose me, it's just bad luck for them."
Fang Yun walked to about twenty feet away and looked at the second statue, which immediately cracked.
The scholar said nothing. He immediately started to write "Yishui Song" after he appeared.
"The wind is whistling and the Yi River is cold..."
This scholar also has a minor literary talent and can write one sentence in one breath.
However, when he finished the first sentence, he heard a sound of breaking air, and immediately looked up, and saw a sharp arrow coming at him.
He looked confused, as if asking where the arrow came from, and whether he was cheating.
When the arrow hits, the person dies.
The second scholar immediately turned into a stream of water and was absorbed by Fang Yun, restoring Fang Yun's talent to nine inches and at the same time stabilizing Fang Yun's talent so that it no longer shook.
Fang Yun looked at the statue of Yan Yukong.
"He's here, which means he hasn't passed the Fifth Mountain either. His talent is comparable to Yi Zhishi's, and he's also been taught by a semi-saint, which shows how difficult the Fifth Mountain is. I don't know if I can pass the Fifth Mountain when I go to Book Mountain for the second time after becoming a juren. It shouldn't be difficult to kill him. After all, he's not a juren before the saint. He has to go to Book Mountain the next day after passing the exam. It shouldn't be possible for him to learn to speak fluently in one day."
Fang Yun thought to himself as he looked at the statue of Yan Yukong, which shattered into pieces.
"The wind is whistling and the Yi River is cold..."
Yan Yukong recited the Yi Shui Song fluently while running quickly and looking at Fang Yun vigilantly. Moreover, there was an additional shadow of a mountain on his body, which was the protective power of "Mountain Ode".
"This..." Fang Yun didn't expect Yan Yukong to be so talented that he learned to speak fluently overnight after passing the imperial examination. But what about the "Ode to Mountains" written by him
Fang Yun immediately guessed that the power of "Mountain Ode" was given to Yan Yukong by Shushan. Only by killing him at this time would he be qualified to obtain a better second literary heart.
Fang Yun quickly picked up the pen, and after a second, "Arrow in the Stone" was completed and the sharp arrow was shot out.
Yan Yukong was extremely experienced and rolled on the ground immediately.
But the arrow in the stone was too fast and still hit the phantom formed by Yan Yukong's "Mountain Fu".
"Boom..."
Half of the mountain was defeated by the stone arrow, but Yan Yukong was not hurt.
Yan Yukong's speech was forced to stop, a strange color flashed in his eyes, but he did not panic at all, and he spoke again, and rushed towards Fang Yun quickly. Yan Yukong also wrote furiously, but it only worked for written war poems, and had no effect on his speech.
The juren was physically much stronger than the scholar, and he had learned military killing techniques at an early age.
Fang Yun secretly sighed that he was worthy of being a disciple of a semi-saint. He chose the best tactics at the first moment. If he did not have a top-grade literary mind, he would surely lose.
Fang Yun had just finished a war poem, and his talent was slightly shaken. It would be easy to fail if he wrote it now, so he turned around and ran, putting some distance between him and Yan Yukong. After five breaths, Fang Yun turned around and continued to talk about war on paper.
Yan Yukong's words were complete, and a black mist assassin appeared in front of him. (To be continued...)
ps: There are three updates in the early morning, so it may be very late.