The traitor picked up his pen to write "The Great Wind Song", but as he had no literary talent, he wrote very slowly. The tiger demon general took a few steps forward to stop Fang Yun, while the bull barbarian general blocked the traitor behind him.
Fang Yun continued to rush forward. After three breaths, the rebellious scholar had not yet finished writing "The Great Wind Song". Fang Yun stopped and stood ten feet away from the tiger demon general. Just like before, he began to write two consecutive poems.
The two demons were prepared to wait until the rebel scholar finished his poem before they attacked together and killed Fang Yun with their absolute strength, but the current situation did not allow them to be too passive.
The two demons looked at each other, and immediately mobilized their energy and blood, roaring at Fang Yun. The strong wind carried the power of energy and blood and attacked Fang Yun. The combined roar of the two was enough to kill the scholar, and could almost interrupt all the scholars' empty talk and eloquence.
With the strong wind blowing on his face and his literary talent protecting him, Fang Yun stood firm like a mountain, not disturbed by the power of the demon. He pressed the paper with his left hand and continued writing with his right hand.
Ni Zhongjuren's "Da Feng Ge" was completed. At the same time, Fang Yun's "Tiger Walk Poem" and "General's Sword" were published one after another.
A tornado that was powerful enough to crush anyone into a pulp suddenly appeared out of nowhere, trying to kill Fang Yun.
Fang turned around and tried to run, but then he felt a sharp pain in his back, his clothes were torn, and large pieces of flesh were blown away by the tornado, leaving a bloody mess and even revealing his white bones.
"You are worthy of being a juren." Fang Yun gritted his teeth and endured the pain, avoiding the range of "Dafengge" and escaping quickly with the help of the fast-running poem.
"General Sword" did not need Fang Yun to continue controlling it. Once it appeared, it would kill Fang Yun's previous target.
The blood-patterned sword came out, and it killed the rebellious scholar once and the barbarian general twice.
“Ao ao…” The tiger demon general rushed towards Fang Yun like crazy, but Shangpin Wenxin was too strong. Relying on two poems composed in one breath, Fang Yun completely killed the tiger demon general.
"Unfortunately, I am only a scholar, and the power of these war poems is too weak. If I had a higher literary status or even become a great scholar, then I could unleash the true power of various war poems. For example, the last two sentences of "General's Blade" actually only show the power of one sentence, and the demon blood turning into blue waves cannot be reflected at all. I don't have enough strength, so this is the case when using war poems."
As soon as the tiger demon died, the entire closed hall suddenly shook, and the wall in front cracked into a door. Soft sunlight shone in, and an old man named Shushan stood at the door.
The Holy Courtyard is the core of the human race. It also retains one-third of Confucius' talent. All the entrances to the holy places are here.
Most of the holy places are presided over by the Four Saints, while the Confucius family occupies one holy place alone, the six sub-saint families share one holy place, and the other semi-saint families share one holy place.
At the easternmost part of the Holy Courtyard, there was a very ordinary courtyard with a single gate, and in the courtyard was a very ordinary two-story building. Even the oldest clerk in the Holy Courtyard didn't know what was there, but only knew that many children of the Kong family would enter every year.
An old man with white hair and beard was snoring in the yard, but the whole yard suddenly shook slightly.
The old man suddenly woke up and rushed to the front door of the house faster than an ordinary young man.
"Bang..."
The old man banged on the door, but it didn't move.
The old man beat his chest and stamped his feet, crying out in pain, "How could this be! Someone actually entered the main hall of the secret hall directly and passed through smoothly. He has obtained the Supreme Literary Heart! This person is definitely not a disciple of our Kong family. Who is he? If an outsider obtains the Supreme Literary Heart, we will be the sinners of the Kong family! Big sinners! Patriarch, you must find the person who sneaked into the secret hall. He must be cut into pieces!"
A voice suddenly appeared in the yard.
"He's in, why make a fuss? He's not a descendant of our Kong family. Even if he passes the main hall successfully, he will get nothing. He still has to go through the final test. As far as I know, no one can complete the final test below the Grand Secretary, including the geniuses of the human race. And those with a higher literary rank than the Jinshi cannot enter. There is only a dead end there. As for the Supreme Literary Mind, even the descendants of our Kong family can't get it, how can he get it? Don't mention this to others, otherwise it will be a crime of treason!"
"But that person went straight into the main hall. No one from my Kong family will be able to enter the secret hall within a year."
"Let it take its course. You don't need to worry about it."
"yes."
The old man looked at the gate and finally sighed helplessly.
Fang Yun looked at the old man at the door of the mysterious palace and bowed, saying, "Hello, old man."
The old man still had no expression on his face, and said: "The Book Mountain is just one of the tests. Even the test in this main hall is nothing. Follow me. This is the last test. If you can pass it, you can obtain the Supreme Literary Heart."
Fang Yun asked: "Is there really such a thing as a supreme literary mind? I have read so many books, but I have only seen it once."
"When you pass this test, you will know what the supreme literary mind is. Follow me." The old man said as he walked out.
Fang Yun immediately walked forward, followed the old man, and looked around.
This is an "A"-shaped valley. The valley can be seen at a glance. There are hundreds of houses. The architectural style here is extremely rough, and weapons are everywhere.
At the entrance to the valley is a high wall with soldiers patrolling on it.
Everyone who sees an old man will bow and greet him, calling him "Sir".
Fang Yun glanced around. Most of the people nearby were women and children. The dirty children looked at him curiously, while the women were busy with their own things.
Going further, there are various workshops and academies, from which the sound of reading can be heard.
There is a training ground ahead where hundreds of soldiers are training and their shouts are deafening.
Fang Yun looked up and saw that the sky was cloudless, giving people a very empty and desolate feeling, which was something that the city sky did not have.
Fang Yun asked: "Is this the border?"
The old man nodded.
The two men walked up to the city wall. Fang Yun looked around and saw a stretch of sand in front of him, and further ahead was a green grassland. It was vast and extremely pleasing to the eye, but it was easy to get bored if you looked at it for too long.
"I wonder what this final test is?" Fang Yun asked.
The old man pointed at the spot and said, "Two hundred miles away, there is a wolf tribe of 10,000 people, led by a barbarian king. This time, the test is that you destroy this tribe."
Fang Yun said: "The Barbarian King is equivalent to a university scholar, and the Ten Thousand Wolf Barbarian Tribe has 8,000 combat-ready soldiers. What kind of power do I have?"
"The support from ten countries, and the strength of this village." The old man looked indifferent.
Fang Yun turned his head blankly and looked down at the village. There were less than two thousand people in it. If the elderly, women and children were excluded, the actual fighting force was probably only one thousand people.
One thousand ordinary people against eight thousand barbarians
"How many university scholars are there in the village?"
"none."
"Are there any great scholars?"
"none."
"Who is the person with the highest literary status in the village?"
"One Hanlin, two Jinshi, and five Juren."
Fang Yun looked at the calm old man in astonishment. After a long while, Fang Yun asked respectfully, "Old man, are you kidding me?"
All the people in the entire mountain stronghold added together are not enough for the Barbarian King to kill alone. It can even be said that as long as the tribe takes out one-fifth of its people, plus a Barbarian Marquis who is equivalent to Hanlin, they can kill everyone in the mountain stronghold.
The old man said: "If you can pass the test, you will gain supreme literary talent and great talent."
Fang Yun's heart moved.
Writing furiously was only an ordinary literary mind. Once it reached the highest level, he could kill many Juren-level monsters with his scholarly status. Even if this supreme literary mind was not unique, it could not exceed four types, which was obviously more powerful than the ordinary literary mind.
Li Wenying, the great Fengyujianshi, is so strong that he is no less capable than anyone of the same literary position in killing monsters. However, he only has one literary heart, and it is the most ordinary one. Li Wenying may have the opportunity to get more literary hearts in the future, but he has only had one literary heart for more than forty years. It can be seen how rare literary hearts are.
What’s more, what is now before us is the supreme literary mind.
"What does it mean to be extremely talented?" Fang Yun asked.
"One bucket doubles your talent."
"What!" Even though Fang Yun had experienced life and death trials, he was still shocked by this terrifying supreme literary mind.
"Talented and talented. Does it mean that one person's talent is nine times that of others?"
The old man nodded.
Fang Yun was silent. With such supreme literary talent, it would be impossible to use up all his talent.
"No wonder the old man Confucius is so powerful. His talent after his death almost overwhelmed his disciples. No wonder he dared to fight all the demon saints in the demon world alone. However, being extremely talented is considered a top-grade literary mind, right? How many are there in the lower grade?"
"You will know when the time comes," said the old man.
"If I fail this test, will I never be able to obtain the Supreme Wenxin again?"
"You can never get such talent anywhere else."
"Then I accept this test!" Fang Yun said firmly.
"That's good."
Fang Yun added: "Since it is a test, there must be a way to pass it. It is impossible to rely on these people alone. You just mentioned the aid of the ten countries. Will they send troops?"
"cannot."
Fang Yun was even more helpless and asked, "Did they provide supplies and food?"
"You don't need to worry about that. You can have as much as you want."
"This is the first good news I've heard since I came here. If I want something in the future, the Ten Nations and the Holy Academy can provide it?"
"Of course."
Fang Yun suddenly asked: "Where exactly is this place?"
The old man's expression did not change at all, but he seemed to have spent a lot of effort before he slowly said, "If you can destroy the barbarian tribe, you will know. If you can't, it's useless to know. You don't have to waste your time trying to get information out of them, they won't say anything. What you have to do now is to defeat the barbarian tribe."
Fang Yun looked at the old man and suddenly had a feeling that this old man seemed to be carrying a mountain on his shoulders, but only he could carry it. If it were anyone else, they would be crushed to pieces.
"Since the old man said so, I will work hard to complete this test and obtain the supreme literary mind." Fang Yun said.
"That's good. From now on, you are the King of Luck."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, Fang Yun felt the heaven and earth shake, and then an official seal appeared in front of him.
Fang Yun took over the official seal and found that his thinking became extremely clear, and it could spread to the entire village. He could even clearly sense the insects eating food in the soil.
The old man slowly left, and Fang Yun asked, "Is there a time limit for this test?"
"You pass, or you give up."
Fang Yun watched the old man slowly leave, feeling heavy in his heart. (To be continued...)
ps: No update in the early morning, three more updates tomorrow