After completely analyzing the first battle, Fang Yun repeatedly broke into the first hall of Hanlin.
The first hall of the Hanlin Academy mainly tests verbal battles, which are accompanied by calligraphy. Therefore, Fang Yun started out as he did before, using war poems and creatures to deal with the weaker monsters, while he carefully carved the "Yan Qinli Stele" at the same speed as before, in order to make his basic skills more solid.
After this time of engraving, Fang Yun felt that he had made obvious progress in all aspects.
After the Demon Lord appeared, Fang Yun no longer used attacking war poems, but purely used the tongue sword to fight, while using the speed poem and protective war poem to assist the tongue sword.
The effect was very poor this time. Only two of the four demon lords were killed. Simply using the tongue sword was ultimately at a disadvantage.
After the second battle, Fang Yun replayed the process again, looking for errors or omissions in sword control and calligraphy.
After completing another analysis, Fang Yun immediately started to break into the First Hall for the third time.
By the third time, Fang Yun had absolute confidence that he could get through, but in order to hone his Yan style calligraphy and verbal sparring, he still gave up on getting through and fought with his verbal sword.
Four times, five times, six times, seven times...
In the ninth attempt to break into the First Hall, Fang Yun successfully killed all the demon lords with just his tongue sword.
After the death of the four demon lords, a saint and two royal wolf demon lords appeared. Fang Yun’s talent and literary courage were exhausted and he had to end it.
Fang Yun replayed the battle for the ninth time and found that he could no longer find any omissions. Even if he felt that something was wrong, he couldn't find the problem.
Fang Yun thought for a moment and decided not to write a single word next time, but to fight only with his tongue. Then he would record the whole process and seek guidance from a great scholar in the War Hall who was good at using the tongue.
Not to mention ordinary Hanlin, even Hanlin from aristocratic families, as long as they are not direct descendants, it is difficult to get personal guidance from great Confucian scholars, but Fang Yun is a virtual saint and has extremely high privileges in the Holy Academy. If Fang Yun has a request, if the great Confucian scholars of the Holy Academy refuse or give random instructions, it is equivalent to breaking the law and disrespect, and will be sanctioned by the Holy Academy.
If Fang Yun were to be promoted to a great scholar, he could choose a semi-saint to give him instruction for one day every three years. This treatment would be enough to make all the scholars in the world jealous.
The tenth time Fang Yun entered the Hanlin Hall, he did not write a single word. He only used his tongue to fight with all his might, and finally died at the hands of the demon lord of the Holy Clan.
After the end, Fang Yun looked through it carefully. It felt vague. He knew he had missed something, but he just couldn't find it. It seemed like he had reached a bottleneck. Fang Yun spent some writing points to record it. When the time comes, as long as the great scholar is in the Holy Academy, he can ask the great scholar to watch the process.
Afterwards, Fang Yun entered the first hall of the Hanlin Palace for the eleventh time.
This time, Fang Yun planned to finish writing the Yan Qinli Stele at a faster speed and pass the first hall. After all, his understanding of both sword control and Yan style had reached a bottleneck. Continuing to stay in the first hall would be a waste of time and ink.
Fang Yun slowly wrote the Yan Qinli Stele, a little faster than the first time, but better, having already grasped the basic essence of the inscription. The writing was round, vigorous, and both clumsy and clever, and he had officially entered the stage of Yan style regular script.
As before, as the number of characters in the Yan Qinli Stele continued to increase, the inscription exuded a heavy atmosphere that became stronger and stronger.
Fang Yun had never finished writing the entire "Yan Qinli Stele" before, but this time, as time went by, more and more words appeared on the stone wall.
When the three-headed demon lord appeared, Fang Yun was only a few words away from finishing writing.
However, Fang Yun did not write immediately. Instead, he slowly wrote the last few words after seriously injuring the three-headed demon lord.
“… Therefore, your virtue is so beautiful that I regret that it is lacking.”
As soon as the inscription was completed, it immediately exuded an aura of antiquity and vastness, and it was seamlessly integrated, just like a respected and virtuous old man standing in front of it, inspiring admiration.
Fang Yun looked at the "Yan Qinli Stele" he had written and felt relaxed and happy. He realized that he had already mastered the basics of Yan's regular script. Just glancing at the inscription made him feel refreshed.
However, the full text of the "Yan Qinli Stele" is less than 1,700 words, and is still more than 300 words short of 2,000 words. It needs to be completed before passing the first hall.
Fang Yun was about to repeat the "Yan Qinli Stele", but found that it would destroy the charm of the inscription, so he prepared to write something else to make up the 2,000 words.
Fang Yun didn't think much about it and immediately controlled his tongue sword to write.
"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, which is mixed and flowing. Below, it is the rivers and mountains, and above, it is the sun and stars. In people, it is called Haoran, which is so abundant that it fills the sky. The imperial road should be clear and peaceful, and it should contain harmony and emit a bright court..."
Fang Yun had always wanted to finish writing "Song of Righteousness", so when he encountered the need to complete the inscription, he instinctively wrote "Song of Righteousness".
Fang Yun thought as he wrote, and when he couldn't write anymore, he would stop and start something else...
Before he could finish his thought, Fang Yun stared ahead in amazement.
In the Hanlin Palace.
Zhang Zhixing stared at the sharpened sword wall in front of him seriously, with a faint smile on his face.
As a member of Zhang Heng's family and one of the Seventh Scholars of the Holy Academy, he participated in the journey to Denglongtai and the Scholar Hunting Ground, and fought against the monsters and barbarians together with Fang Yun, forging a deep friendship.
He originally wanted to hone his skills for a few years before being promoted to Hanlin, but Wenquxing suddenly approached Shengyuan Continent, allowing him to be promoted to Hanlin naturally.
As a newly promoted Hanlin, Zhang Zhixing had entered the Hanlin Hall four times. Today, as the New Year is approaching and he has plenty of time, he is preparing to officially pass through the first hall, just to give this year a perfect ending.
More than 1,900 words have been written on the sharpened sword wall in front of him. In a moment, he will be able to finish writing 2,000 words and pass the First Hall of Hanlin.
Zhang Zhixing took a deep breath, controlled his tongue sword and continued writing. Suddenly, his eyes widened.
The sharpened sword wall actually cracked!
"this… "
At the same time, in the Hanlin Hall, more than a dozen people who were breaking into the first hall were looking at the sharpened sword wall in front of them in amazement.
The sharpened sword wall is cracking.
When he saw the first crack appearing on the sharpened sword wall, Fang Yun hurriedly stopped his tongue sword, hoping that it would not crack any further.
However, cracks appeared one after another on the sharpened sword wall, and the cracks became more and more numerous, making a crackling sound.
"No way! The sharpening sword wall was made by a semi-saint, how could it crack? And it looks like it's not just a crack..."
boom!
The entire sharpened sword wall suddenly exploded, and a powerful air wave swept in all directions, like the wrath of a semi-saint, destroying the world.
“I should have known not to commit suicide…” Fang Yun had a thought in his mind, and was blown away by a strong air wave. Then the scenery in front of him changed, and he found that he had flown out of the Hanlin Hall and landed at the foot of the stone steps. In front of him stood the two Jinshi who were guarding the gate of the Zong family.
Behind Fang Yun, more than ten people were screaming and groaning, obviously seriously injured.
The two Jinshi scholars guarding the gate looked at Fang Yun and others in surprise. Suddenly, they heard an explosion in the Hanlin Hall, and then these people flew out. What happened
Zhang Zhixing exclaimed softly, and asked, "Fang Xusheng, you are also breaking into the Hanlin Hall? What happened?"
Fang Yun couldn't admit it, so he frowned and pretended to be in deep thought, and said in silence: "I was carving the words properly, I don't know what happened."
"If the sword wall is damaged due to sharpening, the person must be severely punished!" Zhang Zhixing looked worried.
"Yes, he must be severely punished." Fang Yun followed Zhang Zhixing's words.
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice as heavy as a mountain rang out over the Holy Court.
"Hanlin Fang Yun, damaged the Holy Academy's public property 'Sword Sharpening Wall', fined 1,000 points! Hanlin First Hall is temporarily closed and will be reopened after repairs."
Everyone in front of the Hanlin Hall looked at Fang Yun with strange eyes.
(To be continued.)