The younger clerk whispered, "Mr. Chan Yi, smoke on the head is a sign of a severe consumption of talent. Even a great scholar can only hold on for half a minute, but now it's been a quarter of an hour. Will it hurt him? Should I remind him?"
Hua Chanyi looked at Fang Yun's back, smiled slightly, and said: "At first glance, I also felt that he was in danger, but after careful observation, I realized that Fang Xusheng's talent recovery speed is unprecedented in history. He can probably be called the best person under the semi-saint."
"You mean, the speed at which his talent recovers can support him to continue to consume it? This is impossible. This is almost equivalent to a university scholar using all his strength to use verbal sparring, eloquence, inspiration and writing at the same time. It is a miracle that he can last for half a quarter of an hour. Is it possible that he can last for half an hour?"
"I don't believe this happened to anyone else, but seeing Fang Xusheng like this, it must be possible!"
"Is there a copy of the Spring and Autumn Annals or a literary star in his palace of literature?"
Hua Chanyi stared at Fang Yun and smiled slightly.
The two medical clerks had seen many similar smiles from medical people. Medical people all had this expression when they were studying unknown things. It seemed that this great medical scholar had become interested in their smiles.
After half an hour, Fang Yun finished reading the vast library of the Medical Hall. His temples bulged slightly, and tiny blue veins and blood vessels appeared on his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot and lifeless, his face was pale, and his hair was not white, but he looked ten years older.
At this moment Hua Chanyi had already left.
Two medical clerks hurried over and asked, "Master Xusheng, do you need any help?"
Fang Yun opened his dry lips and said slowly: "No, it's just that my talent is overdrawn, it's okay."
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he moved his fingers slightly, and a ball of water condensed out of thin air in front of him. He opened his mouth, and the water ball flew into his mouth, moistening his lips and tongue.
The two clerks were horrified. The Grand Secretary could go for days without food or water, but Fang Yun had to drink water. This showed to what extent his physical strength and talent were overdrawn.
Since Fang Yun said they didn't need help, the two of them didn't dare to do anything. They could only follow behind Fang Yun, fearing that he would fall.
Fang Yun looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness, and even stepping out of the door of the medical hall seemed difficult.
The Yan family members waiting at the door were shocked. Yan Yukong came over anxiously to support Fang Yun and asked, "What's wrong? What happened? Your body seems to have been hollowed out."
Fang Yun shook his head slightly and said, "It's okay, it's just that my talent is slightly overdrawn."
"What did you do in the Medical Hall?" Yan Yukong asked.
"I read some books." Fang Yun said.
Everyone in the Yan family did not believe this statement and looked at the two clerks behind Fang Yun.
A clerk said helplessly: "Fang Xusheng has read all the books in the Medical Palace."
"What? Say it again." Several members of the Yan family couldn't believe their ears.
The clerk had no choice but to answer honestly, "Fang Xusheng has read all the books in the Medical Hall library from beginning to end, and Mr. Chan Yi can testify to that."
"Are you sure Fang Xusheng was only in there for half an hour? Are you sure he looked through all four libraries?" someone asked.
"Sure!"
Everyone in the Yan family looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
"This little monster!" Several university scholars whispered.
"Can you still go to the Shihan Ancient Land in this condition?" Yan Yukong said.
"Just rest for a quarter of an hour." Fang Yun said.
"Let's go and chat outside the Star Gate courtyard. I'm very interested in the affairs of the Object State and have a lot to say." Yan Ningshan said with a smile.
The group arrived outside the Star Gate courtyard, and after chatting for half an hour, Fang Yun's complexion barely returned to normal, but if you looked closely, he still looked a little tired.
"How much of your talent has recovered?" Yan Yukong asked.
"Seventy percent." Fang Yun said.
Everyone was speechless. Once talent is overdrawn, the recovery speed will be very slow, just like a great zither player who hasn't practiced for a long time after falling ill. He needs to practice for a while before he can return to his normal level. But Fang Yun is different. His talent recovery speed is already comparable to that of a normal university scholar.
"We all know that you are different from us. Never mind. Just tell us when you can leave." Yan Ningshan said.
"Everyone has already gone ahead. I can't be late any longer. Let's go in now." Fang Yun said.
"good."
Everyone brought Fang Yun to the gate of the star. When Fang Yun was about to step in, Yan Ningshan suddenly said, "If you are not strong enough, you can give up. Ten cold kings are not as good as one virtual saint."
Fang Yun paused, nodded slightly, and without saying a word, entered the gate where countless stars were rotating.
Yan Yukong looked at Yan Ningshan in surprise. "Zun" is generally used to address great figures of saintly status.
Yan Ningshan sighed and said, "Ji Qingfeng just sent me a letter saying that when he saw Fang Yun in the square of the Holy Court, he was holding a bamboo slip of the Book of Changes. He vaguely felt that Fang Xusheng's journey would be full of difficulties and even great dangers, a hundred times more dangerous than when he was in Yueyang Tower."
"Then why didn't you stop him?" Yan Yukong asked angrily.
"He didn't stay." Yan Ningshan looked at Yan Yukong calmly.
Yan Yukong was silent. The last words Yan Ningshan said to Fang Yun were actually an attempt to keep him.
After a moment, Yan Yukong raised his head, his eyebrows tilted, his eyes twinkling, and said: "I will go to Ning'an County to practice. In order for him to have a smoother life in the Shihan Ancient Land, I want to help him rally the people's hearts. I hope that the elders will lend a helping hand to Yukong."
Yan Ningshan nodded gently and said, "I will go to the Meng family to borrow the "Book of Exerting One's Mind"."
"Thank you, grandfather." Yan Yukong said.
Yan Ningshan smiled slightly.
In the endless starry sky, a dragon that is hundreds of miles long is galloping. No one knows what means it has. Whenever it approaches a star, it will instantly move to another star. After flying for a while and approaching a new star, it will continue to move to the next star, and this continues.
Use the stars as stones to pave the road to the starry sky.
A sneer appeared on the dragon's mouth.
"The eight great saints of the demon race are about to return. Now we will join forces with the demon race. When the demon race breaks through the Two Realms Mountain, this saint can be regarded as helping them in advance and forging a friendship. As for Fang Yun, when I return to Shengyuan Continent from the Ancestral Emperor Ruins, I will definitely make you look good! Unfortunately, the Demon King only got this star road and the Ancestral Emperor Ruins by chance, and does not know the details of the Ancestral Emperor Ruins. He only knows that it is a large arena or a place for cultivation. If there is really a treasure, then this saint can get rid of the control of the East China Sea Dragon Palace and form a domain of his own."
The distant demon world.
The Demon King sat on the throne, looking straight ahead with an unpredictable gaze, as if the sun was rising and the moon was setting, and the wind and clouds were surging.
At this time, an ape demon king hurriedly came running outside the door.
"Your Majesty, the Demon King, we have the result! During the great sacrifice of the Luan Mang Clan, the saints prayed to the Ancestor God of Luan Mang to patrol the sky. The Ancestor God of Luan Mang responded and pointed out that the Blood Mang Realm is in the Taiqi Star Region. The twelve Demon Saints have set out to search! The Blood Mang Realm is not like other ancient places of the human race that have been covered by the power of the Confucius Saint. There is no way it will be wrong!"
"Has that old thing Ao Zhou already gone to the Ancestral Emperor's ruins?" The Demon King's voice echoed in the empty hall.
"yes."
"It's a pity that the unknown ancestral emperor ruins was given to him."
"How's Wolf Slaughter?"
"We are already making final preparations. If nothing unexpected happens, the human race will take action in June or July to deal with the water race!"
.(To be continued)