Fang Yun didn't understand why Nunu did this, so he spread his hand and handed it to Nunu. Nunu put the bundle of hair into Fang Yun's palm, then cupped it with his small mouth and pushed it with his paws, letting Fang Yun hold it tightly.
Fang Yun couldn't help but think of Nunu's mouthful of blood when he wrote "Arrow in the Stone", and held the bundle of fox hair.
Nunu laughed happily, raised her head, and screamed, as if telling Fang Yun: Take it well!
"I will take care of it." After Fang Yun finished speaking, he lowered his head and blew on the area where Nunu had bitten off the hair, and then gently rubbed it.
Nunu grinned with her pink mouth, looking happy, as if being blown and rubbed by Fang Yun no longer hurt.
After bidding farewell to his family, Fang Yun boarded the carriage and headed to Li Wenying's residence in Yuhai City.
Along the way, Fang Yun tied Nunu's hair and put it into the Hanhu shell. He put everything he could bring into the Hanhu Bei, and even brought some dry food and bacon for the march. It would not go bad if left for a month, but the taste was not very good.
After placing the Hanhu Bei, Fang Yun took out the piece of blood-dropped animal skin. For some reason, it couldn't be put into the Hanhu Bei.
"Li Fanming said that these three drops of blood are probably holy blood, so it's not surprising. Hanhu shellfish can't hold these things. At least you need to drink Jiangbei, or have a container that can cover up the power of the holy blood."
Fang Yun put the blood-dropped animal skin into the inner pocket of his clothes, then took out a copy of "Xunzi" from the Hanhu Bei, and read it slowly and softly.
The classics of a Confucian saint and the Liuya Sage contain the most profound truths, and can even be said to point out the path to sainthood. The meaning becomes apparent after reading the book a hundred times, and Fang Yun has always insisted on having time to read it.
At this moment, Fang Yun's scholarly talent has reached ten inches high. Without a breakthrough in the temple, it is extremely difficult to become a saint by his own strength. No one can do it after the death of Confucius. Therefore, Fang Yun was not in a hurry. In addition to practicing the piano, painting, learning the art of war, and writing classics and policy discussions every day, he repeatedly read the works of the seven saints to make his talents, literary skills, and literary courage more condensed. Avoid weak foundations.
Arriving at Li Wenying's mansion, Fang Yun smelled a strange fragrance before getting off the car, which was somewhat similar to the fragrance of books and ink, but more elegant.
After getting out of the car, Fang Yun saw the door of Li's Mansion open, and Li Wenying standing in the courtyard wearing a green shirt, reciting "The Analects of Confucius" in a low voice. Every time a word is spoken, the sound of the word turns into a strange fragrance and spreads in all directions.
"Reciting the classics fills your mouth with fragrance. Congratulations to Mr. Li for becoming a great Confucian." Fang Yun congratulated with a smile as he walked.
Li Wenying turned around. The two sword eyebrows were particularly eye-catching, and the aura of a sword that was drawn in the sheath but not fired suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and even the heaven and earth darkened by three points.
He smiled calmly and said: "This is also thanks to your "Inscription on the Humble Room". Are you ready?"
"Yes." Fang Yun said.
"Ride on the blue clouds with me and go to Kongcheng."
A white cloud appeared under Li Wenying's feet. Fang Yun walked over and stepped on it carefully. It was as soft as cotton. After stepping firmly, it feels like stepping on the ground, and there is no discomfort.
Fang Yun stood beside Li Wenying, half a body behind.
The white clouds slowly rose, and Fang Yun immediately felt an invisible wall protecting him. Keep yourself from falling.
Fang Yun looked up and looked down, and saw many people nearby looking up, especially the children, clapping their hands and shouting excitedly.
White clouds rise straight into the sky. Fly towards the direction of the Holy Court.
Fang Yun looked at the clear sky ahead, the endless blue sea in the distance, and the woods and fields below. Feeling at ease.
Li Wenying said: "You must have read my travel diary of the Holy Ruins, what do you think?"
"Your Excellency is decisive and brave, but some people are pitiful." Fang Yun said.
"That is the Holy Ruins, another battlefield between humans and monsters, and a battlefield for everyone." Li Wenying said.
Fang Yun felt that there was something in Li Wenying's words, but he couldn't guess anything from these words alone.
Li Wenying didn't speak anymore after that, and Fang Yun could feel the energy surging around him, as if he was consuming his energy to do something.
Fang Yun knew that Li Wenying didn't talk much, so he didn't ask anything else. He took out Li Fanming's book from the Hanhu shell, which recorded all the things that the Ji Sheng family knew about the holy ruins. Fang Yun read it again to deepen his memory, and carefully remembered even the details that were briefly mentioned in order to avoid big problems due to inconspicuous details.
Shengyuan Continent is much larger than that of Ancient China, and the locations of mountains, rivers and other places are also different.
The journey was calm and calm. Two hours later, Fang Yun saw a group of mountains. Flying over the mountains, he saw a plain.
Autumn is crisp, the vast plains are dyed yellow by the autumn wind, the blue sky, blue sea and yellow land are the most beautiful scenery in the world, but Fang Yun's eyes are attracted by an unexpected solitary mountain on the earth.
The mountain was standing upside down, with thin base and thick top. However, the top of the mountain was covered by continuous white clouds, making it impossible to see what was on it.
Below the top of the mountain, you can clearly see a winding mountain road winding up, and several people can be vaguely seen climbing up.
At the foot of Daofeng Mountain, there is a huge city that Confucius personally supervised based on the "Book of Changes". Viewed from a high altitude, the city looks like a super huge Bagua map of King Wen.
Fang Yun felt an invisible but vast aura coming towards his face, which seemed to contain the greatest power of the human race, which was breathtaking.
This is Confucius City, also called the Holy City, which is part of Qufu. The entire Qufu Prefecture, except for Daofeng Mountain, belongs to the Confucius family.
Kongcheng is the most prosperous city in the entire Shengyuan Continent. Everything that is available in various parts of the Shengyuan Continent must be found in Kongcheng. If it is not found in various places, Kongcheng also has it.
This city is far larger than any city Fang Yun knows.
After a long time, Fang Yun praised: "What a spirit."
"Only the saints can fly above Kongcheng. I landed at the city gate." Li Wenying said, and the white clouds slowly descended.
Kongcheng was getting closer and closer, and Fang Yun realized that Kongcheng was much bigger than he had imagined. The city wall was fifteen feet high, equivalent to a fifteen-story building, and the wall was more than five feet wide. The Holy Spirit personally took action, and there was absolutely no way for manpower to build such an exaggerated city.
The city is bustling with traffic, the bustling streets are bustling with people, and from a high altitude, those people are as small as ants, filling the entire Kongcheng.
The two landed in front of the city gate, where many people were coming in and out.
Most of the people around looked respectfully at Li Wenying, who was wearing a blue robe with embroidered clouds. A few people stopped and stepped aside, asking Li Wenying and Fang Yun to go first. Others were not surprised and glanced at Li Wenying before continuing to go in and out.
Some readers recognized Li Wenying based on his peculiar eyebrows. Offer your hands in greeting.
Li Wenying nodded to him in return, and then walked inside with Fang Yun.
"Kongcheng is divided into an inner city and an outer city. Among them, the inner city is the safest. All wealthy families from various countries have properties in the inner city. A friend of mine bought a two-entry courtyard in Inner Gancheng. There are only two people cleaning it on weekdays. From now on, You live there."
"Okay." Fang Yun agreed, thinking that Qian was the heaven in King Wen's Bagua, so Neiqian City must be the place where the highest-status people in Kongcheng lived, and the center of Kongcheng was the Confucius Academy, whose status was second only to the Holy Academy.
Li Wenying said: "I haven't been to the Holy Academy for a long time. I just take this opportunity to go to the Holy Land to practice. On August 15th, I will go down the mountain with you to the Confucius Academy to take you to participate in the Holy Market Mid-Autumn Festival. That's the top 100. You are new here. Don't study hard at home these days. Walk around the inner city to relax. You don't have to worry about safety. You have been holding back in Yuhai City for too long. I'm afraid of you if you continue. I'll go crazy." Li Wenying's final tone was very relaxed.
"Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles are what scholars of our generation should do." Fang Yun said.
"That's a good idea, so I don't have to worry. Let's go to that yard by car." Li Wenying waved to an armored ox cart, told the driver the address, and the two of them got on the cart.
Kongcheng is too big, even if Li Wenying chose the Qian position, the city gate would fall. It is very close to Neigan City and it took nearly an hour to get to Tianbao Third Street.
Along the way, Fang Yun looked outside from time to time. All aspects of Kongcheng are very standardized. Every household has a house number. The street names in Neigancheng all start with the word "天", ranging from the first street to the ninth street. There are many streets.
The customs here are also very special. Different buildings, different dialects, different costumes, etc. from ten countries come together in one city, which is an eye-opener for Fang Yun.
Fang Yun found that the biggest difference between this place and Yuhai City was that there were so many monsters, and the people here were not afraid of monsters. All the monsters were very docile, and they should have been domesticated for several generations.
This city seemed to have the power to calm people's hearts. Since entering Kongcheng, Fang Yun felt much calmer. Various pressures such as the Meng family's calculations, the threats from the left prime minister, and the struggle for the holy way had temporarily disappeared.
Not long after, the armored ox cart stopped, and Fang Yun and Li Wenying got off.
The door was open, and two middle-aged servants, a man and a woman, who knew Li Wenying, hurriedly came out to greet him. Li Wenying and Fang Yun went in together, introduced them, sat here for a while, and then got up and left, heading to the holy courtyard at the top of the mountain.
Fang Yun wanted to go to the Holy Courtyard to see it, but he was just a scholar. Unless he found someone from Dongsheng Pavilion, not even Li Wenying was qualified to take him into the Holy Courtyard.
After seeing off Li Wenying, Fang Yun settled down in Zhou's house. The two servants were both from Jingguo and knew Fang Yun's name. They were very warm to Fang Yun and said that he must take Fang Yun to see the night view of Kongcheng in the evening. It is unparalleled anywhere else. Yes, he also said that it is almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, and people put up lanterns beside the Grand Canal every day, so that Fang Yun can also feel happy.
Fang Yun readily agreed that the classics of the holy way are books, and so are all the phenomena in the market.
After dinner, the three of them left home and walked outside. After walking a few streets, Fang Yun saw a strange scene.
I saw a wolf demon that looked like a monster from the looks of it, walking leisurely on the road with a vegetable basket in its mouth. Suddenly, the cabbage in the vegetable basket rolled out, and it immediately ran over and took the vegetable back into the basket. inside, and then continued walking with the basket in his mouth.
Fang Yun found that everyone around him was not surprised.
Passing by the market, Fang Yun saw a bull barbarian bargaining with the human vendors in fluent human language. He also said that he was a native of Kongcheng, so don't bully him for not knowing how to count. All calculations are accurate.
At the corner of the market, a herring demon was scraping the scales of a grass carp while complaining: "You people are so difficult to take care of! Why am I so unlucky! I was sold to a Jinshi who died early. As a result, the Jinshi's family fell into ruin. I had to I go out to work and make money, and half of my earnings go to the owner. Do you think it’s easy for me to catch and sell fish all day long? When will I earn enough to marry a fish demon from a wealthy family?”
.(To be continued...)