The Path of the Sage

Chapter 202: Weak water river

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"That may not be the case. The Holy Ruins Road tests more than just literary courage. Of course, Yan Yukong will definitely be able to guarantee the top three." Li Fanming said.

Fang Yun shook his head and said, "I have come into contact with Yan Yukong. Not only is he a strong writer, but his heart of sainthood is also extremely tenacious and pure. Otherwise, he would not be considered to be more likely to surpass Yi Zhishi and to be a semi-saint. He is also a Juren, but he was directly admitted to the higher Jinshi list after he was on the Monster Clan Hunting List, and he was ranked twelfth among Jinshi, making him the first Juren."

Qiu Chi on the side said with a smile: "Fang Zhenguo, you are really cunning. Your ranking on the Monster Clan Hunting Ranking is higher than his. Doesn't that mean you also have a chance to get first place in the Holy Ruins Road?"

Everyone laughed, knowing that Qiu Chi was praising Fang Yun in disguise.

More and more people entered the Wen Hall in front, and Fang Yun and others were at the end.

Nearing the main entrance of the Wendian Hall, Fang Yun looked inside and was surprised to find that everyone disappeared after entering the door, and the room was still empty.

Fang Yun took a step in and his eyes went dark and then bright again. In front of him was a grassland. A ten-foot-wide river lay in front of him, and there was no bridge over the river.

There is a canyon on the other side of the river. The depths of the canyon are shrouded in white fog and no one knows what is inside.

Fang Yun's eyes flashed slightly, this river seemed somewhat familiar.

Thousands of people stood by the river, looking at the slow-flowing water, hesitant.

At this time, Fang Yun heard Liu Zizhi's voice shouting: "Fang Yun, whether my Jing country can win the first place in Shengxu Road depends on you! You must use your position as a scholar to suppress the candidates from ten countries!"

Fang Yun didn't expect that Liu Zizhi was still so evil. After saying this, even if many people knew that Liu Zizhi was harming him, they would still feel uncomfortable. Literary fame is a real name, not a false name, and he should take the lead!

Fang Yun immediately looked in the direction of Liu Zizhi and said loudly, "You despicable villain Liu Zizhi, you are a state champion. Yesterday at the Kongcheng Mid-Autumn Festival, you harmed me, and today you are trying to kill me with someone else's knife. Do you think I am a scholar and I am so easily deceived by you? Liu Zizhi, if you are a scholar, after Shengxu Road, you dare to fight me in a literary duel, do you dare?"

Everyone looked at Fang Yun. Most of them were curious and favorable toward him. Only those from Qing and Wu had different expressions.

The people between Fang Yun and Liu Zizhi separated and the two looked at each other.

After being shocked by Fang Yun's three poems yesterday, Liu Zizhi realized that he could not deal with Fang Yun with the previous methods, and he had to do everything he could to take action whenever he had the chance.

Liu Zizhi laughed and said, "We are both from Jing country, how can we casually fight with each other? What's more, you are a scholar and I am a juren. If I fight with you, people will say that I am bullying the weak. Let's forget it."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came: "I am from Qing country, and I am also a Juren. I want to challenge you in a literary duel. Do you dare?"

Everyone immediately looked towards the source of the sound. Fang Yun was blocked from seeing the sound, but he heard someone whisper the man's name.

"It's the Semi-Saint disciple Yan Yukong."

Liu Zizhi's throat seemed to be stuck by something, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face. Yan Yukong was not only a semi-saint disciple, but also half of the Yan Zi family. Even if Liu Zizhi was crazy, he would not dare to offend such a big shot.

Fang Yun glanced at Liu Zizhi and said, "Brother Yan, thank you for your help, but the matter between me and the Liu family will be resolved on my own, otherwise the Liu family will definitely accuse me of colluding with outsiders to betray the Jing Kingdom."

Qiu Chi immediately whispered, "'Counter-accusation' is a good word. Left Prime Minister Liu Shan can be considered a traitor to the Kingdom of Jing."

"Okay then. Everyone, see you at the end of Shengxu Road." Then, everyone saw Yan Yukong slowly enter the river, and finally the water submerged him. He walked forward step by step under the water.

With every step he took, his body shook. Halfway through his walk, he was even pushed sideways by the water and had to steady himself before he could continue moving forward.

The strange thing was that his clothes were not wet by the water, nor was he tilted by the water, but his body was under the force. Fang Yun realized that the weak water seemed to be different from ordinary water, and even the fake dragon ball could not avoid it.

Fang Yun asked Li Fanming in a low voice: "What's going on? This is only the first test. Even Yan Yukong has such difficulty crossing the river?"

"This weak water is not impacting the body, but the Wen Palace. Think about it, is the Big Wen Palace affected more by the water, or the Small Wen Palace?"

Fang Yun was stunned, because his Wen Palace was extremely large. The limit of other people's Wen Palace was just like an imperial palace, but his Wen Palace Hall had surpassed ordinary buildings and its area was equivalent to a small town.

Li Fanming said, "It's not all good that the Wen Palace is small. If it's not strong enough, it will be washed away by the weak water. No matter how big the Wen Palace is, as long as it is strong, it will not be washed away. However, the reason why Yan Yukong did this is because he didn't use the power of Wen Dan. If his Wen Dan moved, he would have passed by long ago. Now he is saving his strength."

Fang Yun looked at the ten-zhang-wide Weak Water River with worry, and was sure that his Wen Palace was more than ten times larger than Yan Yukong's. If even Yan Yukong was like this, then he might not be able to cross the Weak Water River without using his Wen Dan. But once he used his Wen Dan and was discovered, it would surely shock the world, and its significance would be greater than that of the candidates before the Saint.

Soon, Yan Yukong walked out of the Ruoshui River, and the others jumped into the water one after another.

Li Fanming said: "There are many weak waters in the Holy Ruins. There is no bridge for you to cross. It will be even worse if it rains. Well, let's go." As he said that, he carried the fat white rabbit on his back and went into the water.

As soon as it entered the water, the big rabbit struggled slightly and showed a look of pain, but then Li Fanming used his power to protect the big rabbit, and it calmed down.

Fang Yun discovered that Li Fanming's body was much more stable than Yan Yukong's, and was not tilted by the water, but his steps were very slow, and his body shook from time to time. It was obvious that Wen Gong was not as strong as Yan Yukong, and he was in great pain when he was hit by the weak water.

Fang Yun carefully observed the people who entered the Weak Water. Most of them were not even as good as Li Fanming. Some of the candidates looked very painful even when they used their literary talents.

Soon, Fang Yun saw a scholar suddenly tremble violently all over, lose control of his body, and fall into the weak water, but an invisible force surrounded him, picked him up and put him on the shore.

Then, more and more people who were unconscious were pulled out of the water. Except for a few juren, most of them were scholars.

When Li Fanming crossed the Ruoshui River, Fang Yun had not yet gone into the river. At this moment, there were only about 40 people left, all of them scholars.

There were nearly a thousand unconscious people lying by the river, and the Ruoshui River alone eliminated nearly one-fifth of them.

Without exception, all of Li Fanming's classmates crossed the river. Being able to study at the Confucius Academy was already an outstanding achievement.

"Fang Yun, why don't you cross the river!" Li Fanming stood on the other side of the river, looking at Fang Yun in confusion.

People who had crossed the river and those who had not looked at Fang Yun together. Liu Zizhi had also crossed the river, but he did not speak this time. He stared at Fang Yun seriously.

Fang Yun nodded helplessly and slowly walked into the water.

When his legs and feet entered the water, Fang Yun felt something strange. The touch of this weak water was very different from ordinary water. It was extremely soft, like clouds and cotton wool, and you couldn't feel the temperature. It was very special.

The moment his body touched the weak water, Fang Yun felt a strange force suddenly appear outside his forehead palace, impacting his palace. This force was like a trickle at first, then a torrent of river water, then a huge wave, and finally a tsunami.

From a trickle to a tsunami, it only took the blink of an eye.

Fang Yun had an illusion that all the water in the East China Sea was impacting his Wen Palace, which was like a small boat in a storm.

This weak water is not real water, but more like an all-pervasive spiritual shock that washes over the Wen Palace from all directions.

The Wen Palace has six force-bearing surfaces, so the impact force of the weak water increases exponentially, thousands of times that of ordinary scholars!

Fang Yun only walked to the waist-deep water when he felt dizzy and his body was pushed sideways.

"this… "

Thousands of people were stunned. Even those unconscious scholars could hold on until their whole bodies were submerged in water before being washed away, but now Fang Yun was washed away and staggered. This was too bizarre. I'm afraid only a student would do this.

Liu Zizhi couldn't help laughing. He said, "So this is the best scholar in the world. Wen Gong is so weak. He is just seeking fame. He is unworthy of his reputation and is so vain!"

Li Fanming said coldly: "How do you know that his palace is too weak? I think his palace is too big and he can withstand much more impact than us!"

“No matter how big his Wen Palace is, can it be dozens or hundreds of times bigger than Yan Yukong’s? Moreover, look at his expression, he closed his eyes in pain, which is obviously because his Wen Palace is not strong enough. His Wen Palace is not strong enough, and he is probably being cut into pieces by thousands of knives, and his brain is being torn apart, which is ten times more painful than ours.”

"Bullshit! If his Wen Palace is not strong, how can he climb to the third hill of Shushan?"

"Who knows what happened in the Book Mountain? Maybe it didn't test Wen Gong's strength at all. Maybe he used some tricks, but he was exposed when he met the real Ruoshui! Fang Yun is finished! No need to watch! What a pity, I thought I would meet him in the Holy Ruins, but who would have thought that Fang Yun, a role model of literati and a poet who can protect the country, would be so incompetent! Haha! I still have to fight for the top 80 in the imperial examination. Goodbye!"

Liu Zizhi laughed loudly, as if he had avenged his blood feud. Finally, he looked at Fang Yun in the Weak Water with contempt and turned away.

"What a pity that we can't even pass the first level of the Holy Ruins Road." One person shook his head, seemingly feeling sorry, but actually gloating over other people's misfortune.

"Alas, this is the hidden danger of sudden fame. Having talent but a weak literary background is just a castle in the air. If he becomes a juren, I'm afraid he won't even be able to muster the courage to write. If he can learn from his mistakes, this may be a good thing for him, but his future will be much bleaker." One person said and left.

When the people of Jing country saw this scene, most of them showed sad expressions. They did not expect that the genius who was hailed as the only hope of Jing country, Wen Gong, was so incompetent. This meant that Fang Yun's foundation was extremely fragile. The higher the rank, the greater the danger. Wen Gong was bound to collapse in the near future.

One of them suddenly said disappointedly: "I thought he would be a strong opponent in my trip to the Holy Ruins, but unfortunately, I worried too much. I should just chase after Yan Yukong."

When Li Fanming looked over, he saw Feng Yang, who was as famous as Yan Yukong. He felt a sense of mockery, but also regret and pity.

Qiu Chi, who had been flattering Fang Yun, looked at Fang Yun silently and whispered, "Let's go. He will be fine."

"I'll wait a little longer." Li Fanming said.

"I'll wait too." Zuyuan River said.

"We are not as good as you, the semi-saint family. Our chances of making it into the top 80 of the imperial examination are very high. I'll leave first." After saying this, Qiu Chi quickened his pace and ran towards Qifeng Gorge.

Fang Yun, who was under the Weak Water, was full of doubts: "Wasn't the Weak Water impact very painful? Why am I just dizzy and shaking, and not hurt at all?"

.(To be continued..)