Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw the crowns of two huge apricot trees connected, like two giant umbrellas above, forming a dome of flowers and leaves.
"Xiao Xingtan?"
Fang Yun glanced at the people in front of him.
Everyone left their chairs and sat on the floor.
The buttocks and back feet, hands on knees, and upper body straight, this is sitting upright or kneeling, not kneeling.
As time goes by, people in Shengyuan Continent rarely sit upright except at special occasions, but there are exceptions, such as worshiping Confucius, listening to lectures by semi-saints, or paying homage to teachers and listening to their teachings.
Fang Yun nodded slightly and understood instantly. He had talked about too many concepts that were beyond the times before. Although they had not formed the holy way, they had already resonated with the holy way. Combined with his previous accumulation, he could be promoted to a great scholar at any time and at the same time form the legendary Xiao Xingtan.
Fang Yun was delighted. The significance of Xiao Xingtan was extraordinary. Many semi-saints had never formed a Xiao Xingtan in their entire lives, and some semi-saints even felt resentful about it.
If a small Xingtan can be established, it will be of great help to the holy way.
Many great scholars have analyzed this and believed that Xingtan is essentially the overflow of the power of the Holy Way, which is absorbed by the power of the apricot tree. If Xingtan exists for a long time, it will be equivalent to constantly strengthening the Holy Way of the scholars.
Fang Yun glanced at those pairs of sparkling eyes. At this moment, the heart of each of them was extremely pure, as if he had returned to his childhood, met his favorite teacher, and stimulated the most powerful ability of the human race, to seek knowledge, learn, change, and progress.
Fang Yun smiled slightly and said, "I will no longer serve as the governor of Xiangzhou, and may move to another place soon, but if Xiaoxingtan can be left behind, it will not be in vain. Let me remember that the land of Baling City once carried my sweat."
Dong Wencong lowered his head and said, "Master, I have discussed with others that Baling is also called Yueyang, and the Yueyang Tower Record has been published, so Baling can be renamed Yueyang."
"I am no longer in charge of state affairs. You should decide this matter among yourselves." Fang Yun did not agree or object.
“Students know.”
Fang Yun nodded, and suddenly felt someone looking at him. He turned his head to look at one side of the Wenyuan Square. As his eyes swept across, he saw only an empty piece of land and an ordinary apricot tree, with no one in sight.
Fang Yun smiled slightly, as if he understood, and said: "Although I have resigned as the governor, I still hold the title and am still an official of Jing State. If you have any important matters, you can naturally send a letter to discuss. As for this small Xingtan, I will use my power to move it to the Jianwei Forest on the side of the square."
Unexpectedly, Dong Wencong said, "Master, this square is huge. The two apricot trees and the surrounding area only occupy two or three tenths of it. I think it would be better to let the apricot trees surround the apricot altar to isolate the inside and the outside. This small apricot altar is in the center, which shows its majesty. It would be biased to put it to one side. In the future, when the Academy of Literature holds examinations, students will enter from the main gate, bypass the small apricot altar from both sides, and then gather in front of the holy temple without any obstacles."
Fang Shouye said: "In the students' opinion, Xingtan and Xinglin are in the middle, like an elephant standing in an ant colony, which can motivate students better. Wenyuan and Shengmiao are the pride of the human race, and this small Xingtan is the pride of our Jingguo and Xiangzhou! After all, this is the first holy place in Xiangzhou."
Many scholars nodded their heads. This was indeed the first holy place in Xiangzhou, and it was also a holy place for education. From now on, Xiangzhou's status in the human race would continue to improve.
"Whatever."
As Fang Yun spoke, he held the seal of King Ji in his hand and exercised the privileges of the virtual saint. He then saw the holy temple move slightly and a clear light sprinkled across the sky.
All the lush apricot trees within a hundred miles of Baling City slowly rose up, and the nearby soil slowly separated, revealing the roots and root hairs. Every tiny hair was perfect, and not a single root was left in the soil.
A large number of apricot trees flew over the Wenyuan Square and slowly fell down.
The stone slabs on the ground naturally separated, the soil sank, the roots of the apricot trees fell into the soil, and the soil slowly closed up.
Apricot trees fell one after another, and a large number of apricot trees formed a wall of trees, isolating the inside and the outside.
Soon, a square apricot grove appeared on the Wenyuan Square, which just surrounded the two sacred apricot trees, forming an enclosed space and a small apricot altar.
Afterwards, a large amount of mist emerged from the ordinary apricot trees, rising slowly, and finally, like a huge lid, covering the entire small apricot altar.
Looking from the outside, there is a new apricot forest shrouded in mist in the Wenyuan Square.
Within the apricot forest and the mist, there is still the small apricot altar. The sky and the treetops are visible, and it is bright.
Fang Yun put down the Ji Wang Seal and took a deep breath slowly.
A light breeze suddenly blew in the Xingtan, and a large number of holy apricot flowers swayed gently. Endless glimmering pollen danced in the air and flew towards Fang Yun.
The pollen did not enter Fang Yun's nose, but entered his eyebrows.
Every grain of pollen turns into an apricot blossom in the Wen Palace.
The palace is full of apricot blossoms.
A large number of apricot blossoms fell everywhere and then slowly melted.
The flames of all the literary lamps became bigger and brighter, the cloud of talent became more solid, the walls of the literary palace became more solid, the literary stage was full of spirituality, and the biggest change was in the literary courage.
I saw apricot blossoms all over the surface of the plant, and at first glance it looked like the plant was blooming.
Fang Yun's pendant looks as translucent as crystal, but like everyone else's pendant, it is extremely smooth on the surface. But if it is magnified tens of thousands times, clear scratches and even cracks can be seen on it.
Those scratches may gradually fade away or become heavier. After they fade away, new scratches will appear, and after they become heavier, they will form cracks.
Wendan is the most powerful but also the most fragile thing in Wengong. Every time Fang Yun forms an idea, it is like an object touching Wendan.
If your thoughts are pure and spotless, then you will hone your literary courage.
If one's thoughts are disorderly, they will leave very shallow marks on the literary talent, which will disappear soon.
If the thoughts are mixed with negativity, such as pain, hesitation, evil, doubt, etc., they will leave clear traces. If similar negative thoughts continue to form, they will eventually tear a tiny crack in the literary talent.
These tiny marks and cracks will not quickly cause the writing to crack or even break, but as long as these marks and cracks are there, once a similar and very sudden thought occurs, it may cause the writing to crack.
Every trace and every crack hides a fatal danger.
What's more, literary courage is closely related to verbal sparring. These tiny marks and cracks will affect the power of verbal sparring.
Now, those apricot blossoms fell on it and kept melting.
After each holy apricot flower melts, the external force will repair some minor marks and cracks.
Fang Yun closed his eyes tightly, and the others looked at him enviously. This was the difference between the Master of the Xingtan and outsiders. Everyone present could only absorb a very small amount of the power of the Holy Apricot Flower. Even if they sucked harder, the rest of the Holy Apricot Flower powder would not fly into their Wen Palace.
Everyone present knew that the holy apricot pollen they absorbed was equivalent to leftovers compared to Fang Yun's. However, no one complained, because just sitting here was a great opportunity for everyone, and even great scholars would cherish it very much.
When Fang Yun absorbed enough holy apricot pollen, Dong Wencong said, "Master, envoys from various countries and families have gathered outside the Academy of Literature. They are here to congratulate you, but in fact they are competing for the right to use this small apricot altar."
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