After Fang Yun finished speaking, he started writing slowly with heavy ink.
Saint of Shu.
In my early years, I didn’t know how difficult the world would be. Looking north from the Central Plains, the atmosphere is as majestic as a mountain.
The ship is crossing the pass in the night snow at Ning'an, and the iron horses are riding at Dasan Pass in the autumn wind.
The Great Wall on the frontier is just a boast, the gray hair in the mirror has already turned white.
The first demonstration of his military prowess made him famous throughout the world, and who can be compared to him in a thousand years
When the poem was finished, his talent soared and he instantly broke through the realm, but in the end he was only three inches away from being known throughout the world.
Miraculous phenomena that could protect the country were forming one after another.
The fragrance of books fills the air, the sound of books spreads thousands of miles, all living beings worship them, and the divine light shines brightly.
Although scholars in the working world do not write poetry, they also study the "Book of Songs" and understand the true meaning of poetry. However, they do not understand the power of poetry. When they see that a poem can actually form a vision, and that it is praising the sage Zhuge Liang, they are all happy.
Only a few people are appreciating this poem.
This poem describes that when the poet was young, he did not know the difficulties of the world and thought that he could easily deal with the monsters in the north. But now, looking at the north, he realized that there was a lot of resentment there and it would take time to conquer the monsters.
Now I think back to the scene of fighting against the monsters at Ning'an Ferry, and I also remember commanding the army to the north to recover lost territories, even including Dasan Pass which had been occupied by monsters for a long time.
He originally compared himself to the Great Wall of the North, protecting the human race. However, due to the Battle of Ning'an, he consumed too much energy, resulting in gray hair on his temples, and ultimately failed to completely eliminate the barbarians.
This makes people involuntarily remember Zhuge Liang, whose achievements were brilliant and whose articles were amazing. He almost protected the Kingdom of Shu by himself. No one can achieve such outstanding credit as the sage Zhuge.
People didn't know about Fang Yun's deeds in Shengyuan Continent, but they felt that Fang Yun was being modest, mainly to highlight the sage Zhuge.
As the visions appeared, the text on the holy page became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a sticky white light, and the words on it could no longer be seen.
Then, the broken brush in Fang Yun's hand made a joyful sound, like a drop of sweet dew after a long drought.
The tip of the brush vibrated slightly, creating suction, and the white light of the poem slowly dissipated into white light threads.
The white light thread swayed slowly and rose up, and was sucked into the brush.
Mo Nu stood on Fang Yun's wrist, clapping her hands happily with a smile on her face.
The Yan turtle was extremely frantic. It kicked its four legs even harder and opened its mouth as hard as it could, trying to absorb the white light. Unfortunately, the distance was too far and it couldn't even touch it.
Everyone watched curiously as the white light slowly entered the brush, and the broken brush was actually slowly being repaired by the white light.
The ink girl suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a ball of ink, which landed on the top of the pen and slowly merged into the pen.
When the Inkstone Turtle saw this scene, he was furious. The ink spit out by the Ink Girl not only had the power of the Ink Girl, but also the power of the Inkstone Turtle.
Under the power of the holy page poetry and the inkstone turtle, the brush recovered quickly.
After the brush completely absorbed the white light, it looked as good as new. The whole brush exuded a soft light, making people feel close to it.
Mo Nu became even more excited and kept clapping her hands.
The ink turtle looked like a hanged ghost, with its four legs sticking out like mud and its neck stretched out, looking like it had no desire to live.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the holy temple.
Everyone instinctively stretched out their arms and covered their faces with their sleeves, but Fang Yun did not move. He saw a ray of holy light flying out of the holy temple and landing on the brush.
Then, the light on the surface of the brush converged, and finally the entire brush became blurred and turned into a translucent light.
Slowly, light seemed to gush out from the tip of the brush, forming a tiny fountain of light, no more than three inches high.
The fountain of light erupted for more than ten breaths, and finally condensed into a translucent three-inch old man.
Fang Yun looked at the little old man and smiled. This old man was exactly the same as the old man he saw in Shengxu.
However, the old man's expression was different from that year. After seeing Fang Yun, he bowed respectfully.
"I have met the owner of the book."
Fang Yun was stunned and sighed softly.
That old Pen Master has passed away. This is the new old Pen Master, and he is also his own old Pen Master.
Fang Yun suddenly realized that perhaps, the old man could have continued to live, but that would mean that he would not choose any master and would eventually completely dissipate. However, the old man gave up his last struggle and peacefully chose a new life.
"You will follow me and write about the world."
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he put away the pen, inkstone and ink girl.
The craftsman's workshop in Shu City.
Ever since Jing Lan amazed everyone with his skills at the Divine Craftsmen's Association, the Craftsman's Workshop became the most famous workshop in the vicinity, and even during wartime, it attracted a constant stream of visitors.
But today, the door of the craftsman's workshop is closed.
In the craftsman's workshop, all the living Haiya scholars and Lei Tingyu were sitting in the yard.
"The reputation of that poem spread thousands of miles away. If nothing unexpected happens, it must have been written by Fang Yun."
"That may not be the case. Perhaps there is a genius poet in the industry." Jing Xiao, who was almost beaten to death before, was wrapped in bandages all over his body. He was unable to recover the strength of a great scholar, and his self-healing ability also became very low.
Lei Tingyu rolled his eyes at Jing Xiao and said, "Who in the industry would write 'Ning'an Ferry'? Moreover, the content of the poem is consistent with what Fang Yun told us about his experience in Ning'an later."
"This poem is nothing special." Jing Xiao said in a low voice.
Jing Bu Shou, the head of the Jing family, sighed and said, "If it was just a poem, it wouldn't be a big deal. But Fang Yun pacified the demons and barbarians, and even killed the Wolf God Emperor, and started the great ceremony of offering sacrifices to the saints, that's different."
"Why?"
Jing Bushou said: "I suspect that every time a scholar from the outside world enters, an emperor will appear in the demon world to attack the city. Killing that emperor should be one of the tests of the ancient sage Zhuge."
"Impossible. Didn't Sage Zhuge test the skills of the craftsmen?" Jing Lan said in surprise.
Jing Bushou shook his head and said, "Although the ancient sage Zhuge studied engineering as a minor, and his engineering talent was extremely high, not inferior to any semi-sage, he was ultimately a Confucianist. The test of engineering skills is only one of the challenges, and pacifying the monsters is the second. As for the third, it should be related to writing. After all, the ancient sage Zhuge's articles and poems are also extraordinary."
Lei Tingyu said: "These three tests can probably correspond to the three immortalities of meritorious service, words and virtue. Killing the demons and barbarians is meritorious service, writing poems to protect the country is words, and spreading the craftsman's technology is meritorious service, but in the craftsman world, it can be considered as virtue. Although it is far from the three immortalities of Confucius, it can be considered the small three immortalities, which is more than enough to complete the test of the semi-saint's former residence."
"Ah? Doesn't that mean Fang Yun has passed the test and mastered the Half-Saint's Residence?"
Lei Tingyu smiled and said, "You have lived in the ancient land of Haiya for a long time and don't know the inside story. Once someone passes the test of the Half-Saint's Former Residence, the rest will be sent out. Therefore, as long as we are in the industrial world, Fang Yun will not be able to master the Half-Saint's Former Residence. We still have hope!"
Jing Bushou said, "Yes, Mr. Tingyu is right. Although Fang Yun defeated the demon barbarian, he used the Starfire Heavenly Mirror. As the saying goes, he won unfairly. Perhaps the will of the industry will think that he cheated and will continue to test him. Brother Lan, you are the most skilled among us. Our hope lies in you!"
Jing Lan said firmly: "Don't worry, Patriarch, don't worry, everyone. In a month at most, I will be able to be promoted to Wen Zong. It won't be long before I have the confidence to become the first great scholar in the industry and finally seize control of the Semi-Saint's former residence!"
"Come, let's have a drink for Brother Jing Lan!"
Everyone raised their glasses.