The Mountain of Books was full of vitality. Fang Yun sat cross-legged in the mountain, closed his eyes, and recited many holy classics such as "The Analects of Confucius", "The Book of History", "Mencius" and "Xunzi". His voice was low, but every word was strong and powerful.
Soon, Fang Yun found that there was an unprecedented sense of vicissitudes in his voice.
Fang Yun stopped reciting. No matter how hard he tried to recall, he could not remember what happened on the Seventh Mountain. But whenever he thought of the Seventh Mountain, he always felt a sense of emptiness and regret in his heart.
Fang Yun vaguely understood that if he didn't lose something, he would never get the best, and the Seventh Mountain seemed to have made him experience loss.
Two hours later, Fang Yun felt the heaven and earth shaking. He blinked and found himself back in the holy temple.
"Hiss..."
"Well… "
More than half of the ninety-nine candidates in the Holy Temple showed expressions of pain, and some were unconscious. Only a dozen or so candidates' eyes gradually became clear from confusion.
Fang Yun quickly closed his eyes, then opened them again, pretending to be confused, with doubts in his heart.
The old man in Shushan has said that it is impossible for him to remember everything in the mountain of books, but he still remembers it clearly.
Fang Yun lowered his head and looked at his right hand, and saw a hair-thin scar running across the palm of his hand, with a faint red tint, as if there was a new palm line.
The scene of Yan Chixia’s tragic death immediately appeared in Fang Yun’s eyes. A burst of anger flashed in his eyes and then quickly dissipated. He clenched his fists tightly.
"Are you all awake?" asked a scholar.
Fang Yun slowly let go of his hand and smiled, "Awake, how many mountains have you passed?"
"Alas, I have only been to the second mountain and the third pavilion. I feel ashamed when I think about how other scholars can go to the third mountain, but I, a juren, can only go here."
"I'm OK, but I lost at the Three Mountains and Two Pavilions."
"Even if we are juren, it is very difficult to pass the three mountains and three pavilions and obtain the literary mind. However, with this experience in the mountain of books, if we pass the imperial examination and enter the sea of learning, we will have a greater chance of obtaining the literary mind."
"Lord Wenhou, which mountain have you reached?" asked a scholar, and the others looked at Fang Yun expectantly.
"The Sixth Mountain." Fang Yun was a little embarrassed at first, but after he developed the literary mind of "saying one thing and thinking another", he could tell lies fluently without any awkwardness on his face.
"As expected of Fang Zhenguo! Even Yan Yukong couldn't do it! You are the first choice!"
Everyone praised it.
While everyone was talking, Fang Yun explored Yinjiangbei.
It was discovered that Nie Xiaoqian's urn was missing, but three more things were found.
A small pile of purple dried wood is dozens of times more valuable than the dragon horn of the Jiao King.
Half a Moon Lotus, this is a divine object that even a semi-saint wants to obtain, it can extend one's life by at least thirty years.
The third item was a green leaf with pure silver veins, which was very beautiful. Fang Yun guessed that this should be the key to enter the Heavenly Tree. However, since anyone can enter as a Juren, it would be better to enter when you are close to breaking through to the Jinshi level, so put it aside for a while.
The gate of the temple slowly opened, and everyone left, talking and laughing. Outside the gate stood a large number of officials, including many famous scholars and Jinshi, but they looked at these scholars with envy, because most of the officials had never been to the mountain of books.
Fang Yun looked at the sky. It was already afternoon.
After leaving the temple, Fang Yun immediately received several letters, including one from the Minister of Literature, who said that he would be taken to the capital as soon as the book mountain was finished.
Fang Yun was about to reply, but he saw a dragon carriage flying over the horizon. Fang Yun thought that Jiang Hechuan's realm might be no less than Wen Zong. Even if he didn't know when the book mountain would end, he could sense the approximate time and return in advance.
Everyone bowed to welcome the Minister's carriage.
Minister of Literature Jiang Hechuan had silver-white hair scattered behind him, white eyebrows and beard, and a warm smile on his face. He said, "I won't say much. To prevent any trouble, I will take Fang Yun back to the capital. But I would like to ask, where did you go to the Book Mountain?"
"The Sixth Mountain." Fang Yun added in his mind, "There is also a Seventh Mountain."
"Good!" everyone praised in unison.
"Although you can only get Wenxin by passing the Sixth Mountain, it is still extraordinary. If Fang Yun becomes the head of the Ten Kingdoms, he will definitely get 'say one thing and mean another'."
Fang Yun lowered his head slightly, which seemed humble in the eyes of others, but in reality he felt helpless because he could not tell the truth.
Gezhou Mu said: "Lord Wen Xiang, Fang Yun will definitely be protected by the Holy Temple of the Imperial Academy, right?"
"Of course. Before I came, I had already agreed with the Queen Mother that Fang Yun would be treated as a crown prince in the Holy Temple. Are you officials in Jiangzhou relieved?" Minister Wen said with a smile.
Everyone was delighted. Magistrate Sun said, "Since you treat Fang Yun like a prince, then as long as we are within the capital, even the Great Demon King cannot harm Fang Yun in the slightest."
"Fang Yun, what are your preparations?" Jiang Hechuan asked.
Fang Yun said, "Excuse me, sir, can we go to Yuhai City first to pick up Sister Yuhuan and go to the capital together?"
"Then I will take you to Yuhai City on Pingbu Qingyun, and then take you and your family to the capital on Feiye Airship. You are unfamiliar with the capital, and you really need someone close to you. As for the others, the Queen Mother will help you choose them to prevent villains from sneaking in." Jiang Hechuan said.
Fang Yun thought to himself that everyone said that the Minister of Literature was open-minded, and today he saw that he was indeed worthy of the reputation. This kind of thing was obviously not suitable to be said in public, but the Minister of Literature did not care at all. Such a person would definitely go further than the Left Prime Minister in the way of sainthood, but would definitely not be as good as the Left Prime Minister in the government.
"Thank you, sir." Fang Yun said.
Jiang Hechuan nodded slightly to everyone, then took Fang Yun on a journey of rapid advancement and flew quickly towards Yuhai City.
After flying into the air, Wen Xiang put his hands behind his back and looked at the sky, and asked, "How many mountains have you passed?"
Fang Yun coughed lightly and said, "You really have a keen eye. I have already passed the seventh mountain."
"Okay!" Wen Xiang's voice suddenly increased, and he clenched his hands behind his back and then slowly loosened them.
"lucky."
"Don't say such things. When you arrive in the capital, you will live in a house within the academy. The Jingguo Academy is a city within a city, larger than some county towns, and you will be very safe in it."
"Students, take note."
"After tomorrow, you will become a senior disciple of Jingguo Academy."
Fang Yun was stunned and said, "Then below the upper house is the inner house, and below the inner house is the outer house?"
"nature."
Fang Yun remembered very clearly that during the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi created the three-dormitory system, dividing the students of the Imperial College from low to high into outer dormitory, inner dormitory and upper dormitory. He didn't expect that there was a similar classification here.
"The Jingguo Academy gathers students from the capital, other prefectures, and even foreign countries. The lowest rank is Juren, and there are even some Jinshi who strive to enter the Holy Academy. You can realize your ambitions when you get there."
“Students understand.”
Soon, the two flew over the sky above Yuhai City. Fang Yun led the way, and Jiang Hechuan controlled the white clouds to land on the Fang family's courtyard. Then they used the flying leaf skyboat to pick up Yang Yuhuan, Jiang Pozi, Fang Daniu, the little fox and the little meteor.
The flying boat sped along at lightning speed, and Fang Yun did not waste any time, constantly asking Wen Xiang for advice on the meaning of scriptures and the holy way.
When the sun was about to set, Feiye Kongzhou arrived outside the capital.
Fang Yun had seen the neatness of Yuhai City and the hugeness of Kongcheng from high above. The style of this capital city was slightly different, like a fully armed fortress.
The flying leaf boat slowly descended and landed in a courtyard of the academy.
Jiang Hechuan gave instructions for some matters and left. The female official appointed by the Queen Mother was responsible for the settlement of Fang Yun's family.
After a while, Zhao Hongzhuang sent a letter. (To be continued...)