The Path of the Sage

Chapter 443: Mistake after mistake

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After Fang Yun finished speaking, his figure disappeared in the Yishan Pavilion.

Fang Yun arrived nearly half a minute later than Wei Yu, but after he killed all the monsters in the Yishan Pavilion, Wei Yu only killed half of them.

It takes a very long time to move the mountain pavilion, and those who can reach here now are all famous figures in the academy. They are very familiar with each other and chat while moving the mountain.

"What a pity." Qiao Juze said, shook his head slightly and continued to move the mountain.

"It's a pity. Fang Yun's two rivers merged into one too quickly. It will take us at least four quarters of an hour to pass through the Yishan Pavilion. By that time, except for a few people who got there early enough to see his heroic figure at the Mojian Pavilion, most people will miss it."

"Qiao Juze feels bad for Wei Yu, right? He was a talented scholar from Jing country, but because of a momentary thought, he became a lackey of the Lei family, which ruined his future."

"That's true. Since Fang Yun has passed the fifth pavilion, Yishan Pavilion, the Lei family's Denglong Stone has become Fang Yun's property."

"The Lei Family's Dragon Ascending Stone is one of the main forces that keeps the Lei Family standing. Fang Yun has torn a hole in it today. It's hard to say what will happen in the future."

"What do you think would happen if Fang Yun obtained the Denglong Stone, the treasure that the Lei family has always dreamed of?"

"What? The treasure that the Lei family has always dreamed of?"

Everyone looked curiously at Chen Feishi, a collateral disciple of the Chen Sheng family who said this.

"Feishi, what have you heard?"

Chen Feishi coughed lightly, glanced at Wei Yu, and said: "In fact, these things are not secrets in the semi-saint family. The Lei family needs a treasure in Denglongtai. We don’t know what it is or what its specific function is, but we know that the treasure is very important to the Lei family. Although the Lei family has been hiding it, some clues have been discovered by others after all."

"How long did the Lei family search for that treasure?"

"At least three hundred years. According to the deduction of the people of the Wenwang family, that treasure is enough to affect the lifeblood of the Lei family! If the Lei family finds that treasure, the Lei family's strength may not only be further improved."

“Cousin, this... is too much! The Lei family is now only one step away from becoming a semi-saint family. If we take one step further, won’t it be on par with the sub-saint families?” Qiao Juze was greatly surprised.

Without waiting for Chen Feishi to speak, Wei Yu smiled coldly and said, "He is right! It is true! You underestimate the Lei family too much! Even I, the future son-in-law of the Lei family, know only a little about the Lei family. I can only tell you that the relationship between the Lei family and the Dragon Clan is far beyond your imagination, far beyond! Therefore, as long as the Lei family is willing to protect me, even if I really committed a serious crime. At most, they will just exile me to Liangjie Mountain or other places!"

Qiao Juze said: "Wei Yu, why don't you tell me the true relationship between the Lei family and the Dragon Clan?"

“I don’t know how to put it, but I can say that even if Fang Yun recites a hundred poems of Emperor Tenglong, it will not threaten the Lei family!”

Many students looked at each other in bewilderment. Even Qiao Juze and other top scholars were shocked. They did not expect that the secret of the Lei family was so shocking.

"Wei Yu, you are not bragging, are you? The favor of one hundred Emperor Tenglong poems is enough to make the dragon clan help resist ten large-scale invasions of the demon clan!"

"Hmph, think whatever you want. I'm only saying this because I heard it from the Lei family! Don't forget, the Ink Sword test in the Sixth Pavilion is different from the previous ones! The reason why I couldn't pass the Ink Sword Pavilion is not because I'm too weak. It's because my opponent is too strong! I lost to Fang Yun before, but if I meet him in the Ink Sword Pavilion, my chances of winning are greater!"

Qiao Juze said: "That may not be the case. You and Fang Yun are at the same level of calligraphy. The outcome may be unknown."

"But, I have been practicing ink sword for seven years since I was a juren. We are both at the same level of calligraphy. How can he compare to me?"

"The cube has already taken shape, but Wei Yu, you may not be sure to win!"

"Then let him try! I may not be able to pass the sixth chamber, but I can guarantee that he can't pass it!"

"You..." Qiao Juze was speechless and suddenly started to move the mountain at full speed regardless of everything.

Wei Yu quickly understood Qiao Juze's intention and sneered, "It's too late! When Fang Yun refused to let me go, I had already decided to completely break off with him! As long as I defeat Fang Yun, I can get the protection of the Lei family. If I don't win, I may lose everything! Sixth Pavilion, I will do whatever it takes!"

Many people's faces changed slightly.

As the top student in Jingguo Academy, everyone could guess what Wei Yu was going to do.

That approach would not be very meaningful elsewhere, at most it would increase the precious light a little, but it was deadly in Mo Jian Pavilion.

Qiao Juze was completely unaware of this and continued to work hard to move the mountain, trying to enter Mo Jian Pavilion before Wei Yu.

After killing the last barbarian, Wei Yu looked at Qiao Juze.

"late!"

After Wei Yu finished speaking, he looked around with nostalgia, his eyes passing over the familiar faces.

"Since I was wrong, I can only make the same mistake over and over again. It's not that I don't want to make amends, but... Fang Yun didn't give me a chance at all! Everyone, goodbye!"

Wei Yu's figure disappeared in Yishan Pavilion.

The sixth pavilion is in the Mojian Pavilion.

Fang Yun entered smoothly. In front of him was a white world, and in front of him stood brushes of various shapes and colors. These brushes had one thing in common: they were all very large.

An ordinary brush is no more than one foot long, but the shortest brush here is three feet long.

All the brushes are ordinary brushes magnified several times.

These brushes are lined up in a row, with the tips pointing downwards and suspended in the air.

Fang Yun knew what Mo Jianting would test him on, so he was not in a hurry. Instead, he walked to the leftmost side of the row of pens, reached out and touched the first mixed-hair small calligraphy brush, then walked forward slowly, touching the handle and bristles of each pen.

Fang Yun examined each brush carefully, looking at them slowly and touching them seriously.

The pen holders of these brushes are made of bamboo, jade, stone, wood, and bone...

The brush hairs include wolf hair, rabbit hair, demon wolf hair, fetal hair, and wolf and rabbit hair…

Fang Yun seemed to have completely forgotten that this was the Mojian Pavilion of the Lingyan Pavilion. He only treated this place as a brush shop and carefully got to know each and every brush.

After a long time, Fang Yun touched the last brush and thought for a long time before starting to walk back.

Fang Yun walked very slowly at the beginning, thinking as he walked, but in the end, he walked faster and faster, and finally stopped in front of a pen.

This is one of the most common brushes. The pen holder is made of ordinary wood, and the bristles are also very ordinary wolf hair. There is nothing special about it.

Fang Yun reached out, grasped the pen, and pulled it towards himself.

Hundreds of brushes turned into dust and dissipated, leaving only the four-foot-long wolf-hair brush in Fang Yun's hand.

Fang Yun looked around. Just now this was a blank world with nothing but the brush, but now it had turned into a lecture hall of Jingguo Academy.

The lecture hall is unusually spacious.

At the front was a writing desk with many tables, writing brushes, inkstones, and papers on it. Below the writing desk was a fan-shaped area with tens of thousands of neatly placed futons. (To be continued...)