Night falls.
The battle outside the south of the city was silent, and the ceremony to verify the ancestor of poetry finally began in front of the holy temple of the city's academy.
The streets of the capital were deserted.
Near the holy temple, hundreds of thousands of scholars from the capital were eagerly waiting, and a little further away, more than a million people from the capital were either in the Jingguo Academy or outside the academy.
The academy inside and outside has turned into a sea of people.
Since Chen Guanhai was canonized, there has been no day in the capital that can compare to today. No matter whether it is the ascension of the monarch, the emergence of a great scholar, or the great victory in the north, no one can cause such a huge momentum.
Fang Yun’s reputation is at its peak.
Many students in Jing State looked at Fang Yun with envy. In terms of fame alone, Fang Yun had surpassed the great scholar and became the number one person under the semi-saint Chen Guanhai!
Although the Left Prime Minister had great power, he gradually lost the support of the people.
Although the Queen Mother was revered by all the people, she ultimately had no literary status.
Wen Xiang is upright and would rather break than bend.
Although Marshal Chen is unparalleled in military skills, his reputation is not well-known except among the military.
The monarch is young and not worthy of respect.
Ye Hongyu looked at the sky, then his gaze slowly swept over all the people in front of the holy temple.
There were hundreds of thousands of people present, and everyone felt that Ye Hongyu had looked into their eyes.
Ye Hongyu said slowly: "Fang Yun has a poem called "Dragon Sword", which gives him a glimpse into the secrets of heaven and summons a new tongue. He is suspected to be the ancestor of poetry. But the ancestor of poetry is a rare achievement, so it cannot be said carelessly. It needs to be verified by the Three Treasures. Please ask for the "Law Sutra" to settle the dispute, not to follow the ancients, and not to follow the present."
Ye Hongyu said this and bowed forward.
Everyone present bowed together, Yang Yuhuan bowed her head and knelt down, while Ao Huang and Nunu imitated the scholars, folded their hands, bowed their heads and bent their waists.
A ray of precious light flew out from Ye Hongyu's sleeves, carrying a long silver-white starlight that shot up into the sky, with a sound that shook thousands of miles away.
The holy treasure turned into a star and rose straight into the sky.
During the day, the stars were dim. At night, the stars rose, and the dark clouds were dispersed by the bright lights that reached the sky, and the ten countries were visible.
Countless people from all over the ten countries looked up in the direction of the capital of Jingguo, looking at the stars that were constantly flying higher into the sky.
The moment all the scholars saw the star, they naturally realized that the star was different from ordinary stars in the sky. In that star, an ancient book actually appeared, and the words "Fa Jing" were written on the cover of the ancient book.
As everyone knows, the "Law Classic" was written by the semi-saint Li Kui. It is the first complete legalist classic of the human race.
The scholars from all over the Ten Kingdoms were puzzled and didn't know what big thing had happened that caused the original version of the "Book of Law" to be moved. Could it be that a terrible injustice had occurred
When the stars in the "Book of Dharma" rose to a certain height, they emitted a faint silver starlight, covering the entire holy temple square.
It was not until this time that Fang Yun understood why Jiang Hechuan wanted to delay the ceremony until night.
Let the ten countries see it!
"Please read the Book of Songs. Feng, Ya. Song, and pure thoughts!"
Fang Yun bowed again like everyone else.
A new star is rising in the capital of Jing State. The Book of Songs is one of the Six Classics, compiled by Confucius himself. It is a sub-sage book, more dazzling and brighter than the Book of Law, and even brighter than Wenquxing in the sky.
Seeing the star of the Book of Songs rising, all scholars in the Ten Kingdoms understood that someone might become the ancestor of poetry!
The ten countries were in an uproar.
"Please use the 'Dragon Shocking Pen'. The first cry will startle the dragon. The second cry will startle the heavens!"
Everyone present held their breath and stared with wide eyes at the holy treasure belonging to the Eastern Saint King Jinglong!
The third star rises into the sky, on par with the Book of Law and lower than the Book of Songs.
Everyone saw that there was an ordinary Zhongkaihu brush in this third star, but it was full of supreme majesty.
When Fang Yun saw this pen, he immediately recalled his experience at the Kongcheng Mid-Autumn Literary Festival.
At that time, everyone was about to enter the Holy Ruins. No one knew that the Evil King's spirit was going to enter, but it could not be hidden from the Half-Saint. Suddenly, a Holy Pen was pointed at the Evil King.
However, the huge holy pen was intercepted by an equally huge jade seal.
That giant brush is exactly the same as this brush.
The starlight emitted by the "Book of Law", "Book of Poetry" and the "Jinglong Pen" overlapped in front of the holy temple, but the starlight was very faint and could only be seen by people near the academy. No one except the capital could see it clearly.
"Please ask Fang Yun to write the sword-summoning poem "Dragon Sword Poem" on the table."
"yes."
After Fang Yun agreed, he came to the desk and saw the four treasures of the study placed on it. Except for a light golden holy page which was not an ordinary item, the pens, inkstones, etc. were all ordinary items.
Fang Yun slowly wrote the "Dragon Sword Poem".
The precious sword and the twin dragons, the snowflakes shining on the lotus… Male and female will never be separated, the divine objects will meet!
After Fang Yun finished writing, the precious light of the original work, the precious light of the handed down work and the precious light of the ancestor of poetry appeared one after another.
The war poem did not burn, but remained quietly on the table like an ordinary piece of paper.
Suddenly, the star of the "Book of Law" flashed violently, and then the star of the "Book of Law" projected a thick beam of light downwards, which could be seen even from a very far distance.
This beam of light was extremely dazzling, far brighter than the previous starlight.
But in the blink of an eye, a beam of starlight fell and shone on Fang Yun.
Many people around were illuminated by the starlight beam, but instead of becoming brighter, they appeared dim. Only Fang Yun was radiant at this moment, like the brightest star in the night.
The academy was in an uproar, with everyone cheering loudly, their voices even drowning out Ye Hongyu's announcement that the "Law Book" had determined that the poem was written by Fang Yun.
Not only did people in the capital cheer loudly, but there were also cheers from all over the ten countries.
"It's actually from the direction of Jing Country, it must be Fang Yun!"
"Except Fang Yun, I don't believe anyone else in Jing country can become the ancestor of poetry!"
"Fang Yun is a great talent."
Literati from all over the Ten Kingdoms praised him, because everyone knew that even if Fang Yun had poems and lyrics handed down from generation to generation, they were all replaceable, but no one of the poets could replace him! Any poet will lead an era! Any poet is a great contributor to the human race!
Many people from the Xun family, the Zong family, the Lei family and others who had grudges against Fang Yun began to curse.
"The three treasures were examined together, but it was only confirmed by the Law Book. The Book of Songs may not confirm it. Even if the Book of Songs confirms it, the Shocking Dragon Pen may not confirm it!"
"Who knows what new kind of poetry he's writing, maybe just some kind of war poetry that won't be very useful."
“Let’s see who has the last laugh!”
After the light column of "The Book of Law" stabilized, a strange sound spread throughout the Shengyuan Continent again, and the stars of "The Book of Songs" shook slightly, emitting a light downwards that was brighter than the light column of the stars of "The Book of Law".
The second beam of starlight fell on Fang Yun. The combination of the two beams of light made Fang Yun's temperament even more extraordinary.
Then, the starlight beam from the Jinglong Pen appeared and fell on Fang Yun.
The Three Treasures were recognized and the ancestor of poetry was born.
Fang Yun stood in the area where three starlight beams overlapped, his clothes fluttering, his black hair swaying, like a saint, his eyes gazing into the void, his mind wandering in all directions.
Billions of Terrans cheered loudly.
Suddenly, a strange sound came from the holy page in front of Fang Yun, and the sound seemed to be a combination of the sound of a sword and the roar of a dragon.
But in a moment, every living creature in Shengyuan Continent, whether it was human or monster, bird or fish, tree or insect or beast, heard this strange sound in their ears.
Afterwards, every intelligent being memorized this poem.
"The ancestor of poetry teaches us!" Countless people murmured to themselves.
Scholars who have reached the rank of Jinshi or above can use this poem now. Those below the rank of Jinshi do not need to go to the temple to worship once they become Jinshi, but can use it immediately.
The possibility of people who have been taught by the ancestor of poetry to improve their poetry level by practicing this poem is more than ten times that of those who have not!
In the near future, many people will master the second or even third level of Dragon Sword Poetry.
At the same time, every educated person knew that Fang Yun was the ancestor of poetry.
"Thank you, Master Fang!"
Countless scholars turned toward Fang Yun and bowed as disciples.
"The ancestor of poetry is a teacher for half of the world." An old scholar stood in the crowd, looking at Fang Yun and muttering to himself.
Planning house.
With a snap, the pen holder of a hard-bristle Xuan brush broke into pieces.
Ji Zhibai, the champion of this year's imperial examination of Jing State, held the broken pen. He gritted his teeth and said slowly, "There are thousands of holy ways and thousands of poetic ways. I don't want to learn Fang Yun's poems! My mentor will never be Fang Yun!"
After Ji Zhibai finished speaking, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The content of "Dragon Sword Poem" was completely forgotten by him. Then, his literary courage suddenly dimmed.
Ji Zhibai once used "Praise of the Humble House" to hone his literary talents.
The Left Prime Minister’s Mansion.
Left Prime Minister Liu Shan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly.
"The autumn locusts will die soon!"
At the same time, many people gave up learning the "Dragon Sword Poem" and stopped worshipping Fang Yun, thus cutting off their own paths and forever avoiding being controlled by Fang Yun's "Heavenly Master".
The demon world, the sacred trees.
It was dead silent.
"Whoever agrees to fight Fang Yun first will be punished! Whoever requests to kill Fang Yun with the Moon Tree Divine Punishment in advance will be rewarded handsomely!"
"What should we do with the tributaries of the ancient galaxy?"
"Hmph, he can't use it until he finishes the sixteen legendary war poems. Moreover, to use the Ancient Galaxy, he must cooperate with other divine objects, and most of the other divine objects are only used by the demon saints. How can he obtain them? Even if he gets those divine objects, he is likely to get lost in the Ancient Galaxy, unless he can achieve extremely high achievements in the Spring and Autumn Annals."
"I hope the demon and barbarian tribes are safe."
Thousands of miles away from the capital, the rainbow retreated, the spring rain dissipated, and soon everything returned to its original state.
Jiang Hechuan glanced at the three huge holy treasure stars and smiled, "Everything just now was just a joke. Since you don't want to be stopped, we will accompany you as an apology."
Zong Wenxiong looked at Jiang Hechuan and said slowly: "I never thought you could do so much for Fang Yun. However, today's matter is not over, it's just the beginning! Jiang Hechuan, see you in the Holy Academy Prison!"
Jingguo Academy, in front of the Holy Temple.
Fang Yun's heart was in turmoil. Now that the ceremony of becoming the ancestor of poetry was completed, as long as his statue was sent to the Void Saint Garden, he would be the real ancestor of poetry. The problem was that the Moon Tree Divine Punishment was about to be launched.
Fang Yun shook his head slightly. The matter of Moon Tree Divine Punishment was too important to be discussed casually. He could only bear it silently alone.
The three stars landed, and finally all entered the Drinking River Shell of the great scholar Ye Hongyu. (To be continued...)