The Analects of Confucius has more than 10,000 characters. Even if others read it word for word, it would take them an hour. However, Fang Yun was almost finished after reciting it for an hour and a half.
Everyone present stood here and listened quietly for more than an hour.
“… There is no joy, but friends from far away. There is no discussion, but learning from time to time: it is called Zi.”
Fang Yong recited the last word backwards in a slightly hoarse voice, and the whole audience fell silent.
This kind of monstrous talent is so amazing that compared with Fang Yun, the child prodigies in Jiangzhou are simply ordinary.
The Semi-Saint remained silent for a long time, and then asked after a long while: "Do you have a mentor?"
Hundreds of burning gazes fell on Fang Yun.
A person has three teachers: the mentor who teaches, the mentor who imparts knowledge, and the teacher who answers questions.
Among them, the first teacher who preaches the doctrine refers only to Confucius, the mentor who teaches the students is the teacher who formally accepts disciples. Generally, there is only one mentor who teaches the students, but there are many teachers who can answer questions. Fang Yun's private school teacher, Cai He, the magistrate of Cai County who taught him to interpret the classics, and even this unknown semi-saint can be regarded as his teachers who can answer questions.
Fang Yun was stunned. This was a good opportunity, but the problem was that he had said before that he suddenly became "talented" because he received guidance from a mysterious mentor and already had a mentor to teach him.
If I turn to worship this half-saint, not only will it become a stain on my life, but everything that happened before will be doubted. Someone will definitely investigate what happened that day. If a half-saint comes to investigate, I will most likely be regarded as the reincarnation of the demon saint or an evil demon from outer space. After all, the demon saint has split his mind and possessed a person before.
Wei Yuanjun almost fainted. This half-saint actually wanted to accept Fang Yun as his personal disciple!
Liu Zicheng wanted to slap himself in the face and even burst into tears. He used all his strength to let Wei Yuanjun force Fang Yun away, and even hoped that Fang Yun would ask the Saint to choose him. Unexpectedly, he helped Fang Yun a lot. Not only would he become famous throughout the world, but he would even be valued by a semi-saint.
Liu Zicheng's mind was in a mess. He couldn't understand why he, a descendant of a famous family and the nephew of the left prime minister, had repeatedly plotted against a boy from a poor family and ended up with this result.
Fang Yun bowed and said, "I dare not hide the truth from the saint. I already have a mentor."
Everyone sighed in unison. It was truly commendable that one could maintain such integrity in front of a semi-saint.
Gao Minghong said with envy and helplessness: "If Fang Yun was recorded in the history books, the historian would definitely record today's events like this: Yun was selected by the Holy Saint when he was a child. After the event, the Half-Sage wanted to accept him as a disciple, but he refused. The historian who wrote this sentence must have the urge to strangle Fang Yun to death."
The scholar at the side complained: "I want to strangle him to death now."
"If he refuses, then just refuse. Why is he so calm? Can't he pretend to be terrified? I, a bystander, am more excited than he is. What's this?"
The people around laughed and admired Fang Yun even more.
This made many people more convinced that Fang Yun's mysterious teacher was at least a great scholar.
The half-saint sighed and said, "What a pity. Since I have helped you once, I will help you a second time and give you an article "Li Ren"."
Fang Yun was puzzled when he heard half of it. When did he help him? Could it be related to reciting by heart or couplets? When he heard the end, his eyes lit up, and he was happier than the half-saint who wanted to take him as a disciple.
As soon as the semi-saint said this, everyone thought of a possibility, took a deep breath, widened their eyes, held their breath and waited for what would happen next.
The holy temple suddenly shot out a golden beam of light into the sky, and then a thunderous voice began to recite "The Analects of Confucius - Li Ren".
“The Master said: ‘It is good to live in a place where there is benevolence. If one does not live in a place where there is benevolence, how can one know…’”
The sound spread in all directions like thunder, eventually covering an area of a thousand miles.
Tens of millions of people looked up to the sky, and many even knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
“The saint has appeared.”
"It's the Holy Sound of Thunder!"
"I just don't know which great talent has received the Holy Sound Initiation. Congratulations!"
"Blessed is the baby that will be born today."
"The Holy Sound is born. These babies will all become students of that great talent in the future. I am so envious."
A moment later, the golden beam of light from the Fuwen Academy spewed out hundreds of golden flower buds as big as fists like a fountain. Then the flower buds bloomed and spit out golden words. These words danced in the sky and formed a line to fly towards Fang Yun.
The first golden character "Zi" sank into Fang Yuntou and disappeared, and then the following characters flew in one after another.
The moment the golden words of the holy words entered his body, Fang Yun felt his whole body become light and his eyes were surrounded by endless golden light. The golden light was extremely bright and warm, just like a dream.
Then the golden light disappeared, and Fang Yun found himself in the Wen Palace.
Fang Yun was puzzled when someone suddenly shouted, "Zi!"
Then an invisible force hit Wen Gong from outside with a loud bang. Wen Gong shook violently. Fang Yun was unsteady on his feet, feeling dizzy and having a slight burning sensation in his body.
When the sound disappeared, the Wen Palace was still vibrating. Fang Yun took a look and saw cracks everywhere in the Wen Palace. However, liquid like molten gold appeared in the cracks, and the golden liquid quickly repaired the cracks in the Wen Palace.
"say!"
There was another deafening shout, and Fang Yun felt dizzy again. Cracks appeared in Wen Palace again and were filled with golden liquid again.
Fang Yun felt that his consciousness had just been blocked by a tremendous force, and he just woke up now. This was the legendary holy sound initiation. The semi-saint used his supreme talent to condense the holy words and refine the palace of literature. The golden liquid was made up of golden characters of the holy words.
Every time the Holy Word hits the Wen Palace, cracks will appear in the Wen Palace and be repaired, the talent above Fang Yun's statue will become more condensed, the stars in the Wen Palace in the sky will become brighter, and the Wen Dan vortex will speed up a little bit.
Fang Yun calmed down, focused his mind and concentrated his energy, immersed himself in it, and experienced the initiation of the holy sound.
Fang Yun knew that this Holy Sound Initiation was created by a semi-saint after he experienced the movement of Wenqu Star. It could be said to be a miniature movement of Wenqu Star. Only the eldest son of a semi-saint family would receive the Holy Sound Initiation after the Wen Palace was formed. The chances of others getting it were extremely small.
The higher the literary rank, the greater the talent.
The thickness of the talent of the same literary position is the same, and the stronger the cultivation, the higher the talent, from one inch to ten inches. The more solid the literary palace is, the more condensed the talent is, and the more talent one can possess and mobilize under the same cultivation.
Under the influence of the holy sounds and words, Fang Yun's literary palace was constantly strengthened and his talent was constantly refined.
After finishing reading "Li Ren", Fang Yun felt as if he was floating in the air. When he opened his eyes, he found himself leaving Wen Palace and standing in the same place.
Fang Yun clearly felt that his body was full of strength. He felt more comfortable than after drinking the Dragon Palace Blood Ginseng. His whole body was warm, and the physical risks caused by years of nutritional deficiency seemed to be swept away.
"Fang Yun from Ji County has great talent and can enter the Dayuan Prefecture Academy of Literature." The voice of the semi-saint spread throughout the entire Dayuan Prefecture city.
The golden light above the holy temple also disappeared.
"Farewell to the Saint." Everyone bowed together.
Suddenly, a tremendous force descended, imprisoning the power of the Holy Temple of the Prefecture Academy of Literature, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify. Then a white cloud carrying a thin middle-aged man in a green robe descended from the sky.
"Greetings, Lord Li!"
Everyone has met Li Wenying.
When the semi-saint came, Wei Yuanjun and Liu Zicheng were just afraid, but as soon as Li Wenying appeared, their backs were immediately wet with sweat and their legs trembled.
Li Wenying looked at everyone with a dark face, and finally looked at Fang Yun, saying: "I already know what happened today. How do you think we should deal with Wei Yuanjun?"
Wei Yuanjun was frightened and looked up at Fang Yun in a hurry, with a pleading look in his eyes.
After Fang Yun survived the crisis and Wen Gong was tempered by the holy words, his thinking became more agile and he had a more thorough understanding of the ins and outs of the whole matter.
Fang Yun said: "Mr. Wei, as long as you tell me everything about your accomplices and make the right choice, I can plead for you."
Liu Zicheng lowered his head, clenched his teeth, and waited for the result anxiously.
Wei Yuanjun's eyes darkened. He knew that if he betrayed Liu Zicheng, his entire Wei family would suffer crazy revenge from the Liu family and Zuo Xiang. But if he did not admit it, at most he would die. Even if Fang Yun and Li Wenying hated him, they would not harm his family.
"I did everything by myself. I wanted to hurt you. It has nothing to do with others."
Fang Yun said loudly without hesitation: "This person is in charge of the Academy of Literature, but he does not know how to select talented people. This is dereliction of duty; he slanders students as a teacher, which is immoral; he forms a clique for personal gain as a minister, which is disloyalty; he is a Jinshi for the human race, but he does evil and barbaric things, and harms the students before the Holy Emperor, which is high treason; if it were only this, I could still spare his life, but he harmed me again during the Holy Emperor's selection. If this person is not killed, where is the law of my Jing country! Where is the justice of my human race!"
Fang Yun looked at Wei Yuanjun coldly.
"In addition, I, Li Wenying, am in Jiangzhou." After Li Wenying finished speaking, a three-foot-long sword of white light wrapped in extremely fine blood threads came out of his mouth.
Wei Yuanjun was horrified and instinctively mobilized the official seal, but Sheng Miao's talent and official seal were suppressed by Li Wenying's official seal, and he had no control at all.
"Lord Li, please show mercy!" Wei Yuanjun said as he shot out a ray of white light from the ancient sword to block the attack. Then he activated a private seal he carried with him, which was the Mountain Seal of Wenbao, a Juren scholar. He activated the power of the "Mountain Ode" contained in it, and a three-meter-high transparent mountain shadow enveloped him.
This "Ode to Mountains" is a semi-famous piece of writing and an extremely common and effective defensive war poem.
Just as Wei Yuanjun was about to recite a war poem, Li Wenying's blood-stained ancient sword silently cut through Wei Yuanjun's verbal snipers and the phantom of the mountain like a sharp blade cutting through tofu.
Wei Yuanjun looked at the Lixue Ancient Sword coming towards him in despair.
Everyone present saw it clearly. The blood-stained ancient sword swept across Wei Yuanjun's neck, his head flew up, blood splattered three feet, and the headless corpse slowly fell down.
Wei Yuanjun's head rolled on the ground, his eyes looked up at the sky. Until his death, he would not believe that he would be beheaded in the Fuwen Academy for driving away a student.
Liu Zicheng immediately knelt down, crying with deep regret: "Fang Yun, I was wrong! I wanted to harm your reputation, but I didn't expect that Wei Yuanjun would have murderous intentions towards you after being reprimanded by Jianmei Gong that day. I will now resign from the position of a student in the prefectural academy, and will not participate in the state examination for three years. I will turn over a new leaf and make a new life. You are so talented, and you are the hope of our human race. If I dare to harm you again, I will be worse than pigs and dogs like Wei Yuanjun."