"How damned! A great poet is about to pass away, but we are powerless to do anything. How deplorable! How hateful! How sad!" The president of the academy, Grand Secretary Guo Zitong, sighed repeatedly.
"Alas... Although Fang Yun has just written this essay, the talent in it is like the Yangtze River flowing thousands of miles, endless, and has the style of a long river of history! If nothing unexpected happens, he will become a half-saint, and may even be named a sub-saint! But... Alas..."
"Huh? The growth of talent has slowed down. Is it affected by divine punishment? Damn demon!"
Jiang Hechuan looked at the Demon Moon Spear that was about to fall over the capital, then looked in the direction of Fang Yun and said, "No, Fang Yun is a second-level literary talent. Even if the Demon Moon Spear has some effect on him at this moment, it will not be so serious. If I am not mistaken, this policy paper involves the Holy Way, and Fang Yun's literary rank is not enough to complete it. It is consuming his talent, and now his talent is probably close to exhaustion."
"The essays for Jinshi candidates involve the holy way, and only the people of Jingguo believe in Fang Yun so much." said an examiner from the temple.
The great scholar Tang Shoude glanced at the examiner and said, "I have read Fang Yun's essay "Unrighteous Etiquette". The essay already involves the Holy Way, but Fang Yun cleverly avoided it. As for his policy essay in the Juren exam, it was taken away by Hongguang, so I am not qualified to read it. I think that policy essay is also related to the Holy Way. If this policy essay is as Brother Hechuan said, it is not surprising. After all, his name is Fang Yun. Besides, I am not from Jingguo."
The Hanlin examiner blushed immediately, lowered his head, and dared not refute.
In the examination room, beads of sweat appeared on Fang Yun's forehead. He had eaten many dragon balls before, but at this moment they had no effect.
The talent in the body is becoming increasingly scarce. Even with the help of various forces such as the miniature Wenquxing, Wengong stars and Wenxin lamps to help restore the talent, it is still not enough to make ends meet.
Due to his lack of talent, Fang Yun felt that the brush in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds and might fall at any time.
Fang Yun's writing speed was getting slower and slower. He was writing "Still holding firewood to put out a fire, the fire will not go out unless the firewood is exhausted." He had already written the second word "fire", but it was so slow that it would take at least a quarter of an hour to finish.
After a quarter of an hour, the divine punishment will surely end.
"well… "
Fang Yun sighed and finally stopped writing, but he heard someone talking in his ear.
"Friend Fang, this article has not changed a single word, and it is so magnificent. Why did you stop writing?"
Fang Yun was puzzled. This was an examination room, and even the examiner could only stand outside the door. Who dared to enter the examination room? So he turned his head and looked to the right.
It didn't matter that he saw it, Fang Yun almost threw the pen in his hand away, and even instinctively opened his mouth to spit out sharp words to protect himself.
He saw a transparent figure standing in front of him. This person was wearing a high hat and Confucian clothing, with an ancient Han style. He was not wearing official clothing, so it was impossible to tell who he was. Fang Yun instinctively thought he was a ghost!
If it weren't for the literary courage, Fang Yun would have been so scared that he would have a heart attack.
If it weren't for the fact that scholars are not comfortable using bad words, Fang Yun would have cursed out loud.
Even if this old man has a kind face, can he be so scary
The True Dragon Ancient Sword was about to fly out, but a majestic force descended, and Fang Yun felt that the force enveloped his body, penetrating into every part of his body, not only stopping the verbal battle, but even allowing his talent to recover at an incredible speed, overflowing in the blink of an eye.
"Keep writing." The old man smiled.
"Oh." The old man had a strange power, gentle yet majestic. Fang Yun's original fear was swept away like a spring breeze, leaving no trace.
Fang Yun wrote silently, and his talent was consumed very quickly. But as long as the column of talent was consumed by half, the power would surely descend again and restore his talent.
From the third paragraph onwards, the consumption of talent was terrifying, almost consuming a six-inch high column of talent smoke for each word! In other words, a top scholar couldn't even finish writing two words.
While Fang Yun was writing, he was recalling the old man's face. It was a little blurry at first, but after a moment, a light bulb suddenly lit up in his mind and he remembered who this person was!
This person's statue is enshrined in the holy temple of Jingguo Academy!
Fang Yun's heartbeat suddenly quickened.
"That person... isn't he Jia Yi, Jia Changsha? Isn't he the semi-saint who wrote "On the Qin Dynasty"? Isn't he Jia Sheng, one of the four great fu masters of the Han Dynasty? Isn't he a saint who has passed away? Has the holy spirit of Jia Yi descended?"
A series of question marks appeared in Fang Yun’s mind.
Fortunately, the second level's literary courage was extremely strong. Even if Fang Yun's mind was shaken, the power of the literary courage allowed Fang Yun to continue writing instinctively, and he made a soft sound to remind him not to be distracted.
Fang Yun took a deep breath, calmed himself, and began to write seriously.
Starting from the fourth paragraph, although Fang Yun was full of talent, his speed was obviously slower.
On the Daofeng Mountain, in the Holy Court, in the Hall of Saints, the statues of the saints emitted a very faint light, so faint that the three semi-saint examiners in front of the statues did not notice it.
The three semi-saint examiners were originally watching the examination hall for Jinshi candidates from ten countries, but at this moment, all they saw was the scene of the Spear of Demonic Moon falling from the sky.
"It is puzzling why the Ancestral God Tiger Roar took action."
Mi Fengdian, a half-saint of Shu, said slowly: "The ancestor god of the demon world killed him with his clone, and the ancestor dragon protected him with his true spirit. Fang Yun valued himself more than Mount Tai! The ancients once said that an oracle of the ancestor god is worth half of the human race! If Fang Yun dies, it is equivalent to the destruction of half of the human race."
"Brother Fengdian, you are too serious. Fang Yun has the potential to become a sub-saint, but if our human race uses the power of the Saint Academy to protect him, the demon saints will have to rest for a year and then come out in full force to launch the second battle of the Two Realms Mountain. Even if the dragons come to rescue again, the end result will be that our human race will lose many semi-saints. By then, as long as two more great saints return from the demon world, the Two Realms Mountain will definitely fall!"
"Fang Yun may be worth half a human race, but he is not worth a whole human race!"
"Forget it. After the examination is over tomorrow, I will go to the Fang family to pay my respects."
"Huh!"
The three semi-saints suddenly all made sounds of surprise and looked towards Fang Yun's examination room under the Spear of Demon Moon.
In the left prime minister’s residence.
Liu Shan and Ji Zhibai looked up at the sky.
The left prime minister originally had a sinister look on his face, but now his expression softened, with even a barely perceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.
Ji Zhibai heaved a long sigh of relief and said, "It's over. The power of the Doomsday Emperor has arrived. Not to mention the Dragon Clan, even the Saints have no intention of resisting. It's a pity that Fang Yun worked hard for more than ten years, but in the end, he turned to dust."
Liu Shan said: "Fang Yun is still Fang Yun of our race. Tomorrow you and I will go to his funeral hall and each give him a hundred taels of silver to thank him for his contribution to the race."
"Fang Yun intended to kill you, but you didn't blame him at all. You are really broad-minded and a role model for us." Ji Zhibai flattered him.
Liu Shan snorted coldly, as if he was dissatisfied with the student's flattery, and said: "Fang Yun is dead, you have to act well, only you can serve as a role model for the youth of Jingguo."
"The students know!" Ji Zhibai felt his whole body burning.
"When the patriarch's achievement is complete, I... eh?"
Liu Shan suddenly turned his head and looked towards the examination room, and Ji Zhibai also looked surprised.
Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.
"Grandpa Dragon Saint, can't you save Fang Yun?" The voice of Dragon Princess Ao Yuwei echoed in the Dragon Palace.
"I can't save him. If I save him, I'll have to sacrifice my life."
"Is it possible that the power left by the Ancestral Dragon is also useless?"
"Ridiculous! How can the teachings of the First Dragon be changed? Yuwei, it's not me... eh?"
In the Four Seas Dragon Palace, many dragons looked towards the examination room of the Jingguo Academy. (To be continued...)