After returning to Lujia Town, everyone went to sleep, but Fang Yun did not sleep. Instead, he silently read the holy classics in the world of strange books.
Fang Yun will never relax for a moment, because the classics and thoughts of the saints are the foundation. If the foundation is not solid, the more poems he writes, the greater the hidden dangers will be.
Fang Yun studied until seven in the morning before going to bed, and at nine o'clock, he got up with everyone else.
Fang Yun entered the Wen Palace and was delighted to find that his talent had become more condensed, the vortex of literary courage accelerated again, and even the Wen Palace became more solid.
"Although I personally experienced the battle yesterday and even gained some insights, and killing the monster with my own hands can only enhance my literary courage and talent, how can the literary palace be strengthened? Could it be that the merit of the human race for Nunu's search for the monster is attributed to me, and the human race's luck is strengthening my literary palace?"
Fang Yun didn't think much about it, he just felt that he had a greater chance of becoming a scholar before the emperor.
After breakfast, everyone set out again, this time heading to the area where traces of the monster were discovered during the day.
With Nunu, it was very easy to hunt monsters during the day, but there were very few monsters during the day, and only nine were killed in the end.
The scholar class of the State Academy of Arts took Lujia Town as the center and slowly hunted monsters in the next few days. Unfortunately, the monsters became more and more every day. On the fourth night, after a busy night, they only killed a pig monster.
Because it usually takes ten days to kill a monster, everyone discussed for half an hour and finally decided to leave Lujia Town and go to the deep monsters in Zeshan. Every ten days or half a month, the monsters in Zeshan would come down the mountain and attack lone people or livestock. Now few monsters dare to attack villages and towns.
Before leaving, some people from Lujia Town saw them off. The student named An Chengcai had caught a cold and was unable to show up, so he asked the mayor to thank the students who killed the monster on his behalf.
The group hired people from Lujia Town to be drivers, rode on ox carts to the foot of Zeshan Mountain, and then each of them carried four days' worth of food and other necessities into the mountain.
For the next three days, they will eat and sleep in the mountains and return on the fourth day.
It was the first time for the scholars in Class 1 to go into the mountains to kill monsters, so they were all quite excited. After many days of training, Fang Yun gradually became more experienced.
Fang Yun was not just watching the battle all the time. From the second day, he began to seek advice from Sergeant Liang, the best archer among the archers, and started practicing archery. After only three days of practice, except for not being as good as the veterans in seizing the opportunity, he had surpassed all the archers in terms of archery strength and accuracy. Everyone thought he had a talent for archery.
However, Fang Yun himself knew that the reason why his archery was accurate was due to the vortex of Wendan, because Wendan is the purified spiritual power of a literati, and there is a big difference between a person with Wendan and one without.
Although Fang Yun only has the Wendan vortex, it is enough to allow him to have clearer goals and more accurate perception than those ordinary archers.
"Shooting" is one of the six arts of a gentleman. Shooting a pot and archery all belong to shooting. These successful candidates have studied it in the county academy or the prefectural academy. Only Fang Yun, who entered the state academy as a first-class scholar, does not know how to do it.
However, the most valuable thing that Tian Fangyun obtained these days was not the archery experience, but another benefit of discovering the world of strange books.
You can also learn from the books while walking!
Although the efficiency of reading while walking is half of usual, it is much better than not reading at all.
Fang Yun originally thought that it might take him a long time to break through to become a scholar, but these days he has been constantly studying the classics of the saints, participating in battles to kill monsters, and observing the scholars using paper tactics, which made him feel that he would most likely become a scholar before the saint in the near future.
Li Wenying has ordered all academies and private schools in Jiangzhou to begin teaching "Three Character Classic". Xuanting Bookstore has also been selling "Romance of the West Chamber" and "The Pillow Book" throughout the Ten Kingdoms. Various calligraphy and painting shops have also begun selling "Ode to the Humble House". As a result, the stars in the literary palace formed by these famous works are growing at a speed unimaginable. The starlight shines on Fang Yun's talent, making the talent of the boy, which has already reached the full ten inches, seem likely to burst at any time.
The team entered the mountain at around two o'clock in the afternoon. After walking for a quarter of an hour, they encountered a monster and began to kill it along the way. It was not until the evening that everyone stopped to count the results of the battle. They found that they had killed thirty-seven monsters in just one afternoon.
After dinner, everyone continued to kill monsters. Fang Yun almost became a monster killer, killing one monster with five arrows on average. One arrow even shot directly into the mouth of a monster soldier, nailing it to a tree.
By midnight, everyone was tired of killing and had to retreat. They found a cave that once was home to monsters and spent the night there.
Fang Yun only slept two hours a day, so he volunteered to keep watch until five in the morning, so everyone arranged for him and Sergeant Liang to keep watch.
Fang Yun and Sergeant Liang sat on the left and right of the cave entrance, looking outside quietly.
Sergeant Liang was a taciturn man. Most of the time he stared at the deep blue sky and the stars, occasionally glancing at the dark forest outside the cave.
Fang Yun used the strange world of books to read the scriptures of the saints with peace of mind. After so many days, he had bought all the collected works of the saints and all the monthly magazines of "Holy Way".
Fang Yun had quickly browsed through a book that ordinary people would have to wait until they were at least thirty years old to finish reading, and understood the thoughts of the saints. This was also an important reason why his talent grew so quickly and steadily.
At about 3:00 a.m., the eastern sky was very light. Fang Yun suddenly opened his eyes, a big smile appeared on his face, and then he took a deep breath to adjust his mood. He said to Sergeant Liang, "Brother Liang, I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. I'm going to go outside to relieve myself first."
Sergeant Liang stood up and asked, "Do you want me to keep watch for you?"
Fang Yun pointed at the sleeping Nunu and said, "It's better than anything else."
"Yeah, go ahead, I'll be careful."
Fang Yun thanked Sergeant Liang, picked up Nunu and walked away quickly, pretending that he really wanted to go to the bathroom.
After walking around several trees and away from the cave entrance, in a place where no one could see him, Fang Yun put Nunu on the ground. He leaned his back against a big tree that two people could hug together, closed his eyes, and entered the Wen Palace.
The vortex of talent and literary courage within the Palace of Literature changed greatly.
The boy's talent, as thin as a hair and ten inches tall, was constantly expanding and shrinking. Each time it expanded it could reach the thickness of a thumb, and when it shrank to the smallest it was thinner than a hair.
The Wen Dan vortex was even more amazing. In the past, Fang Yun could see that the Wen Dan vortex was composed of tiny bits of starlight, but now it was spinning too fast. In Fang Yun's eyes, it became lines, and they were getting smaller and smaller, gradually condensing towards the center.
Fang Yun did not move anything, because a breakthrough in literary rank most forbids external interference. There is no elixir that can help people break through. It can only come naturally if one's cultivation is sufficient.
Fang Yun was waiting quietly in the Wen Palace. The ten-inch boy's talent suddenly exploded, emitting an orange light that illuminated the entire Wen Palace. Fang Yun felt as if he was in a hot spring, extremely comfortable.
Fang Yun knew that what would happen next was that all the orange light would converge and condense into an inch-high scholar's talent.
However, Fang Yun waited and waited, but the orange light did not move.
"What's wrong? Can the promotion to the Saint Scholar be stuck? Is God trying to kill me?" Fang Yun had a bad feeling.
At the same time, the brightest star in the night sky, Wenquxing, suddenly became brighter, its brightness exceeding that of the full moon. Then it moved slightly, making a sound that could be heard by every life on the Shengyuan Continent.
The sound was extremely peculiar, with the heaviness of a bell, the crispness of jade, the melody of a zither and a flute, as well as a kind of supreme majesty, as if the only monarch in the world was issuing orders.
Whether it was the Ten Kingdoms, the Three Barbarians, the Four Seas, the Five Demon Mountains or the demon world connected by the Five Demon Mountains, countless people, demons and barbarians were awakened by the movement of Wenquxing.
Nunu jumped up immediately, looked around vigilantly, then looked up at the particularly bright Wenquxing with fear in his eyes. He then looked at Fang Yun beside him, opened his little mouth in surprise, and blinked continuously.
Then, a powerful force crossed the long distance and went straight to Fang Yun's head.
Fang Yun thought it was a gift from heaven, but suddenly he felt pain all over his body and felt as if his soul was torn apart. Then he found that whether it was the Wen Palace Hall, his own statue, the Wen Palace starry sky or the Wendan vortex, they all turned into the smallest particles in an instant. If they were any smaller, they would have turned into nothingness.
"Am I going to die?"
Fang Yun's eyes went dark and he lost consciousness. He didn't know how long it had been before he found himself still alive. Everything in the Wen Palace had returned to normal. The orange light still failed to condense the scholar's talent. Everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion.
Suddenly, the sound came again, louder than the first time, and Wenqu moved twice.
Fang Yun fainted in pain again.
Not long after, Fang Yun woke up again. The intense pain almost made him curse. He wanted to know what was going on, but before he could think about it, Wenqu moved for the third time.
Fang Yun fell into coma again.
Fang Yun woke up.
Wenqu moves four times.
Fang Yun fell into coma for the fourth time.
When Fang Yun woke up for the fourth time, he was already numb. He had made sufficient preparations for promotion to the rank of scholar. He read a large amount of information and asked five scholars in his class, but no one had said that one would have to endure such great pain to be promoted to the rank of scholar.
Everyone said it was comfortable.
Wenqu five movements.
Fang Yun fell into coma again.
At this moment, countless humans, monsters, and barbarians were looking at the Wenquxing star in the sky.
When the semi-saint was canonized, Wenquxing only moved three times, but this time, Wenquxing moved five times.
"Which powerful new semi-saint will be canonized?" Countless people are thinking about this question.
"Was Yi Zhishi canonized?" many people of literary status speculated.
Wu State.
Yi Zhishi sat up from his dream, rushed out suddenly, knocked a big hole in the door, rushed into the yard, and looked up at the sky.
"Who is the one who can be canonized as a saint with five movements!" Yi Zhishi was extremely shocked.
"No! Without the ringing of ten thousand bells, it's not canonization! Could it be that he became a great scholar? That's not right either. A great scholar has great talent and can be sensed by anyone above the rank of Grand Secretary! Could it be that someone has triggered the five movements of Wenqu just after becoming a Grand Secretary? It's impossible! When I became a Grand Secretary, I only triggered one movement of Wenqu!"
Yi Zhishi, a handsome man in his forties, looked a little scary, but he regained his usual calmness and composure in an instant.
"What a terrible Wenqu Wudong, it almost made me lose my literary courage. Who is it?"
The Confucius Mansion at the foot of Daofeng Mountain.
An old man in his eighties looked at Wenquxing indifferently, but deep in his eyes there was a hint of shock that could not be concealed.
Then he exhaled deeply, and the air from his nose immediately turned into light golden names, floating in the air. These were the names of all the university scholars, including Li Wenying.
Afterwards, these names fell one by one, and finally all fell to the ground and disappeared.
"No one becomes a new Grand Secretary."
The old man opened his mouth and blew air forward. This time, more names appeared in the air. These people were all Hanlin, and they fell down one after another just like before.
"No one becomes a new Hanlin."
"How strange!" The old man shook his head, his eyes filled with cold vigilance. He turned around and slowly walked back, no different from an ordinary old man.
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