The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1180 Broken

"Hahaha..." Lian Pingchao laughed heartily, "Are you testing my vision? Then I'll keep this piece of jade, and the Phoenix Fire Wutong Wood is yours! If I can't even recognize the Phoenix Fire Wutong Wood, then I've eaten the Dragon Pattern Rice for so many years in vain. I don't blame anyone but my poor eyesight!"

The other five university scholars looked at the wood in Fang Yun's hand curiously, puzzled.

The whole piece of wood was brown, and there were traces of being burned by fire, but it was not carbonized. It looked a bit like jade, with a shiny, round and smooth surface.

The name of the Phoenix Fire Wutong Wood contains "Phoenix", but it has nothing to do with the phoenix. Some phoenix trees accidentally absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth, and were burned by fire at special times. Not only were they not ignited, but they absorbed the power of the flames and grew stronger, and they would form Phoenix Fire Wutong Wood.

It is only because of the legend that the phoenix lives in the phoenix that this kind of phoenix wood is forcibly linked to the phoenix.

Phoenix Fire Wutong Wood cannot be manufactured artificially. After being processed by Mohist craftsmen, the mechanism can spray fire for a long time. Even if the flame is exhausted, it can absorb the vitality of heaven and earth to replenish it.

Moreover, the flame formed by the Phoenix Fire Wutong Wood mechanism is not ordinary fire. It can easily burn monster soldiers to death. The most powerful one can even burn monster commanders to death. It can only hurt monster marquises but not kill them. It has little effect on monster kings.

The Phoenix Fire Wutong Wood mechanism is mainly used to guard Liangjie Mountain. It is a nemesis for monsters below the monster marquises and has great effect.

Such a four-foot-long and three-inch-diameter Phoenix Fire Wutong wood can be used to make seven flame-spraying mechanisms to guard the hundreds of feet long city wall.

Liu Shan'a asked curiously: "My nephew Yun Fang, does this piece of wood have a background?"

Fang Yun smiled and said: "It's hard to say whether it has a background or not. If you have the opportunity to enter it, you will know. Even if it is useless in the Dragon Clan Hall, you should be able to get something good if you sell it to Mohist craftsmen."

"Mysterious." Lian Pingchao ignored Fang Yun and carefully observed the newly acquired jade.

Yun Zhaochen secretly transmitted a message and asked, "I won't ask about the Wutong wood. After all, the jade has the aura of a semi-saint. How could you easily exchange it?"

"The seal of an ancient demon official who often verifies the imperial orders of the holy dragon clan will naturally be stained with the aura of a semi-saint. If he continues to play with it, it will break in less than half an hour." Fang Yun replied in a voice transmission.

Yun Zhaochen immediately realized that this thing had no value at all. The reason why it could be preserved for so long was because of the aura of the saint, so he looked at Lian Pingchao pitifully, and Lian Pingchao couldn't let go of the jade.

Yun Zhaochen coughed lightly and said, "Yun Fang, help me pick one."

Fang Yun casually said, "The wine pot is not very useful. The wine inside is just old and will not have too high value. The broken knife seems to have the rare "Mang copper" in it, which can be sold for a high price."

"Mang copper? Not bad!" Yun Zhaochen nodded and put away the broken blade.

Ye Fangge said, "Please help me pick one too."

Fang Yun looked at the golden ring with a semi-saint aura in his hand and said, "This golden ring is a good thing. It's best to wear it all the time. Mr. Fangge is very lucky."

"What exactly is this?" Ye Fangge asked.

Fang Yun shook his head slightly and said, "I can't judge it completely. I can only infer from the contents of some miscellaneous books that this golden ring is part of the key."

The golden ring was very large. Ye Fangge followed Fang Yun's instructions and slung it over his shoulder. Although it was a bit weird, it was important to save his life. A great scholar would never give up his life for the so-called appearance.

Lian Pingchao's face changed slightly and asked, "Have you studied the ancient learning?"

"I have studied it for a few years, but it can't be considered as a thorough study." Fang Yun said modestly.

"No wonder Zhaochen is willing to bring you here. However, I happen to have some knowledge of the ancient learning!" Lian Pingchao showed a proud look.

"If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely ask for advice." Fang Yun smiled and seemed to be unconcerned.

Tan Hemu asked, "My stone carving with the aura of the Holy Position should be fine, right?"

Tan Hemu held the five-foot-high and two-foot-wide stone slab with both hands. The edge of the stone slab was broken and not complete, but the lines on it were flying and dancing, exuding a heavy and ancient aura. This stone slab seemed to be born in the wilderness and had gone through thousands of years.

Fang Yun nodded gently and said, "If I am not mistaken, your stone carving is the most valuable of all the objects."

Tan Hemu was overjoyed.

"Why can't I see it? Tell me?" Lian Pingchao asked back.

Fang Yun said, "Because the lines on this stone slab depict an ancient holy monster, which seems to be a giant bird, and the carver is a dragon saint."

"Dragon Saint? What evidence do you have?" Lian Pingchao was still not giving up.

"The tip of the dragon saint's claws has a strange spiral pattern, which others cannot see. If the university scholar concentrates his talent in his eyes, he should be able to see it." Fang Yun said.

Tan Hemu looked down and said in surprise: "It really has strange lines. Thank you, nephew Yunfang."

"Mr. Hemu is too polite." Fang Yun said.

"Yunfang, help me pick one too."

"Help me pick one too."

Qiu Meng and Liu Shan'a had not obtained anything with the aura of the Holy Position, so they were not sure what to pick.

Fang Yun nodded and walked in front of the two people. He did not even look at the good things they had chosen, but picked and chose from the two large piles of items in front of them. Finally, he picked one thing for each of them and explained the value, which made the two people very happy. They were both better than the things they had chosen.

Lian Pingchao's face became uglier and uglier. Even he had not thought of the value of those two things.

Yun Zhaochen smiled and said: "I think it would be better to have this way. Yun Fang picks out valuable but not big things and puts them together, and then I, a person who doesn't know how to search for ancient things, randomly pick one and send it to the other one in turn. ,how?"

"That's right. I can trust Yun Fang's vision." Ye Fangge.

"Then let's do it, Pingchao, you won't object, right?" Liu Shan'a asked with a smile.

Lian Pingchao was silent for a moment and said: "Since everyone agrees, I have no objection."

"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders. I'm making a fool of myself."

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he quickly picked out the most valuable items from the seven piles, put them together in a messy manner, and then Yun Zhaochen distributed them to the seven people in turn from left to right.

A quarter of an hour later, everyone's income was distributed at the entrance.

"Inside is the periphery of the ruins. If there are no servants of the dragon clan, there must be a 'war statue' made by the dragon clan. The war statue is the power of maintaining order in Dragon City. It draws power from each hall, similar to a mechanism. As long as it is not completely destroyed, They can all be repaired slowly. The war statues in the Five Dragons Hall are very strong, and they should all be the strength of the Demon King or the Great Demon King, but after years of erosion, their strength will be weakened. However, we are still in great danger. Don’t take it lightly.”

The other six people nodded slightly.

"Then, everyone will bring out your best war poems to bless everyone. Yun Fang, you don't have to. Shan'a, your expedition poem "Chang Wu" has reached the third level, ranking first among everyone. You Come first." Yun Zhaochen said.

"good……"

Just as Liu Shan'a was about to pick up his pen to write, he heard a crisp click sound coming from Lian Pingchao.

When everyone looked around, they saw Lian Pingchao with his head lowered in a daze. The purple jade he held in his hands was broken into fine powder, as if crushed by great force, and kept falling from his palms.

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