The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1419 Jinguo Academy

"Xunlou explained correctly, the dawn must refer to the coming of Xusheng, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is the ancestor of poetry for us women!"

"No man in the world would have thought that Fang Xusheng's fifteenth war poem was written for us women!"

"This poem cannot become the treasure of the ancestor of poetry, but it is definitely among the war poems, and it is considered a strange poem."

"With this poem, if the whole city flees, the great scholar will speak, which will make us women more powerful and save countless people. It is simply a saint's method."

Fang Yun said: "Don't be happy too early. This "Ode to Jinguo" can only be used by Hanlin, and it can only last for a few hours."

"A few hours are enough! At a critical moment, it is enough for us to kill some monsters!" Yang Xunlou said.

The other women nodded.

"Okay!" Fang Yun was quite relieved.

Yang Xunlou stared at the table in front of Fang Yun and said, "Your poem..."

"I'll write another one." Fang Yun smiled and rewrote a poem "Ode to Heroines" and handed it to Yang Xunlou in person. Yang Xunlou immediately asked someone to keep it and immediately asked the best framer in Kongcheng to frame it and hang it inside the Heroines Society.

After that, Fang Yun continued to tour the farm.

As the sun set and it was almost dusk, thousands of women saw Fang Yun out together.

Arriving in front of the smashed main gate again, Fang Yun stopped.

The team of thousands of people stopped, and the women thought Fang Yun was going to turn around and say goodbye, but Fang Yun looked at the two broken door frames and remained silent for a long time.

The farm was silent, as if it was covered by dark clouds.

Fang Yun said: "This gate was smashed, you must have resentment in your hearts, and you will also think about making a comeback. If I guess correctly, there should be some plaques or spare wood for building the gate in the warehouse of this farm?"

No one answered.

"I need an answer." Fang Yun's tone suddenly became stern.

Many women dared not speak. Although Fang Yun looked young, if he really got angry, even the king of a country would be frightened.

Yang Xunlou said: "There are indeed some uncarved plaques. After all, some rooms need to hang plaques."

"Bring the best one here." Fang Yun said.

"Hmm?" Yang Xunlou didn't understand Fang Yun's intention, and the other women were also a little puzzled. Such things happened repeatedly today. They always felt that this virtual saint was very advanced in all aspects. Only when he explained the follow-up in person would everyone understand his intentions.

Su Xiaoxiao had been in Fang's house and had adapted to Fang Yun's speaking style. She hurriedly said: "Go and get a big plaque."

After Su Xiaoxiao repeated it, some women vaguely realized a possibility, and their eyes burst into joy, but they were afraid of guessing wrong, so they suppressed the joy.

The women in charge of the warehouse left quickly. Not long after, five people returned with a black wooden plaque with gold patterns. They were all sweating and panting.

Fang Yun took a closer look and found that the uncarved wooden plaque was actually made of precious ebony, with clear texture, fine workmanship, and very heavy. No wonder they were so tired.

The four scholars walked over quickly, lifted the ebony plaque, and walked towards Fang Yun.

These scholars did not quite understand Fang Yun's intention. If Fang Yun really wanted to write an inscription, he would leave it on paper, and then the craftsmen would print the text on the plaque.

"Stop." Fang Yun said.

The four scholars did not understand why and stopped where they were.

"Put it in the right position." Fang Yun said.

The four faced Fang Yun, stood the plaque upright, and kept adjusting the angle slightly.

Not long after, Fang Yun nodded and said: "What I saw and heard today has benefited me a lot. The actions of the Women's Society have benefited the present and future generations, and have a great effect on the human race. If it dies because of this, it will be a great loss to the human race. Today, I will correct the name of this place!"

Fang Yun said, slightly opened his mouth, and a golden light flew out of his mouth, and the True Dragon Ancient Sword came to the plaque in the blink of an eye.

Fang Yun seemed to have returned to the First Hall of the Hanlin Academy, using the True Dragon Ancient Sword to carve words on the ebony plaque. He used the Yan style that had never appeared in the Shengyuan Continent. It was the font created by Yan Zhenqing, one of the four great masters of regular script.

The True Dragon Ancient Sword was like a pen suspended in the air, and also like a bamboo slip carving knife, with golden hooks and silver paintings, vigorous and powerful, masculine and solemn. Every stroke seemed to carry a great mission, and every stroke seemed to have experienced the baptism of time.

Not only that, a trace of heaven and earth vitality was introduced into the strokes through the True Dragon Ancient Sword. Under the influence of Fang Yun's talent and dragon energy, the engraving actually emitted a faint golden light.

The people present only felt their eyes trapped in the strokes, and were completely attracted by the new font.

Not long after, the four words "Jinguo Academy" appeared on the plaque.

Then, Fang Yun wrote the signature below.

Finally, Fang Yun put away his lip sparring, and a brand new plaque appeared here.

All those Jinshi were in a trance, immersed in the world of figuring out the new font.

The women present were also in a trance, not because of the new calligraphy font, but because of the four words "Jinguo Academy".

As they watched, they were already in tears, and some older women even burst into tears, because some of them saw their good sisters being captured by the Lidian and killed.

The plaque that was once destroyed has seen the light of day again, and the four words that were once feared by the tiger have appeared again in Shengyuan Continent!

The shrill cries of those women seemed to echo in my ears.

Even Yang Xunlou, who has always been known for his strength, had red eyes at this moment, lowered his head, and gently wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.

"Fang Xusheng, you..." Yang Xunlou choked and couldn't speak.

Fang Yun said slowly: "Today I will inform the Holy Academy that I, Fang Yun, have opened a college outside Kongcheng, and it is a women's college, which only accepts women and is fully responsible by the Jinguo Society."

"But the college was smashed once that year. Those radical people are afraid that they will use the documents of the ceremonial hall to smash this door again."

"They dare not! The calligraphy of the Void Saint can only be destroyed after two consecutive votes by the Holy Academy and the saints. Even though it was rumored that I died in the Blood Mang Realm a few days ago, the left prime minister's party only dared to cover my handwritten couplets and dared not damage them. Whoever dares to touch these four words is forcing me to cleanse the filth of heaven and earth!" Fang Yun's voice was magnificent and powerful, which encouraged many women.

The Jinshi were awakened by Fang Yun's words and looked at each other, not understanding why Fang Yun suddenly said such heavy words.

Those women didn't know, but these Jinshi private soldiers knew that even if it was against the left prime minister's party, Fang Yun didn't say "cleanse the filth of heaven and earth". Fang Yun said it here, proving that he would not only protect the Jinguo Academy, but also launch the most intense counterattack.

The four Jinshi frowned, not understanding Fang Yun's purpose at all. They believed that Fang Yun sympathized with these women and believed that Fang Yun had justice in his heart, but they did not believe that Fang Yun did these things just because of sympathy and justice. There must be other sufficient reasons.

Holy Court.

As the center of the human race, the Holy Court is always busy day and night.

Suddenly, all the university scholars and great scholars were stunned for a moment as if they were cast into a momentary spell of immobilization, and then looked towards the direction of the East Holy Pavilion together.

In the East Holy Pavilion, there seemed to be a fluctuation of holy power. The power was extremely small in perception, like a breeze, but that breeze could flatten the entire Shengyuan Continent.

The fluctuation of holy power was fleeting.

All the university scholars and great scholars were sweating profusely and their bodies were soaked.

Those people of low literary rank looked at them in surprise, not knowing what had happened.

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