The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1763 Literary Master Yi Zhishi

The scholars in Jiangzhou were talking in low voices, and Zong Ganyu suddenly said, "Brother Zhishi, Fang Xusheng has no shame. He has not apologized for killing the head of the Lei family, nor for his mistakes. He insists on competing with Zhang Longxiang. Since you are here, please comment on who has a greater chance of winning before the competition."

"What?"

"Yi Zhishi?"

"The literary master is here?"

Everyone looked around, surprised and excited. In terms of status, Xusheng and Literary Master are on the same level, but Xusheng's false reputation is high, while Literary Master's real reputation is high.

If we only talk about the most important literary position for scholars, Fang Yun, the Xusheng, is far inferior to the Literary Master.

No matter how much appeal Fang Yun has now, as long as he has not become a Literary Master, he will never be able to surpass Yi Zhishi in the minds of scholars.

As the first person in the literary position below the semi-saint, Yi Zhishi has rarely appeared in recent years. Everyone expected that Yi Zhishi would be canonized in the next few years, but everyone's expectations were too optimistic. Yi Zhishi was too young among the great scholars.

After all, the great scholars of the same generation as Yi Zhishi had just been promoted to great scholars a few years ago.

After all, Yi Zhishi was less than sixty years old, not even an old man, but still in his prime.

Fang Yun had already landed on the wall of Yueyang Tower, and he secretly sighed in his heart that he was worthy of being a great writer. He had searched for more than a hundred times with his official seal before, and Liushan Zuo Xiang was discovered by him at the first time, but he still couldn't find Yi Zhishi.

This means that Yi Zhishi is infinitely close to the way of the saint, and the next step is to establish the foundation of the way of the saint.

In this case, unless Fang Yun consumes the talent of the temple to investigate everyone one by one, it is impossible to find Yi Zhishi.

Fang Yun even suspected that he had seen Yi Zhishi many times just now, but because Yi Zhishi didn't want to show up, as long as he didn't stand in front of him and look carefully, he would never realize that the person he saw was Yi Zhishi.

The two people's understanding and application of the Holy Way are very different.

Fang Yun has not touched the Holy Way so far, but Yi Zhishi has indeed touched the Holy Way.

The crowd is still searching, but no one has seen Yi Zhishi.

Including the great scholar.

Soon, those experienced scholars showed shock on their faces, and then they realized that Yi Zhishi's power has reached an extremely high level. Except for the semi-saints, he may be the only one in the world who can do it even in the crowd, and no one will find it.

Fang Yun closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes and slowly scanned the millions of people below.

Since Yi Zhishi could not be sensed, he used the dumbest method to use the changes in the crowd to lock Yi Zhishi's position. As long as Yi Zhishi's location was detected, as long as Yi Zhishi did not use military tactics or talent to deliberately disguise himself, he would reveal his tracks.

After more than 30 breaths, Fang Yun finally found a very strange place. People nearby took the initiative to move to both sides, but no one walked in the middle.

Fang Yun knew that Yi Zhishi must be there, but his sight seemed to be disturbed by a strange force, and Yi Zhishi seemed to always walk in his blind spot, so he could never see Yi Zhishi's true position.

Fang Yun breathed slowly, mobilized the power of the university scholar to the extreme, and after more than 20 breaths, he finally got rid of the influence of the invisible force and officially saw a person who was hard to describe.

This person was dressed in a purple robe of a great scholar, with long hair like shiny black silk draped behind him, and only the temples were silver-white.

The moment he saw this person, Fang Yun was dazed and didn't know how to judge his age, because at first glance, even though most of his body was covered by a long robe, his face was as white as jade, and the exposed skin was as fine as cream, like a young man in his early twenties.

However, looking closely at this person's face, he found that there were traces of time on his face, like a middle-aged man in his thirties, like the annual rings of a tree, recording his real experience.

However, if you look at his eyes, they are deep and mysterious, extremely dark, like a huge whirlpool that can absorb the light of the world into his eyes, so that where he is, only his eyes are bright in the world.

There is a wise light in his eyes, as if he is the only wise man in this world, and only he can lead the human race on the right path, and all those who oppose him are evil.

The appearance of a young man, the look of a middle-aged man, and the eyes of an old man are perfectly concentrated on one person.

There is no joy or sadness on his face. In his eyes, millions of people are like grass in the fields, and thousands of scholars are like flowers in the mountains. He comes like a breeze, and he leaves without being stained by dust.

In the middle of the night, a bright moon comes to Yueyang Tower, bringing the autumn wind, and dragons and tigers lie down.

The man gently raised his head and looked at the city wall.

The moonlight shines on Yueyang Tower alone.

The bright moon is in the sky, and Wenquxing is hanging in the sky. Under the light of the full moon and Wenquxing, the two most famous geniuses of the human race meet each other.

The crowd of millions froze at this moment, and it seemed as if there were only two people left in this world.

Yi Zhishi's mouth curved up a barely perceptible arc, and he nodded slightly, then looked straight ahead and walked slowly forward.

When his feet landed on the ground, the world was quiet, and when he took a step, everything dared to move.

The ordinary pair of black cloth shoes seemed to be stepping on the intersection of the birth and death of all things.

Everyone was still looking around, only Fang Yun and the great scholars were staring at Yi Zhishi.

Yi Zhishi's eyes swept over the familiar great scholars one by one, and he nodded slightly for the second time.

Every great scholar felt that Yi Zhishi only nodded and greeted them.

It was not until Yi Zhishi walked to the first seat that the others were surprised.

"Mr. Zhishi is here."

"It's really Yi Wenhao!"

"How many years have I not seen his graceful figure? He is exactly the same as a few years ago."

"Just looking at his back, I thought he was taller than the city wall."

"Tsk tsk, this is a master, a dragon that can only be seen from the head but not the tail. He clearly walked all the way here, but none of us noticed him. Look, those people behind him actually left a path for him, and even so, people on both sides of the road didn't see him."

"Amazing, so amazing."

"It's worthy of being a great man who has stepped into the holy way, perfect I can't understand his current state at all."

"No, is he invited by the people of Qing?"

"It's over... No wonder some people speculated that a big shot would come to the scene to suppress Fang Xusheng, no wonder the Qingjun clan and the Lei family dared to come here together, it turned out that Yi Zhishi wanted to take action!"

"Mr. Zhishi's talent and fame are comparable to Fang Xusheng, but he is old and has a high literary status. If he really participated in the literary competition, Fang Xusheng would have lost half. As soon as Zhang Longxiang came on the stage, the result would be clear!"

"Brother Yi!" Jiang Hechuan took the initiative to greet him with a fist, politely.

"Brother Zhishi!" Zong Ganyu's tone was much more friendly.

"Mr. Zhishi!" Qingjun bowed respectfully to greet him.

Everyone present took the initiative to greet him.

The power gathered by the Lei family, the clan family, Qingjun, Qing officials, Bakongshan and Qingjiang Commercial Bank seemed to flow towards Yi Zhishi, as if they had made wedding clothes for this literary giant.

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