The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Everyone didn't know why the old man was angry, and they didn't ask too much. Yan Yukong and the other two walked out, while Fang Yun took out a set of scholar's clothes from the Hanhu shell and changed into them. His previous clothes were torn.

When Yan Yukong walked out, many people outside smiled and congratulated him. When Sun Naiyong and Mo Shan walked out, everyone thought it was natural.

When Fang Yun walked out in a scholar's clothes, everyone was stunned, even Li Wenying was stunned, and then he showed an unconcealable joy in his eyes.

"What's going on? The fourth scholar came out?"

"That person seems to be Fang Yun."

"Even if he is Fang Yun, he is also a scholar! How can a scholar pass the Shengxu Road? How can a scholar be ranked fourth! Look, there are only six people in this batch, and where are the geniuses from other countries? Absolutely impossible! There must be something wrong!"

"Say less, wait a moment, and ask about the situation first."

Hundreds of people did not speak, waiting for Fang Yun and others to come.

An official from the Qing Kingdom took a few quick steps and said to Yan Yukong who was walking in front of him with a smile: "Mr. Yan, you are the first in the Shengxu Road this time, right?"

Yan Yukong nodded.

"Then...how did Fang Yun from Jing Kingdom come out with you?"

"He also passed the Shengxu Road and ranked fourth." Yan Yukong said, ignored the man and walked out.

The official from the Qing Kingdom stayed in place as if petrified. He wanted to grab Yan Yukong's clothes and ask again, but he heard clearly that Fang Yun ranked fourth in the Shengxu Road. He was in the top ten and his moonlight doubled.

The people around looked at Fang Yun. This Shengxu Road is not a poem. It is not about talent, but about survival ability and strength. Only those with sufficient strength are qualified to enter the Shengxu.

"A scholar stands out from a group of talented juren and ranks fourth. Is this... going to change the world in the Ten Kingdoms?"

"Fortunately, it's just a juren and a scholar. If there were jinshi participating, he would also be ranked in the top ten. I, a jinshi, would rather die!"

"How did he pass the Shengxu Road? I also walked there when I was a juren. It was like a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire. How could he, a scholar, do that!"

Everyone talked about it, constantly guessed and deduced, and finally came to a helpless conclusion, Fang Yun was not afraid of pain!

In addition, everyone could not think of any possibility.

Everyone also found a problem. Among the Confucius and the six sub-saint families, only Yan Yukong was in the top six. The rest, except Fang Yun, were disciples of the semi-saint family.

"Could it be... that things are really going to change?"

"The opening of the Holy Ruins was advanced this year, and many families made mistakes in their calculations. Those geniuses were too young. If they had waited another two years, even if they were not as good as Yan Yukong, they would not be worse than others. If they had known that the opening of the Holy Ruins was advanced, those Jinshi would probably still be Juren now."

"Look, someone is writing the list of articles for the Holy Ruins Road."

Everyone looked and saw a large white paper pasted on one side of the Wendian. A Hanlin stood ten feet away, and a pen flew from his hand to the white paper, writing the ranking of the Holy Ruins Road.

Fang Yun took a look at the list, and then walked out to the resting place of the Confucius Academy Palace while chatting with Li Wenying about the Holy Ruins Road, waiting for the evening's Holy Ruins Mid-Autumn Festival. After writing poems and essays, they could get Yuehua and finally officially enter the Holy Ruins.

Two quarters of an hour later, Li Fanming passed through the mist, looking exhausted. The big rabbit no longer let him carry him, and followed behind honestly.

Li Fanming walked towards the Beast Bridge and saw dozens of people standing in front of him, most of whom were resting. So he asked the first person who came here, but no one saw Fang Yun.

"Anyway, he is the first scholar, and his poems are so good, even if he can't get extra moonlight, he is safe." Li Fanming thought to himself, sitting on the ground to rest, ready to wait until he regained some strength before crossing the Beast Bridge.

The big rabbit ran around, sniffing constantly, and soon returned to Li Fanming happily.

After another quarter of an hour, Liu Zizhi walked out of the mist and slowly walked towards the Beast Bridge.

Liu Zizhi looked pale and depressed. He looked carefully at everyone at the Beast Bridge and found that Fang Yun was not there, and his mood suddenly improved.

When he walked to the Beast Bridge, Liu Zizhi heard someone talking about Fang Yun, so he walked over to eavesdrop.

"Who of you saw Fang Yun?" someone asked.

"Brother Fanming just asked, it seems Fang Yun should not have passed the mist transformation."

"Of course, if he, a mere scholar, can pass the mist transformation, where can we, the juren, put our faces?"

"However, this mist transformation is really terrible. This is just an ordinary mist transformation. If it is a powerful mist transformation, we will definitely die. And the mist transformation can also turn into a butterfly, it's terrible to think about it."

"When the mist transformation just turns into a butterfly, it is not terrible, it is still very weak. If it is given enough time to grow, the Holy Ruins will be its world, so the two tribes of monsters and barbarians in the Holy Ruins and other strange creatures will try their best to prevent the mist from turning into a butterfly. Once the mist turns into a butterfly, they will unite to destroy it and prevent the mist butterfly from growing."

"I heard that the Demon King has a mist butterfly, which is extremely terrible."

"Forget it, stop talking nonsense, recover your strength and fight for the top 30. If you really can't, you can't get beyond the top 80."

Liu Zizhi heard the conversation of everyone and felt happy. As long as Fang Yun can't enter the top 30 and can't get extra moonlight, it will be difficult for a mere scholar to achieve anything in the Holy Ruins.

Li Fanming was nearby. Liu Zizhi recalled that Li Fanming had opposed him by the river before, so he smiled and said, "Brother Fanming, I apologize to you. I didn't expect Fang Yun to be able to survive Ruoshui or even Qifeng Gorge. My vision is not as good as yours."

Li Fanming looked up at Liu Zizhi and hummed indifferently.

Liu Zizhi wanted to resolve the conflict with Li Fanming. After all, the other party was half a member of the Ji family. He didn't expect that he would have such an attitude. It was obvious that he had a very good relationship with Fang Yun. He was even more unhappy and said, "It's a pity that Fang Yun can't be ranked in the top 30 of the Holy Ruins Road. If he can enter the top 30 and get extra moonlight, he will be much safer in the Holy Ruins. I heard that few scholars have come back alive in the Holy Ruins in the past."

"Since Fang Yun can pass the Strange Wind Canyon, it is easy for him to leave the Holy Ruins safely." Li Fanming said.

"That's not necessarily true. At least you have to pass the fog to say that you are not afraid of the Holy Ruins." Liu Zizhi smiled.

Li Fanming snorted and ignored Liu Zizhi.

The big rabbit on the side looked at Liu Zizhi with a squint, as if he was looking at a fool.

As time passed, more and more people completed the Holy Ruins Road. Fifty-four of the top sixty were disciples of the Saints' families, and most of the disciples after the sixty were not disciples of the Saints' families. If the demons hadn't invaded Liangjie Mountain in a large scale, some disciples of the semi-saints' families would not be able to come, and the Holy Ruins Road would be more intense.

Two quarters of an hour later, Li Fanming walked across the Beast Bridge and successfully passed the Shengxu Road.

Not long after, Liu Zizhi also crossed the Shengxu Road and appeared in the Wendian. He didn't care about his torn clothes, and rushed out of the Wendian. Then he looked around and found a list next to him, and his heart was in his throat.

"I hope there are less than 80 people! I hope there are less than 80 people!" He thought to himself, stopped breathing, and looked at the end of the list.

Then he saw a Hanlin writing with a divine pen: Seventy-six, Liu Zizhi.

Liu Zizhi clenched his fists and almost yelled. He knew that he was not qualified to be in the top 80 of the Juren, but he got the full help of the left prime minister. He had a chance after his strength improved greatly in the past few days, but the chance was not great, and he was relieved until now.

"Let's see who is in the top ten." Liu Zizhi thought to himself, starting from Yan Yukong, the first place, and seeing the word "Fang Yun" ranked fourth, his heart skipped a beat, and instinctively thought it was a duplicate name, but an uncontrollable panic rose in his heart.

"It must not be Fang Yun! It must not be! It must not be..." Liu Zizhi kept comforting himself in his heart, but the more he did so, the more panic he felt in his heart. He even couldn't help but think of the scene in Qifeng Canyon where Fang Yun surpassed him. He still remembered the scene that chilled him to the bone. He thought he had lost, but in the end he surpassed himself. It was a huge blow to him.

Liu Zizhi walked to the Hanlin with heavy steps, prayed countless times in his heart, and then asked softly: "Sir Hanlin, which country is the fourth on the list?"

The Hanlin glanced at Liu Zizhi and said: "You don't know Fang Yun of Jingguo? Do you think it's a homonym? If it's not a homonym, it's him! You are not the only one asking, it's Fang Maocai who wrote "Humble House Inscription". Don't ask."

Liu Zizhi's body shook, and he didn't even have time to confirm again. He was blocked by Hanlin with a lot of words in his heart.

At this moment, Liu Zizhi heard a very strange laugh. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a big rabbit standing upright and staring at him, covering its mouth with its two front paws and laughing strangely. Its eyes looked like it was looking at a fool.

Liu Zizhi was almost mad. It was okay to be suppressed by Fang Yun, but how could even a rabbit have the right to laugh at him!

Li Fanming, who was standing by, apologized with a smile: "Brother Liu, I'm really sorry. Our rabbit doesn't know etiquette. I'm sorry to make you laugh." As he said that, he used his toes to touch the big rabbit to make it behave.

Unexpectedly, the big rabbit ran away and pointed at Liu Zizhi and laughed non-stop.

People around looked at Liu Zizhi curiously. It was a rare funny thing for a dignified scholar to be laughed at by a rabbit.

"Alas, there is no way." Li Fanming sighed and left.

Liu Zizhi was so angry that his face turned red, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, before the sun set, people from all over the city began to go to the Confucius Academy in the city center.

There are already a large number of students busy in the square in front of the Confucius Mansion Academy. Some of them are busy building a high platform for the literary gathering. When the time comes, the hundred people who are qualified to enter the Holy Ruins will write poems and lyrics on the high platform, and the other part of them will set up tables and chairs in front of the high platform to prepare for the guests.

All the roofs of the houses around the Confucius Mansion Academy Square are flat, and there are many tables and chairs on the roofs. At this time, these roofs can be sold at a high price. Those who can't get the invitation to the literary gathering will try every means to buy the position of these roofs.

The Holy Ruins Mid-Autumn Literary Gathering is held once a year, and every time it will empty the streets and attract countless people in Kongcheng to the front of the academy.

This year is destined to be more lively than before, because a lot of gossip is spreading. Some say that the four great talents of this generation have gathered, and even the mysterious "Hidden King", the second of the four great talents of this generation, will come. Some say that the four great talents of the previous generation and Li Wenying, who is known as the fifth talent, have also arrived, and the evil king has also appeared. There are even rumors that even a half-saint may come to see this literary gathering.

The third watch is in the early morning, so it will be quite late.