The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2669 Who can compare with him in a thousand years!

Fang Yun finished speaking, put down his pen with heavy ink, and wrote slowly.

The Saint of Shu.

In my early years, I didn't know that the world was difficult. I looked north from the Central Plains and felt as majestic as a mountain.

The ship crossed Ning'an in the night snow, and the iron horse crossed Dasan Pass in the autumn wind.

The Great Wall on the frontier is empty, and the gray hair in the mirror has already spotted.

The first poem he wrote to the world is truly famous, who can compare with him in a thousand years!

After the poem was completed, his talent rose straight up, and he broke through the state in an instant. In the end, he was only three inches away from being spread to the world.

The strange phenomena of the state were formed one after another.

The fragrance of books was fragrant, and the sound spread thousands of miles. All living beings bowed down, and the divine light was thousands of feet high.

Although the scholars in the industry did not write poems, they also studied the "Book of Songs" and understood the true meaning of poetry, but they did not understand the power of poetry. Seeing that a poem could actually form strange phenomena, and it was praising the sage Zhuge, everyone was happy.

Only a few people were reading this poem.

This poem is about the poet who was young and didn't know the difficulties of the world. He thought he could easily solve the monsters in the north, but now he looks at the north and understands that there is a lot of resentment there, and it will not be easy to conquer the monsters.

Now recalling the scene of fighting against the monsters at Ning'an Ferry, he also remembered commanding the army to the north to continuously recover lost territory, even including Dasan Pass, which had been occupied by the monsters for a long time.

At first, he compared himself to the Great Wall in the north to protect the human race, but later because of the Battle of Ning'an, he consumed too much talent, resulting in gray hair on his temples, and ultimately failed to completely solve the barbarians.

This makes people involuntarily miss Zhuge Liang, whose achievements were brilliant, his articles were amazing, and he almost protected Shu by himself. No one can get such a prominent credit like Zhuge Xiansheng.

Everyone doesn't know about Fang Yun's deeds in Shengyuan Continent, but they also feel that Fang Yun is being modest, mainly to set off Zhuge Xiansheng.

As the visions appeared, the poem on the holy page became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a sticky white light, and the words on it could no longer be seen.

Then, the broken brush in Fang Yun's hand made a joyful sound, as if a long drought had finally brought dew.

The tip of the brush shook slightly, forming a suction force, and the white light of the poem slowly dissipated into white light threads.

The white light thread slowly swayed and rose, and was sucked into the brush.

The ink girl stood on Fang Yun's wrist, clapping her hands happily, with curved eyebrows.

The inkstone turtle was extremely manic, kicking its four legs even more desperately, and opening its mouth desperately, trying to absorb the white light, but unfortunately the distance was too far and it couldn't touch it at all.

Everyone watched curiously as the white light slowly entered the brush, and the broken brush was actually slowly being repaired by the white light.

The ink girl suddenly opened her mouth and spit out a ball of ink, which landed on the top of the pen holder, and the ink slowly merged into the pen holder.

The Inkstone Turtle was furious when he saw this scene. The ink spit out by the Ink Girl not only had the power of the Ink Girl, but also the power of the Inkstone Turtle.

Under the power of the Holy Page Poetry and the Inkstone Turtle, the brush recovered quickly.

After the brush completely absorbed the white light, it was as good as new. The whole brush exuded a soft light, which made people feel close to it.

The Inkstone Turtle became even more excited and clapped her hands constantly.

The Inkstone Turtle looked like a hanged ghost, with its four legs exposed like mud, its neck pulled so long, and it had no desire to live.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the holy temple.

Everyone instinctively stretched out their arms and covered their faces with their sleeves, but Fang Yun did not move. He saw a holy light flying out of the holy temple and falling on the brush.

Then, the light on the surface of the brush converged, and finally the whole brush became virtual and became a translucent light.

Slowly, light seemed to spurt out from the top of the brush, forming a small fountain of light, only three inches high.

The fountain of light erupted for more than ten breaths, and finally condensed into a translucent three-inch old man.

Fang Yun looked at the old man and smiled. This old man was exactly the same as the old man he saw in Shengxu.

However, the old man's expression was different from that of the past. After seeing Fang Yun, he bowed respectfully.

"I meet the master of the book."

Fang Yun was stunned and sighed softly.

The old man had passed away. This was the new old man, and he was also his own old man.

Fang Yun suddenly realized that perhaps the old man could have continued to live, but that meant that he would not choose any master and would eventually dissipate completely. However, the old man gave up his last struggle and chose a new life peacefully.

"You will follow me to write the world."

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he put away the old man, the inkstone turtle and the ink girl.

The craftsman's workshop in Shucheng.

Ever since Jing Lan impressed everyone with his skills at the Divine Craftsman Association, the Craftsman's Workshop has become the most famous workshop nearby, and even during wartime, visitors have been coming in an endless stream.

But today, the doors of the Craftsman's Workshop are closed.

In the Craftsman's Workshop, all the living Haiya scholars and Lei Tingyu are sitting in the yard.

"The poem has spread thousands of miles. If nothing unexpected happens, it must be written by Fang Yun."

"That may not be the case. Maybe there is a genius in poetry in the industry." Jing Xiao, who was almost beaten to death before, was bandaged all over his body. He failed to recover the strength of a scholar, and his self-healing ability became very low.

Lei Tingyu rolled his eyes at Jing Xiao unhappily and said, "Who in the industry would write 'Ning'an Ferry'? And the content of the poem is consistent with what Fang Yun told us about Ning'an's experience later."

"This poem, nothing." Jing Xiao whispered.

Jing Bu Shou, the head of the Jing family, sighed and said, "If it was just a poem, it would not be a big deal. However, Fang Yun pacified the demons and barbarians, and even killed the Wolf God Emperor, and started the ritual of offering sacrifices to the saints, that would be different."

"Why?"

Jing Bu Shou said, "I suspect that every time a scholar from the outside world enters, an emperor will appear in the demon world to attack the city. Killing that emperor should be one of the tests of the sage Zhuge."

"Impossible. Didn't Zhuge Sage test the skills of craftsmen?" Jing Lan said in shock.

Jing Bushou shook his head and said: "Although Zhuge Xiansheng minored in Gong Jia, and his Gong Jia talent was extremely high, not inferior to any semi-sage, he was after all a Confucian major and a Confucian. The test of Gong Jia's skills is just The first is to pacify the demons and barbarians, and the second is probably related to the articles. After all, Zhuge Sage’s articles and poems are also extraordinary.”

Lei Tingyu said: "These three tests can probably correspond to the three immortalities of meritorious service, reputation and virtue. Killing monsters and barbarians is meritorious service, writing poems to subjugate the country is meritorious service, and spreading the craftsman's technology is meritorious service, but in the industrial world, It can be regarded as a virtue. Although it is far from the Three Immortals of Kong Sheng, it can be regarded as a minor three immortals, and it is more than enough to complete the test of the Half-Saint's Former Residence."

"Ah? Doesn't that mean that Fang Yun has passed the test and mastered the former residence of the Half-Saint?"

Lei Tingyu smiled and said: "You have lived in the ancient land of Haiya for a long time and don't know the inside story. Once someone passes the test of the Semi-Saint's Former Residence, the rest will be sent out. Therefore, as long as we are in the industry for a day, Fang Yun will not be able to do anything for a day. There is still hope for us to master the former residence of the Half-Saint!"

Jing Bushou said: "Yes, Mr. Ting Yu is right. Although Fang Yun defeated the demon barbarian, he used the Xinghuo Huntianjian. As the saying goes, victory cannot be achieved with force. Perhaps the will of the industry will think that he cheated and will continue Test him. Brother Lan, you are the most skilled among us, and our hope lies in you!"

Jing Lan said firmly: "Don't worry, Master, everyone, don't worry, I can be promoted to Emperor Wen in a month at most. It won't be long before I have the confidence to become the greatest scholar in the industry, and finally gain control of the Half-Saint's former residence!"

"Come here, give me a drink to Brother Jing Lan!"

Everyone raised their glasses.