The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Jiang Hechuan's voice was not loud, but people in the entire Wenyuan Street could hear it clearly.

Many people looked at the blue-robed boy beside Jiang Hechuan. Yes, it was Fang Yun who was protected by many people a few days ago.

Isn't Wen Xiang here to catch Fang Yun? Why would you accompany Fang Yun to watch the results?

What's more, he is a literary minister, a great Confucian, and the leader of scholars in Jingguo!

Lian Guojun was barely qualified to be "accompanied" by Prime Minister Wen. Whenever Wen appeared in any place in Jing State, he would be accompanied by local officials. If Prime Minister Wen accompanied a holy person, wouldn't it be a chaos of etiquette and music?

But it is impossible for Wen Xiang not to observe etiquette, and he even knows etiquette better than everyone present.

What happened?

Everyone has the same question in their mind.

Chen Zhiyuan's expression changed from gloomy to bright, he clenched his fists tightly and straightened his body with all his strength.

Before the final result comes out, you must not admit defeat!

Several people in the crowd wanted to use the official seal to send a letter from Hongyan, but they found that the connection with the temple was blocked and they could not send the letter.

Gezhou Mu found that something was wrong with everyone's expressions, and his official seal suddenly received hundreds of Hongyan letters. Even if it had accumulated for four days, there should not be so many.

Gezhou Mu nodded again to Minister of Literature Jiang Hechuan, and then said: "Jiangzhou will take the exam, and the results will be released!"

As he spoke, Gezhoumu held the official seal in his hand, and a curtain of light rose into the sky and appeared in mid-air.

The light curtain is as high as a thirty-story building and can be seen even at the very edge of the city.

On the light yellow light curtain, the names of a hundred people were arranged in order from top to bottom.

There are a large number of people directly in front of the entrance of the liberal arts college and on the east and west sides. However, in everyone's eyes, the list of candidates is facing him. Whether he is an old man with dazzled eyes or a person with poor eyesight, he can see every word clearly. It's as if it's right in front of you.

"Golden characters! Golden characters!" Some students and scholars shouted like crazy.

Especially those teenagers or children who raised their fingers and pointed at the top of the list of candidates and shouted loudly, for fear that others would not see it.

Those older people were so excited that their bodies trembled, their lips trembled, they rubbed their eyes hard, and some even pinched their own thighs for fear that everything was just a dream.

There are still some people who are still confused and don’t understand the meaning of the golden letters.

There are ninety-nine black names on the huge light screen thirty feet high, but above them, in the first position, there is a row of golden characters.

Fang Yun, A, A, A!

The top three candidates!

Gold-lettered articles, holy pen ratings!

The second line below it is Chen Zhiyuan, B on the top, B in the middle, and B on the top.

Chen Zhiyuan felt a roar in his head, as if he was in a tsunami and typhoon. Everything in front of him became fragmented. Those people's voices, their faces and the list of candidates in front of him seemed to turn into a colorful brilliance, covering His sight.

"It's fake! It must be fake! He is just a young man, how can his strategies be better than mine? I was praised by the magistrate of Minggu as someone who has the talent to help the world!"

However, the moment this idea came up, Chen Zhiyuan felt endless regret in his heart. Although nothing happened, his eyes revealed a great fear and a touch of sadness.

The rating of the holy pen is beyond doubt!

Suddenly, many officials turned to look in the direction of the Holy Court, and even Jiang Hechuan also looked in the direction of the Holy Court. Fang Yun was already prepared, but he still showed a little excitement.

"Rainbow light! It's the rainbow guide! It's indeed the holy pen rating! It's coming! It's coming!" Chang Wanxu shouted excitedly.

"Red! Orange! Yellow! Three rays of rainbow light to guide you! Three in total! It's comparable to a great scholar writing a book!"

"Hahahaha...I understand! I understand Fang Zhenguo's intention! I just found out today that Fang Yun is well versed in the art of war! Someone is going to be in bad luck! Bad luck!" Li Fanming in the crowd shouted, and the surrounding holy ruins Everyone was suddenly enlightened.

Fang Yun looked over with a faint smile, and saw a red, orange, and yellow rainbow flying rapidly from the sky like a bridge between heaven and earth. The starting point of the three-color rainbow was in the distant sky, and its end fell into the Jade Sea after a few breaths. In the city.

The rainbow looked very narrow from a distance, but after it fell in the city, everyone discovered that the entire city and hundreds of miles around it were shrouded in three-color rainbow light.

Some elderly scholars burst into tears.

"I, Jiangzhou, have not seen a rainbow for hundreds of years!"

Then, three golden lights shot up into the sky, the heaven and earth shook, and the whole Jiangzhou shook slightly.

The rainbow quickly retracted, and three golden lights followed.

Everyone looked at the rainbow that was getting farther and farther away, unwilling to look away for a long time.

Fang Yun sighed softly. When he was evaluating the holy pen, he already knew that there must be a rainbow to guide him. This was a vision of heaven and earth. He was not sure whether the saints could stop it and it would be exposed. Therefore, Fang Yun left early and did not Say it, because only Semi-Saint and Tiandi are qualified to announce the result.

The Holy Pen rating is only the preliminary stage, and the Rainbow Guide is not over yet. The method for Fang Yun to counterattack is at the end.

On the distant Guofeng Mountain, three rainbows wrapped in three golden lights entered the temples.

However, the three semi-saint examiners each held a divine light in their hands!

The three divine lights of green, blue and indigo were like dragons and snakes, twisting wildly. The veins on the backs of the hands of the three semi-saints were exposed, and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

The three saints let go at the same time, and the three divine lights merged into the rainbow light.

Six Rainbows!

"We can only help you so far."

"There is too much dust in the study. It should be swept away."

"Give them time to breathe."

Then, a vague voice spread throughout the ten countries.

"Fang's tactics are unparalleled, his holy pen is rated highly, and he is one of the top three talents."

In Dayuan Mansion, Jiangzhou, a few scholars in front of the Academy of Literature looked frightened.

The rating of the holy pen cannot be doubted.

Everyone present kept looking around, looking for something together, including Fang Yun and the great scholar Jiang Hechuan.

A scholar suddenly turned around and faced Fang Yun, half-knelt on the ground, bowed his head with his hands in hand, and said: "I am not very talented, but I question Marquis Wen, and I have committed a heinous crime. However, I sincerely repent and hope that Marquis Wen will forgive me."

Fang Yun said: "No one is a sage, how can he have no mistakes? If you can correct your mistakes, there is no greater good."

"Marquis Xie Wen." The scholar lowered his head in shame.

Then, one after another, people half-knelt on the ground to admit their mistake, and finally there were twenty-seven people.

Many people looked at these people with contempt, but soon their expressions softened, and even Fang Yun forgave them, saying that they should not care about them. If they sincerely repent, it means that the other party has malicious intentions but does not harm Fang Yun. If they are not sincere, If you repent, you will reap the consequences.

"I'm right! I don't believe that Fang Yun's strategy can surpass me! I don't believe it!" Chen Zhiyuan suddenly shouted loudly.

The scholars around were stunned. Yesterday, Chen Zhiyuan wrote "Reading Poems" to praise Fang Yun. He only mentioned Fang Yun's minor flaws and did not attack Fang Yun. How could this be possible?

Everyone immediately understood that Chen Zhiyuan's so-called praise of Fang Yun was completely false. He was hostile to Fang Yun in his heart, but he pretended to write articles and use Fang Yun to gain a literary reputation in Jingguo.

Many scholars around him sighed and stayed away from Chen Zhiyuan.

"Who is this person?" Fang Yun asked.

Chen Zhiyuan felt a surge in his chest and almost vomited blood. He had been running for two days for the title of his novel, but he didn't expect that Fang Yun didn't even know his name.

"Chen Zhiyuan, a scholar from Minggu Prefecture, had a great chat with us on the first day of September." Chang Wanxu also pronounced the word "chao" with a strong accent.

A hundred breaths have arrived.

Chen Zhiyuan's vision went dark and he found himself in a void.

Then, a pair of eyes as huge as the bright moon appeared in the sky. There was no emotion in those eyes. They were like eyes monitoring the sky, observing the sky and the earth, neither happy nor worried.

"Who questions the Half-Saint?" A cold voice appeared.

"Minggu Mansion student Chen Zhiyuan refuses to accept Fang Yun!" Chen Zhiyuan roared with all his strength, as if if he didn't roar today, he would never have the chance to shout again.

"If you can recite Fang Yun's articles over and over, you will be fine."

Then, a thick stack of test papers appeared in front of Chen Zhiyuan.

White paper, gold letters.

At the top is Fang Yun's classic article "Wei Min's Destiny is Destined for Man".

Chen Zhiyuan cupped his hands towards the giant eye and read loudly.

"Destiny lies with people, but the sky is endless... ahem..."

After just reading two sentences, Chen Zhiyuan suddenly coughed violently as if he had tuberculosis. He wanted to cover his mouth with his hands, but he couldn't move.

"Ahem..."

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth and fell on the white paper in front of him with gold characters, staining half of the page red.

The look of panic in Chen Zhiyuan's eyes became even stronger. He knew that Fang Yun's classics and meanings were good, but he never expected that it was so good. The purpose of this article was not to judge people. He was afraid that he would be among the top three in the Jinshi examination. .

However, the holy pen's comment, the rainbow's guidance, and the divine recitation are actually one, and once they appear, there will be no interruption.

Chen Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and continued to recite Fang Yun's scriptures, but his voice was no longer as loud as before, let alone as courageous as before.

When he read Confucius' personal words, "If a person has no long-term worries, he must have immediate worries." Chen Zhiyuan vomited blood again, three times in a row, staining four pages of paper.

At this moment, Chen Zhiyuan finally lost his arrogance. He already understood that the most outstanding scholar in Jiangzhou besides Fang Yun would not be able to understand "what Weimin is restricted" to such a high level. Compared with Fang Yun, he It is simply seeking death.

However, Chen Zhiyuan still felt a little unwilling in his heart, and kept cheering for himself to persist, persist, and persist!

Chen Zhiyuan continued reading, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, his eyes becoming more and more dazed, but finally he finished reading Fang Yun's scripture.

Chen Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and his spirits were high. His eyes were as bright as the sunrise.

The last page of the scriptures was turned over and appeared on the first page of the policy theory.

Chen Zhiyuan read slowly: "My response: Mencius said that the time and place of heaven and earth are favorable to people, and if there is no one to make peace with them, then the time and place of heaven and earth will prevail. Heaven has qualities but is invisible, and can be directed or reversed. If it goes well, the grain will be plentiful, but if it goes against it, there will be endless misfortunes... "

When he read the word "poor", Chen Zhiyuan suddenly started to bleed from all his orifices, his palace cracked, and surging blood spurted out from his mouth, staining more and more pages.

"I was wrong! Big mistake! I couldn't even finish reading half of the policy paper! I'm not as lucky as Fang! I'm not as good as that!"

Chen Zhiyuan yelled, closed his eyes and passed out. The memory of Fang Yun's article completely disappeared from his mind.

At the entrance of the liberal arts college, everyone had been looking at Chen Zhiyuan quietly. They saw Chen Zhiyuan standing there blankly without saying a word, then spitting out mouthfuls of blood, and finally suddenly confessed his mistake loudly and fell into a pool of blood. among.

Only then did everyone understand that Fang Yun was indeed qualified to have Wen Xiang accompany him.