The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The Book Mountain was full of life, so Fang Yun sat cross-legged in the mountain, with his eyes closed, reciting the Analects of Confucius, Shangshu, Mencius, Xunzi and other holy classics. His voice was low, but every word was strong and powerful.

Not long after, Fang Yun noticed that there was an unprecedented sense of vicissitudes in his voice.

Fang Yun stopped reciting. No matter how he recalled it, he could not remember what happened in the Seventh Mountain. However, whenever he thought of the Seventh Mountain, he always felt empty and regretful.

Vaguely, Fang Yun understood that if he didn't lose something, he would never get the best, and the Seventh Mountain seemed to have allowed him to experience loss.

Two hours later, Fang Yun felt the heaven and earth shaking. He blinked and found himself back in the temple.

"hiss……"

"Well……"

More than half of the ninety-nine governors in the temple showed signs of pain, and some were unconscious. Only a dozen of the governors' eyes gradually changed from confusion to clarity.

Fang Yun hurriedly closed his eyes, then opened them again, pretending to be confused and confused.

The old man in Shushan has already said that he cannot remember everything in Shushan, but he still remembers it clearly.

Fang Yun lowered his head and looked at his right hand, and saw a hair-thin scar running across the palm of his hand, glowing with a faint red color, like a new palm print.

The scene of Yan Chixia's tragic death immediately appeared in front of Fang Yun's eyes, a ball of anger appeared in his eyes and then quickly dissipated, and he clenched his fists hard.

"Are you all awake?" one of the candidates asked.

Fang Yun slowly let go of his hand and said with a smile: "Wake up, how many mountains have you passed?"

"Alas, I only went to the Second Mountain and the Three Pavilions. I think that other people, even if they are scholars, can go to the Three Mountains. I, a great scholar, can only go to this place. I am really ashamed."

"I'm okay, but I lost in three mountains and two pavilions."

"Even if we are a scholar, it is extremely difficult to get a literary heart through three mountains and three pavilions. However, after this experience in Shushan, if we pass the Jinshi examination, we will have a greater chance of obtaining a literary heart after entering the academy."

"Lord Wenhou, which mountain have you reached?" asked a scholar, and others also looked at Fang Yun expectantly.

"Sixth Mountain." Fang Yun was a little embarrassed at first, but after having the "duplicity" Wen Xin, he started telling lies without any stiffness in his expression.

"As expected of Fang Zhenguo! Even Yan Yukong can't do it! The first person to succeed must be you!"

Everyone praised him.

While everyone was talking, Fang Yun explored Yin Jiangbei.

It was discovered that Nie Xiaoqian's urn was missing, but there were three more things.

A small pile of purple dry wood is dozens of times more valuable than the Dragon King's horn.

Half a piece of moon lotus, this is the divine object that Lian Half Saint wants to obtain. It can extend life by at least thirty years.

The third item was a green leaf. The veins of the leaf were pure silver, which was really beautiful. Fang Yun guessed that this should be the key to entering the Heavenly Tree. However, since you can advance by being a candidate, it is naturally better to enter when you are close to reaching the Jinshi level and let it go for a while.

The gate of the holy temple slowly opened, and everyone left chatting and laughing. There were a large number of officials standing outside the door, many of whom had been famous for many years. However, they looked at these candidates with envy, because most of the officials had never been to Shushan.

Fang Yun looked at the sky and saw that it was already afternoon.

After walking out of the holy temple, Fang Yun immediately received many letters, including one from Wen Xiang, saying that he would be taken to the capital immediately after the book mountain was over.

Just as Fang Yun was about to reply, he saw a dragon carriage coming from the horizon. Fang Yun thought that Jiang Hechuan's level was probably no less than that of Wenzong. Even though he didn't know when Shushan would end, he could sense the approximate time and return in advance.

Everyone bent down to welcome Wen Xiang's car.

Literary Minister Jiang Hechuan had silver-white hair hanging loosely behind his back, a white beard, and a warm smile on his face. He said: "I won't say much. To prevent the night from getting too long, I will immediately take Fang Yun back to the capital. But I would like to ask. "Fang Yun, where did you end up in Shushan?"

"The sixth mountain." Fang Yun added in his mind, "There is also the seventh mountain."

"Okay!" Everyone praised in unison.

"Although you can only get Wenxin by passing through the Sixth Mountain, it is still extraordinary. If Fang Yun becomes the leader of the Ten Kingdoms, he will definitely get that 'duplicity'."

Fang Yun lowered his head slightly, which seemed modest to others, but in reality he was helpless because he could not tell the truth.

Gezhou Mu said: "Master Wenxiang, Fang Yun will definitely be protected by the Academy Temple, right?"

"That's natural. I made an agreement with the Queen Mother before coming here. The Holy Temple will treat Fang Yun like a prince. Are you Jiangzhou officials relieved?" Wen Xiang said with a smile.

Everyone was overjoyed, and Magistrate Sun said: "Since we treat Fang Yun like a prince, then as long as we are within the confines of the capital, even the Great Demon King can't even think of hurting Fang Yun at all."

"Fang Yun, what are you prepared for?" Jiang Hechuan asked.

Fang Yun said: "Excuse me, sir, can you go to Yuhai City to pick up Sister Yuhuan and go to the capital with you?"

"Then I will take you to Jade Sea City in a flat blue cloud, and then take you and your family to the capital in a flying boat. You are not familiar with the place in the capital, and you really need someone close to you. As for the other people, the Queen Mother will help you choose them. , to prevent Xiaoxiao from getting involved," Jiang Hechuan said.

Fang Yun said in his heart that this Wen Xiang was magnanimous, and when he met him today, he was indeed worthy of his name. This kind of thing was obviously not suitable to be said in public, but Wen Xiang didn't care at all. This kind of person must go further on the holy path than Zuo Xiang, but in the temple Definitely inferior to the left prime minister.

"Thank you, sir." Fang Yun said.

Jiang Hechuan nodded slightly to everyone, then took Fang Yun onto the flat blue clouds and flew quickly towards Yuhai City.

Flying into the air, Wen Xiang put his hands on his back and looked at the sky, saying: "How many mountains have you passed?"

Fang Yun coughed lightly and said, "You are indeed a man with a sharp eye. I have already passed the seventh mountain."

"Good!" Wen Xiang's voice suddenly rose, and his hands behind his back clenched tightly and then slowly loosened.

"Lucky."

"Don't say such things. After arriving in the capital, you will live in a house within the scope of the academy. Jingguo Academy is a city within a city, larger than some county towns, and you are very safe in it."

"Student, remember."

"After tomorrow, you will become a disciple of the upper house of Jingguo Academy."

Fang Yun was stunned and said, "Then what is the inner house below the upper house, and what is the outer house below the inner house?"

"Of course."

Fang Yun remembered clearly that during the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi created the three-house system, which divided the students of the Imperial College from low to high into outer houses, inner houses and upper houses. He didn't expect that there was a similar classification here.

"The Jingguo Academy gathers students from the capital, other prefectures and even foreign countries. The lowest rank is Juren, and there are even some Jinshi who strive to enter the Holy Academy. You can make great achievements when you get there."

"Student understands."

Soon, the two flew over Yuhai City. Fang Yun pointed the way, and Jiang Hechuan controlled the white clouds to land in the Fang family's house. Then he used the flying leaf air boat to carry Yang Yuhuan, Jiang Pozi and Fang Daniu, as well as the little fox and the little meteor.

The flying leaf air boat sped all the way, and Fang Yun did not waste time, constantly asking the Minister of Literature for some knowledge about the meaning of scriptures and the holy way.

When the sun was about to set, the flying leaf air boat arrived outside the capital.

Fang Yun had seen the neatness of Yuhai City and the hugeness of Kongcheng from high altitude, but the style of this capital was slightly different, like a fully armed fortress.

The flying leaf air boat slowly descended and landed in a courtyard of the academy.

Jiang Hechuan instructed some matters and left, and the female official appointed by the Queen Mother was responsible for the settlement of Fang Yun's family.

After a while, Zhao Hongzhuang sent a letter.