The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Many people shook their heads slightly. Indeed, in the ninety states of the human race, talents have appeared for thousands of years, there are many madmen, and strange people have emerged in large numbers, but there are really not many people like Fang Yun.

Everyone no longer paid attention to Fang Yun, but carefully read the book in front of them.

A thousand books can be both difficult and easy. After reading five hundred, almost everyone's speed begins to slow down. It's not because they lack talent, but also because they are too tired to fully understand the meaning of the text at such a fast speed, and the power of literary courage is exhausted.

No one who has not reached the second level of Wendan can understand so much content in a short period of time like Fang Yun.

Among the other ninety-nine people, there was one exception, and that was Yan Yukong. Although he was a Juren, he was already a rare second-level genius in literature and boldness. He did not slow down when he read the 500th book.

When he read seven hundred books, Yan Yukong's reading speed also began to slow down. His talent was consumed too much, and the recovery speed was far lower than the consumption.

Yan Yukong sighed lightly. It was the same as last time. At the beginning, his speed far exceeded all the Jinshi, but in the later stage, he was dragged down by his talent.

He looked at Fang Yun casually, and almost rolled his eyes after reading it. Before, Fang Yun was still reading the books on Qiao Juze's bookshelf, but now Fang Yun was reading the books on Yan Zewei's bookshelf!

This means that Fang Yun has read at least two thousand books!

"Sure enough, there is only a wrong name but not a wrong nickname. Fang Wenba is really the hegemon of the ten countries!" Yan Yukong finished speaking in a low voice and continued to read seriously.

Fang Yun's reading speed has never slowed down. He has three talents. His normal talent recovery speed is three times that of ordinary people. Coupled with the effects of Wen Xin, Wen Gong Xingkong and Wenqu Xingguang, reading consumes almost as much talent as him. His talent has returned to the same level, and he can't even use it up after reading for several days.

When Fang Yun finished reading 5,700 books, Kong Deyu from the Confucius Academy finally breathed a long sigh of relief and closed the last page.

"Confucius read a thousand books, ranking second and ninth."

"Congratulations to Brother Kong!" Some people congratulated without raising their heads.

Kong Deyu looked at Fang Yun, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Fang Yun's reading speed has not slowed down until now.

Kong Deyu found that the number of books he read at the beginning was one-quarter of Fang Yun's, but the ratio between the two kept increasing and was now close to six to one.

"Whoever wants to read can read it, but I won't read it anymore!" Kong Deyu closed his eyes after saying this and fell asleep on the chair to rest his mind, his face full of fatigue.

Some Jinshi shook their heads slightly. Many of them were not inferior to Kong Deyu in talent, talent and literary courage, but they had read less than 900 books now, and their reading speed was getting slower and slower.

In previous Ten Kingdom Competitions, many people had the opportunity to read thousands of books, so they would try their best to speed up, even if their understanding of the books was very superficial. But now that Fang Yin has sounded all ten bells, there is no need to work so hard, because if you are not careful, you may damage your bile or lose your memory, resulting in a decrease in chips in the third game, and the loss outweighs the gain.

Fang Yun continued to read quickly, and the more he read, the more delighted he became. These books were far inferior to the classics of saints and Confucian scriptures. It could even be said that many of them were dross. However, there were occasionally some bright spots in them, which Fang Yun had never seen even after reading a large number of books. .

These authors were of lower literary status, including Juren, Jinshi, Hanlin, and Grand Scholars. Their understanding of the Holy Way was very simple or even wrong, but Fang Yun felt that these simple or wrong Holy Ways were of great significance.

The correct holy way may not be suitable for you, but the wrong holy way must not be suitable for you.

Unconsciously, Fang Yun felt a little tired after reading ten thousand books. He closed the book and "Minutes of Ma Zheng" automatically flew up and was about to return to the bookshelf.

Just as Fang Yun was about to close his eyes and rest, an ancient and desolate bell suddenly rang. This time, the bell sounded like the king of the human race and the lord of all realms commanding the world, causing Fang Yunwen Palace to buzz.

Then, Fang Yun heard an old voice ringing in his ears.

"In the spring of the first year of the year, the first month of the king's reign. In March, Gong and Zhu Yi's father made an alliance in Mi. In the fifth month of summer, Zheng Bo Duan came to Yan..."

Fang Yun knew that this was the original text of "Spring and Autumn" compiled by Confucius himself. "Spring and Autumn" recorded major events in various countries from the first year of Lu Yin to the fourteenth year of Lu Aigong, which lasted for 242 years.

It was obviously just a sound, but Fang Yun not only heard the grandeur, but also heard the light, the stalwart, and even the power of the holy way.

Fang Yun fell into a trance before his eyes, and then found himself entering a colorful light. The light rushed downward like sand and water, and he was like a fish swimming upstream along the unknown river of light.

The river of light contained tremendous pressure. Even the voice of reciting "Spring and Autumn" seemed so small in front of this river. Fang Yun felt pain all over his body. Every part of his body seemed to be stabbed by a burning axe. He was enduring unbearable pain. The pain of words, he may be struck into nothingness by this river of light at any time.

Fang Yun couldn't feel the passage of time, and couldn't distinguish up, down, left, and right. He only felt that it was getting harder and harder to breathe, and he might die at any time.

Fang Yun found that he had lost all contact with his literary courage and talent, and even felt lonely as if he had been abandoned by the world. He didn't know what was going on, and he felt panic in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, but Fang Yun felt that he was being pushed out of the river by a huge force. Then a hazy fog appeared in front of his eyes, and the voice sounded again.

"In the spring of the first year of the year, the first month of the king's reign. In March, Gong and Zhu Yi's father made an alliance in Mi. In the fifth month of summer, Zheng Bo Duan came to Yan..."

This voice was exactly the same as before. Fang Yun's reason told him that the voice was repeated again, but his perception told him that this sentence and the previous sentence were actually one sentence, not a repetition.

Fang Yun found that his perception was extremely ridiculous. Before he had time to think, he saw the fog in front of him dissipate and a world appeared.

Fang Yun found that he seemed to be in mid-air, and saw a dignified man sitting on a seat in a main hall, with dozens of people kneeling on both sides, discussing government affairs. Fang Yun had never seen this scene before, but he immediately knew that this was the spring of the first year of Lu Yin's reign, the first month of the Zhou Dynasty calendar, and the person sitting in front of him was Lu Yin Gong, the Duke of Lu State.

The first paragraph of the original text of "Spring and Autumn" only mentions the time and does not mention Lu Yin's succession to the throne at all. However, Fang Yun naturally saw and knew that at this moment, Lu Hui Gong had just passed away, and Lu Yin Gong was only in charge of the country's affairs, not the regent. He did not officially become Duke Yin of Lu, so Confucius did not write in the Spring and Autumn Annals.

Fang Yun stood in mid-air and watched the process of Duke Yin of Lu taking charge of the state of Lu.

Time passed slowly, and Fang Yun did not miss a minute. He watched for more than two months, but he did not feel tired or helpless at all. It was only after the time entered March of the first year that Fang Yun discovered this problem. After thinking about it carefully, The past two months seemed like nothing more than a fleeting experience.

Before Fang Yun could be surprised, the world in front of him reached March of the first year of Lu Yin. Fang Yun saw Lu Yingong and Zhu Yi's father meeting in Mi, and Fang Yun watched the meeting carefully and accurately.

Time soon came to May, and the famous "Zheng Beke Duan Yu Yan" incident occurred. Fang Yun even heard with his own ears the famous saying of Zheng Zhuanggong, "Anyone who does unrighteousness will inevitably die."

After that, Fang Yun continued to watch all the history recorded in the history book "Spring and Autumn" like an audience, and even some events that Confucius deliberately did not mention.

The stories of retreating from three houses, lying on firewood and tasting gall, and the good relationship between Qin and Jin are all vivid in my mind. The Battle of East Gate, the Battle of Changshao, and the Battle of Hongshui are all seen with my own eyes.

While watching the history of more than two hundred years, Fang Yun completely lost the concept of time. He didn't even have time to have any distracting thoughts. He just kept watching, observing and thinking about everything and everyone.

"In the spring of fourteen years, I hunt in the west and catch Lin..."

It was not until the fourteenth year of Duke Ai of Lu that Confucius met Qilin and was canonized, and "Spring and Autumn" was officially completed.

The world in front of Fang Yun gradually blurred, and through the blurry fog, Fang Yun saw the back of an old man.

The old man was very thin. He was holding a knife and pen and silently carving words on the bamboo slips. His hair was white and he was very old, but his hand holding the knife and pen was extremely strong. He carved very slowly, and Fang Yun couldn't see what he was carving, but he felt that his lettering was flowing and very smooth.

Fang Yun looked at the increasingly faint back. At the moment when the world in front of him completely disappeared, the back suddenly grew larger, penetrating the heaven and earth, and illuminating all realms.

"hiss……"

Fang Yun felt his eyes go dark and his mind felt cool. He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was still sitting on the chair for the second competition. A book was less than a foot high from the table and flying towards the bookshelf in mid-air.

On the cover of the book are written the four words "Minutes of Ma Zheng".

Fang Yun clearly remembered that the moment he entered the mysterious river, the "Minutes of Horse Administration" in front of him was about to return to the bookshelf!

Fang Yun was confused, and then he tried to recall, and he was right. He had obviously spent more than two hundred years in an unknown place, and carefully read the history of the Spring and Autumn Period for more than two hundred years, but how could it be that only a moment had passed in reality? ?

"Fang Yun, what's wrong with you?" Qiao Juze stopped reading and looked at Fang Yun nervously. He didn't care at all about delaying his reading time. Even the Ten Nations Competition was not as important as Fang Yun's situation.

Many people stopped reading and looked over. Some people actually had joy hidden in their eyes, hoping that something would happen to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun immediately understood that these people had not heard the bell just now and had no idea what they had experienced, so he smiled and said: "It's nothing, I'm just tired from reading too much. I won't read anymore and take a rest."

"That's good." Qiao Juze observed Fang Yun carefully and was surprised to find that there seemed to be a flash of brilliance in Fang Yun's eyes, and Fang Yun's eyes became deeper than before, which made Qiao Juze think that he was looking at an experienced person. Bachelor's degree.

Seeing Fang Yun close his eyes, Qiao Juze didn't hesitate to ask more questions. He suppressed the questions in his heart and continued reading.

Students from other countries continued to study with joy or disappointment.

Fang Yun felt that all the strength in his body had been taken away, and he lay lazily on the chair. He didn't want to think about anything or do anything. He didn't even want to guess what the river was, and he didn't want to think about why he was finishing reading. Ten thousand books later the bell was heard again.

Fang Yun's breathing became lighter and lighter, and finally he fell asleep peacefully.

"Huh..." Fang Yun snored involuntarily, but as soon as he made a little sound, he was enveloped by invisible power, isolating the inside and outside.