Chapter 194

The holy courtyard is the center of the ten countries and the center of scholars all over the world.

Fang Yun thought it was only spread in the semi holy aristocratic family. Unexpectedly, someone deliberately spread it. Qingguo, Wuguo and Meng family were suspected.

"They not only want the Ji family to target me, but also want others to rob me of my blood drop skin. As long as I am in Yuhai City, the blood drop skin is safe, but it's hard to say once I enter the holy ruins."

Subsequently, Li Wenying sent a letter to the geese.

"This year's holy ruins have been determined. Because it appeared two years in advance, the strength of the periphery of the holy ruins is so great that it can only allow people or people with the following literary positions to enter. Today you go to Feng Yuanjun and get a lake shell. He will explain the matters of this year's holy ruins to you. On the tenth day of August, I will take you to Kong City at the foot of the holy courtyard mountain."

Fang Yun returned a letter from a wild goose, thanked Li Wenying, and then went to the literary academy to meet Feng Yuanjun in Yuanjun hall.

After taking his seat, Feng Yuanjun said with a smile, "I heard that your zither skills have not only made great progress, but also triggered discussions among zither players in the city. In the past, some people talked about Fang Yun when discussing poetry, but now some people say that 'the zither will talk about Fang Yun when everyone talks about it'. Even if you study and play the zither at home, you can have a good reputation, which is really envious."

"Lord Feng, you're welcome. It's just a coincidence."

"Now those who sing the word" magpie bridge Fairy "all over the world only sing your 'if the two feelings last for a long time, will they be in the morning and evening'. You say this is also a coincidence? Have you read the Wen Bao on the tenth day of the ninth day?"

"See, the above words are exaggerated." Fang Yun said.

"How can that be called exaggeration? If one retreats from the Jiaowang, the scholar can afford to oppress the Shijun. However, the more important thing is still in the holy ruins." Feng Yuanjun said and handed over a white shell the size of an egg on the table.

Fang Yun took it carefully.

Feng Yuanjun said, "there are only three Hanhu shells in Jiangzhou, which are in the prefecture government, the Prefecture Cultural Academy and the prefecture army. As for the other Hanhu shells in the prefecture army, they belong to the holy Academy in name. Lord Li specially lent you Hanhu shells from the Cultural Academy. You can't live up to his painstaking efforts."

"I understand." Fang Yun looked at the white shell carefully. It was as white as jade. It looked very small. In fact, it was the same kind of heaven and earth shells. It could not be bought for much money.

Feng Yuanjun said: "When Han Hubei is alive, the shell can contain hundreds of miles of sea water. Once han Hubei who has lived for thousands of years dies, it can be sent to the Dragon Palace to make Han Hubei that can be used by the dragon family, and then sent to the holy courtyard to be made into treasures for the human family by the skilled craftsman of the public loser of the Mohist school. There is a square meter in Han Hubei, which can store a lot of things. It is very precious. Ordinary rich families don't have it Yes, at least the semi holy family can have it. As for better drinking Jiangbei, there are only two in Jingguo, not counting the semi holy family. "

Fang Yun nodded and tried to introduce his talent into it. He saw a gap in the white shell, and there was a white shimmer in the gap. Then he "saw" the scene of Hanhu Beinei. The place ten feet square was like a narrow sundry room, in which there were some clothes, weapons, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, among which there were two cultural treasures.

One is the Canglang pen, which is very common in Jingguo, and can be immediately transformed into the war poem Canglang Xing to attack people. The other is the rare galloping literary treasure, galloping horse Paperweight, which injects the power of the ancient Ci Fu galloping horse Fu.

"Thank you for your attention!" Fang Yun was deeply grateful. He didn't expect that they lent him so many things, especially Hanhu shellfish. If they were lost, not only Li Wenying would be punished, but also Feng Yuanjun would be dismissed and investigated. He could no longer hold key positions in the future, unless he could become a university scholar.

Academician Feng smiled and said, "the holy ruins are unusual. Everyone suspects that there are treasures coming out. Those semi holy aristocratic families have paid their blood, and scholars in big countries such as Qi State and Wu state are eager to try. Our king state has always been weak, so it's not easy to borrow these from you. Unfortunately, you're not a person. If you raise people, I'll help you borrow more scholars' treasures."

Fang Yun said, "thank you, Lord Feng. But since we all suspect that there are treasures coming out, are there more places in the holy ruins than usual?"

"Yes, not only more, but also five times as many as eight years ago! Each of the ten countries has 50 scholars and 50 scholars, and each semi Saint family can have 30 people, the Asia Saint family has 50 people, and the Kong Saint family has a full 100 places. According to the rules, the Kong Saint family only has 50 places, and the rest are for the children of other semi Saint families to compete. However, there are only 49 now, of which One is yours. "

Fang Yun showed helplessness and said, "there is no shortage of places in Jingguo. Lord Dongsheng will really give me trouble. There are thousands of people entering the holy ruins this time?"

"How can it be? It's just a quota, not a qualification. Of the 4000 people, only 100 can enter the holy ruins in the end." Feng Yuanjun said.

"Only a hundred people? That's too little." Fang Yun said.

"Eight years ago, there were only thirty people! Apart from anything else, Hanhu berry had some books. Did you see them?"

"I see."

"Inside is the travel notes written by Chinese people in Jing, all about the holy ruins. Because some things are too... Special, they can't be sold." Feng Yuanjun looked a little strange.

Fang Yun looked at Feng Yuanjun and felt a move in his heart. He saw the shell containing the lake shell open and spew out a white light. The white light flew to Fang Yun's hand and quickly grew larger. The light dissipated and revealed a book.

Fang Yun quickly turned a few pages. The more he looked, the more frightened he was and the more fascinated he was. After reading the book quickly, he raised his head, took the book and asked, "are the records in it true?"

"Of course, otherwise I won't show you." Feng Yuanjun said.

Fang Yun frowned and said, "so the power in the holy ruins is very strange. There is no binding force of the oath?"

"There is no power constraint of 'ritual', which is one of the characteristics of the ancient land. It is precisely because of this that once the saints get the ancient land, they can transform it. For example, Shushan, why can people get power and Wenxin when they go to Shushan? It is because Shushan is changed by the power of Confucius."

"The book says that it doesn't matter if the people of the ten countries kill each other in the holy ruins, because it is the default rule of the saints. Once out of the holy ruins, anything that happens in it can't be used as an excuse to attack others, and the ten countries and the Holy courtyard don't care. It seems that there's something else in it?"

Feng Yuanjun was silent for a moment and said, "there are different opinions on this matter. So far, there is no final conclusion. If the sage doesn't speak, we can't make a random conclusion."

"Alas, it seems that there are many secrets in the holy ruins." Fang Yun asked.

"Every ancient place has a big secret!" Feng Yuanjun said solemnly.

"By the way, how to choose thousands of candidates and 100 people?" Fang Yun asked.

"Choose 80 for everyone and 20 for scholars. You don't have to consider so much. You are a scholar. As long as you are in the top 20 among scholars, you can enter the holy ruins."

"That's good."

Feng Yuanjun looked at Fang Yun and said slowly: "There are crises everywhere in the holy ruins. Even the semi holy talents have died in it. But even if it is so dangerous, the disciples of all holy aristocratic families are striving to advance, which must have great benefits we don't know. Even those hidden aristocratic families will come out together every time they come to the holy ruins, including the Kong family. Therefore, you must go all out to obtain the qualification and join the middle school The Autumn Cultural Conference will press ten countries above. "

"Don't worry, Lord Feng. I will do my best."

"That's good. Go home and get ready."

Fang Yun said goodbye to Feng Yuanjun. On his way home, he read Hanhu Berry's book. After reading one, there was one more book in the world of strange books.

The more Fang Yun read, the more he felt the difficulty of the holy ruins.

After reading seven travel notes, Fang Yun suddenly took out all the books, then turned to 24 travel notes and only looked at the author.

Except for the four authors who were unknown or died young, the twenty authors were all famous figures in Jingguo. Each of them became at least a bachelor, and eight of them even became great Confucianism. The names of Li Wenying and Wen Xiang were among them.

"This holy ruins is more special than expected," Fang Yun thought.

When he got home, Fang Yun took a short rest and practiced the piano. After practicing for a while, he suddenly stopped, raised the Zhendan piano and looked down. There were many cracks on the surface of the wooden piano frame.

"After all, it's a banjo. The strings and sounds contain strong power. Ordinary piano frames can't bear it. I'm afraid even stone ones can't last long. What should be the way?"

Fang Yun entered the world of strange books. He once bought hundreds of books related to piano and Taoism, and then got into it. He hasn't read any books except music scores and teaching books.

In the world of rare books, Fang Yun read quickly. After only a quarter of an hour, Fang Yun found a way.

"It turns out that this can be avoided by using the bones, horns and fur of all kinds of monsters. Especially when playing war music, these things must be padded under it, otherwise it will break the piano frame and cause the piano to fall. This is the Jinshi Wenbao. I can use the monster handsome thing of the same level as the Jinshi, and the monster Marquis of the higher level is better."

After looking for it for a long time, Fang Yun found that only blood drop animal skin and Jiaowang dragon horn could pad the piano in his home.

"The animal skin is too small to be padded. The Jiao king is a demon king, one level higher than the demon marquis. It seems a bit wasteful. The book says that the Dragon horn padded piano has an excellent effect. It can reduce the downward sound of the piano and concentrate the power of the piano in the front, which is equivalent to enhancing the power of the war music in a disguised form. I'm afraid that with a better Wen Baoqin in the future, it really needs to use the Jiao King's Dragon horn, so just intercept four jiao King's Dragon horns Stick it under the piano. No matter where you play the piano in the future, you won't hurt the piano stand. "

Fang Yun did what he said. After taking the Dragon horn, he found that it was too hard. He had to cut it slowly with a particularly hard saw and then polish it. So he took a dragon horn to Yinlong Pavilion and asked the craftsman of Yinlong pavilion to help intercept four cylindrical dragon horns.

When sawing the Dragon horn, some powder fell out and was collected by the craftsman. The powder was only as small as the fingernail of the little thumb, but the craftsman solemnly packed it.

Fang Yun weighed down. Although there were few things, they were heavy. He asked casually, "how much are these dragon horn powders?"

"If you sell it in a drugstore, it's worth at least 1000 liang of silver."

Fang Yun silently looked at four one inch high dragon horn piano mats, each of which was no less than 50000 Liang silver.

Then Fang Yun went to wenyouxuan again and asked the zither maker to help stick the Longjiao zither pad under the Zhendan zither. Then he tried. The sound was slightly different from that before.