Chapter 1122

There are more and more readers in the stands.

Yan Yukong looked around and said, "this year, there are many more scholars watching the struggle for the first place in the country than in previous years. Last year, it was less than one-third of that at the moment."

"I didn't watch it last year," Conde said.

"I don't care," Fang Yun said.

"The reason why there are so many people this year is mostly for Fang Xusheng. You see, there are obviously the most people in Qingguo and Jingguo."

Fang Yun glanced at Qingguo's stand, then looked at Jingguo, found many acquaintances, and then smiled and nodded.

The people on the Jingguo stand immediately became boiling and talked one after another.

Sun naiyong said helplessly, "why don't you two watch such an important thing as fighting for the head of the country? Fang Xusheng, don't tell me you don't know the rules of fighting for the head of the country."

Fang Yun laughed: "Of course I know. There are three rounds of competing for the first place in the country. The first round is the lotus pool. People write and aspire to attract the power in the pool and form a lotus platform under their seats. The better they aspire, the stronger the power they absorb and the more petals they form when they sit down. After everyone has finished writing, the lotus platform will explode and impact in all directions. Those who have poor aspirations will be pushed out of the lotus leaf by the power of explosion , falling into the water failed. Those who still sit on the lotus platform can get a lotus heart and absorb the power of the lotus pool. As for the lava cave in the second round, everyone sits on the stone pillar in the flame magma. In the cloud sky in the third round, everyone sits on the white cloud. As long as they are impacted and leave the stone pillar or white cloud, they lose. "

"I thought you didn't care," sun naiyong joked.

"It is said that in the funniest year, the strength of more than a dozen top scholars was close. After entering the lotus pool, no one fell into the water, into the lava cave, no one fell into the magma, into the cloud sky, and no one fell from the white clouds. It was spread as a joke."

"It's too difficult to be the leader of the country. After all, the determination, determination and road building are not determined by talent or experience. Although Fang Xusheng has extraordinary strength and amazing talent, it's not surprising if he fails in the struggle for the leader of the country."

Fang Yun nodded gently to express his approval.

"More than a hundred years ago, there was an average number one scholar who inspired his potential in the cloud sky, lined up the rest and became the head of the country. But in the end, he just became an ordinary bachelor, not even a great Confucian. He was called the weakest head of the country."

"However, the normal way to fight for the head of the country is that there are four or five people left in the end, and no one can do anything. The most recent head of the country is Yi Zhishi. Now, Yi Zhishi is already the No. 1 Confucian and has been granted the title of literary giant."

"In the year of Yi Zhishi's palace examination, with him, there were three four talents, but in the end, Yi Zhishi was still promoted to the top of the country."

"If Mr. Zhishi is canonized, the strength of the human race will go further. It was a shame for the human race that the demon emperor fought the four talents alone with his own strength. If Mr. Zhishi achieved semi sainthood and studied the holy way, he may not be weaker than the demon emperor." sun naiyong said.

"It's hard to say that the demon emperor is as strong as the current Fang Xusheng. He is the first Demon Under the demon saint with a barbarian body. He has never failed, which has explained everything. For Mr. Zhishi, the possibility of canonization is 90%, and there is another 10% accident. But for the demon emperor, canonization is just a matter of time. If he didn't want to be buried in the holy Valley, he might have been canonized."

"Speaking of burying the holy Valley, the great Confucians of the human race have begun to prepare. I just got the news yesterday that after the stupid great Confucians got the literary heart of the middle grade spring and autumn accumulation order, the power of war poetry has gone further and has been listed as one of the main candidates by the saints. I don't admire Yi Zhishi or Fang Xusheng, but Mr. Songshi!"

"Not to mention the things that have no shadow, the time is coming, we..."

Before he finished speaking, a strange force fell from the sky. Everyone seemed to think of the saddest thing in his life, and some even couldn't help crying.

At this moment, Fang Yun looked at the flowers and leaves and looked at the people. Everyone was devastated and looked at the sky and around.

Heaven and earth are sad!

"This is..."

The great Confucians on the stand stood up first, and then the others realized something and got up one after another.

Fang Yun quickly stood up and knew what had happened.

No one knows who fell, and there is no warning, but everyone instinctively looks in the direction of Qingguo.

Then the world shook.

The death knell rang all over the world.

In the military of Wu state.

Wearing shining silver armor, a Jinshi general stood in front of two thousand people, pointed to the north, and his tongue burst with spring thunder: "there are barbarians living there who are inferior to pigs and dogs. They seize our land, rob our food and kill our relatives! They are powerful, strong, many in number, and some use weapons. What shall we do?"

The school ground was silent.

"Tell me what to do?"

No one answered.

"Then I'll tell you, kill the fuck! Cut off their hands, break their legs, cut their necks, let them bleed and let them die. That's what we have to do! As for others, it has nothing to do with our soldiers! Now I ask you, what should the demon man do before us?"

"Kill the fuck!" two thousand people shouted in unison!

With a ferocious smile, the black faced general was about to praise the soldiers, but suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Qingguo. Unconsciously, his eyes wept.

Thousands of troops wailed.

Jiaguo, Luxian.

Luxian county is a famous textile County in Jiaguo. Four rivers flow through Luxian county. There are many workshops on both sides of the river, arranged in eight neat rows.

Driven by the flow of water, most workshops made a rumble, but some workshops have been shut down.

Some workers sat in front of the workshop to rest, smoking dry cigarettes and spitting smoke rings.

"Things in Ning'an county are harmful. Look, Lu county is a famous textile county. Even if the clothes are not from Lu County, they are at least from the state. Now it's good. It's hot, and the thin cotton shirts in Ning'an county are on sale; when it's cold, the scarves in Ning'an County appear. It's called a flower branch exhibition. It's very expensive, but the eldest daughter-in-law and little girls like it."

"If you don't accept it, you can't. things of Ning'an brand sell well. Now in Luxian County, I'm afraid thousands of workshops have begun to contract for things of Ning'an brand. Those who insist on not doing contract work have closed down a large area."

"I wonder. It's the world of Mohism to indulge in the state. Mohism will watch people ride on their heads?"

"You don't understand! Ning'an county and Fang Xusheng are ghosts. Ning'an brand has long not belonged to the Ning'an County family. In Fang Xusheng's words, it's called 'technology shares' and gave shares to the Mohist school. The royal family of Jingguo, Ning'an county government, Fang Xusheng, Mohist School and workshop all have shares. Those who work well or manage workshops well have shares in individual workshops and dividends."

"The virtual Saint makes so much money, isn't it a little ugly?"

"If you don't speak, no one treats you as a mute! If you say that again, don't blame me!"

"Brother Wang, I..."

"What am I? Fang Xusheng doesn't want any money from the workshop in Ning'an County! He divides all the money into two parts, one for helping the people in Ning'an county and the other for expanding Fang's library! Don't compare those corrupt officials with Fang Xusheng."

"Yes, Fang Xusheng is different. Fang Xusheng didn't hide it. Ning'an county has been cooperating with the work hall. As before, as long as you pay a sum of money, you can use the technology of new workers in Ning'an. The smartest people in Luxian County spent money to buy those technologies and transform the workshop early. They not only didn't lose money, but earned more than before!"

"Speaking of the first, I still have to thank Fang Xusheng! I'm discussing with my wife whether to go to Jingguo to help Fang Xusheng. We can't do anything else. It's still no problem to build mechanism ordnance and repair mechanism vehicles and ships."

"It's a coincidence that the Mohist school just called people to Jingguo today, and the salary doubled. By the way, I heard that the Mohist school sent out semi holy mechanism animals. Tut Tut, although they tried their best to cover up, it was too big. Something more than ten feet long was still seen."

"What? The semi holy mechanism beasts are out? That thing can resist beating."

"The Mo family is really better than the others. It's right to help Fang Xusheng. If we are in trouble in Jiaguo, Fang Xusheng must also... Eh..."

The chatter suddenly stopped talking and looked in the direction of Qingguo.

Everyone stood up slowly, bowed their heads, and tears flowed silently.

The people mourned.

Xi Yunxiao, the semi saint of Qingguo, fell.

From the northernmost Yumenguan to the southernmost nanshazhou, from the easternmost Luzhou Peninsula to the westernmost Kunlun Mountains, the death knell is ringing everywhere in the world, and the piano sound is crying.

At the moment, it was afternoon. It should have been a clear sky, but the strange black force condensed over the Shengyuan continent and blocked out the sky and the sun. Finally, both the sun and Wenqu star were covered by black, leaving only an imperceptible faint light.

a murky sky over a dark earth.

Under the black, countless white Terran virtual shadows suddenly appeared and bent down to worship.

There are Xi Yunxiao's friends and relatives, residents of the area under Xi Yunxiao's control, and soldiers led by Xi Yunxiao... All the dead who have received Xi Yunxiao's favor appear in the sky at the moment.

See my old friend off.

In the direction of Qingguo, a huge orange talent light column with a diameter of more than ten thousand feet rises rapidly like a fountain, and finally seems to break the sky and stand upright.

Boom

A loud sound that went straight to the soul burst open and fell in the ears of every living creature in Shengyuan continent.

The huge talent light column rose continuously, and then turned into a huge rainbow in the sky, across the East and West.

Talent turns into a rainbow.

Click

After a few breath, the talent rainbow suddenly burst into countless lights scattered between heaven and earth.

Everything in Shengyuan seems to be purified by invisible forces, the darkness dissipates, the sun and Wenqu star reappear in the sky, and everything is like the morning after rain.

Holy meteorite, talent feeds the world.

Three places in the Shengyuan continent suddenly made a clear sound, and then three talent pillars far smaller than before rushed into the sky, and someone was promoted to a great Confucian.

Talent soars into the sky.

On Daofeng mountain, in the holy courtyard and over the temples, translucent figures appear one after another. These figures either look at the direction of Qingguo, or bow their heads in meditation, or look up at the Wenqu star, or close their eyes.

The saints wake up.

An old translucent figure came out of the void, walked slowly in the air, and finally came to many semi holy virtual shadows.

Those semi saints arched their hands together and saluted in the clouds.

"Welcome Wenyou back."

Although Fang Yun and others were in the literary circle of Confucius, they could see all kinds of anomalies in Shengyuan continent.

"Three days of truce!"

The sound of half holy wolf killing spread all over the sky.

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