Chapter 2668

Zhao Qianzhang looked up at the sky in surprise, but he didn't see anything.

Seeing that Fang Yun didn't speak and didn't ask much, Zhao Qianzhang said, "this is an unprecedented victory in the industry. After cleaning up the remnants of demon barbarians, please lead Fang Xusheng to the God craftsman hall to hold a holy ceremony and worship the ancestors of Zhuge with the death of hundreds of millions of demon barbarians."

"Of course."

When Fang Yun finished, he suddenly remembered something and said, "how are the great Confucians of Haiya now?"

Zhao Qianzhang's eyes flashed coldly and said, "all the Haiya scholars in Sichuan city died in the war. As for the Haiya scholars in other places, they are preparing for the divine craftsman's meeting next month. Since the demons have been eliminated, I'm willing to solve all the hidden dangers for you."

Fang Yun didn't ask Zhao Qianzhang what means he used to kill those people in Chuancheng, but said, "No. just stop them from participating in the holy ceremony. After the holy ceremony, there is no need to impose any restrictions on them. After all, they are also part of the industry and will always contribute to the industry."

Zhao Qianzhang didn't quite understand Fang Yun's meaning, but he firmly promised, "as you wish."

Fang Yun stretched out his hand and collected the standing bones of the wolf emperor into the shell of heaven and earth.

Zhao Qianzhang said in a low voice, "Fang Xusheng, there is one thing that I don't know should be said or not."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Other sea cliff scholars are mediocre and insignificant. The craftsman of Jinglan has a deep cultivation, but he is not under the old age. On that day, the old man observed carefully, and he even surpassed him in some aspects. It seems that his craftsmanship technology is not derived from the holy way preached by Zhuge's former holy place." Zhao Qianzhang said.

Fang Yun nodded and said, "Shengyuan and Haiya ancient land communicate every few years. Jing Lan has also been to Shengyuan for many times. It's not surprising that he studied with many famous workers and even entered the semi holy family of workers. He surpassed you in some aspects."

"He used technology to win over some craftsmen a few days ago. If he continues, I'm afraid he will gather a lot of forces." Zhao Qianzhang's tone was slightly worried.

"I have my own discretion. As long as he abides by the rules of the industry, what's wrong with being big?" Fang Yun smiled.

"It seems that you have other means. I'm worried too much." Zhao Qianzhang was relieved.

Three days later.

Before dawn, the city of Shu was like an empty city, because most of the city people had arrived at the foot of the Shu mountain in the north of the city.

At the foot of Shu mountain, there are not only residents of Shu City, but also people from the other nine cities.

The people of the other nine cities began to travel day and night with various organs or vehicles and horses a few days ago, just for today.

At the foot of Shushan mountain, the number of people has reached tens of millions.

On the hillside of Shu mountain, there is a palace that is not particularly magnificent. However, this palace is far more exquisite than any building, and even has a feeling of being fully integrated into the mountains and rivers, incomparably harmonious.

The temple of divine craftsman is the technical crystallization of the great Confucians in the industrial world.

The square in front of the God craftsman's hall is full of reading craftsmen from all over the world, quietly waiting for the holy ceremony.

As soon as the time came, the drums shook the sky, chimes burst and music curled.

After that, the great Confucians began to sacrifice according to the improved Zhou rites.

Burn the calf on the altar of Thailand to sacrifice to heaven.

Dig a pit in texay and bury the calf as a sacrifice to the ground.

After that, they offered sacrifices to four seasons, sun, moon, stars, water, four directions and all mountains and rivers.

After sacrificing everything in heaven and earth, Fang Yun wore a robe and offered sacrifices to Kong Sheng first, and then to the six Asian saints.

Finally, Fang Yun led all the great Confucians and scholars to the Zhuge holy temple to burn incense and worship, read out the sacrifice, and offer sacrifices with the great merit of killing demons and barbarians.

After the memorial was read out, Fang Yun held the memorial in both hands and lit it on the incense candle. Then he gently released his hand and saw that the memorial was completely burned and finally turned into a little light and flew into the Zhuge holy temple.

Everyone thought it was over, but the main clock in the craftsman's Hall suddenly made a deafening sound.

The sound was heard from all over the world and spread all over the industry.

This sound is far more than that of the previous craftsmanship.

Many scholars and craftsmen were stunned, surprised and happy, because it is said that after Zhuge's first holy meteor, the main clock of the divine craftsman hall sounded such a grand bell.

After the bell dissipated, I saw an old brush about a foot long flying out of the hall and falling in front of Fang Yun under the light white light.

The crowd was just curious to observe the brush they had never seen before, but Fang Yun was stunned.

Fang Yun has seen this brush.

When he was in the holy ruins, this brush was under his feet.

However, there is no breath of old pen at the moment.

Fang Yun thought that the old pen would appear in front of him, rather than a separate brush.

When Fang Yun was besieged by the great Confucians on the outer sea cliff of the former residence of semi saint, Fang Yun rushed into the former residence of semi saint because he heard the voice of Bi Lao saying that the former residence of semi saint was about to open.

Fang Yun recalled the old voice of pen before. It was very old, even intermittent. It was obvious that it was time to die.

Now, this broken brush flies in front of Fang Yun, which is the destination that the old pen finds for himself.

However, the pen is broken and unable to return to the sky.

Fang Yun's heart was mourning for old pen. The inkstone turtle suddenly flew out of the shell of heaven and earth and floated in the air. He stared at old pen and showed the color of greed.

As before, most of her body was soaked in ink, and only the position above her upper lip came out of the water.

Gollum

The ink girl spits bubbles in the ink. Fang Yun looks at the ink girl in doubt.

The ink woman continued to spit bubbles, but Fang Yun could hear the sound of those bubbles, which was similar to the sound of God, conveying the words of the ink woman.

"Four treasures... Get together... Give a gift to... Old pen... Rebirth... Four treasures... Get together... Give a gift to... Old pen... Rebirth..."

The Mexican girl was afraid that Fang Yun could not hear clearly and kept repeating the same sentence.

Fang Yun suddenly realized that he smiled at the ink woman and nodded his thanks.

The inkstone turtle suddenly ran up and bit the brush, and was about to escape.

But how could it escape Fang Yun's palm? Fang Yun held out his hand like lightning, grabbed his neck and took the brush back from his mouth.

The inkstone turtle's four legs pedaled disorderly, but there was no way for Fang Yun. He had to crook his neck and glare at Fang Yun. He continued to pedal disorderly on his four legs, like an old bastard splashing water.

Fang Yun's mind moved, and a pale golden holy page flew out of the seashells of heaven and earth and suspended in front of him.

Fang Yun held a brush in her right hand and dipped it in ink. The ink girl went up with the trend. The ink under her waist was like a water snake. She wrapped Fang Yun's right hand and finally stopped at Fang Yun's wrist. She was quite shy and didn't dare to look at Fang Yun.

The inkstone turtle also straightened his neck to see what Fang Yun wrote. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun dropped his left hand and put his neck on his side, just like carrying a bag.

The inkstone Turtle was very angry and kicked his legs wildly.

The nearby scholars and craftsmen were stunned. They didn't know what had happened, but they all looked at the inkstone turtle like Xiao Wang with pity.

Fang Yun ignored the inkstone turtle, concentrated on holding the pen, and after a few breaths, Lang said: "the younger generation Fang Yun, fortunately, came here and was happy to have an old pen. He should write a poem as a gift to Zhuge's sage, spread his fame and show his virtue and righteousness."