Chapter 2669

After Fang Yun finished, he wrote slowly with heavy ink.

Shu Sheng.

When I was young, I knew that things were difficult, and the Central Plains looked like a mountain in the north.

It's better to cross the building ship at night, and the iron horse's autumn wind clears the pass.

The Great Wall is stuffed with empty self-confidence, and the temples in the mirror have been spotted first.

It's really famous to be a teacher for thousands of years!

Poetry, talent straight up, instantly break through the town and country, and finally three inches to spread to the world.

Town and country visions have formed one after another.

The fragrance of books is pungent, the sound spreads thousands of miles, and all sentient beings worship and shine.

Although scholars in the industrial world do not write poetry, they also learn the book of songs. They all understand the true meaning of poetry, but they do not understand the power of poetry. They are happy to see that a poem can form a vision, and praise Zhuge Xiansheng.

Only a few people are reading the poem.

This poem is about the poet who did not know the difficulties of the world when he was young and thought he could easily solve the demon barbarians in the north, but now he looks at the north and understands that there is a mountain of resentment and conquering the demon barbarians is not a thing overnight.

Now I think back to the scene of fighting against demon barbarians at Ning'an ferry, and I think of commanding the army to go north to recover the lost land, even dashangguan, which has been occupied by demon barbarians for a long time.

At first, it was compared to the Great Wall in the north to protect the Terrans, but later, it consumed talent and drama because of the war of Ning'an, resulting in gray temples, and finally failed to completely solve the barbarians.

This makes people can't help remembering Zhuge Liang. His achievements are brilliant and his articles are amazing. He almost protects the state of Shu on his own. No one can get such outstanding contributions as Zhuge's ancestors.

People do not know Fang Yun's deeds in Shengyuan, but they also feel that Fang Yun is modest, mainly to set off Zhuge Xiansheng.

When the visions appeared, the poems on the holy page became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into viscous white light, and the words on it could not be seen.

Then the broken brush in Fang Yun's hand made a light sound of joy, like a long drought and dew.

I saw a slight shock at the tip of the brush to form suction, and the white light of the poetry slowly dissipated out of the white silk thread.

The white silk thread rises slowly and is sucked into the brush.

The ink woman stood on Fang Yun's wrist and clapped her hands happily, with curved eyebrows and eyes.

The inkstone Turtle was extremely manic. He pedaled his four legs and opened his mouth desperately to absorb the white light. Unfortunately, the distance was too far to touch.

People watched curiously as the white light slowly entered the brush, and the broken brush was slowly repaired by the white light.

The ink girl suddenly opened her mouth and spit out a mass of ink, which fell on the top of the pen holder, and the ink slowly integrated into the pen holder.

The inkstone Turtle was furious when he saw this scene. The ink vomited by the ink woman not only had the power of the ink woman, but also had the power of the inkstone turtle.

Under the power of holy page poetry and ink female inkstone turtle, the brush recovers quickly.

After the brush completely absorbs the white light, it is as new as ever. The whole pen emits a soft light, making people feel close.

The ink woman was more excited and kept patting her hands.

The inkstone turtle looked like a hanging ghost. Its four legs were exposed like mud, and its neck was pulled long and loveless.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the temple.

They instinctively stretched out their arms and blocked their faces with their sleeves, but Fang Yun did not move. He saw a holy light flying out of the holy temple and falling on the brush.

Then, the light on the brush surface converges, and finally the whole brush becomes translucent.

Slowly, the top of the brush seemed to emit light, forming a small fountain of light, but three inches high.

The light fountain erupted for more than ten seconds, and finally condensed into a translucent three inch old man.

Fang Yun looked as like as two peas. He looked at the little old man and smiled. The old man was the same as the old one.

However, the little old man looked different from that year. When he saw Fang Yun, he bowed respectfully.

"The little old man has seen the book owner."

Fang Yun was stunned and sighed gently.

The old pen has passed away. This is a new old pen and his own old pen.

Fang Yun suddenly realized that perhaps the old pen could have continued to live, but that meant that he would not choose any owner and would eventually disappear completely. However, the pen old man gave up his last struggle and chose a new life peacefully.

"You will follow me to the world."

When Fang Yun finished, he collected the pen, the old inkstone turtle and the ink woman.

Craftsman's workshop in Shu city.

Since Jing Lan surprised four people in the craftsman's club, the craftsman's workshop has become the most famous workshop nearby. Even in wartime, there are an endless stream of visitors.

But today, the gate of the craftsman's workshop is closed.

In the craftsman's workshop, all the living Haiya scholars and Lei Tingyu sat in the yard.

"That poem has been heard for thousands of miles. There is no accident. It must have been written by Fang Yun."

"That's not necessarily true. The industry may have a genius for writing poetry." Jing Xiao, who was almost killed before, was bandaged all over, failed to restore the power of the great Confucian, and his self-healing ability became very low.

Lei Tingyu glanced at Jing Xiao unhappily and said, "who in the industry can write 'Ning'an ferry'? Moreover, the content of the poetry is in line with the Ning'an experience that Fang Yun later told us."

"This poem is nothing," Jing Xiao whispered.

The master of the well family, Jing bushou, sighed and said, "if it's just a poem, it's nothing. However, Fang Yun flattened the demon and barbarian, even killed the wolf God Emperor and opened the holy ceremony, it's different."

"Why?"

Jingbushou said, "I suspect that whenever an external scholar enters, an emperor will attack the city in the demon world. Killing the emperor should be one of the tests of Zhuge's ancestors."

"Impossible. Didn't Zhuge Xiansheng test the craftsman's technology?" Jing Lan surprised.

Jingbushou shook his head and said, "although Zhuge Xiansheng is a minor craftsman, and the craftsman's talent is very high, which is not inferior to any semi sage, he is a Confucian majoring in Confucianism after all. The test of craftsmanship technology is only one. Calming demons and barbarians is the second. As for the third, it should be related to the article. After all, Zhuge Xiansheng's articles and poems are also extraordinary."

Lei Tingyu said, "these three tests can probably correspond to the three immortality of meritorious service, speech and virtue. Killing demons and barbarians is meritorious service, writing town poems is speech, and spreading the technology of workers is meritorious service, but in the industry, it can be regarded as virtue. Although it is far from the three immortality of Kong Sheng, it can be regarded as the immortality of junior three. It is more than enough to complete the test of semi saint's former residence."

"Ah? Doesn't that mean Fang Yun has passed the test and mastered the semi holy former residence?"

Lei Tingyu smiled and said, "you have lived in the ancient land of Haiya for a long time and don't know the inside story. Once someone passes the test of semi holy former residence, the rest will be sent out. Therefore, as long as we are in the industry one day, Fang Yun will not be able to master semi holy former residence one day. We still have hope!"

Jingbushou said, "yes, Mr. Tingyu is right. Although Fang Yun defeated the demon man, he used the spark huntianjian. It's the so-called invincible. Perhaps the will of the industry will think he cheated and continue to test him. Brother LAN, your craftsman's cultivation is the best among us. Our hope is all in you!"

Jinglan firmly said, "don't worry, family owners. Don't worry. I can be promoted to Wenzong in a month at most. Before long, I am confident to become the first Confucian in the industry and finally win the control of the former residence of semi saint!"

"Come on, a toast to brother Jinglan!"

The crowd held up their glasses.