Chapter 3039

All Qingguo people entered this article with righteous indignation. At the beginning, their blood was boiling, but the more they looked, the more something was wrong, and finally their faces turned red.

The skinny ones just quit when nothing happened.

Cheeky brawling and questioning, the result forced all the great scholars to prove it.

"I'm in the blood mang world. I'm just out of the star gate. I'm an old and new scholar. It's not worth mentioning. I'm about to participate in a breeding conference at the level of a great scholar in the blood mang world. I don't have much time. Just say a few words about the role of Fang Sheng..."

"As a worker's family who once studied the new loom with Fang Sheng, I have something to say..."

"I just returned from the blood awn world and haven't closed my eyes for many days. I just talk about the herbs in the blood awn world..."

Soon, this article was almost as attractive as Fang Yun's.

At first, the great Confucians just talked briefly. Later, the more they talked, the more addicted they became. They began to explain a wide range of new crops, new technologies, new drugs and so on in their replies.

Many of the contents of the replies have been qualified to be published in the holy way, which has aroused the interest of low-level readers and kept taking notes.

So that no one in Qingguo dared to reply later.

The Qingguo people who dare to reply are all on the side of Fang Yun.

Scholars from all over the Terran nation only thought that Fang Yun had made outstanding achievements in war, but when they saw that all the great Confucianism had become "Fang blowing", they realized how big a mistake the author of this article had made.

Later, it was found that the author of this article wanted to delete it, but it was blocked because the saints were paying attention.

After the news spread, everyone could imagine how embarrassed the old Hanlin looked at that time.

This article and Fang Yun's article are circulating all over the Terran at the same time. More and more people are convinced by Fang Yun. Even before, some people thought that Fang Yun killed Qingjun too cruel and became able to understand Fang Yun.

When the early morning sun fell on the Shengyuan continent, Fang Yun had returned to the blood world in Aozhou and continued to spend the new year with his family.

On the seventh day of the lunar new year, Fang Yun officially participated in the canonization ceremony and left Ao Zhou in the blood world.

However, Fang Yun demanded that everything be simplified, so only a few scholars in the holy academy witnessed this small-scale canonization of the Terran.

In view of the last basket, the whole process of the canonization ceremony was presided over by the ceremony hall, and the people of Dongsheng Pavilion could only watch from a distance.

After the canonization ceremony, the saints should have gathered to discuss the new saint, but Wang Jinglong and Chen Qingzhi recovered their wounds, and zongmo couldn't get out, so the new saint's discussion was temporarily cancelled.

At the end of the canonization ceremony, Fang Yun came to an independent courtyard of the holy courtyard under the leadership of the great Confucian Wu Jiu of the temple.

Surrounded by gray walls, covered with black tiles, the vermilion door is open. Through the door, you can see rockery, running water, lotus pond corridor, a garden scene.

Such a large garden house is rare in cities, and it is even more rare on Daofeng mountain.

No admittance unless semi holy.

Fang Yun stood at the door and looked at the dark wordless plaque on the door.

Wu Jiu smiled and said, "Your Majesty Fang Sheng, according to the rules, you should re name this residence before you enter the door."

Fang Yun nodded, raised his right hand and wiped it in the air. Two big yellow characters appeared on the plaque.

Emperor soil.

After the dragon city was opened, the name of emperor Tu spread all over the world. Wu Jiu had heard of this name. It was said that this new saint was really extraordinary and worthy of being the first of all saints.

Fang Yun stepped in, while Wu Jiu and others left.

Fang Yun walked around the imperial courtyard and found that there was no big difference between it and the outside houses, but the room was very large and empty, which was not suitable for living.

This is the safest place for Terrans.

Finally, Fang Yun entered the study.

Ordinary bookcases, ordinary wooden chairs, ordinary bookshelves and ordinary four treasures of study are all ordinary things made by kongcheng merchants.

Everything is new.

Fang Yun glanced, and all the furniture in the house disappeared. In the blink of an eye, a large number of stationery and furniture appeared, which were different from those just now.

The surface of the new stationery and furniture has a light white light, which is like jade that has been played with for more than a century.

Fang Yun sat in his new chair and closed his eyes.

Not long ago, there was a slight and undetectable vibration in the air in the imperial soil yard, which was no greater than the wind raised by a mosquito.

Fang Yun opened his eyes and looked at the door.

An old man in a blue robe came in.

The old man is an ordinary round face with sparse wrinkles. At first glance, he is only 40 or 50 years old. If you look carefully, you will find that he is particularly old. The hem of his blue robe seemed to fade because he had worn it too long, and the hairpin on his head was worn out of black paint.

There was a heavy fog in the old man's eyes. He could not see the pupils and whites of his eyes. It seemed that countless creatures lived in the fog.

He held two jade balls in his left hand. His fingers moved gently, and the jade ball turned slowly.

Different from ordinary people, his two jade balls rotate at a constant speed and never stop, which is particularly strange.

The semi saint of Shu, MI Fengdian.

Rice comes with the holy body, but there is no holy power, just like ordinary old people.

Fang Yun got up slightly and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Mr. Fengdian. He has seen the dust and fog."

Mi Fengdian looked at Fang Yun. His face was expressionless and rigid like a wood carving, but his voice was very gentle, making people feel like a spring breeze.

"It's the old man who should congratulate you. You have broken through the dust and reached the peak. I can't catch sight of the world." Mi Fengdian sincerely praised Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "Mr. Fengdian is very kind. Please sit down."

"Good chair."

Mi Fengdian sat opposite Fang Yun and stretched out his dry right hand to explore the handle carefully.

Like touching a jade.

There are no such chairs in his study.

No living semi saint has such a good chair.

There are only a few such chairs in the former residences of saints.

Fang Yun smiled. He had heard that MI Fengdian liked to collect stationery. Today, it was true.

Fang Yun's eyes swept, and a teapot and tea set appeared on the table. The water in the kettle boiled instantly, flew to half the air, tilted slightly, and the boiled water fell into the teapot. Then the teapot flew up automatically to pour tea for the two people.

The tea mist is like fire, and the fragrance of tea is on my face.

Mi Fengdian reached out and picked up the teacup in front of him. He first took a sip and tasted it carefully, and then drank it.

"Good tea!"

He still doesn't have such a good thing.

Fang Yun also picked up the teacup and tasted it carefully.

They didn't talk, just drinking divine tea.

After drinking the third pot, MI Fengdian reluctantly put down the fragrant divine tea and said: "I'm here for a public and a private life. You are Xinsheng. You are the examiner of this year's imperial examination, and I will send avatars of Yunsheng and I to help. This year's imperial examination will benefit from the more prosperous literary music and stars, and the further increase of admission quota. It will use the Confucian holy literary circle to connect local holy temples and let thousands of students enter the Confucian holy literary circle. The other rules are the same as in previous years. Of course, you are the examiner, and you can modify them as appropriate."

"Without public opinion, Fang Mou is already the examiner?" Fang Yun glanced lightly and looked at Mi Fengdian.

Mi Fengdian slowly turned the two jade balls in his left hand, nodded gently and said, "last year, I was the examiner. This year, I should appoint it unless it is overturned by the saints."

"On the basis of what you said, the number of children admitted this year will increase by 20% of the total." Fang Yun said.

"Oh?" the mist in MI Fengdian's eyes began to flow rapidly.

"These 20% are women's places."

Mi Fengdian's face as dry as bark showed a touch of blood.