Night falls.

The battle outside the south of the city was silent, and the poetry ancestor verification ceremony finally began in front of the palace and temple of the middle school in the city.

The capital is empty of thousands of people.

Near the temple, hundreds of thousands of scholars in the capital are looking forward to it, and a little farther away, more than a million people in the capital are either in the Jingguo School Palace or outside the School Palace.

The inside and outside of the school palace have turned into a sea of people.

Since Chen Guanhai was canonized, there is no day in the capital that can be compared with today, whether it is the monarch's ascension to the throne, the beginning of the Confucian Dynasty or the great victory in the north, no one can cause such a huge momentum.

The name of Fang Yun is like the sun in the sky.

Many students in Jingguo looked at Fang Yun enviously, just in terms of fame, Fang Yun had surpassed the Great Confucianism and became the first person under the half-saint Chen Guanhai!

Although the left minister has power all over the world, he has gradually lost the support of the people.

Although the Queen Mother is admired by all the people, she has no literary position after all.

Wen Xiang is upright, but he would rather bend than bend.

Although Generalissimo Chen is unparalleled in military skills, his Chinese name is not obvious except for the army.

The monarch is too young to be admired.

Ye Hongyu looked at the sky, and his gaze slowly swept over everyone in front of the holy temple.

There were hundreds of thousands of people present, and everyone felt that Ye Hongyu had looked at him.

Ye Hongyu said slowly: "Fang Yun has a poem called "Dragon Sword", he has a glimpse of the heavens, and he has a new tongue and sword, and he is suspected of being among the poets. However, the ancestor of the poem is a miracle of the world, and it cannot be said in vain, and it needs to be verified by the Three Treasures. Please "The Book of Law", set points and stop disputes, not lawless and ancient, not following the present. ”

Ye Hongyu said, moving forward.

Everyone present worked together, Yang Yuhuan bowed his head, and Ao Huang and the slave learned to look like a scholar together, folding their hands and bowing their heads.

A treasure light flew out from the sleeve of the night feather, carrying a long silver-white starlight into the sky, and the sound shook thousands of miles.

The holy treasure turns into a star and rises straight into the sky.

During the day, the stars are silent. The stars rise at night, and the clouds are dispelled by the bright lights, and the ten countries are visible.

Countless human races from all over the ten countries looked up in the direction of Jingguo's capital, looking at the stars that were constantly flying high in the sky.

The moment all the readers saw the star, they naturally saw that the star was different from the ordinary stars in the sky, and in that star, an ancient book appeared, and the word "Fajing" was written on the cover of the ancient book.

As everyone knows, the Book of Law was written by the half-saint Li Kui. It is the first complete Legalist classic of the human race.

Readers from all over the ten countries were puzzled, and they didn't know what was going on, but they actually asked for the original "Book of Law", could it be that there was a shocking case?

After the stars of the Dharma Sutra rose to a certain distance, they emitted a faint silver starlight, enveloping the entire temple square.

It was only at this time that Fang Yun understood why Jiang Hechuan had delayed this ceremony until the night.

Make the Ten Nations visible!

"Please "Book of Songs, wind, elegance. Ode, think innocent!"

Fang Yun, like everyone else, made a move again.

A new star is rising in the capital of Jingguo, and the Book of Songs is one of the six classics and compiled by Confucius. It is a sub-holy text, which is more dazzling and brighter than the "Book of Laws", and its brightness even exceeds that of the Wenqu stars in the sky.

See the star of the Book of Songs rise. All the scholars in the ten countries understand that someone may become a poet!

The Ten Nations are boiling.

"Please 'Surprise the Dragon', the first cry of the Dragon. Hit the sky again!"

Everyone present held their breath and stared at the Holy Dao Wenbao belonging to the Eastern Saint King Shocking Dragon!

The third star rises to the sky, tied with the Book of Laws, lower than the Book of Songs.

Everyone saw that there was an ordinary Zhongkaihu pen in this third star, but it was full of supreme majesty.

When Fang Yun saw this, he immediately remembered his experience at the Mid-Autumn Festival in Kongcheng.

At that time, everyone was about to enter the holy ruins, and everyone didn't know that the fierce monarch was going to enter, but they couldn't hide it from the half-saint, and a holy pen suddenly clicked on the fierce monarch.

However, the huge holy pen was intercepted by an equally huge jade seal.

The giant pen was exactly the same as this one.

The starlight emitted by the "Book of Laws" and the "Book of Songs" and the "Dragon Pen" overlapped in front of the temple, but the starlight was very faint, and only people near the school palace could see it, except for the capital, no one could see it clearly.

"Please Fang Yun write the sword poem "Dragon Sword Poem" on the table. ”

"Yes. ”

After Fang Yun agreed, after coming to the table, he saw that there were four treasures of the study room on it, except for a pale golden holy page, which was not ordinary, and the pen, inkstone, etc. were all ordinary things.

Fang Yun slowly wrote "Dragon Sword Poem".

The sword is a double dragon, and the snowflakes shine on the hibiscus...... Male and female will never be separated, and the fetish will meet!

After Fang Yun finished writing, the original Baoguang, the heirloom Baoguang and the poetry ancestor Baoguang appeared one after another.

The war poem did not burn, but remained quietly on the table like an ordinary page.

Suddenly, the stars of the "Book of Law" flashed suddenly, and then, the stars of the "Book of Law" projected a thick pillar of light downward, which could be seen even from an extremely distant place.

This pillar of light was incomparably dazzling, far brighter than the previous starlight.

But in the blink of an eye, the pillar of light of the stars fell, shining on Fang Yun's body.

Many people around were illuminated by the pillar of starry light, but not only did they not brighten in the pillar of light, but instead appeared dim, only Fang Yun was radiant at the moment, like the brightest star in the night.

The inside and outside of the palace were boiling, and everyone cheered loudly, and the voice even overpowered the voice of Ye Hongyu announcing that the "Book of Law" recognized this poem as Fang Yun's voice.

Not only the people in the capital cheered loudly, but also all parts of the ten countries burst into cheers.

"It turned out to be the direction of Jingguo, it must be Fang Yun!"

"Except for Fang Yun, I don't believe that anyone in Jingguo can become a poet ancestor!"

"Fang Yun is talented. ”

The literati from all over the ten countries praised one after another, because everyone knew that even if there were poems of the war in the past, they were all irreplaceable, but no one poet ancestor could replace them! Any poet ancestor would lead an era! Any poet ancestor was a great hero of the human race!

The Xun family, the Zong family, the Lei family, and many other people who had enmity with Fang Yun began to curse.

"The three treasures are reviewed at the same time, but it is just a confirmation of the Book of Laws, and the Book of Poetry may not be confirmed, even if the Book of Poetry is confirmed, the dragon pen may not be confirmed!"

"Who knows what kind of new type of poetry he wrote, maybe it's just a kind of war poetry of little use. ”

"Let's see who has the last laugh!"

After the pillar of light of the "Book of Songs" stabilized, a strange sound spread throughout the Shengyuan Continent again, and I saw that the stars of the "Book of Songs" shook slightly, and a more dazzling light than the pillar of light of the stars of the "Book of Songs" was sent down.

The second pillar of star light fell on Fang Yun. The two pillars of light were added together, and Fang Yun's temperament became more and more extraordinary.

Subsequently, the pillar of star light of the dragon pen appeared and fell on Fang Yun's body.

The Three Treasures recognized that the ancestor of poetry was born.

Fang Yun stood in the area where the three pillars of light overlapped, his clothes were bulging, his black hair was fluttering, like a saint, looking at the void, wandering in all directions.

Billions of Terrans cheered loudly.

Suddenly. A strange sound sounded from the holy page in front of Fang Yun, and the sound seemed to be a combination of the sound of a sword and a dragon's roar.

But in an instant, every living creature in the Shengyuan Continent, whether it was a human race or a demon barbarian, whether it was a bird or a swimming fish, whether it was a tree or an insect beast, heard this strange sound in their ears.

Subsequently, every intelligent being remembered the poem.

"Poetry Ancestor Teaching!" muttered countless people.

Jinshi or scholars above the Jinshi level can use this poem now. And those below the jinshi, once they become jinshi, they do not have to go to the temple to worship, and they can use it immediately.

The poet is practiced by the person who has been taught by the poet's ancestors. The likelihood of elevating this poem is more than ten times greater than that of those who have not attained it!

In the near future, there will be a large number of people who will master the "Dragon Sword Poem" of the second or even third realm.

At the same time, everyone who reads knows that Fang Yun is the ancestor of poetry.

"Xie Fangshi!"

Countless readers bent down and bowed in the direction where Fang Yun was. Perform disciple salutes.

"Shizu is a half-day master. An old man stood in the crowd, looking at Fang Yun and muttering to himself.

Counting houses.

With a snap, the shaft of a hard Xuan pen shattered.

Ji Zhibai, the champion of Jingguo's palace test this year, held the broken pen. Gritting his teeth, he said slowly: "There are thousands of holy ways, thousands of poems, and the poems of Fang Yun, don't learn them!

After Ji Zhibai finished speaking, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the content of "Dragon Sword Poem" was all forgotten by him, and then, his literary courage suddenly dimmed.

Ji Zhibai once used "The Burrow" to sharpen his literary courage.

Left Prime Minister's House.

Zuo Xiang Liu Shan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly.

"Locusts after autumn, time is running out!"

At the same time, many people gave up learning this "Dragon Sword Poem", did not worship Fang Yun, cut off their own path, and forever avoided being Fang Yun's "Heavenly Master Dao".

The Demon Realm, the Sacred Tree.

There was a dead silence.

"Whoever first agrees to gamble with Fang Yun and asks for punishment! Whoever plays please kill Fang Yun with the Moon Tree God Punishment in advance, there will be a heavy reward!"

"What about the tributaries of the primeval galaxy?"

"Hmph, it won't be available until he's finished sixteen poems of the World War. What's more, if he wants to use the Ancient Galaxy, he must cooperate with other divine objects, and most of the other divine objects are only for the enjoyment of the demon saints, how can he get them! Even if he gets those divine objects, he is very likely to be lost in the Ancient Galaxy, unless he can have extremely high achievements in "Spring and Autumn". ”

"I hope that the demon and barbarian clans are safe. ”

Thousands of miles away from the capital, Changhong retreated, the spring rain dissipated, and in a short time, a qiē was restored to its original appearance.

Jiang Hechuan glanced at the three huge Saint Treasure Stars, and said with a smile: "It's just a joke, since you don't want to be blocked, I will follow up and accompany you, which can be regarded as an apology." ”

Zong Wenxiong looked at Jiang Hechuan and said slowly: "I never thought that you could do such a thing for Fang Yun. However, today's matter is not over, it is only the beginning! Jiang Hechuan, we will see you in the Heavenly Prison of the Holy Courtyard!"

Jingguo Xue Palace, in front of the Holy Temple.

Fang Yun's heart fluctuated, now that the Shizu ceremony has been completed, as long as he sends his statue into the Void Saint Garden, then he is the real Shizu. The problem is that the Moontree Divine Punishment is about to be launched.

Fang Yun shook his head slightly, the matter of the Moon Tree Divine Punishment was too important to be said casually, and it could only be borne silently by himself.

The three stars landed, and finally all entered the drinking river shells of the Great Confucian Night Hongyu. (To be continued......)