There are more and more people reading books in the stands.

Yan Yukong looked around and said, "This year, there are many more people watching the fight for the head of the country than in previous years, and last year, it was less than one-third of the current moment. ”

"I didn't watch it last year. Comte argued.

"I didn't care. Fang Yundao.

"The reason why there are so many people this year is that most of them are coming for Fang Xusheng. You see, the Gyeongguk and Gyeongkook areas obviously have the most people. ”

Fang Yun glanced at the stands where Qingguo was, then looked at Jingguo, found many acquaintances, and then smiled and nodded.

The people in the Jingguo stands suddenly boiled and talked about it.

Sun Naiyong said helplessly: "You two don't even watch such an important matter of fighting for the head of the country? Fang Xusheng, don't tell me that you don't know the rules of fighting for the head of the country." ”

Fang Yun smiled: "I naturally know. There are three rounds of fighting for the head of the country. The first round is this lotus pond, and everyone is determined to attract the power in the pond and form a lotus platform under the seat. The better the aspiration, the stronger the force absorbed, and the more petals will form when you sit down. After everyone has finished writing, the lotus platform will burst open when they sit down, impacting in all directions. Those who have poor aspirations will be pushed out of the lotus leaf by the power of the explosion and fail to fall into the water. Those who still sit on the lotus platform can get a lotus heart and absorb the power of the lotus pond. As for the second round of lava caves, everyone sits on a stone pillar in the flame magma, and in the third round of clouds, everyone sits on a white cloud, and as long as they are impacted away from the stone pillar or white cloud, they are considered to lose. ”

"I thought you didn't care. Sun Naiyong quipped.

"I heard that in the funniest year, more than a dozen champions were close in strength, and after entering the lotus pond, no one fell into the water, entered the lava cave, no one fell into the magma, entered the clouds, and no one fell from the white clouds. It's a joke. ”

"It's too difficult to separate the head of state. After all, the determination, determination and path are not determined by talent or experience, don't look at Fang Xusheng's extraordinary strength and amazing talent, but if he fails in the battle for the head of the country, it is not strange at all. ”

Fang Yun nodded lightly, expressing approval.

"More than a hundred years ago, there was a champion of mediocre strength who stimulated his potential in the clouds, lined up the rest, and became the head of the country. But in the end, he just became an ordinary bachelor, and he didn't even become a Confucian. He is known as the weakest head of state. ”

"However, the norm of fighting for the head of the country is that there are still four or five people left in the end, and no one can help anyone. The most recent head of state is Yi Zhishi, and now, Yi Zhishi is already the first Confucian and has been awarded the title of writer. ”

"In the year of Yi Zhishi's palace test, with him, there were three four talents, but in the end, Yi Zhishi was still outstanding. Strive to be the head of the country. ”

"If Mr. Chiyo is canonized, the power of the Terrans will go even further. Back then, the Demon Emperor fought the four great talents on his own, and he was equal, which was a shame for the human race. If Mr. Zhishi achieves demi-sainthood. Studying the Holy Dao is not necessarily weaker than the Demon Emperor. Sun Naiyong said.

"It's hard to say, the strength of the Demon Emperor is not inferior to today's Fang Xuan Saint. He was a barbarian. The achievement of the first demon under the demon saint, never defeated, has explained everything. For Mr. Chiyo. The probability of canonization is ninety percent, and there is one in ten accidents. But for the Demon Emperor, it was only a matter of time before he was canonized, and if he hadn't been for the burial of the Holy Valley, he would probably have been canonized. ”

"Speaking of the Burial Sacred Valley, the Great Confucian of the Human Race has already begun to prepare. I just got the news yesterday that after the stupid Confucian won the heart of the Zhongpin Spring and Autumn Period, the power of the war poetry has gone further, and he has been listed as one of the main candidates by the saints. I don't admire Yi Zhishi, nor do I admire Fang Xusheng, but I only admire Mr. Songshi!"

"Don't talk about those shadowless things, the time is almost up, we ......"

Before Zeng Nianhai finished speaking, a strange force fell from the sky, everyone seemed to remember the saddest thing in their lives, and some people even couldn't help but shed tears.

At this moment, Fang Yun looked at the flowers and sorrows, saw the leaves and leaves, looked at everyone, everyone was grief-stricken, and then looked at the sky and the surroundings.

Heaven and earth are sad!

"It's ......"

The Confucians in the stands were the first to stand up, and then the rest of the people realized something and got up one after another.

Fang Yun hurriedly stood up, already knowing what was happening.

No one knew who had fallen, and there was no warning, but everyone instinctively looked in the direction of Kyungkook.

Then, the heavens and the earth shook.

The death knell rang for a long time, resounding throughout the world.

In the army of the state of Wu.

A Jinshi general, dressed in shining silver armor, stood in front of two thousand people, pointed to the north, and his tongue was full of spring thunder: "There, there live barbarians who are inferior to pigs and dogs, who take our land, rob us of food, and kill our relatives! They are very powerful, physically strong, and numerous, and some can also use weapons. What are we going to do?"

The school field was silent.

"Tell me, what should I do?"

No one answered.

"Then I'll tell you, kill their mothers! Cut off their hands, cut off their legs, cut their necks, make them bleed, let them die, that's what we're going to do! As for the rest, it has nothing to do with us soldiers! Now I ask you, what should we do if the demons are in front of you?"

"Fuck it!" shouted in unison from two thousand people!

The black-faced general smiled hideously and was about to praise the soldiers, but suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Qingguo, unconsciously, his eyes were in tears.

Thousands of troops wept.

Jiaguo, Luxian.

Luxian is a famous textile county in Jiaguo, four rivers flow through Luxian, and the workshops on both sides of the river are lined up in neat rows of eight.

Most of the workshops rumbled under the impetus of the water, but some have been suspended.

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

"Things in Ning'an County are harmful. Look, our Lu County is a famous textile county, and even if the clothes you wear are not from Lu County, they are at least from Xiangzhou. Now it's good, it's hot, Ning'an County's thin cotton shirts are on sale, and when it's cold, Ning'an County's scarves have appeared, which is called a showmanship, which is quite expensive, but the big daughters-in-law and little girls like it. ”

"If you don't accept it, it's not good, Ning'an brand things are selling well. Now in Luxian County, I am afraid that thousands of workshops have begun to OEM for Ning'an brand things, and those who insist on not OEM will go out of business. ”

"I wondered, Xiangzhou is the world of the Mo family, and the Mo family is watching being ridden on the head?"

"You don't understand this! Ning'an County and Fang Xu's holy ghosts. Ning'an brand has long been not a family in Ning'an County, in the words of Fang Xusheng, what is it called 'technology shares', and it was given to the Mo family. Jingguo Imperial Family, Ning'an County Ya, Fang Xusheng, Mojia and Gongdian. There are shares, those who do a good job, or who manage the workshop well, have the shares of a single workshop, and there are dividends. ”

"The Void Saint makes so much money, it's a bit ugly to eat, right?"

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person! If you say that again, don't blame Lao Tzu for turning his face!"

"Brother Wang, I ......"

He divided all the money into two parts, one for the people in Ning'an County, one to help the people of Ning'an County. One was used to expand the Fang Clan's Library! ”

"Yes, Fang Xusheng is different. Fang Xusheng didn't hide it, Ning'an County has been cooperating with Gongdian. As before, as long as you pay a sum of money, you can use Ning'an's new Gongjia technology. The most shrewd people in our Lu County have spent money early on to buy those technologies and transform the workshop, not only did they not lose money, but they made more money than before!"

"Speaking of which. I am discussing with my wife, whether I want to go to Jingguo to help Fang Xusheng, we can't do anything else, it's still no problem to build organ ordnance and repair organ vehicles and ships. ”

"Coincidentally. The Mo family just went to Jingguo today when they convened people, and their wages doubled. By the way, I heard that the Mo family dispatched a demi-saint trap beast, tsk. Although I tried my best to cover it up, it was too big, something more than ten feet long. Or was it seen. ”

"What? The Half-Saint Trap Beasts are all dispatched? ”

"The Mo family is really better than the miscellaneous family, it is right to help Fang Xusheng, if our Jiaguo is in trouble, Fang Xusheng will definitely ...... Huh......"

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

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

All nations mourn.

Qingguo's semi-holy seat is in the sky and falls.

From the northernmost Yumen Pass, to the southernmost Nansha Prefecture, from the easternmost Luzhou Peninsula to the westernmost Kunlun Mountains, the death knell rings everywhere in heaven and earth, and the sound of the piano is mournful.

At this moment, it was afternoon, and it should have been a clear sky, but the strange black power condensed in the sky above the Shengyuan Continent, covering the sky and the sun, and in the end, whether it was the sun or Wenqu Xing, most of them were covered by black, and only the faint light that was imperceptible remained.

Dark all round.

Under the black, countless white phantoms suddenly appeared, bending down to worship.

There are Xi Yunxiao's friends and relatives, there are residents of the jurisdiction governed by Xi Yunxiao, and there are soldiers in the army led by Xi Yunxiao...... All the deceased who have received Xi Yunxiao's favor appear in the sky at this moment.

The deceased saw him off.

In the direction of Qingguo, a huge orange pillar of talent light with a diameter of more than 10,000 zhang rose rapidly like a fountain, and finally seemed to break through the sky and stand up to the sky.

Rumble......

A loud sound that went straight to the soul exploded and fell into the ears of every living being in the Shengyuan Continent.

The huge pillar of talent light continued to rise, and then turned into a huge rainbow in the sky, stretching from east to west.

Only then can the rainbow be gasified.

Click......

After a few breaths, the rainbow of talent suddenly exploded, turning into countless rays of light scattered between heaven and earth.

Everything in the Shengyuan Continent seemed to be purified by an invisible force, the darkness dissipated, the sun and Wenqu stars reappeared in the sky, and everything was like the morning after the rain.

The Holy Fall, the talent feeds back to the heavens and the earth.

Suddenly, there were three places in the Shengyuan Continent that made a crisp sound, and then three pillars of talent qi light that were much smaller than before shot straight into the sky, and someone was promoted to a great confucian.

Talented.

On the inverted peak mountain, in the holy courtyard, above the temples, translucent figures appeared one after another, these figures either looked in the direction of Qingguo, or bowed their heads in contemplation, or looked up at Wenqu Xing, or closed their eyes to recuperate.

The saints awaken.

An old translucent figure walked out of the void, slowly moving forward in mid-air, and finally walked in front of many half-saint phantoms.

Those demi-saints bowed their hands together, and Xi Yunxiao returned the salute.

"Welcome to the return of Wenyou. ”

Although Fang Yun and the others were in the Confucian Saint Literary Realm, they could see all kinds of visions that had occurred in the Shengyuan Continent.

"A three-day truce!"

The sound of the half-holy wolf slaughtering reverberated through the sky.

(To be continued......)