Fang Yun recalled the bits and pieces about Liushan in his mind, and found a few good means of attacking.

Back in Quanyuan, without the government affairs of Ning'an County to deal with, Fang Yun was still a little uncomfortable, so he chatted and played with his family.

He was too busy in Ning'an before, and Fang Yun didn't have much time to accompany Yang Yuhuan and Nunu, so he played with the two of them until late at night today.

After late at night, Fang Yun went to the bamboo forest of Quanyuan, took out the Jiaowang dragon horn, and then spit out his lips and tongue the sword, and sharpened the real dragon ancient sword with the dragon horn of the Jiaowang.

Fang Yun had two Jiaowang Dragon horns, each five feet high, but now the first one was only three feet.

When he was a jinshi, the effect of sharpening the lip spear and tongue sword with Jiaowang dragon horn was excellent, and the lip spear and tongue sword entered the realm very quickly.

Now, the True Dragon Ancient Sword is strong to a certain extent, and the effect of sharpening it with Jiaowang Dragon Horn is far less than before, which is equivalent to a waste of time for Fang Yun.

Fang Yun thought for a moment and took out a two-and-a-half-foot dragon king horn.

This dragon horn originated from the holy ruins, obtained from a piece of qi and blood containing lake shells, Fang Yun has always been reluctant to use it, and now is the best time to use it.

Fang Yun stood the pale golden dragon king dragon horn in front of him, clenched his hands tightly, and saw that the tip of the True Dragon Ancient Sword was against the upper end of the dragon horn, and the ancient sword slowly moved forward, starting from the tip of the sword, the blade slowly slashed through the dragon horn, and finally reached the hilt part of the True Dragon Ancient Sword.

A shallow scratch appeared on the dragon's horns, and a trace of bone powder that had lost its strength drifted away in the wind.

On the blade of the True Dragon Holy Sword, there was an extra layer of light, and the light slowly seeped into the sword body, and then disappeared.

The True Dragon Ancient Sword sank a little bit more than before.

Fang Yun's face was happy, this dragon horn belonged to the Great Dragon King, not only was his rank higher than that of the Jiao King, but also that of the Dragon Clan, and he was born higher than the Jiao Dragon. The effect of this horn on the True Dragon Ancient Sword is more than twenty times that of the Jiaowang Dragon Horn!

"Okay! Last year, I also got a dragon saint skull and part of the spine on the dragon platform, because it was discovered by many people, so it has been handed over to the Holy Courtyard. Half of them went to the Holy House. And the Holy Courtyard is not for nothing, but it will give us treasures of equal value and divide them among us. As for the other half, the dragon horn is the most precious, and I have half a dragon horn and some ordinary dragon bones alone, and the rest of the people have half a dragon horn. When you become a scholar, you must go to the Holy Courtyard to retrieve half of the dragon horn, and sharpen the True Dragon Ancient Sword with the Dragon Saint Dragon Horn, which is enough to make the power of the True Dragon Ancient Sword grow by leaps and bounds. ”

After that, Fang Yun first released the official seal, asking the great Confucian who protected him to isolate the voice of the bamboo forest. Prevent it from spreading, and then start to consume your talents and cultivate all kinds of war poems.

When he was in Ning'an, Fang Yun had already learned all the hand-me-down Hanlin battle poems in the Holy Temple, and he could slowly become familiar with them today, and at the same time, he would not forget to cultivate other battle poems.

The reason why a scholar can practice the poems of the three realms or even the four realms is that in addition to understanding the true meaning of the poems themselves, the most important thing is to practice hard, and they must continue to use them in order to better master them.

In addition to being constantly practicing. It should also be used in actual combat, and the process of using it in actual combat is more efficient than that of a person's hard training.

When there was only one-fifth of his talent left, Fang Yun stopped cultivating.

It was two o'clock in the morning. There are still two hours left before Fang Yun's normal sleeping time, and just after participating in the champion banquet, Fang Yun can rest completely, at least two more hours of sleep.

Fang Yun returned to the courtyard. The station is oriented to both sides, with the study on the left and the bedroom on the right.

Think about it. Fang Yun sighed lightly, walked to the study, read and studied, and used the last bit of talent to write the "History of the Ancient Demon".

It wasn't until four o'clock in the morning that Fang Yun returned to the bedroom as usual.

It's still the same old taste.

The next day, Fang Yun and his family went to Jingguo Xue Palace, and on the way, they got a great piece of good news.

Within five years, all new jinshi who have never entered Xuehai are eligible to enter Xuehai!

Any jinshi who has never entered Xuehai, as long as they are under the age of 60 and have made meritorious contributions to the human race, can apply to enter Xuehai.

Anyone with a higher academic rank than Jinshi, as long as they have never entered Xuehai, regardless of age, can enter Xuehai this year!

After Fang Yun got the news, three words came to his mind, big deal!

The saints are bold.

Every year, the mountains of books are opened, and a lot of talent is consumed, but not everyone has enough harvest, if everyone is allowed to enter, the gains outweigh the losses.

This year, Wenqu will fall from the sky, and the total amount of talent in the Shengyuan Continent will inevitably show explosive growth, and many readers will also break through because of this, so the readers who could not enter the sea of books back then will be eligible to participate after the quota is relaxed.

This is a big gamble, because the amount of talent consumed this year is bound to be incomparably huge, and if these scholars can't make enough contributions to the human race in the future, the saints will lose.

There is a song from heaven, and the saints have a reason to do so.

"The Terrans have finally begun to enter a period of rapid development......"

Fang Yun went back halfway, because this time it involved people from all over the Terran and even the ancient land. This time, there were too many scholars who were eligible to participate in Xuehai, and they had to be given enough time to review and wait for them to return to the nearest temple, so it was postponed until three days later.

When he returned home, Fang Yun did not bury his head in hard study, but sent an invitation to his friends in the capital, saying that in order to celebrate his success, he would go to Tongshan Mountain three hundred miles away in the capital tomorrow for an outing.

Three hundred miles is not a short distance, even if you ride a horse, it will take more than an hour.

Fang Yun rarely socialized, and almost never took the initiative to invite people to the party, so all the people who received the invitation enthusiastically participated, and no one refused.

In the early morning of the fifth day of the first day of November, the sky in the capital is bright, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded on the streets, and the sound of horses' hooves is even more dense near the north of the city.

Not long after, there were thousands of horses and scholars gathered outside the north gate of the capital, among which there were more than 50 female knights who did not let the eyebrows be shaved, and the eldest princess Zhao Hongjiao was also among them, dressed in red, heroic and cool, surrounded by many female knights.

These young people riding gathered in groups of three or five and talked loudly, and many of them were rare purebred coeds.

Everyone who passed by was secretly frightened, because these people were the worst people, and there were even a few Hanlin, and everyone had a lot of fame in the capital, from rookies from poor families to children of families, there was no shortage of young people at any level.

As soon as the hour came, Fang Yun appeared at the north gate of the capital, looking at thousands of people blankly.

Fang Yun turned his head and asked Fang Yingwu behind him, and said, "I only wrote more than 100 invitations yesterday, what means did you use to give 100 invitations to more than 1,000 people?"

Fang Yingwu smiled helplessly: "No way, the invitation card doesn't say that you can't invite relatives and friends to come together, as soon as these people hear that you are going to hold a horse meeting, they will come with their heads sharpened." ”

"I'm not a horse club, it's just an ordinary outing. ”

"What is in Tongshan, everyone knows it, many people suspect that your trip is related to Zuo Xiang, but they don't know what you want to do, of course, you have to follow the excitement. ”

"There are really a lot of smart people!" Fang Yun smiled. (To be continued......)