The Jiangzhou scholar was talking in a low voice, and Zong Ganyu suddenly said with a spring thunder: "Brother Zhishi, Fang Xusheng doesn't want to be faceless, he doesn't apologize at all for killing the head of the Lei family, he doesn't apologize for his mistakes at all, and insists on comparing himself with Zhang Longxiang Wen, since you are here, then comment in front of Wenbi, who of the two has a bigger victory." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"What?"

"Yi Zhishi?"

"The writer is here?"

Everyone looked around, surprised and excited, in terms of status, the Void Saint and the Writer are on an equal footing, but the Void Saint's false name is high, and the Writer's real name is high.

If you only talk about the most important literary position of a scholar, Fang Yun, a virtual saint, is far inferior to a writer.

No matter how appealing Fang Yun is now, as long as he is not a writer, he will never be able to surpass Yi Zhishi in the minds of readers.

As the first person under the half-saint, Yi Zhishi has rarely appeared in recent years, and everyone expects that Yi Zhishi will be canonized in the next few years, but everyone expected to be too optimistic, and Yi Zhishi is too young in the great Confucianism after all.

After all, the generation of scholars of the same generation as Yi Zhishi had just been promoted to Confucianism for a few years.

After all, Yi Zhishi is not yet sixty years old, not even an old man, and he is still in the prime of life.

Fang Yun has landed on the wall of Yueyang Tower, and he secretly sighed in his heart that he is worthy of being a generation of writers, he has searched hundreds of times with the official seal before, and Liushan Zuoxiang was discovered by himself for the first time, but he still can't find where Yi Zhishi is.

This means that Yi Zhishi is infinitely close to the Holy Path, and one step further is to establish the foundation of the Holy Path.

In this case, unless Fang Yun consumed the talent of the Holy Temple to explore everyone one by one, it would be impossible to find out Yi Zhishi at all.

Fang Yun even suspected that he had seen Yi Zhishi many times, but because Yi Zhishi didn't want to show his face, as long as he didn't stand in front of him and look carefully, he would never realize that the person he saw was Yi Zhishi.

The understanding and application of the Holy Word between the two people was very different.

Fang Yun has not touched the Holy Dao so far, while Yi Zhishi has indeed touched the Holy Dao.

Everyone is still searching, but no one has seen Yi Zhishi.

Including the Great Confucian.

Soon, those who were more experienced in reading showed shocked expressions, only to find that Yi Zhishi's strength had reached an extremely high level, except for the demi-saint, he might be the only one in the world who could do it, even in the crowd, no one would find out.

Fang Yun closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes, slowly scanning the millions of people below.

Since you can't feel the way you know it, you can use the stupidest way to use the changes in the crowd to lock the position of the Yi Zhishi, as long as you are aware of the location of the Yi Zhishi, as long as you don't use the art of war or the talent to deliberately change your appearance, you will show your tracks.

After more than thirty breaths, Fang Yun finally found that there was a very peculiar place, and the people nearby took the initiative to move to the sides, but no one walked in the middle.

Fang Yun knew that Yi Zhishi must be there, but his gaze seemed to be disturbed by a strange force, and Yi Zhishi seemed to be always walking in his blind spot, so he would never see Yi Zhishi's true location.

Fang Yun breathed slowly, mobilized the power of the scholar to the extreme, and after another twenty breaths, he finally got rid of the influence of the invisible force, and officially saw a person who didn't know how to describe it.

This person was dressed in a Confucian purple robe, with long hair draped behind him like black and shiny satin, and only his sideburns were silver-white.

The moment he saw this person, Fang Yun was in a trance, and he didn't know how to judge this person's age, because at first glance, even though this person's body was mostly covered by a robe, his face was like white jade, and his exposed skin was as fine as clotted fat, like a young man in his early twenties.

However, a closer look at this person's face reveals that his face has left traces of time, like a middle-aged man in his thirties, like the growth rings of a tree, recording his real experience.

However, if you look at his eyes, they are deep and mysterious, and they are extremely dark, as if a huge whirlpool can suck the light of heaven and earth into his eyes, so that where he is, only his eyes are bright in heaven and earth.

His eyes shone with the light of wisdom, as if he was the only wise man in this world, and only he could lead the human race on the right path, and everything that opposed him was a demonic crookedness.

The appearance of a young man, the look of a middle-aged man, the gaze of an old man, perfectly focused on one person.

There is no joy or sorrow on his face, in his eyes, millions of people are like grass in the field, thousands of scholars are like flowers in the mountains, he comes, like a breeze blowing, he leaves, unstained with dust.

In the Yueyang Tower in the middle of the night, a bright moon came, carrying the autumn wind, and the dragon and tiger were lying down.

The man looked up slightly at the wall.

The moonlight shines alone on Yueyang Tower.

The bright moon is in the sky, the Wenqu star hangs in the sky, under the light of the full moon and the light of the Wenqu star, the two geniuses with the most famous names of the human race intersect in all directions.

Millions of people froze at this moment, and it was as if there were only two people left in this world.

The corners of Yi Zhishi's mouth curved in an undetectable arc, nodded slightly, and then walked forward slowly with his eyes level.

When his feet hit the ground, the world is still, and when he takes a step, everything dares to move.

The ordinary black cloth shoes seem to be stepping on the intersection of all things and death.

Everyone was still looking around, but Fang Yun and the Great Confucians were staring at Yi Zhishi.

Yi Zhishi's gaze swept over the familiar Daru one by one, and nodded lightly for the second time.

Every Confucian felt that Yi Zhishi only nodded to himself.

It wasn't until Yi Zhishi walked to the first seat that the rest of the people were shocked.

"Mr. Chiyo is here. ”

"It's really Yi Wenhao!"

"How many years have I not seen him? ”

"Just looking at his back, I thought he was taller than the city walls. ”

"Tsk, this is the master, Shenlong saw the head but didn't see the end, he obviously came all the way, and none of us found out. Behold, the men behind him set aside a path for him, and even then the people on either side of the road did not see him. ”

"Amazing, amazing. ”

"He is worthy of being a great man who has stepped into the holy path with one foot, and he is completely unable to understand his current realm. ”

"No, is he invited by Qingguo?"

"It's over...... No wonder some people speculate that a big man will come to the scene to overwhelm Fang Xusheng, no wonder the Qingjun Sect and the Lei family dare to join forces here, it turns out that Yi Zhishi is going to make a move!"

"Mr. Zhishi's talent and reputation are on par with Fang Xusheng, but he is old and has a high literary position, if he really participates in the literary competition, Fang Xusheng has already lost half of it, as soon as Zhang Longxiang comes on the field, he will know immediately!"

"Brother Yi!" Jiang Hechuan took the initiative to greet him with a fist, politely.

"Brother Zhishi!" Zong Ganyu's tone was much kinder.

"Mr. Zhishi!" Qingjun bowed down respectfully to greet him.

Everyone present took the initiative to greet them.

The strength gathered by the Lei family, the Zong family, Qingjun, Qingguo officials, Bakong Mountain and Qingjiang Commercial Bank before all seemed to be pouring towards Yi Zhishi, as if they had made a wedding dress for this writer.

. (To be continued.) )