The page disappeared without a trace, and only a cyan dragon skin remained in his hand.

"What's the situation!Who can take this filthy text from thousands of miles away?" Fang Yun immediately looked around, and there was nothing.

Fortunately, this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened, Fang Yun immediately understood, and said silently in his heart: "Strange book world, what about the great Confucian filthy text?"

Fang Yun immediately "saw" a void, a page of dry yellow paper suspended in the void, the blood-colored words on it suddenly beat slowly like blood vessels, the beating sound became louder and louder, and the most common thing was like a drum.

The blood-colored text seemed to be bound by some force, and it was struggling.

Far away at the junction of the Yangtze River and the East China Sea, there is an extremely wide estuary, and in the depths of the estuary, a splendid Jiaolong Palace stands at the bottom of the river.

"Father, that Li Wenying deceived my water tribe too much, please give me a treasure and take back the great Confucian dirty text. ”

"You go and get a drop of my holy blood, and slowly look for the page of the Great Confucian Dirty Text. ”

"Li Wenying has already killed that cheap snake, and he should get it, to deal with Li Wenying, I'm afraid I need a drop of your essence blood. ”

"If he gets it, he will definitely go back to Dayuan Mansion first to let the power of the holy temple wash away, where will he go to the river to do it. That little snake is shrewd, and I'm afraid that she will hide the great Confucian filthy text where she passes. ”

"Okay! I'll turn into a human and look for it slowly. ”

"Well, go ahead...... Wait, don't go. ”

"Father, you ......"

"My holy blood has been erased, the holy temple must not be so fast, it should be the half-saint of the human race! ”

In the mountains and forests, Fang Yun "saw" in the void, and the blood on the page was gradually lifted off the paper by a huge force, and then the blood turned into a small dragon, roaring at the sky, twisting its body frantically.

But the invisible power was extremely terrifying, firmly binding the blood-colored dragon.

Fang Yun couldn't help but wipe a handful of sweat.

"This can't be the legendary half-saint divine thought, right? This drop of blood combined with the divine thought contained in it, the low one has the ability of a scholar, and the high one has the power of a great Confucian, dripping blood to destroy the city, and a single thought to break the mountain. How did Qishu Tiandi do it?"

Fang Yun thought in his heart, and looked carefully at the big Confucian filthy text, the blood on it completely disappeared, the words were golden, exuding a soft glow, and at the same time, an elegant voice came out of the paper, constantly reciting the content on it.

"The aftermath is lingering, I can't be wrong, it must be the manuscript written by Tao Sheng when he was a great Confucian. However, how do you take this thing out? Strange Book World, come to my hand and let me see it. ”

The world of strange books did not move.

"This ......"

Fang Yunzheng suspected that Qishu Tiandi wanted to take the Confucian manuscript for himself, and the fragment of "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" disappeared, and then Fang Yun heard a deafening sound in his ears.

"In the Jin Taiyuan Dynasty, the Wuling people fished for their business. Walk around the river, forget the distance of the road. Suddenly the Peach Blossom Forest ......"

The voice is ethereal, with a wonderful artistic conception that transcends everything, making people feel like entering a beautiful mountain village with peach blossoms in full bloom, forgetting the world, and living forever in the world of "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring".

Fang Yun realized that it was Qishu Tiandi who sent the fragments of "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" into his literary palace, and it was very comfortable to listen to it once, but he was dizzy when he listened to it a second time.

The Great Confucian manuscript has great power, and it can be included in the Wen Palace like the powerful Wen Bao, which is of great benefit to the Wen Palace, but Fang Yun is only a talent now, even if he has the courage to write, he can barely be regarded as half a person, and he still can't withstand the repeated tempering of the aftermath.

After only more than thirty breaths, Fang Yun was a little unbearable, and the Wen Palace shook slightly.

The deafening aftermath disappeared immediately, and he returned to the world of strange books.

Fang Yun glanced at the tiny blood Jiao struggling in the void, returned to the camp in a daze, and fell asleep when he lay down.

In the early morning, nearly 1,000 reinforcements from Dayuan Mansion arrived, and Gezhou Mu came in person after receiving Li Wenying's summons, not only bringing a full five Jinshi officials and sixteen lifting officials, but even an old Hanlin who had just resigned, for fear that something would happen to Fang Yun and others. Everyone gathered the bodies of all the fallen soldiers and walked out of the mountains and forests.

This day is also the day when the "Holy Dao" and "Wenbao" are published.

The "Holy Way" and "Wenbao" were published as scheduled in various parts of the ten countries, and there was no difference from the usual.

However, there are some slight differences outside the literary academies in the ten countries, where the booksellers belonging to the Xuanting Book House wear uniform attire and push carts with advertising banners, and buy large quantities of "Sacred Dao" and "Wenbao" in the literary academy and put them on the carts, and at the same time sell various books such as "The Legend of the West Chamber".

The bookstore of the Academy of Literature in Dayuan Mansion is crowded with people, and there are several times more people than when the "Holy Dao" is released every month, and the liveliness is almost equal to the annual county and government examinations.

"Yo, Liu Lao, why are you here? You are in your eighties, why don't you let someone buy it?"

"I can't wait! I heard that Fang Shuangjia's masterpiece has been published in "Holy Dao" again, three full texts, two co-written, including not only the new Danqing technique that I like, but also help Jianmei Gong change poems, where can I sit still! Old Song, you are also in your seventies, didn't you also come by yourself?"

"Ha Lu Ha, each other. Our Jiangzhou finally produced a great talent, and his poems were published in "Holy Dao", of course I came to buy them personally. Alas, it's a pity, if he had been born fifty years earlier, then "The Burrow" would have been fifty years earlier, and you and I would have been admitted to the exam. ”

"So this time I'm going to buy ten copies, so that all my grandchildren have one copy, and I have to read his poems every day to ensure that I can be admitted to the Juren!"

If you look at these people around you, eight out of ten people are buying them for their children and grandchildren. ”

"He is the first person to invite the Holy Word, and the first person to invite the Holy Choice, whoever does not learn his poetry is a fool! Maybe he will become the first saint in our Dayuan Mansion!"

"Possibly! Then I'll have to find a way to get his ink treasure, so I can use it as a family heirloom in the future!"

"Don't mention it, now the literati all over the city have sharpened their heads and want his Mobao, but he doesn't participate in the poetry and literature club now, and he is dedicated to studying and taking the talent test, and no one has a chance. ”

"Alas, it's May again, the fifth day of the first month is the Dragon Boat Festival, according to the convention, the literati of Qingguo will cross the river again, and we will compete in poetry and dragon boats. We have lost for more than ten years, and I hope Fang Yun will not go to study and make Jingguo embarrassed every year. ”

"yes, alas. ”

When the people nearby heard about the Dragon Boat Festival, their expressions were gloomy.

"Fang Yun is powerful, but this generation of 'Shijun' is in Qingguo, Shijun will not come, but his fellow disciples or disciples are afraid that they will come. Even if there is luck, it is more than lucky. ”

"Yes, the Dragon Boat Festival is not a competition for one person, it is a competition for everyone on board. ”

"Fang Yun will not participate in the Dragon Boat Cultural Meeting. ”

"For what?" many asked.

"Have you forgotten? The dragon boat race is to use poems to attract the vitality of heaven and earth, and those who participate are all lifting people and showing talents, he is a child, even if he writes poems that are more clever than Zhenguo, it is useless. ”

"Alas!"

"Wait for next year. ”

"Fang Yun will definitely be able to do it next year!"

A large number of "Sacred Dao" and "Wenbao" were bought, some would read it immediately, some would read it carefully after dinner, and some would hurry to a secret place outside the city and give dozens of copies of "Shengdao" and "Wenbao" to an eagle demon.

The eagle demon grabbed the wrapped "Holy Dao" and "Wenbao", flew into the clouds, and flew to the Desolate Demon Mountain at an extremely fast speed.

Desolate Demon Mountain, Shocking City Peak, Dream Palace.

All the anti-literati stood in front of the temple, this is what they must do on the first day of the new month, even if they are already anti-literati, even if they hate humans and worship the demon clan, they are still full of fascination with the power of the Holy Dao.

They worship the Word, but they do not honor the people.

A demon servant walked in with a big bag, then took a copy of "The Holy Dao" and a copy of "Wenbao", held it in both hands and handed it to the reverse literati scholar Feng Chengjie on the Dream Palace.

Feng Chengjue glanced at the catalog, snorted coldly, and said: "It's that Fang Yun who is in the limelight again! I hope he will do it himself, if he dares to become a saint showman, I will kill him!

"Li Wenying is naturally not as good as you, you are one of the four great talents of the previous generation. ”

Feng Cheng flipped through the book without hesitation, and said, "I heard that Fang Yun Xiao'er's "Burrow Ming" is good, I haven't read it before, so I just watched it." ”

Soon, Windy City turned to the page where "The Burrow" was, read a few sentences, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but read it slowly.

When I saw half of it, all the words of "The Burrow" suddenly shook slightly, radiating a faint light, and at the same time emitted a deep sound.

"What an ugly thing!"

Windy City and all the rebel literati present screamed.

"Ah......h

Wind City was the worst, his eyes were blinded by the light, there was a crack between Wen Dan and Wen Palace, and the Wen Palace of other reverse literati also had accidents one after another, and the three most unstable people in Wen Palace suddenly bled and fell to the ground and died. There are also a few people whose literary palaces are shattered and completely demented.

Less than half of the people barely supported it, but there were a large number of cracks in the Wen Palace, which were difficult to repair in a short time.

"Damn demi-saints! He actually used the Refining Courage Essay and Confucius's holy words to calculate and wait for us! Report it quickly, so that everyone doesn't read today's "Holy Dao"! Beware of traps!"

"Yes!" a contrarian literati hurried away.

Wind City's face was hideous and terrifying, the hand of the dragon claw grabbed the throne tightly, scattered the powder grabbed by the solid stone throne, gritted his teeth and said: "It must be the demi-saint who is using this text to warn me not to explore the identity of that five-movement scholar! Damn, I could have become a great Confucian soon, but if I am attacked by this sneak attack, not only will it be a long time, but I will even have to go back to the demon world to repair the Wen Palace Wen Guts! Fang Yun, count you unlucky! Immediately pass my order, I want you to kill Fang Yun at all costs! I will go back to the demon world to recuperate now, if Fang Yun does not die when I come back, you will all die!" All going to die!"

"Yes, my lord, we must mobilize all the strength of Jiangzhou to kill Fang Yun!"

Feng Chengjue stood up and walked outside the hall, saying as he went: "Kill Fang Yun, there will be a reward, and you can get a divine fruit that increases your life for fifty years! If you have something to ask for in the future, I will definitely agree! I will eat Fang Yun! Eat him little by little, inch by inch!"

"Yes!"

The rebel literati watched Windy City leave, with sad faces.