The sun was only half a small part of the sun, and the sky seemed to have a huge paintbrush, painting the blue into a deep blue, and finally a pitch black.

In front of the temple, the yellow dragon opened the road, and the carriage was behind, and everyone retreated.

Fang Yun looked out the window at a group of Jingguo scholars, smiling, these people's pride was unprecedentedly high, Huanglong was a soldier, compared to Fang Yun becoming the first Jinshi of the Ten Kingdoms, which made Jingguo people even more proud.

Ao Huang was extremely aggrieved all the way, and felt more and more that the place with many people was simply the tomb of the dragon clan.

When the car drove to the outside of the Temple Square, the wide crowd consciously walked to the sides, leaving a wide avenue for the rest of the people.

Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan held hands and looked at the windows on both sides, and they were full of readers.

Light blue willow leaf children's robes, dark blue bamboo leaf Xiucai robes, black-clothed robes, white-clothed jinshi robes, etc., all the way to the Confucian purple robe, there is no lack of color.

A young man suddenly shouted: "Huanglong pulls the cart!

The rest of the people also did not know what was going on and were immediately misled by this statement.

"Who is that? Even the monarch is not qualified to let Huanglong pull the cart!"

"Could it be the head of the Kong family?"

"It can't be Chen Sheng, right?"

"That carriage is a carriage dedicated to the Jinshi of the upper house, and it says that the first house must be the car of Fang Yun. ”

"Worthy of Fang Zhenguo......"

Ao Huang almost spurted out a mouthful of dragon blood, and then turned his head to look, wasn't he in front of the carriage, how did he become the dragon pulling the carriage?

Ao Huang's body twisted and turned into a three-zhang long dragon, but he was not reconciled, he took a sharp breath, and the dragon power gushed. The body became thicker and longer again, and it was five feet long. Standing upright, it's the height of a five-story building.

"Ben Long ......"

Ao Huang only said two words, and Ye Hongyu, who was standing in front of the holy temple, suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Jing!"

A force of heaven and earth descended from the void. Enveloping the entire temple square, everyone was sealed by the power of Confucianism's subtle words, and all of them couldn't speak, and the square was quiet.

Ao Huang kept blinking, and he didn't understand for a long time, how he was in such a hurry, and he was about to defend but was silenced.

Ao Huang looked around and found that countless people showed expressions of "This yellow dragon has become bigger, and it is really hard to pull up the car". Ao Huang was so angry that he bared his teeth and claws. But he couldn't make a sound, seeing that the carriage stopped and Fang Yun got out of the car, he reluctantly retracted to a foot in size, and followed behind Fang Yun sullenly.

Nu Nu grimaced at Ao Huang, and the small meteor spun rapidly around Fang Yun.

Ao Huang gave the little fox a blank look.

Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan walked forward together and came to Ye Hongyu.

The table that has been placed in front of the temple is the usual incense burner for sacrifices, and nothing else. Fang Yun was a little strange, and thought that Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan would let people arrange this place more solemnly, it seemed that Wen Xiang delayed the Void Saint Ceremony until the night not to make the ceremony more grand.

Ye Hongyu nodded and said, "The auspicious time has not yet arrived." "Finished. He turned his head to look south.

Fang Yun looked at it curiously, but there was nothing.

A thousand miles south of the city, three purple-robed Confucians and more than ten scholars flew rapidly.

One of the great Confucian and three university scholars had an additional word "punishment" on the robes of the great Confucian. The rest were not from the Templar Torture Temple.

The group stopped suddenly.

From the direction of the capital, a full five purple-robed Confucians flew in.

Jiang River is in the center. Bent down slightly and arched his hand, and said, "Jingguo Jiang River." Greetings to the special envoy of the torture hall, please leave Jingguo as soon as possible, Jingguo today, no guests!"

An invisible force appeared from Jiang Hechuan's body, like waves of ripples spreading in all directions.

The Great Confucian of the Torture Hall frowned slightly, and a scholar even pressed his hand to his temple, and his headache was terrible.

A bearded and black-faced Confucian said: "Lei Jiu suffered an unwarranted disaster in the Dragon Terrace, and Fang Yun saw death and could not save him, as a member of the Lei family, I should participate in the investigation of the Criminal Palace." ”

Jiang Hechuan looked at Lei Tingyu kindly, and said softly without any fireworks: "Get out." ”

Jiang Hechuan's voice was very soft, and the voice of others remained unchanged when they listened to it, but the word "roll" in the ears of the person who was not in the torture hall on the opposite side was like thunder on the ground, and it exploded violently.

The two great scholars did not move at all, and their bodies trembled when they saw that the scholars were shaking, and their faces were gloomy.

Lei Tingyu's face remained unchanged, and he said, "Since the Lei family is here, there is no reason to leave. What about you, Brother Zong?"

The Great Confucian Sect Wenxiong raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at the five Great Confucians of Jingguo, and finally his eyes fell on Chen Mingding, the head of the Chen Shengshi family and the Great Confucian.

"Brother Mingding, seventy-four years ago, sixty-two years ago, and forty-three years ago, you were defeated by me three times, and you have to fight again today. ”

Zong Wenxiong's white face was beardless, and his voice was the same as Jiang Hechuan's, extremely soft, but the power of the miscellaneous family was used inside, and the five great Confucians felt harsh.

Chen Mingding smiled indifferently and said: "I can lose, Jingguo can't be defeated!" Wenxiong, the junior's affairs, let the juniors handle it themselves, we, the old immortals, walk forward slowly, quietly wait for them to surpass, and then look at their backs and leave. ”

"Fang Yun went the wrong way. Zong Wenxiong said indifferently.

The crowd was high in the air, and not far below there was a village with a mess of houses and criss-crossed roads, with a winding road leading to the outside world.

After Zong Wenxiong finished speaking, the whole village suddenly shook, dust, houses moved, roads changed, babies cried loudly, dogs barked, chickens flew wildly, and many villagers dragged their families and ran out.

In a moment, the tremors died down, and the houses in the village were neatly arranged, and the roads were straight from east to west or north to south, and even the road to the outside world became straight.

"It's your clan that has gone the wrong way!" Chen Mingding said unceremoniously.

"Oh. Zong Wenxiong seemed to be full of indifference to agree, and suddenly arched his hand in the direction of Qingguo, "Please Father Holy Guidance." ”

The great Confucians did not move, but those scholars were all taken aback, these Confucians were so ruthless that they even crossed the literary war and directly invited the power of the half-saints, they were really decisive and spicy, and there was no nonsense.

There was a sudden slight change between heaven and earth, like the summer night of insects and birds, suddenly silent, and like the original stormy autumn day, the wind and rain stopped in an instant, but the dark clouds in the sky were still there.

All the scholars only felt that it was like a steamer, and sweat was like rain.

Bursts of rolling thunder came from the direction of Qingguo, and a five-colored rainbow crossed the clouds, paving a heavenly road to continue to extend, to go straight into the capital.

"Holy relic, please!"

Chen Mingding reached out and took out a scroll of calligraphy and painting from the cuff of the drinking river shell and threw it into the sky.

The holy painting is cracked, the pen and ink turn into spring rain, and the heaven and earth are full of new colors.

The mountains are full of life.

A radius of 100 miles silently changes from winter to spring, as if the four seasons flow without a trace.

The front end of the five-color Changhong appeared in the Baili Spring Rain area, and its speed decreased sharply, but it still moved forward.

The spring rain is like cotton, and the rainbow is like a cone.

There were no landslides, no storms, the two forces competed silently.

All the great Confucians and scholars lowered their heads, not daring to look at the confrontation between the five-colored Changhong and the spring rain.

A young scholar of the torture hall couldn't hold back, glanced at it secretly, and then showed an extremely happy smile.

"Enlightenment! Enlightenment ......" After speaking, his body turned into dust silently and scattered between heaven and earth.

The rest kept their heads bowed and did not move. (To be continued......)

PS: Sorry, it's been a long time late, and the plot arrangement has been readjusted, and it has been changed completely.