After Fang Yun's last word was put into writing, the official seal moved lightly and communicated with the Dayuan Mansion Temple.

The holy temple of Dayuan Mansion City erupted with formless and colorless talents, connecting the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, the scholars and Fang Yun's articles within hundreds of miles.

Every reader feels a power enveloping them.

In the courtyard of the Fang family, Cai He was the first to say: "I am willing to follow Fang Yun's pen!"

I saw a faint white light brush flying out of Cai Hewen's palace and disappeared into Fang Yun's article.

"I am willing to follow Fang Yun's pen!" Li Fanming, Yan Yukong and all the other readers spoke together.

After everyone finished speaking, Wengong would give birth to a white brush and fly into "Hurt Zhongyong".

In the jurisdiction of Dayuan Mansion, whether it is in the lively teahouse or the quiet alley, whether it is in the majestic and orderly government mansion or in the vibrant academy, one after another shouts the same words.

"I am willing to follow the pen and write!"

"I am willing to follow the pen and write!"

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Tens of thousands of pale white light pens rose from all over the Great Yuan Mansion, and then flew into the sky above the Fang family at an extremely fast speed, falling into the pages in front of Fang Yun.

Whenever a light pen enters, the light on the surface of "Hurt Zhongyong" will inevitably become brighter, and in the end, this page is like a bright day and moon.

After the last white light brush entered, the pages shook and shattered into black text with a snort.

The black words hovered in the air, flying around Fang Yun, and each word seemed to be a living creature, which was very endearing.

"Words dance!"

At the same time, each word emitted a strange sound that spread in all directions, and this time it could be heard not only by literati, but by everyone within a thousand miles.

All people, regardless of rank, rich or poor, men and women, young and old, all who hear this voice. It is as if they have learned the knowledge in the text, just like a scholar who has spoken in heaven and taught it himself.

"Spread the sound for thousands of miles and educate all the people. Dancing with words, it is a threefold vision. I really envy Fang Yun's talent. Yan Yukong couldn't help but sigh lightly.

"Why don't people give the nickname Fang Zhenguo? There are only the wrong names, not the wrong nicknames. I hope he makes a big splash in the Jinshi test now, hehe, let's take the Jinshi test together in December this year, and we'll know when the time comes. ”

"Other visions are nothing, poetry is there. But the vision of educating the people is tantamount to a local, slight movement of the stars. The people of Jiangzhou and Jingguo are really blessed, people within thousands of miles have to be educated, and it may not have much effect on those who are seventy or eighty, but it is enough for children to calm down and learn, so that young people are no longer confused, and middle-aged people are awakened. This is the role of genius, just one article is enough to change millions of people!"

"The point is, it's really thought-provoking. Whip in. If I had read this when I was younger, I am afraid that my achievements today would have increased by 10%. Because I was far ahead of my classmates in poetry and essays back then, my teachers praised me for my intelligence, and my classmates praised me for my talent. My neighbors say I'm smart, and until now, I believed it. But now I understand that it is useless to praise me for being smart. Because that is the talent I already have, someone should recognize my efforts and make me work harder is the real way to educate. Jia Jing'an said.

"It's not easy to write about the country. The story of this article seems simple, but it is actually divided into three. First, Fang Zhongyong's deeds point out the importance of acquired efforts. Second, as Jing'an said, teach people to understand the difference between intelligence and hard work, which echoes Fang Yun's sentence 'There is a road and diligence in the book mountain, and there is no end to learning from the sea'. Third, it is a deafening voice, whether to choose loyalty or filial piety in case of trouble? This article is afraid that it will cause controversy again. ”

Fang Yun shook his head helplessly when he heard this, even if the original text of "Hurt Zhongyong" did not contain the latter two truths, it was enough to suppress the country, after all, it was Wang Anshi's masterpiece.

Wang Anshi is a genius in full bloom, even if the Song Dynasty came out with a monster-like word Saint Su Dongpo, Wang Anshi is still tied with Su Dongpo among the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, and he is still superior in terms of scriptures and policies, and Wang Anshi once ranked first among the hundred officials and presided over the change of the law.

Now that Fang Yun has added the knowledge of later generations and the most sensitive Sacred Dao in the Saint Yuan Continent, this article will definitely provoke a debate among the literati of the Ten Kingdoms, and the scale will definitely be above the sexual goodness or sexual evil.

However, Fang Yun didn't want to participate in this kind of controversy, and if he was not careful, he would attract the hatred of a certain school, so it was better to watch the play on the sidelines.

Fang Yun stretched out his hand and pointed at Fang Li, and the words in "Hurt Zhongyong" were like a shark smelling blood, frantically pounced on Fang Li.

The black words flowed on Fang Li's body, and Fang Li was so frightened that he jumped and jumped, tearing his clothes and rolling, but he couldn't let those black words leave. After a while, those black letters entered through his eyes, nostrils, ears, mouth, etc., and finally turned into an invisible force and merged into his body.

"You ......"

Fang Li lowered his head and touched and patted his body, and found that there was nothing unusual about his body, but he had also heard the name of pen fighting, when the saints resisted the demon barbarians invading the Two Realms Mountain, they had launched hundreds of millions of pen attacks. Although Fang Yun's pen and the pen of the saints are not at the same level, it is well known to everyone to use the pen to fight evil.

"What have you done to me!" Fang Li became more and more angry, as soon as this article came out, the more widely it spread, the more his reputation became stinky,

Fang Yun said indifferently: "It's nothing, gather the strength of all the scholars in Dayuan Mansion, as well as the talent of the Holy Temple, to write down your evil deeds." From now on, anything you do that is dangerous will be stopped by the power of the pen. Zhongyong, you will stay in the county school in the future, and you can go home to spend every ten holidays. If you don't become a jinshi, the penmanship that fell on your father will not disappear. If you really have filial piety, then study hard and wait for Cheng Jinshi to rescue him. ”

"Uncle Cousin is very kind, Zhongyong is unforgettable. Fang Zhongyong gave Fang Run a big gift again.

"Little brute, you ......" Fang Li was about to continue scolding Fang Zhongyong, but found that his mouth was sealed by an invisible force, and he couldn't say a word.

Fang Li jumped like thunder, and smashed his fist at Fang Zhongyong's nose, eager to kill this son.

However, when his fist was still two feet away from Fang Zhongyong, his body was frozen by an invisible force, and he didn't move, not even blinking, only rolling his eyes.

The anger in Fang Li's eyes could burn down the entire Great Yuan Mansion.

Fang Zhongyong hurriedly said, "Uncle Cousin, my father has been like this all the time, will it hurt him?"

"No, it will be lifted after a while. You follow Cai Xianling. Immediately return to Ji County with Cai County Order, and Cai County Order will arrange a qiē for you. Fang Yundao.

Cai He asked in surprise: "I still want to participate in your celebration banquet today to wash away my stigma, why do you want me to go back to Jixian County immediately?"

Fang Yun smiled and said, "I said you helped me with this before, so I'll say the second thing." Lord Wenxiang has already gone to the Enlightenment River, and you must have gone wrong with him. ”

"Ah, the teacher has gone to the Dao River, why don't I know, I still want to see him in Dayuan Mansion!" Cai He said.

"What are you waiting to do, why don't you go soon? With the temperament of Wenxiang, I am afraid that I will find a peaceful place, you can find it by sending someone to search along the river. ”

"I'll go back now!" Cai He hurriedly turned around and took a few steps. Chong Fang Zhongyong beckoned, and then walked away quickly.

Fang Zhongyong knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to his father Fang Li, and finally kowtowed to Fang Yun again, and left with Cai He quickly.

However, Cai He walked to the door and suddenly shouted: "Don't move anyone!"

Fang Zhongyong was startled and motionless, and Fang Yun and the others also looked at Cai He suspiciously.

Cai He inexplicably remembered the poem of the swift war.

"The young pommel horse is as fast as a flying ......"

Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, although he had never used this poem. But it is a commonly used fast war poem, and when Fang Yun left Ji County on the day, he wrote a poem "Ji County Morning Journey", and Cai Zhixian used this speed war poem to run after grabbing "Ji County Morning Journey".

But today's "Hurt Zhongyong" is because it has to write a ceremony. It's gone, and there's no way to grab it.

"Could it be that he is preparing to travel back to Ji County to see Wenxiang?"

As soon as this thought came to Fang Yun's heart, he saw that Cai He had already rushed to the table and swept away the things on the table.

The wool felt of the pad paper has been broken. When I was swept out, I saw strong and powerful ink marks on the yellow-brown wood-textured tabletop. It's like carving words on a table with a knife and then being blackened by thick ink, each stroke is full of aura, and every stroke is extremely sharp, like a sharp blade stuck on the table.

Fang Yun and the others woke up at this time.

"Wound Zhongyong" is a Zhenguo article, Fang Yun incorporated a powerful force when he wrote the article, and after penetrating the back of the paper, he entered the wood for three points, which is rare in the world.

Cai He carried the five-hundred-pound wooden table of the Demon World on his shoulders with lightning speed, carried the poem quickly, and ran away.

Cai He shouted as he ran: "The teacher came to Jixian, I have nothing to give, so I borrow flowers to offer the Buddha, and the teacher will definitely like it when he sees it! You can rest assured, I, Cai He, will not treat my own people badly, and I will definitely ask for some good things from the teacher!"

Fang Yun immediately put his hand on his forehead, and said bluntly when he sent Wen Xiang in his heart, you are a dignified jinshi, with the achievements of Wudaohe, you are about to become a prefect, wearing a white robe and sword suit and carrying the table all over the street, this is what people do?

Li Fanming slapped his thigh and said: "If there is a notch on the table, it is equivalent to being wasted, and it is useless to the other party's luck, but it is a treasure to us! No wonder people are jinshi, why didn't I think of putting the table into Hanhubei first! He is just an ordinary jinshi, and it is impossible to have Hanhubei, but those of us who have Hanhubei actually lost to him! Mistake! Mistake!"

"I learned a trick today. "Yan Yu Kongdao.

"Fang Yun is still very accurate in seeing people, he is simply Cai Fahai in "The Legend of the White Snake". Zong Wude said.

Then, more than a dozen people began to look around, to see if there was any Mobao with Fang Yun to go along.

Fang Yun couldn't cry or laugh, and said, "What are you looking at? It's time to have lunch soon, let's go back to the house and sit down!"

Li Fanming said: "Teacher, although the table is far inferior to the poems of Zhenguo, it has your strength through the back of the paper and into the wood, but it is a rare good thing." When you become a demi-saint, it's a family heirloom!"

"Yes, Master, you can write to us in the future, what a waste of money to use the book!" Shi Tang said on the side.

"Teacher, I wrote a poem called "Blank" yesterday, please help fill in the content of the poem. Jia Jing'an said with a smile.

"One is more serious than the other, at this time I remember that I am a teacher? (To be continued......)