Many people shook their heads slightly, indeed, the Terran Ninety Prefectures, talent has appeared for thousands of years, there are many crazy people, and there are many strange people, but there are really not many people like Fang Yun.

Everyone no longer paid attention to Fang Yun, but carefully read the book in front of them.

A thousand books are difficult and simple, but after reading five hundred, almost all of them began to slow down, not because they were not talented, and it was too tiring to use such a fast speed to fully understand the meaning of the text, and the consumption of literary courage intensified.

Less than the second realm of literature and courage, no one could understand so much content in a short period of time like Fang Yun.

There is one exception among the other ninety-nine people, and that is Yan Yukong, although he is a lifter, he is already a rare genius in the second realm of literary courage, and he did not slow down when he read the five hundredth book.

By the time he reached the seven hundred books, Yan Yukong's reading speed also began to slow down, his talent was consumed too much, and his recovery speed was far lower than the consumption.

Yan Yukong sighed lightly, the last time was also, at the beginning, his speed far exceeded that of all Jinshi, but in the later stage, he was dragged down by his talent.

He casually looked at Fang Yun, and almost rolled his eyes after reading it, before Fang Yun was still looking at the books on Qiao Juze's bookshelf, but now Fang Yun was actually looking at the books on Yan Zewei's bookshelf!

This means that Fang Yun has read at least two thousand books!

"Sure enough, there is only the wrong name and no wrong nickname, Fang Wenba is really a tyrant of the ten countries!" Yan Yukong said in a low voice and continued to read carefully.

Fang Yun's reading speed has never decreased, he has three talents, only the normal talent recovery speed is three times that of ordinary lifting people, coupled with the effect of Wenxin, Wengong Starry Sky and Wenqu Starlight, the talent consumed by reading is almost the same as his talent Qi Hui, and he can't even read for a few days.

When Fang Yun finished reading the five thousand seven hundred copies, Kong Deyu of the Confucian Mansion finally breathed a long sigh of relief and closed the last page.

"Conte Yu read thousands of books, ranking second, nine chips. ”

"Congratulations, Brother Kong!" some people didn't raise their heads to congratulate them.

Kong Deyu looked at Fang Yun. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Fang Yun's reading speed was still unabated until now.

Kong Deyu found that the number of books he read at the beginning was a quarter of Fang Yun's, but the ratio of the two has been increasing, and now it is close to six to one.

"Whoever likes to read reads, I don't read anymore!" Kong Deyu closed his eyes after speaking, and pretended to sleep in his chair, his face full of tiredness.

Some of the jinshi shook their heads slightly, many of them were not inferior to Kong Deyu in terms of talent, talent, and courage, but they had read less than nine hundred books now. And the speed of reading is getting slower.

In the previous Ten Nations Competition, many people had the opportunity to trigger the ringing bell, so they would try their best to speed up, even if their understanding of the books was superficial. But now that Fang Yun has triggered all the ten bells, there is no need to be so desperate, because if you don't pay attention to it, you may damage your courage or have a poor memory, and the big score of the third game will be reduced, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Fang Yun continued to read quickly, and the more he read, the more delighted he became. These books are far inferior to the holy classics and the Great Confucian scriptures, and it can even be said that many of them are dross, but there are occasionally some shining points in them, even if Fang Yun has read a large number of books, he has never seen them.

These authors have a lower literary position. There were all Juren, Jinshi, Hanlin and Daxue scholars, and their understanding of the Holy Way was very superficial or even wrong, but Fang Yun felt that these shallow or wrong Holy Ways had great significance.

The right way may not be right for you. But the wrong way is not for you.

Unconsciously, Fang Yun finished reading a full 10,000 books before he felt a little tired and closed the book. The "Ma Zheng Minutes" automatically flew up and was about to return to the bookshelf.

Fang Yun was about to close his eyes and rest, when an eternal desolate bell rang suddenly, this time the bell sounded like the king of the human race and the lord of all worlds commanding the world, shaking Fang Yunwen Palace buzzing.

Then, Fang Yun heard an old voice ringing in his ears.

"In the spring of the first year, Wang Zhengyue. In March, Gong and Yi Yi's father were allied with contempt. In the summer of May, Zheng Boke Duan Yu Yan ......"

Fang Yun knew that this was the original text of the "Spring and Autumn Period" edited by Kong Sheng, and the "Spring and Autumn Period" recorded the major events of various countries from the first year of Lu Yin to the fourteenth year of Lu Aigong, which lasted for two hundred and forty-two years.

It was obviously just a voice, but Fang Yun not only heard the grandeur from it, but also heard the light, heard the majesty, and even heard the power of the Holy Dao.

Fang Yun was in a trance in front of him, and then found himself entering a colorful light, which was like sand and water rushing downward, and he was like a fish swimming up the unknown river of light.

The river of light contained great pressure, and even the voice of reciting "Spring and Autumn" seemed so small in front of this river, Fang Yun only felt pain all over his body, every part of his body seemed to be stabbed by a burning axe, bearing unspeakable pain, and he could be hit into nothingness by this river of light at any time.

Fang Yun couldn't feel the loss of time, and he couldn't distinguish between up and down, left and right, only that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, and he might die at any time.

Fang Yun found that he had lost his connection with his courage and talent, and even felt a sense of loneliness abandoned by the world, not knowing what was going on, and panic arose in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Yun felt that he was being expelled from the river by a great force, and then a hazy mist appeared in front of him, and the voice sounded again.

"In the spring of the first year, Wang Zhengyue. In March, Gong and Yi Yi's father were allied with contempt. In the summer of May, Zheng Boke Duan Yu Yan ......"

This voice was exactly the same as before, Fang Yun's reason told himself, and the voice repeated it again, but the sentence of perceiving himself and the previous sentence were actually a sentence, not a repetition.

Fang Yun found that his perception was extremely absurd, and before he had time to think, he saw the fog in front of him dissipate and a world appeared.

Fang Yun found himself in mid-air, and saw a rather dignified person sitting on the seat of a large hall, with dozens of people kneeling on either side, discussing the government. Fang Yun had never seen this scene before, but he immediately knew that this was the spring of the first year of Lu Yin, the first month of the Zhou Dynasty calendar, and the person on the seat in front of him was Lu Yingong, the Duke of Lu Guoguo.

The first paragraph of the original text of "Spring and Autumn" only wrote the time, and did not mention the succession of Duke Lu Yin, but Fang Yun naturally saw and knew that at this moment, Duke Lu Hui had just died, and Duke Lu Yin was only in charge of state affairs, and the regent did not officially become Duke Lu Yin, so Confucius did not write in "Spring and Autumn".

Fang Yun stood in mid-air, watching Lu Yingong take charge of the Lu State.

Time passed slowly, Fang Yun didn't miss a minute or a second, he watched it for more than two months, but he didn't feel the slightest fatigue or helplessness, after the time entered March of the first year, Fang Yun found this problem, thinking about it carefully, the previous two months seemed to be just a momentary experience.

Without waiting for Fang Yun's surprise, the world in front of him arrived in March of the first year of Lu Yin. Fang Yun saw that Lu Yingong and Yi Yi's father were meeting in contempt, and Fang Yun looked at the passage of the alliance carefully, and the score was exactly right.

The time soon came to May, and the famous "Zheng Boke Duan Yuyan" incident occurred, and Fang Yun even heard Zheng Zhuanggong say the famous saying "If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself".

After that, Fang Yun continued to watch all the history recorded in the history book "Spring and Autumn" like an audience, and even some events that Confucius deliberately did not mention.

The battle of the East Gate, the battle of the long spoon and the battle of Hongshui are as seen with your own eyes.

In the more than 200 years of history, Fang Yun has completely lost the concept of time, and he doesn't even have time to have any distractions, just keep watching, observing and thinking about everything and everyone.

"In the spring of four out of ten, the west hunted for the ......"

It wasn't until the fourteenth year of Lu Aigong that Confucius met the unicorn and was canonized, and "Spring and Autumn" officially ended.

The world in front of Fang Yun gradually blurred, and through the vague fog, Fang Yun saw the back of an old man.

The old man was very thin, holding a knife and pen silently carving words on the bamboo slips, his hair was all white, very old, but the hand holding the knife and pen was extremely powerful. He carved very slowly, Fang Yun couldn't see what he was carving, but he felt that his lettering was smooth and very smooth.

Fang Yun looked at the back that was getting fainter and fainter, and the moment the world in front of him completely disappeared, that back suddenly became larger in an instant, penetrating the heavens and the earth, and shining on all worlds.

"Hiss......"

Fang Yun felt that his eyes were dark, his brain was cool, and he slowly opened his eyes, and found that he was still sitting on the chair of the second big competition, and a book was less than a foot high from the tabletop, flying towards the bookshelf in mid-air.

On the cover of the book is the words "Ma Zheng Minutes".

Fang Yun clearly remembered that the moment he entered the mysterious river, the "Ma Zheng Minutes" in front of him was about to return to the bookshelf!

Fang Yun was confused, and then tried to recall, his heart was right, he had obviously spent more than two hundred years in an unknown place, and he had seriously watched the history of the Spring and Autumn Period for more than two hundred years, but how could it have only passed for a moment in reality?

"Fang Yun, what's wrong with you?" Qiao Juze stopped reading and looked at Fang Yun nervously, he didn't care about delaying his reading time at all, even if the Ten Kingdoms was not as important as Fang Yun's situation.

Many people stopped reading and looked at it, and some people actually had a look of joy hidden in their eyes, hoping that something would happen to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun immediately understood that none of these people had heard Fang Cai's bell, and they didn't know what they had gone through, so he smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I've read too much and I'm a little tired." I won't read it anymore and take a break. ”

"That's good. Qiao Jize looked at Fang Yun carefully and was surprised to find that Fang Yun's eyes seemed to flash with a flash of brilliance, and Fang Yun's eyes became deeper than before, which made Qiao Jize think that he was an experienced scholar in front of him.

Qiao Juze saw that Fang Yun closed his eyes, and he didn't want to ask too much, so he suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued to read.

The rest of the students continued their studies with joy or disappointment.

Fang Yun only felt that the strength of his body had been drained, and he lay lazily on the chair, not wanting to think about anything, not wanting to do anything, not even wanting to guess what the river was, and not thinking about why he heard the bell after reading ten thousand books.

Fang Yun's breathing became lighter and lighter, and finally he fell asleep peacefully.

"Calling ......" Fang Yun couldn't help snoring, but just by making a little sound, he was shrouded by an invisible force, isolated from inside and outside. (To be continued......)