"Jixian student Fang Yun, please choose the saint!"

Fang Yun's clear voice echoed in the Academy.

Wei Yuanjun looked at Fang Yun in astonishment, unable to react for a while, and then became furious: "How can it be like this!

But Liu Zicheng lowered his head, a vicious smile appeared on his face.

"Bastard!" Wei Yuanjun scolded in a low voice, I don't know if Lu Dao is scolding Fang Yun or Liu Zicheng.

Gao Minghong sighed lightly, but admired Fang Yun's decisiveness in his heart, and couldn't help but think of the history of "Please Choose".

In the early days of the establishment of the Academy, a major event occurred.

In Yongwen Mansion in Wuzhou, Jiaguo, a very promising Xiucai was disqualified from entering the Academy of Literature because he offended the local government, and Xiucai's mother was angry to death.

Na Xiucai sued the government with injustice, but the officials protected each other, and the matter was finally suppressed by the Wuzhou officials.

After becoming a Jinshi, he returned to Yongwen Mansion and wiped out one hundred and forty-one members of the Yuanjun clan, leaving no chickens and dogs, and then committed suicide in public.

This incident shook the ten countries, some people felt sorry for the more than 100 people, and some people felt sorry for the human race that might have lost a big Confucian.

The Holy Court sent a team of torture halls led by the Legalist demi-saints to Wuzhou to hear the case, and all the high-ranking officials who served in Yongwen Mansion and Wuzhou were investigated, and all those who shielded the monarch of that court were all beheaded, and the three clans and nine generations were not allowed to take the imperial examination.

In order to prevent such a thing from happening again, the Holy Church has set up a "holy choice".

If someone thinks he has great talent but is rejected by the Academy, he can ask the Holy Choice and be personally assessed by the Half-Saint.

Since the advent of the Holy Election, a total of five people have applied for the Holy Election, and all of them have failed. It's just that the half-saint's insight is too high, even if he deliberately comes up with a simple question, if he doesn't answer it well enough, he won't be sure to pass.

The Wen Gong of the five people who failed was all greatly hit, and all of them were unknown.

More than 200 years have passed since the last time people asked for the Holy Election, and there is no longer anyone who dares to force people to ask for the Holy Election and is willing to ask for the Holy Election.

Two hundred years of calm and calm made Wei Yuanjun not associate forcing Fang Yun to ask for the Holy Election at all.

Regardless of whether Fang Yun succeeds or fails, the imperial court will inevitably send someone to investigate Wei Yuanjun, he is a person of the left minister, and he is not afraid of investigation, but if the holy election happens to him, it will inevitably fall sharply, and the left minister can't reuse him if he wants to.

In case the fortune of the party passes the invitation to the Holy Election, then the Emperor of the Wei Yuan is not a question of whether the name of the Wen will fall, but a question of leaving a stench for ten thousand years, and the Holy Yuan will inevitably send someone to investigate it strictly, and the ten Left Ministers will not be able to protect him.

Wei Yuanjun's eyes were full of hatred, thinking that he had known that Fang Yun was so bold, it was better to let him enter the Academy, and then use all kinds of means to harm him, but now it was too late to regret it.

More than half of the students were enthusiastic, they originally admired Fang Yun's talent, they thought that Fang Yun would swallow their anger, but now seeing that Fang Yun actually chose to burn with the Jade of the Wei Academy, they couldn't help but admire Fang Yun even more.

Some other older people shook their heads and sighed, feeling worthless for Fang Yun, once the Holy Election failed, it would be equivalent to being denied by the Half-Saint, and having the talent of Heaven would also cause the Wen Palace to shatter.

Liu Zicheng's comrades smiled, as if they were holding the victory, and they were sure to lose.

Guan Yaoyuan, who was in the crowd, sneered in a relieved tone: "That day, you smashed my and Yan Yue's Wen Palace, and I will let you taste the same taste today." No, if you shatter the Wen Palace by the words of the demi-saints, you will be ten times worse than us! You will become the laughing stock of the Ten Kingdoms!"

Fang Yun's voice was transmitted in the Holy Courtyard, and finally reached the Holy Temple in front of it.

At first, nothing changed, but after a few moments, an invisible force shot straight into the sky from the temple, discharging thousands of miles of clouds, forming an impact around the temple, and setting off a violent wind in all directions.

The branches were swaying, the dust was flying, and the clothes were rattling, and everyone except Fang Yun had to squint and turn their backs to the temple.

"Boom!" Several houses closest to the temple collapsed and several trees were uprooted.

There was a large bell on the left side of the temple, and it was clear that no one had struck it, but at this moment it suddenly made a loud noise.

"Knock ......"

The bell spreads in all directions.

When the sound reached the State Bun Yuan, the bell of the Temple of the State Bun Yuan also rang by itself, sending out a grander bell to spread far away.

The transmission speed of this temple bell far exceeds that of ordinary sounds, with Dayuan Mansion as the center, the temple bells of the surrounding counties rang one after another, followed by the bells of the entire Jiangzhou, and the temple bells in the National Academy of Literature of Jingguo all rang.

The people of Jingguo talked about it a lot.

"What's wrong? It can't be a barbarian invasion, right?"

"No, the bell of the demon invasion will ring very quickly, and it will ring non-stop, this time the bell will only ring once, I don't know what happened to the road. ”

"It can't be a mistake, right?"

"The temple bell cannot be runged, only the talent of the temple itself can ring the bell. ”

"Hope isn't a bad thing. ”

In the Jiangzhou Academy of Literature, Li Wenying stood up suddenly when he heard the bell, pressed the official seal with his hand, and saw everything in the Academy of Literature with his eyes.

"He actually forced Fang Yun to ask for the Holy Choice, he was bold and reckless!

Li Wenying said, the white paper on the side flew to the table, and words immediately appeared on it, and then Li Wenying picked up the official seal and pressed it on it.

An errand officer walked in quickly and said, "What do you command?"

"Take my decree to the Fuwen Academy, no matter whether Fang Yun asks for the Holy Election success or failure, I will give him this decree, from now on, he is a student of our state academy of literature. ”

The messenger was stunned for a long time when he heard the words "please choose the saint", and then hurriedly confessed his guilt and hurried away with the order.

As soon as the errand servant left, Master Zhou rushed in.

"My lord, what happened? But who is the Holy Choice?" asked Master Zhou in a panic.

Li Wenying said in a dull voice: "Fang Yun." ”

Master Zhou slammed his fist against the door frame and shouted angrily: "How can this be? How can this be? He has the resources of a great Confucian! Is he the Wei Yuan Jun of the Left Thief Party? No one can force Fang Yun away except him." Isn't it child's play to ask for the Holy Election, it is a saint's question, and Fang Yun will inevitably fail! I will immediately go and write a recital, and as soon as the traitor is in power, I will join him in a book, and I will never die!

Master Zhou's eyes were so angry that he almost burst into tears, he didn't dare to imagine what a loss the shattering of Fang Yunwen Palace would be for Jing Guo and the Terran Race.

Li Wenying was silent.

Master Zhou suddenly gritted his teeth and scolded: "Destroy my Jingguo Confucian, break the pillars of my human race, I want to lift my sword and kill that old horseman!" After speaking, he turned around and ran.

"Come back!" Li Wenying stopped drinking, and the coercion of the scholar fixed Master Zhou's book in place.

Li Wenying sighed lightly and said, "It's all my fault." I am afraid that Fang Yunwen's reputation will be too big, his talent will rise suddenly, and he will be criticized by others, which will lead to the instability of the Wengong and the courage of the Wen Palace in the future, so I let him stay in the Fuwen Academy to hone his skills. But I didn't expect that the dignified and dignified monarch would actually strangle the great talents of the human race for his own selfish interests, if Fang Yun made any mistakes, I would kill him and uproot the left minister's henchmen in Jiangzhou!

Li Wenying's last sentence was so loud that it shook the whole house.

Master Zhou said angrily: "If Fang Yunwen Palace is shattered, can there be a remedy?"

"He has great talents, and making good poems can make up for some of it. He also has two towns and two towns of poetry and literature, and he can make up for it by entering the Holy Tower, and if he can go to the Holy Courtyard for another ten years to recuperate, his Wen Palace may be able to return to the throne. ”

Master Zhou was silent.

"It's too late to stop it, I just hope that his Wen Palace will be strong and won't shatter badly. Li Wenying sighed, he knew that the fortune of the Dao was bound to fail.

After the strong wind of the Fuwen Academy, the sky became clearer, and then a strange force enveloped everyone, the force was obviously very oppressive, but it made people feel warm, and there was obviously a kind of arrogance that looked down on the world, but it made people feel like a spring breeze.

The amount of Nali is so complex that many people have difficulty adapting.

"Can anyone ask for the Holy Choice?"

The voice seemed to come from the sky, and when I heard it, a majestic mountain appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The officials sitting in their chairs all stood up and, like the others, stooped in the direction of the sanctuary.

Fang Yun said: "Fang Yun, a child in Jixian County, thinks that the Dayuan Mansion Health Institute is unfair, and I hereby ask the Holy Choice to correct my name." ”

"I know your name. Your poetry and writing are excellent, but if you test your poetry and writing, it will be unfair; you are only a child, and if you test the scriptures and righteous policies, it will not be correct. Then I'll test a few pairs of you first, if you can't answer Baixi, you don't have to answer the rest of the answer. ”

"The students respectfully ask the sage to ask the question. Fang Yun said respectfully. This "saint" does not refer to the saint rank, but to the saint among men.

Fang Yun thought to himself: This breath is the time for a person to exhale and inhale, which is very close to the time of one second, in other words, it is necessary to answer the next link in one minute and forty seconds, which is worthy of the half-saint assessment, it is too difficult.

Gao Minghong and others were even more worried when they heard the couplet, if the title of the poem was published, the content could be mastered by themselves, as long as it was not off-topic, but the couplet was different.

The lower link must keep up with the upper link, and the balance must be considered. Ordinary couplets are just that, in case there are such puns, word splitting, palindromes, embeddings and the like, not to mention a hundred breaths, it would be good to be able to get it right in a hundred hours.

The couplets produced by ordinary people may be good, but even if the demi-saint deliberately lowers the standard, it is extremely difficult.

The voice said: "Listen, the upper link is: Songye Bamboo Leaf Ye Cui." ”

Gao Minghong almost fainted when he heard this, and blurted out: "This is a superimposed word couplet, why is the first question like this, is this a test for children or a test for people!"

"Why, you dare to question the saint?" one of Liu Zicheng's side sneered.

"Silence!" Wan Xuezheng said angrily, not wanting Fang Yun to be disturbed by others.

Everyone frowned and thought, it was too difficult to come up with this couplet within a hundred breaths, while the people around Liu Zicheng were gloating, believing that Fang Yun couldn't even answer this couplet.

Fang Yun frowned, and then looked around, generally speaking, the couplets are taken from local materials, so that people have a specific impression, and then they think about the couplet.

This Shanglian is pine leaves, bamboo leaves, leaves and leaves, there are bamboos in Dayuan City, but only there are pine trees on the hills outside the city, Fang Yun couldn't help but whispered: "There are no pine trees in Dayuan Mansion." ”

The semi-holy said: "For the saints, they look at the heavens, the south, the earth, and the north." ”

Liu Zicheng and others were even happier.

Fang Yun lowered his head and thought.

Many students sighed, they had completely lost confidence in their fortunes.

Just after sixty breaths, Fang Yun suddenly raised his head and said in a loud voice: "Pine leaves, bamboo leaves, leaves and green leaves, autumn geese, and cold sounds." ”

As soon as Fang Yun's voice fell, Wan Xuezheng couldn't help but whisper: "That's right!"

Many students nodded their heads, and this link was extremely exquisite.

"Is there an autumn day in Jingguo Jiangzhou?" the voice seemed to be laughing, just in response to Fang Yun's previous question.

Fang Yun immediately replied: "Scholars have spring, summer, autumn and winter. ”

The students secretly applauded.