As soon as Fang Yun arrived in Kongcheng, he received a few summonses, all of which were sent by friends in the holy ruins, saying that they would come together.

Fang Yun shook his head after reading it, these holy ruins are suffocated for the holy ruins, and they are crazy these days, after the Double Ninth Festival is played in Mount Tai, they play all over Qingguo and Kongcheng, just come together to watch the Ten Kingdoms Competition.

Those who participated in the Ten Nations Contest were the people who went to the houses of each country, and among the people of the Holy Ruins, only Fang Yun and Yan Yukong were not inferior to the Jinshi of various countries in Lingyan Pavilion, and they entered the upper houses of Jingguo and Qingguo respectively, so they could participate in the Ten Kingdoms Competition.

Jingguo's dormitory area is a row of 20 single-courtyard wooden buildings, Fang Yun entered and rested for a while, then he heard the door being pushed open, and a group of wild holy ruins carried wine and vegetables, and walked in with a smile.

Fang Yun smiled helplessly and came out.

"Hello Fang Manchou! In Xia Zong Wude, I have always wanted to strangle you!" Zong Wude walked in with a jar of wine in each hand.

"Fang Twelve must be strangled, otherwise we will never come out!" Li Fanming shouted as he held up a string of oily paper bags.

"I won't strangle you, but I understand their feelings about strangling you!" Yan Yukong smiled and took out the rolled up blanket from the drinking Jiangbei, threw it on the ground, stretched out his foot, and spread the blanket.

After a short time, Jingguo's Shangshe Jinshi joined, and then people from other countries who wanted to come to the meeting also joined in, and finally a full fifty people gathered together to form a small cultural meeting.

The crowd talked about everything, and it was not until late at night that it dispersed.

The first day of October is the publication date of the monthly "Holy Path" and the monthly "Wenbao".

Countless people gathered outside the Jingguo Xue Palace, from the high-ranking officials of the Hanlin Dynasty, to the literati, to the pawns of the peddlers, and hundreds of thousands of people were blocked outside the bookstores selling the monthly magazine "Shengdao", and there were more and more people, so that the Xue Palace had to temporarily open three more sales outlets.

Before the official sale of the Holy Way. All Jingguo people were extremely excited and discussed.

The most calm were the small merchants selling books and newspapers in the Xuanting Book Store, who pushed small carts, dressed neatly, and the banners and banners on the carts were also neatly dressed.

"For the first time in the history of the Holy Way, it has been supplemented for the lifting of people!"

"Fang Zhenguo's masterpiece "A Chinese Ghost Story" continues to sell well, not to be missed!"

"'The most precious dowry in the history of the human race' is about to appear on the Holy Dao!"

"In this issue of "The Holy Way", I will tell you the secret of the sky!

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"Don't crowd it, you can buy it, you can buy it!"

"Less nonsense, you're the happiest!"

"This showman. It's too hurtful to speak, and you can see my black clothes clearly. ”

"Even if you are wearing a jinshi uniform, I will say so! Grab the "Holy Dao" with me, if you kill my parents, this hatred will not be shared!"

"Okay, you've won......" The man sighed helplessly, and at the moment when Xiucai relaxed, he suddenly squeezed forward and successfully stood in front of Xiucai.

"Despicable, despicable, despicable......" Na Xiucai screamed angrily.

Some of the jinshi stood at a distance. Stand by and watch.

"For the sake of a copy of the Holy Path, what kind of system is it! Why don't you line up!"

"More than 100,000 people buy together, and the team can only be thick, not long. ”

"You should line up according to the level of your rank!" said a jinshi. Immediately let the nearby Jinshi keep nodding, and then suffered from the many white eyes of the lifters and talents.

Outside the crowd, some carriages were parked, and a subordinate hurried to a carriage. Crying and sad, he said: "Master, the little one really can't squeeze in! I've tried three times, but I really can't squeeze in!"

The curtains are lifted. A fifty-year-old Hanlin looked displeased.

"Waste! Take out the strength you used to breastfeed when you were a child! Back then, you Lao Tzu said, you have gained one, and you have lost weight! Dogs can't rob you!"

"Sir, I swear, I definitely don't even have the strength to breastfeed. If I had been stealing milk from these people, I would have starved to death!"

Lao Hanlin snorted lightly and said: "It's all because I was blindfolded that day, knowing that Fang Yun went to give a lecture and went to the court, but I missed the sky! Otherwise, my painting path has already entered the three realms, and it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart if I pour out the water from all over the world! If you don't go, will you let me squeeze it myself?"

"How can I let you go in person!"

How do I know that Lao Hanlin stretched out his hand and touched his beard, and said: "Maybe you can really try, how can I, Shen Liwen, be considered a famous person in the capital, and drill into it in a Hanlin suit, I am shameless, they have to help me." ”

The man rolled his eyes and said, "Master, wait, even if I fight for this cheap life, I will help you buy the "Holy Dao" as much as possible." ”

"If you can't grab the "Holy Way" within a quarter of an hour after it goes on sale, you won't eat meat and don't touch your daughter-in-law for a year. ”

"Master, you are too ruthless!"

Gyeongguk Gyeongseong.

There are also cart booksellers from Xuanting Book Company, but the advertising banners on them are slightly different from those of Jingguo.

"Buy the new "Holy Dao", take the road of Fang Yun, and let Fang Yun have no way out!"

"A Chinese Ghost Story" is unethical, please criticize the whole country!"

Several booksellers gathered together and muttered quietly.

"I heard that these banners were all thought up by Fang Yun, if he saw us arranging him like this in Qingguo, would he kill us?"

"This is called strategy! In Jingguo, the more he praises him, the better he sells, and in our Qingguo, the more dirty he sells, the better he sells!"

"Anyway, if we don't get dirty, those little sluts who read books will also be dirty. Although the two countries are at odds with each other, at least we are grateful to him in our hearts. ”

"Shhhh ”

A few vendors looked ahead.

Over the years, the supplement to "Sacred Dao" has either been a collection of people or a supplement to the path of the saint, and if the supplement was really set up for Fang Yun alone, he must have bought off the people of the Holy Courtyard!

"That's right! I even suspect that even the skyscrapers are fake!"

"Hmph, the Ten Kingdoms Contest will start in Kongcheng today, and Qingguo will definitely be able to kill Jingguo without leaving a single piece of armor!"

One of them suddenly said: "This brother who lifts people, if you think that Fang Yun is useless and has defiled your eyes, it is better to exchange places with me, and don't buy the Holy Dao." ”

"You...... I didn't buy the "Holy Dao" for Fang Yun's article!"

An old man snorted coldly: "In addition to Fang Yunzhi's poems and essays in these two issues of "Holy Dao", what else is there to see?"

There was no sound around, even if more than half of the people here hated Fang Yun in their hearts.

"The Holy Way is on sale! Because there is a supplement, the price will be increased by ten wen!"

The people of Qingguo cursed Fang Yun in their hearts, but they squeezed harder, and the person who decided that the Holy Court would not produce a supplement for Fang Yun was the most active.

Confucius City, outside the bookstore of the Confucian Palace.

A large number of "Holy Ways" were sold.

In the past, the first people to buy the "Holy Way" would have shouted loudly and proclaimed what good content there was, but this time, those who bought the books saw the catalogue and did not say a word, desperately squeezing out.

Many people were puzzled, but when they bought it, they looked at the catalog, and like the people before them, they did not shout or scream, and left desperately, and they must find the quietest place, the fastest speed, and the most devout heart to read today's "Holy Word".

An old Xiucai looked at the lines of text in the catalog of "The Holy Dao" and said to himself: "This is the real Holy Dao." ”

"The three ways of the human race's qin, calligraphy and painting, from today onwards, I am afraid that the sky will change! Perhaps hundreds of years later, Fang Zhen Congress will become the ancestor of many schools. ”

In the Confucian Palace, the Jinshi of Jingguo gathered in the courtyard of Fang Yun.

"This first is more than 'traveling thousands of miles', we don't want to be reduced to the eleventh, otherwise we won't even have a chance to enter the second competition!"

"Our goal is to keep nine out of ten!" (To be continued......)