Strange divine lights flew from afar, with different colors, at least a hundred miles long, and fell in the temples one after another.

After that, six shorter rays of divine light flew into the temples.

The head of the family has the right to observe the holy council.

The holy council is opened, and all beings retreat.

The chickens and dogs of the Holy Courtyard jumped, except for the saints, everyone put down their affairs for the first time and walked quickly to the outside of the Holy Courtyard.

The door of the torture hall suddenly opened, and the nine purple-robed Confucians also left in a hurry.

"East ...... Unless there is a great change and all the saints agree, each demi-saint can only hold a 'holy council' once every twenty years and forcibly discuss a topic to come to a conclusion!"

"Is it worth it for a Jinshi who is about to die?"

"Alas, that's why all the saints approve of the Eastern Saint. The Eastern Sage held a holy council at this time, firstly, to force me to wait out and vote on the poems to atone for the crime; secondly, to ask all the saints to save Fang Yun; as for the third, I am afraid that I will thank Fang Yun with the holy council and see him off with the holy council, after all, Fang Yun is a poetic ancestor and a false saint, after all, let the whole amount of my human race increase by at least one percent! Ordinary half-saints may not be able to do this!"

A long sigh followed.

"However, we have not reached a successful discussion, and it stands to reason that we cannot vote on the poem to atone for the crime. ”

"If the temples order it, we can vote on the psalms to atone. Since the Eastern Sage has opened a holy council, the sect ...... The one will inevitably give in. ”

Or......

The nine great Confucians suddenly fell silent, because everyone realized the greatest possibility, the Zongsheng did a thing that deliberately forced the Eastern Sage to open a holy council, cutting off the right of the Eastern Sage to hold the Holy Council for the next twenty years.

Several great Confucians shook their heads, the demi-saints were too calculating, and they didn't know what they were calculating until the last moment. Especially when it is external, it often makes the demon barbarian saints suffer. In fact, since the end of the thousand-year-old non-war treaty, the two races have been fighting in secret, and the saints of the human race have only suffered small losses, but the demon barbarian half-saints have fallen.

"Then this poem is guilty. What should I do?"

"As long as the Holy Temples give an order, I naturally agree, not for the sake of hypocrisy, but only that he should be qualified to write poems to atone for his crimes. ”

"As it should be. ”

The nine great Confucians almost immediately made a conclusion.

When everyone left the Holy Courtyard, everyone within a radius of thousands of miles looked up, and saw that the sky above the Inverted Peak Mountain seemed to be plunged into a strange world.

The sky above the temple was clear one moment ago, the next moment it was full of thunder, and the next moment it was stormy, with aurora like a curtain and meteors scattered. There are void flowers, and there is a rotation of day and night......

All the scenes that the Terrans could see were replayed in the sky above the Holy Courtyard, and there were even many scenes that were not understood at all, such as the battlefield that was infiltrated by thick blood, the world that evolved into a drop of water, and the great war between the Terrans and the demons in the millions......

Every moment, the sky makes a strange sound, as if the sky and the earth are singing. No one understood.

The entire Holy Courtyard was like a forbidden area for life, and even the Great Confucian would be torn to pieces by the aftermath of this terrifying battle between the saints.

A quarter of an hour later, the nine elders of the Torture Palace received an order from the Holy Chamber, allowing the Torture Palace to vote on Fang Yun's poems and essays. If the vote is passed, Fang Yun will need to write three poems of Zhenguo before he can be released from prison.

Not long after, a loud bell suddenly rang in the holy temple of Jingguo Xue Palace, which spread throughout the capital.

Subsequently. Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan's voice sounded.

"With the consent of the Eastern Sage, the Torture Hall and the Monarch, the candidates will be able to obtain poems and texts to atone for their crimes, and if they write the Three Towns Country. They can be released from prison, and if they get the first place in the examination, they will be exempted from all criminal responsibility. ”

When Jiang Hechuan was halfway through speaking, millions of people in the capital cheered, but when Jiang Hechuan finished speaking, the huge capital was silent, and even the children who shouted the most before also closed their mouths.

After a brief silence, crowds from all over the capital exploded.

Before the tiger was imprisoned, many students criticized one after another.

"The ...... of the Holy Courtyard Are those people stupid! Why do you have to write three articles about Zhenguo when it is Fang Yun's turn?"

"Fang Yun has been thinking about it repeatedly in these days, and he can probably write a Zhenguo poem, but the Xing Hall requires three, and at this moment, it is less than twelve hours before the Jinshi test starts tomorrow, so let a Jinshi think about two Zhenguo poems before twelve hours, isn't this deliberately embarrassing?"

"Brother Qiao, why is the torture hall like this?"

Qiao Juze sighed helplessly and said, "You can't blame the torture hall for this matter. I have just received news that it is an order from the Holy Temples, and there should be a certain demi-saint who ...... the 'Righteous Bo Yuntian' to obstruct it. ”

"It's ...... How can this be reasonable!" The Jinshi on the side almost scolded, but finally changed the word.

Everyone knows that it must be the sage of Qingguo who is obstructing.

"Can Fang Yun do it? If Fang Yun is given a few more days, he may be able to make three poems about the Zhenguo, but if he only writes three in one day, even if Kong Sheng is reincarnated, he may not be able to complete it!"

"Nonsense, Confucius Sheng's words have holy ways, how can they be lower than Zhenguo?"

"It is naturally more fair to compare with Confucius, and it is not allowed to write the Holy Way, but only ordinary poetry and writing. ”

"It's useless for you to discuss this matter, for the sake of today, you want to think about how to help Fang Yun and the three towns of the country in one day!"

At this moment, a dragon chant spread throughout the capital.

"Saints of the human race, you are really not a thing, wait for Benlong to be canonized, let's do a good job!"

Click......

A thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck the dragon's groan.

"Whew...... It hurts Ben Long to death, Ben Long is very vindictive!"

There was no thunder in the sky, and the dragon's groan was no more.

"Ahh......h

A vague voice fell into everyone's ears after the dragon groaned.

Most people only thought it was an illusion, but Qiao Juze and others who were familiar with Fang Yun looked at Fang Mansion in surprise.

"This voice seems to be the little fox of Fang Yun's spirit beast, how can he also learn the dragon chanting thunder sound?"

"Probably misheard, right?"

"Maybe it's the yellow dragon who helps. ”

"I'm afraid so. ”

Kong Chengzhong.

"Brother Detian, I can't bear it!

"Brother Fang has repeatedly instructed me to wait for the Moon Tree Divine Punishment to end before letting me wait to make a move, and now it is useless to make a move. ”

"Shall I sit here then?"

"This matter involves the dispute between the two clans, the dispute between the Holy Dao, and the personal enmity between the families and Fang Yun, I can only wait and see what happens!"

"Let's just sit back and wait for Fang Yun to be able to make three articles about the country. ”

Imperial City, in Changle Palace.

The two women are located in the main hall of Changle Palace, one woman sits on the queen mother's phoenix chair, and the younger one sits on the left hand side below.

"Your Majesty the Queen Mother, the ability of Fang Yun is comparable to the heavy weapon of the country, why don't you decisively save it?"

"It's not worth my rescue for a mere crime, not to mention, he has his own measure. Even if the poem fails to resist the crime, you can use the exemption order before the exam starts tomorrow. ”

"Then I'm sitting and waiting for the royal family of Jingguo to die?"

The Queen Mother said slowly: "No, we can sit and wait for the three articles of Zhenguo." ”

The sky is clear inside the capital, but the snow is heavy outside the capital.

The jade mountain outside the capital, covered with snow, is covered in snow.

In the courtyard of the Lei family, the two great Confucians sat on the ground, drank tea and discussed, and the snowflakes in the sky left once they were close to the two of them a foot away.

"It's the first time since the polar glacier parted, you and I have reunited. Lei Tingyu smiled.

"The snow here is much warmer than the polar glacier. Zong Wenxiong said.

Lei Tingyu suddenly looked at the capital and asked with a smile: "Brother Zong, do you think Fang Yun can write a few articles about Zhenguo before the exam?"

"Heaven is endless and manpower is poor. Two articles, the third to Narushu. ”.

(To be continued......)