After Hu Xiaoyun and Li Huoya left, Fan Jin's home was quiet again, and only the sound of the whirring north wind came.

Fan Jin took a deep breath, his eyes were as bright as snow, and he walked to the door, no matter how the north wind blows, his bright eyes are like torches, looking into the distance against the north wind.

A jackdaw was flying lonely in the north wind, and suddenly felt as if he was being targeted by something, and turned his head to look, but it was Fan Jin who was standing under the eaves with a smile on his face.

"This human has a broken brain, right? Why are you staring at me? ”

The jackdaw only felt a chill behind him, and then flapped his wings and flew desperately, thinking that he would hurry home so as not to be targeted by the bad guys.

"Four hundred meters away, this jackdaw has 95 feathers on its wings, is this the ability to see at night?"

"Originally, it was a child's literary position that could only be awakened by awakening the eyes and bones, but now it has awakened?"

"Is this the treatment of the disciples of the saint and the saint of the saint in front of the saint and the enlightenment of the saint academy?"

At this time, Fan Jin, after awakening the bones of his eyes and gaining the ability to see at night, he could look inward.

At Fan Jin's eye bones, the hair-like talent kept circling and winding on Fan Jin's bones, nourishing this piece of bone.

And in Fan Jin's spine and chest, the talent is also constantly nourishing the two bones that are about to awaken.

Wen bones, the literati comprehend the sustenance of the magic power of literature and Taoism.

Gain fame and get a literary position, talent enters the body, and the bones are awakened.

Normal people are awakened in this way, because of the strictness of the imperial examination system, how difficult it is to obtain fame!

It is difficult to be admitted to the position of a child student, take the county examination as an example, there must be a showman in the township and the remaining five people to be promoted before they can participate in the county test, and there is only Jiang Lizheng in Gaoyao Township.

It can be seen that the difficulty of fame is as difficult as the sky!

Jiang Lizheng is a talent in ten miles and eight towns, and Fan Jin has not yet obtained fame and fame, and has been rewarded by the state, so he has been empowered by the talent of the Holy Humanities Academy, born the bones of the eyes, and awakened the literary and Taoist powers of bright eyes and night vision.

Moreover, there are two pieces of the chest and spine that are being conceived, and when the time comes, they can be born.

Just when Fan Jin looked at himself, he was in the Holy Humanities Academy.

A person wearing a purple robe, a turban, and a footwalk without any jade on his body was kneeling in the main hall of the Academy of Literature, bowing to the statues of Confucius and Zhou Sheng.

"The saint is above, my human race, there is salvation!"

"Later generations have used the classics to cover up the traces of the poems that have been passed down to the world, and they have deprived them of their talents that should have reached five feet in the sky, so that they can only be less than two feet of talent, reaching the level of immortals."

"Now there is a traitor in my human race, and he wants to subvert the bloodline inheritance of my descendants of Yan and Huang."

"Anti-Confucian return to the source, the three clans of people, demons and witches are not separated, advocating the theory of mixed blood, and there is an undercurrent surging in it, even if my Kong family and Zhou family uphold the will of the saints, they can't prevent all this from happening!"

"For more than 1,400 years, since the first generation of sons and hundreds of schools of thought and half-saints, and after the sub-saints, there has been no new saint in the human race, sad, lamentable!"

When this man said this, he burst into tears.

This person is none other than the contemporary Yan Shenggong, the contemporary head of the Confucian family, and the great Confucian Kong Qinghui.

and the Zhou Sheng's family, the descendant of King Wen, and the current emperor of the Zhou State of Yizhou, King Zhou Renwang - Ji Cai, jointly in charge of the Sage Humanities Academy.

It's just that the center of gravity of the Zhou Shengshi family is not in the Sage Humanities Academy, so it is basically Kong Qinghui who takes the power of the two saints and is in charge of the affairs of the world's scholars.

Kong Qinghui looked at the statues of the two saints in the main hall and made an oath: "Please rest assured that the two saints, future generations, Kong Qinghui swears by his literary position, and he will definitely swear to protect the hope of the human race, so as to return a bright future to my human race!" ”

After Kong Qinghui finished his oath, he came to the heirloom under the statue of the saint and opened the heirloom scripture.

The classics of the hand-me-down keep turning the pages, starting from the Book of Changes, the Book of Poetry, and all the classics of the Hundred Schools of Thought, all of which are vividly visible.

However, after the hundred schools of thought, there were no new classics, and when a blank page appeared, Kong Qinghui injected his talent, and lovesick verses began to appear on the classics.

The 27 words are blended together and turned into a picture, which is Fan Jin, who is looking at himself at home.

"Hezhou, Mingguo, Fan Jin?"

Kong Qinghui muttered to himself, and in the next second, an accident happened.

"Who?"

Fan Jin noticed a contemptuous gaze, and immediately stopped looking inward, tense all over, and looked around at home.

"Weird? I just felt that someone was staring at me, who could it be? ”

Fan Jin looked around, but there was no problem at home, and there was no trace of anyone when he opened the door, and his talent seemed to be empowered except for Hu Xiaoyun and Huoya and himself, and no one else knew who wrote "Acacia".

Otherwise, at this time, let alone Zhang Guang'an, the magistrate of Guangling County, even if it is the prefect of Dongguang Mansion, he must come to Fan Jin in person at this time to talk about his life ideals.

Fan Jin suddenly thought of something, looked up at the sky, and at that moment, it seemed that he had crossed time and space, and met Kong Qinghui, who was in the Holy Humanities Academy.

"Is it heaven?"

Fan Jin muttered to himself, except for the sky, Fan Jin really couldn't imagine that anyone could see him invisibly.

The "sky" in Fan Import naturally does not refer to the blue sky and white clouds, but to the two Terran saints, or the Zhou State Sage Humanities Academy in Yizhou.

Fan Jin couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the picture of King Wen of Zhou and Confucius saying that they were waiting for his arrival after he wrote "Acacia" and spread it to the world.

"There, where the hell is it? What were King Wen of Zhou and Confucius doing there? Why wait for me? ”

At this time, Fan Jin was just a small poor scholar, if it was because of the poems of lovesickness that had long been missing, and it was rumored that the saints who had ascended to the outside of the domain looked at him, Fan Jin did not believe it.

Lovesickness, love for children, or thinking of relatives and friends, although the feelings are delicate, but it is indeed a small Doyle, in the eyes of the sage, the national plan, the survival of the human race, is the avenue.

But the scene in his mind was a real saint's coercion, and Fan Jin believed that in a place where no one knew, the two Terran saints must be guarding something.

Kong Qinghui, who was on the other side, looked at Fan Jin in the heirloom at this time, and showed a pleased smile: "Talented and sharp, he can actually detect my prying eyes, and he is indeed worthy of being able to write down the poems of the world." ”

"Fan Jin, Fan Jin, I'm waiting for you in the Sage Humanities Academy!"

Just as Kong Qinghui was observing Fan Jin, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the Sage Humanities Academy, and a faint familiar shout came from his ears: "Father, father." ”

Kong Qinghui closed the scriptures of the world, bowed to the two saints, and left the saint's hall.

Out of the great hall of the saints, it is the sub-holy hall.

The Yasheng Hall is larger than the Sage's Hall, and there are hundreds of Yasheng who have left classics and preaching in hundreds of schools, such as Confucianism, Taoism, soldiers, Legalists, Mohists, peasants, vertical and horizontal families, Yin and Yang families, novelists, miscellaneous families, famous scholars, and doctors.

Outside the Yasheng hall is the half-holy courtyard, under the dome of the courtyard, neatly arranged in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period to the destruction of the Qin State, after Confucius preached the sage, the half-saint statue of the half-saint of the hundred sons of the hundred preachers.

Out of the Half-Holy Temple, it is the literary academy area of the Holy Humanities Academy, the Semi-Holy Temple, the Sub-Temple, and the Holy Temple, all of which are places of worship, and the Bungain is the place to learn the Tao.

In the Holy Humanities Academy, at this time, there was a girl wearing a skirt, wearing a walking head, and a dusty temperament looked at the exit of the Half-Holy Courtyard, and shouted after seeing Kong Qinghui: "Father, father!" My mother asked me to come to you, saying that Nioh had invited you to a banquet in the evening and asked you to prepare. ”

"Okay, my father knows, how many times have I said that girls don't shout outside."

Kong Qinghui looked at his daughter Kong Xin and said helplessly.

"You girl, you don't look like a lady, if you don't know, you think you're a wild girl!"

Kong Xinke didn't care so much, grabbed Kong Qinghui's hand and said: "I will always be my father's daughter, so don't be a wild girl!" ”

"You girl, you're so old, it's really sad......"

The female avoids her father, Kong Qinghui, as a great Confucian, or a Confucian of the Confucian family, naturally knows this, but for her own daughter, she has been spoiled from childhood to adulthood, and she likes it in her heart.

His daughter is not only beautiful, but also talented, Kong Qinghui dreamed more than once in his dream that he gave birth to a son, if you want, with his daughter's talent, it is more than enough to gain fame and Taoism......

"When my daughter is older, she wants to get married."

Looking at his slim and slim daughter, who is twenty-eight years old, Kong Qinghui can't help but sigh a little, time is really fast.

As a great Confucian, he is also a contemporary Yan Shenggong, if nothing else, he will live for more than 500 years, and his daughter will be just a cup of loess after a hundred years.

The reason why those who advocate that people and demons are not separated from each other, and say that they want to be mixed, is recognized by some human races, is because the demon clan has a long lifespan and has bloodline powers.

"I don't want to get married! Daddy said me again! ”

"Ignore you!"

Kong Xin let go of Kong Qinghui's hand, pretending to be angry and ran away, Kong Qinghui smiled, waved his hand lightly, and a green cloud appeared under his feet, and then grabbed his daughter and rode the green cloud back to the house.