Fang Yun raised his head in shock. Behind the curtain, the lights were flickering. The man was motionless, and his eyes seemed to be staring at Fang Yun. With a movement in his heart, Fang Yun already had an idea in his mind.
After grabbing the ink stick and grinding it carefully in the inkstone for a while, Fang Yun picked up the fine brush, dipped it in, and immediately wrote a few lines of poetry on the other two blank sides of the white paper:
"The car travels thousands of miles and goes with the waves."
"The elephant flows into the three rivers." [Note: In ancient chess, the elephant is connected to the prime minister, referring to the prime minister]
These two lines of poems connect the past and the future, conforming to the previous artistic conception of killing. Then Fang Yun dipped his hand in ink again, changed his writing style, and wrote the last couplet on the other two sides:
"When the cannon went off, the sky shook."
"Suddenly the young dragon was startled to worry."
As soon as these two sentences came out, the artistic conception of the entire poem changed again. Fang Yun cleverly used the word "startled" to show that this was just a dream. In this way, the poem became a simple poem about dreams.
, invisibly dispelling the artistic conception of civil and military decisions.
"Sir, the students have finished."
Putting down his brush, Fang Yun raised his hands to the figure behind the curtain. At this time, the sandalwood in the incense burner was less than half burned. Just after Fang Yun's voice fell, the eunuch who just appeared again appeared again, holding up the octagonal white paper lamp.
, glanced at it, and couldn't help but praise:
"Young Master has great calligraphy skills!"
Fang Yun's calligraphy is elegant and free, revealing an uncontrollable aura, which seems to turn into clouds and burst out of the paper. These are all practiced by Fang Yun in his previous life.
"My father-in-law is so complimentary." Fang Yun clasped his fists.
The eunuch nodded and walked behind the curtain holding an octagonal white paper lantern. Fang Yun took a sneak peek and saw the figure behind the curtain, taking the octagonal lantern and seeming to be sizing it up.
"Hahaha, what a 'child dragon's sorrow'!..."
Behind the curtain, the man took a look and suddenly laughed. After laughing, he stood up suddenly, his sleeves fluttering, turned around and left...
"Sir, congratulations! You passed the test."
After the black shadow behind the curtain left, the eunuch came out again with a scroll in his hand: "This is the reward this time, because you were the first to arrive. So this handwriting of the Third Lord belongs to
You! As for the reward from the Human Emperor, it will be sent to the Sifang Hou Mansion."
"Thank you, father-in-law."
Fang Yun took the scroll without opening it, but held it in his hand. He turned around and walked out.
"Well. There are others who have entered the final level!"
When Fang Yun stepped out of the palace door, he saw lights in the other two adjacent side halls. The curtains were lowered, and two thin figures could be vaguely seen, taking exams inside.
"The second and third place in this literary test should be from these two people. I just don't know which two scholars from the capital."
Fang Yun didn't stay long, turned around and walked out.
At the twenty-seventh level of the literary test, the curtains were quiet. A pair of eyes were focused on the entrance to the next level. When Fang Yun appeared at the door, all these eyes were focused on him and they quickly scanned around.
It landed behind Fang Yun, where a scroll stretched out diagonally.
Hiss!
The eight scholars stared at the scroll in Fang Yun's hand, and their breathing became heavy. During this Lantern Festival Imperial Banquet, nothing was allowed to be brought into the palace. There was no need to think about where the scroll in Fang Yun's hand came from.
Just think about it and you’ll know.
Sangong's pen and ink! A treasure that all the students of the Zhou Dynasty were eager to pursue! It is more shocking and attractive than any martial arts secrets or panacea!
Fang Yun glanced at the eight people, and he had some impressions of these eight people. In his previous life, these eight people often took turns to get the first place in the Lantern Festival Literary Examination. The eight people formed a small group of their own, and they usually relied on their talents and arrogance.
He is taller than the sky and doesn't like to talk to others.
Fang Yun, Zhang Ying, and Zhou Xin once tried to communicate with them, but were rejected. Until later, Fang Yun suddenly exerted his strength and won the first place in the literary test from these eight people.
"What happened in the previous life happened in advance in this life."
Fang Yun could feel the complicated eyes of these eight people. They were all outstanding students in the academy, but they could only watch helplessly as he took the first place in the literary test. This feeling was indeed unpleasant.
Fang Yun walked slowly towards the exit, and the eyes of the eight people followed Fang Yun's movement. When Fang Yun disappeared at the entrance of the palace, there was finally a loud crash inside.
"Who is this person? How come I never have any impression of him in the Academy?!"
"It shouldn't be like this. Eight of us are here, and someone is one step ahead of us!"
"My father is a Tongyi doctor of the third rank of Zhongzheng, the twenty-seventh official of the imperial court. I am a disciple of Dr. Zhongyi. Where does this kid come from? How can he be better than me!"
"What about Dr. Zhongyi? My father was still a student of the then imperial master, and there is a volume of his handwriting at home. If my background is useful, shouldn't I be the first to win!"
"Don't say that there are some of these things. This time, someone took the Lantern Festival literary test first and got the first place. It's in vain that we usually think too highly of ourselves. We have lost all our dignity. Let's go back and find out what happened this time.
Who is the first in the test! With such ability, it is impossible to remain unknown in the academy!"
…
The eight of them usually refused to obey anyone else, but this time they felt like they had been slapped hard in the face as they watched Sangong's handwriting slip under their noses.
The following floors were crowded with people. Fang Yun blended in with the crowd, but he didn't cause much shock. Occasionally, he noticed that he was holding something in his hand, and as soon as there were people around him, he disappeared from sight.
There is no need to go back to Tongming Hall. I have Sangong's pen and ink in my hand and nowhere to hide. Being there will definitely attract attention and cause unnecessary trouble.
"Master, you are here."
Outside the palace gate, the carriage driver saw Fang Yun coming out and bowed his head.
"Uncle Zhang, you're welcome. Well, has mother come out?"
Fang Yun asked.
"No. The Queen's royal banquet is not over yet. As usual, I'm afraid she won't be able to come back until dawn!" the carriage driver replied.
There was heavy snow falling between the sky and the earth, and this Lantern Festival night became even colder. Fang Yun looked back and saw that the inside and outside of the palace were brightly lit, with laughter and laughter. For some reason, Fang Yun suddenly felt a lack of interest in his heart.
"Uncle Zhang, let's go back."
Fang Yun boarded the carriage, and the old coachman responded, climbed on the shaft, raised his whip, and whipped it in the air. The two pure-haired horses immediately moved their hooves and headed out of the palace gate...
…
The night was dark, and at this time, most people had fallen asleep. The streets were deserted, and there was a faint smell of fireworks in the air.
There is heavy snow between the sky and the earth. In the depths of the night, a man in black robes is flying in the wind and snow. This man has eagle eyes and a high nose, and his breath is deep. When his eyes turn, he reveals an extremely sinister smell. He
His eyes kept wandering down, as if searching for something.
"Huh?" Suddenly, the man's eyes seemed to be attracted by something, and he looked in the direction of the palace, where a carriage was slowly driving out of the palace gate.
"What a powerful light, actually red with purple in it. Which prince's son is riding in this carriage? He is so lucky!"
All things in the world are born according to the luck of Qi. If the luck is poor, the person will be poor, sick and miserable, and live a mediocre life; if the luck is strong, the person will be born into a prince's family and be either rich or noble.
In the eyes of the man in black robe, the entire palace of Zhou Dynasty, the inner city was shrouded in strong purple energy, and the outer layer was filled with red light. Outside the palace gate, a red and purple energy shot straight into the sky. In the night,
It can be seen from a great distance.
The purple one is the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the red one is the prince's son of the Great Zhou Dynasty. This man has never seen this red with purple.
"Red represents the Great Luck, and purple represents good luck. Only the emperors of the Zhou Dynasty and the heads of clans and sects will have this kind of purple essence on their heads. What is the identity of the person in this carriage, and he actually has this kind of energy?
Good luck?"
The black-robed man's dark eyes rolled, and a treacherous and sinister look appeared on his face: "It doesn't matter who he is. I killed him and ate his blood. If he still has some hidden luck,
, then let me divide it!"
The man in black robe suddenly let out a weird laugh, opened his sleeves, and slid towards the horse like a big bat.
The wind and snow were blowing outside the window, and Fang Yun was sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed and concentrating. Suddenly, the carriage jolted, and in the dark night, two big horses neighed, as if he had been frightened.
"Well, what's going on!"
Fang Yun was startled and immediately opened his eyes. At this moment, a strong gust of wind blew down, and the curtains were ripped open. Outside the exposed narrow window, a sinister-looking man in black robes fell from the sky and rushed down.
Before the man jumped down, a dark and cold atmosphere enveloped the carriage. The charcoal fire hanging under the shaft made a beeping sound and was immediately extinguished.
"Not good! Master of Reborn Realm!"
Fang Yun's face changed drastically. Those who can control the air and fly are at least strong men in the Reborn Realm. Fang Yun has not even reached the formation level yet, so he is no match for such a strong man in the Reborn Realm.
"boom!"
Fang Yun slapped his palm on the seat and immediately hit the wall of the carriage, about to break through the wall.
"Jie Jie, there is no reason to escape from the blood food I like!"
Fang Yun reacted quickly, and the man in black robe reacted even faster. He opened his five fingers, and a black vortex formed between his palms, emitting a huge force that suppressed Fang Yun. The entire carriage was attracted to him and wanted to go.
Flying in the air.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred——
In the carriage, a dazzling light suddenly burst out. On the seat next to Fang Yun, the "Sangong Pen and Ink" that had been silent suddenly unfolded automatically and floated in the air. A majestic righteousness of heaven and earth began from here.
Radiating out from the calligraphy and painting, covering a space of thousands of feet.
Outside the car window, the man in black robes had his eyes wide open, his face full of horror. He didn't even have time to dodge, and was hit by this aura of awe-inspiring righteousness. Black smoke billowed out of his body instantly, and he exploded into ashes with a bang.