Chapter 210 Weak Water River
"That's not necessarily true. Shengxu Road tests not only literary courage. Of course, Yan Yukong can definitely guarantee the top three." Li Fanming said.
Fang Yun shook his head and said: "I have been in contact with Yan Yukong. He is not only powerful in literary courage, but also has an extremely tenacious and pure heart for the holy way. Otherwise, he would not be considered to be able to surpass Yi Zhishi and say that he will become a semi-saint. He is also a scholar. , in the Monster Clan Hunting Ranking, he directly entered a higher Jinshi Ranking, and ranked twelfth among the Jinshi Rankings, making him the first person to succeed."
Qiu Chi on the side smiled and said: "Fang Zhenguo, you are so cunning. Your ranking in the monster hunting list is higher than him. Doesn't it mean that you also have a chance to be first in the Holy Ruins Road?"
Everyone smiled, knowing that Qiu Chi was praising Fang Yun in disguise.
More and more people entered the Wen Palace in front, and Fang Yun and others were at the end.
Approaching the main entrance of the Wen Palace, Fang Yun looked inside the Wen Palace and was surprised to find that everyone disappeared after entering the door, and it was still empty inside.
Fang Yun stepped forward, and his vision went dark and then brightened up. There was a piece of grass in front of him, and a ten-foot-wide river lay in front of him. There was no bridge on the river.
There is a canyon on the other side of the river. The depths of the canyon are shrouded in white mist, and it is unknown what is inside.
Fang Yun's eyes flashed slightly, the river seemed familiar.
Thousands of people stood by the river, looking at the slow-moving water and hesitating.
At this time, Fang Yun heard Liu Zizhi's voice shouting: "Fang Yun, whether our Jingguo can win the first place on the Holy Ruins Road depends entirely on you! You must use your position as a scholar to defeat the people of the Ten Kingdoms!"
Fang Yun did not expect Liu Zizhi to be a traitor. As soon as he said this, many people would still feel uncomfortable even if they knew that Liu Zizhi was harming him. The literary name was a real name, not a false name, so he should be merciful!
Fang Yun immediately looked in the direction of Liu Zizhi and said loudly: "The despicable villain Liu Zizhi, as a state Jieyuan, did not tell me yesterday at the Mid-Autumn Festival in Kongcheng, and today he wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife. You are a scholar in the world." Is it so easy to be deceived by you? Liu Zizhi, if you are a scholar, how dare you fight with me after Shengxu Road!"
Everyone looked at Fang Yun. Most of them were curious and fond of him. Only those from Qing and Wu had different expressions.
Fang Yun and Liu Zizhi separated, and the two looked at each other.
Ever since he was shocked by Fang Yun's three poems yesterday, Liu Zizhi understood that he could not deal with Fang Yun by continuing to use the previous methods. From now on, he must use all possible means and take action whenever there is an opportunity.
Liu Zizhi laughed and said: "We are both from Jingguo, how can we fight freely? What's more, you are a scholar and I am a scholar. If I fight with you, others will say that I am bullying the small, so forget it."
Suddenly, a familiar voice came: "I am from Qingguo and I am also a Juren. I want to fight with you. Do you dare?"
Everyone immediately looked towards the source of the sound. Fang Yun was blocked from seeing, but they heard someone whisper the person's name.
"It's Half-Saint Disciple Yan Yukong."
Liu Zizhi's throat seemed to be stuck with something, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face. Yan Yukong was not only a semi-sage disciple, but also a member of the Yan Zi family. Even if Liu Zizhi was crazy, he would not dare to offend such a big shot.
Fang Yun glanced at Liu Zizhi and said, "Brother Yan, thank you for your generous intervention, but the matter between me and the Liu family will be resolved by itself, otherwise the Liu family will definitely accuse me of colluding with outsiders to betray Jingguo."
Qiu Chi immediately whispered: "'False accusation' is a good idea. Liu Shan, the left prime minister, can be regarded as a traitor to Jingguo."
"Okay. Everyone, see you at the end of Shengxu Road." Then, everyone saw Yan Yukong slowly enter the river, and finally the water submerged him, and he walked forward step by step under the water.
With every step he took, his body shook. Halfway through, he was even washed away by the water and moved a few steps sideways. He had to stabilize before he could move forward.
The strange thing is that his clothes were not wet by the water, nor was it tilted by the water, but his body was still receiving force. Fang Yun realized that the weak water seemed different from ordinary water, and even the pseudo-dragon beads could not avoid it.
Fang Yun asked Li Fanming in a low voice: "What's going on? This is the first test. Is it so difficult for Yan Yukong to cross the river?"
"This weak water does not hit the body, but Wen Gong. Think about it, is the big Wen Palace washed more by the water, or the small Wen Palace?"
Fang Yun was stunned, because his Wen Gong was huge, and the limit of other people's Wen Gong was to be like a royal palace, but his Wen Gong hall had gone beyond ordinary buildings, and its area was equivalent to a small town.
Li Fanming said: "The small Wen Palace is not always good. If it is not strong enough, it will be washed away by weak water. No matter how big the Wen Palace is, as long as it is strong, it will not be washed away. However, the reason why Yan Yukong is like this is because he has no use of Wen Palace. The power of courage, if he had the courage to act, he would have gone through it long ago, now it is time to save his strength."
Fang Yun looked at the ten-foot-wide Ruoshui River and was worried, and he was convinced that his Wen Palace was more than ten times bigger than Yan Yukong. Even Yan Yukong was like this. Then he might not be able to cross the Ruoshui River without using Wen Gu, but once If someone uses literary courage to be discovered, the whole world will be shocked, and the significance is greater than that of a saint.
Soon, Yan Yukong walked out of the Ruoshui River, and the others entered the water one after another.
Li Fanming said: "There are many weak waters in the Holy Ruins. There is no bridge for you to cross. If there is weak water and rain, it will be worse. Alas, let's go." As he said that, he carried the fat white rabbit on his back and entered the water.
As soon as it entered the water, the big rabbit struggled slightly, showing a look of pain, but then Li Fanming used the power of literature to protect the big rabbit, and it calmed down.
Fang Yun found that Li Fanming's body was much more stable than Yan Yukong and was not deflected by the water. However, his walking speed was very slow and his body shook from time to time. Obviously Wen Gong was not as strong as Yan Yukong and was washed away by the weak water. Very painful.
Fang Yun carefully observed the people who entered the Weak Water River. Most of them were not as good as Li Fanming. Some scholars seemed to be in great pain even if they used their literary talents.
Soon, Fang Yun saw a scholar suddenly tremble violently all over his body, lose control of his body, and fall into the Weak Water River, but an invisible force surrounded him, picked him up, and put him on the shore.
Then, people kept being pulled out of the water in a coma. Except for a few scholars, most of them were scholars.
When Li Fanming crossed the Weak Water River, Fang Yun had not yet entered the river. At this moment, there were only more than 40 people who had not entered the river, all of whom were scholars.
There were nearly a thousand unconscious people lying by the river. Just one Weak Water River eliminated nearly one-fifth of the people.
All of Li Fanming's classmates crossed the river without exception. They were outstanding people to be able to study in the Confucius Mansion Academy.
"Fang Yun, why don't you cross the river!" Li Fanming stood on the other side of the river and looked at Fang Yun in confusion.
Those who had crossed the river and those who had not crossed the river looked at Fang Yun together. Liu Zizhi had also crossed the river, but he did not speak this time and stared at Fang Yun seriously.
Fang Yun nodded helplessly and walked slowly into the water.
When his legs and feet entered the water, Fang Yun felt strange. The touch of this weak water was very different from ordinary water. It was extremely soft, like cotton wool in the clouds, and the temperature could not be felt. It was very special.
The moment his body touched the weak water, Fang Yun felt a strange force suddenly appear outside his forehead palace, impacting his palace. This force was like a trickle at first, then a surging river, then a huge wave, and finally a tsunami.
From a trickle to a tsunami, it actually took only a blink of an eye.
Fang Yun had an illusion that all the water in the East China Sea was impacting his palace, and the palace was like a small boat in a storm.
This weak water was not real water, but more like an all-pervasive spiritual impact, which washed the palace from all directions.
The palace has six force-bearing surfaces, so the impact force of the weak water increased exponentially, thousands of times that of ordinary scholars!
Fang Yun only walked to the waist-deep weak water, and he felt dizzy and his body was washed to the side.
"This..."
Thousands of people were stunned. Even those unconscious scholars could hold on until their whole bodies were immersed in the water before being washed away. Now Fang Yun was washed away. This was too weird. I'm afraid only a student would do this.
Liu Zizhi couldn't help laughing and said, "So this is the world's number one scholar. It turns out that Wen Gong is so weak. He is just seeking fame and reputation, but his reputation is not worthy of his reputation. He is so frivolous!"
Li Fanming said coldly, "How do you know that it's because his Wen Gong is too weak? I think his Wen Gong is too big, and the impact he bears is far greater than ours!"
"No matter how big his Wen Gong is, can it be dozens or hundreds of times bigger than Yan Yukong's? What's more, look at his expression, he closed his eyes in pain, obviously because his Wen Gong is not strong enough. His Wen Gong is not strong, and now he is probably like being cut into pieces, his head is like being torn apart, and the pain is ten times more than ours."
"Bullshit! If his Wen Palace is not strong, how can he get to the third mountain of Shushan?"
"Who knows what happened in Shushan? Maybe the Wen Palace's strength is not tested at all, maybe he used some means, but he was exposed when he met the real Ruoshui! Fang Yun is finished! No need to watch! What a pity, I thought I would meet him in Shengxu, who would have thought that Fang Yun, who is a model of literati and a poet who can protect the country, is so incompetent! Haha! I still want to fight for the top 80 of the Juren, goodbye!"
Liu Zizhi laughed loudly, as if he had avenged his blood feud, and finally looked at Fang Yun in Ruoshui with contempt, turned around and left.
"What a pity, he can't even pass the first level of Shengxu Road." One person shook his head, seemingly regretful, but actually gloating.
"Alas, this is the hidden danger of sudden fame. Having talent but a weak Wen Palace is just a castle in the air. If he becomes a Juren, I'm afraid he can't even gather his literary courage. If he can learn from his mistakes, this may be a good thing for him, but his future will be much bleaker." One person said and left.
When the people of Jingguo saw this scene, most of them showed sadness. They didn't expect that the genius who was praised as the only hope of Jingguo would be so unbearable. This means that Fang Yun's foundation is extremely fragile. The higher the literary position, the greater the danger. The literary palace will inevitably collapse in the near future.
One person suddenly said disappointedly: "I thought he would be a strong opponent of my trip to the Holy Ruins. Unfortunately, I worried too much. Let's catch up with Yan Yukong."
Li Fanming looked at Feng Yang, who was as famous as Yan Yukong. He had a sense of ridicule, but also regret and regret.
Qiu Chi, who had been flattering Fang Yun, looked at Fang Yun silently and whispered: "Let's go, he will be fine."
"I'll wait a little longer." Li Fanming said.
"I'll wait too." Zuyuanhe said.
"We are not as good as you semi-saint family. The chance of entering the top 80 of the Juren is very high. I'll go first." Qiu Chi said, and quickened his pace to run towards Qifeng Canyon.
Fang Yun, who was under the weak water, was full of doubts: "Shouldn't the impact of the weak water be very painful? Why am I just dizzy and shaking, and not hurt at all?" .