Chapter 1122 (1/2)

There are more and more readers in the stands.

Yan Yukong looked around and said, ”this year, there are many more scholars watching the struggle for the first place in the country than in previous years. Last year, it was less than one-third of that at the moment.”

”I didn't watch it last year,” Conde said.

”I don't care,” Fang Yun said.

”The reason why there are so many people this year is mostly for Fang Xusheng. You see, there are obviously the most people in Qingguo and Jingguo.”

Fang Yun glanced at Qingguo's stand, then looked at Jingguo, found many acquaintances, and then smiled and nodded.

The people on the Jingguo stand immediately became boiling and talked one after another.

Sun naiyong said helplessly, ”why don't you two watch such an important thing as fighting for the head of the country? Fang Xusheng, don't tell me you don't know the rules of fighting for the head of the country.”

Fang Yun laughed: ”Of course I know. There are three rounds of competing for the first place in the country. The first round is the lotus pool. People write and aspire to attract the power in the pool and form a lotus platform under their seats. The better they aspire, the stronger the power they absorb and the more petals they form when they sit down. After everyone has finished writing, the lotus platform will explode and impact in all directions. Those who have poor aspirations will be pushed out of the lotus leaf by the power of explosion , falling into the water failed. Those who still sit on the lotus platform can get a lotus heart and absorb the power of the lotus pool. As for the lava cave in the second round, everyone sits on the stone pillar in the flame magma. In the cloud sky in the third round, everyone sits on the white cloud. As long as they are impacted and leave the stone pillar or white cloud, they lose. ”

”I thought you didn't care,” sun naiyong joked.

”It is said that in the funniest year, the strength of more than a dozen top scholars was close. After entering the lotus pool, no one fell into the water, into the lava cave, no one fell into the magma, into the cloud sky, and no one fell from the white clouds. It was spread as a joke.”

”It's too difficult to be the leader of the country. After all, the determination, determination and road building are not determined by talent or experience. Although Fang Xusheng has extraordinary strength and amazing talent, it's not surprising if he fails in the struggle for the leader of the country.”

Fang Yun nodded gently to express his approval.

”More than a hundred years ago, there was an average number one scholar who inspired his potential in the cloud sky, lined up the rest and became the head of the country. But in the end, he just became an ordinary bachelor, not even a great Confucian. He was called the weakest head of the country.”

”However, the normal way to fight for the head of the country is that there are four or five people left in the end, and no one can do anything. The most recent head of the country is Yi Zhishi. Now, Yi Zhishi is already the No. 1 Confucian and has been granted the title of literary giant.”

”In the year of Yi Zhishi's palace examination, with him, there were three four talents, but in the end, Yi Zhishi was still promoted to the top of the country.”

”If Mr. Zhishi is canonized, the strength of the human race will go further. It was a shame for the human race that the demon emperor fought the four talents alone with his own strength. If Mr. Zhishi achieved semi sainthood and studied the holy way, he may not be weaker than the demon emperor.” sun naiyong said.

”It's hard to say that the demon emperor is as strong as the current Fang Xusheng. He is the first Demon Under the demon saint with a barbarian body. He has never failed, which has explained everything. For Mr. Zhishi, the possibility of canonization is 90%, and there is another 10% accident. But for the demon emperor, canonization is just a matter of time. If he didn't want to be buried in the holy Valley, he might have been canonized.”

”Speaking of burying the holy Valley, the great Confucians of the human race have begun to prepare. I just got the news yesterday that after the stupid great Confucians got the literary heart of the middle grade spring and autumn accumulation order, the power of war poetry has gone further and has been listed as one of the main candidates by the saints. I don't admire Yi Zhishi or Fang Xusheng, but Mr. Songshi!”

”Not to mention the things that have no shadow, the time is coming, we...”

Before he finished speaking, a strange force fell from the sky. Everyone seemed to think of the saddest thing in his life, and some even couldn't help crying.

At this moment, Fang Yun looked at the flowers and leaves and looked at the people. Everyone was devastated and looked at the sky and around.

Heaven and earth are sad!

”This is...”

The great Confucians on the stand stood up first, and then the others realized something and got up one after another.

Fang Yun quickly stood up and knew what had happened.

No one knows who fell, and there is no warning, but everyone instinctively looks in the direction of Qingguo.

Then the world shook.

The death knell rang all over the world.

In the military of Wu state.

Wearing shining silver armor, a Jinshi general stood in front of two thousand people, pointed to the north, and his tongue burst with spring thunder: ”there are barbarians living there who are inferior to pigs and dogs. They seize our land, rob our food and kill our relatives! They are powerful, strong, many in number, and some use weapons. What shall we do?”

The school ground was silent.

”Tell me what to do?”

No one answered.

”Then I'll tell you, kill the fuck! Cut off their hands, break their legs, cut their necks, let them bleed and let them die. That's what we have to do! As for others, it has nothing to do with our soldiers! Now I ask you, what should the demon man do before us?”

”Kill the fuck!” two thousand people shouted in unison!

With a ferocious smile, the black faced general was about to praise the soldiers, but suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Qingguo. Unconsciously, his eyes wept.

Thousands of troops wailed.

Jiaguo, Luxian.

Luxian county is a famous textile County in Jiaguo. Four rivers flow through Luxian county. There are many workshops on both sides of the river, arranged in eight neat rows.

Driven by the flow of water, most workshops made a rumble, but some workshops have been shut down.

Some workers sat in front of the workshop to rest, smoking dry cigarettes and spitting smoke rings.

”Things in Ning'an county are harmful. Look, Lu county is a famous textile county. Even if the clothes are not from Lu County, they are at least from the state. Now it's good. It's hot, and the thin cotton shirts in Ning'an county are on sale; when it's cold, the scarves in Ning'an County appear. It's called a flower branch exhibition. It's very expensive, but the eldest daughter-in-law and little girls like it.”