Fang Yi slowly raised his hand at this time.
The prompt on the panel appeared again.
[You are carrying a panel, and all your talents have been fully charged. 】
[There are five levels to choose from for controlling talent. 】
[There are five levels: Beginner, Small Success, Dacheng, Consummation, and Perfection. Once you have mastered the "breath gathering" skill, you can choose any one of these five levels to show yourself. 】
Fang Yi was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this "breath gathering" skill was so powerful and could help him choose any level.
Fang Yi hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and started writing.
Yes, Fang Yi also chose to write.
Fang Yi's fingers exuded talents one after another, and under his control, a handwriting began to gradually appear.
What he wrote was the word "Confucianism", and everyone else present saw it.
"I didn't expect that what he wrote turned out to be the same character as what Zhao Zhe wrote. Why, does he want to use this to compete with Zhao Zhe?" At this time, everyone in the audience started talking.
However, after finishing writing the word "Confucianism", Fang Yi did not choose to stop, but continued to write something.
"He actually wants to write a few more words??" At this time, other people present began to commotion.
A trace of surprise flashed across the eyes of Jiang Baiyi and the others.
If you want to leave a mark on this wall, you need to master talents to a certain level. Logically speaking, if you don't have a strong mastery of talents, you should not use other attack methods, just use regular attack methods. In this way, you may be able to better demonstrate your ability mastery.
Writing is the most complex attack method. The reason why Xiao Xiangzi chose that way is because Xiao Xiangzi has experienced the tempering of blood and fire. He has such strength and confidence.
Fang Yi, a son-in-law from the North, chose writing as a method, which was not very wise.
At the same time, Fang Yi's second character also appeared.
"road!"
The second character written by Fang Yi is exactly the character "Tao".
Everyone suddenly realized that the word Fang Yi wanted to write was the word "Confucianism and Taoism".
But at this time, Fang Yi had no intention of stopping, and even continued to write with his fingers.
For a moment, everyone looked at Fang Yi in even greater disbelief, wondering what on earth he was going to do.
Soon, the third word appeared.
It is the word "to".
Everyone didn't know why, but they saw that Fang Yi continued to wave his fingers and write.
"Crazy, crazy, he wants to write four words!!" someone muttered to himself at this time.
"So what if you write four words, can you still achieve perfection??" Someone sneered and said: "This round mainly depends on the degree of control of talent. What, writing a few more words can still make talent control." The level cannot be perfected."
"Yeah, it's not like who has more handwriting." Someone secretly mocked.
These people are typical sour grapes. The talent shown by Fang Yi in the first round was much better than the others, which naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of many students. This time I saw that Fang Yi was going to write After four words, it became even more difficult to accept, and I started to cynicize.
Fang Yi turned a deaf ear and was not affected by what everyone said at all.
He continued writing the last word.
Just this word, Fang Yi felt extremely difficult to write it down.
Fang Yi wrote stroke by stroke. When he reached the end, Fang Yi felt that his right hand began to become weak and weak. It seemed that no matter what, he could not put down the last stroke.
Everyone also noticed something strange, and the mockery on their faces became more intense.
Even the old Confucian's expression changed. He looked at the last word written by Fang Yi and suddenly said: "If you can't write it, don't force it."
Fang Yi turned around and glanced at everyone, then laughed loudly and said: "I can't write it. If I can't write it, I won't write it today."
As he spoke, all the talent in Fang Yi's body suddenly spurted out and gathered at his fingertips.
Fang Yi overcame the soreness on his fingertips and wrote the last stroke with all his strength.
The handwriting took shape instantly, and it was at this time that everyone saw clearly what the word was.
"Holy!"
That is the word "holy".
After writing that word, Fang Yi suddenly felt weak. All his talents seemed to be completely emptied by the word "holy" in front of him, but fortunately, he wrote all four words.
As a result, the four big characters were completely displayed in front of everyone.
Those are four big characters.
"The Holy Saint of Confucianism and Taoism!"
As soon as these four words came out, a dazzling golden light suddenly emitted, shining so brightly that it was almost difficult for everyone to open their eyes.
The four big characters rushed towards the wall quickly, leaving four deep pit marks on the wall.
The four golden characters of "Sage of Confucianism and Taoism" were shining brightly, reflecting on the entire wall, making them look more and more extraordinary.
…
Everyone present was suddenly stunned. Everyone was staring blankly at the four big characters on the wall, almost suffocating.
The sage of Confucianism and Taoism! !
These four characters alone summarize the Confucian and Taoist principles that Confucian and Taoist monks have pursued for thousands of years.
That is the Holy One.
Jiang Baiyi, Xiao Xiangzi, and Shangguan Mingyue, the three top talents who performed exceptionally well in the first round, were all shocked at this time.
They stared at the four big characters on the wall, and a blazing fire was ignited in their chests.
What’s the use of practicing Confucianism and Taoism and becoming a great Confucian!
To practice Confucianism, you must have great ambitions!
Be sanctified! !
A Confucian scholar who does not want to become a saint is not a good warrior, no, he is not a good scholar.
Scholars must practice Confucianism and Taoism, see the Four Saints, and become the fifth Saint throughout the ages! !
Even Jing Wuying, who had always had no expression, now had a breathtaking color in his charming eyes.
His breathing began to become heavier, and an elusive look flashed across his eyes. Jing Wuying glanced at Fang Yi with complicated eyes, and then suppressed the desire in his heart and refused to look at the Confucian and Taoist master. The four shining golden characters of Holy.
…
Fang Yi has finished the test. Fang Yi is the last person in this round. Only Fang Yi's final results can be judged. This round of testing will be completely over.
But at this time, those students voluntarily gave up the idea of exploring forward. They also knew that they could not judge Fang Yi. The old Confucian had already walked to the wall at this time. He stared at the four big characters on the wall carefully. After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly sighed and said, "Beyond perfection!"
Above perfection! ! !
Fang Yi's mastery of talent is beyond perfection! !
Everyone present held their breath, and soon a burst of fierce noise suddenly began to erupt.
Above perfection!
How can someone master their own talents to a level beyond perfection?
Also, what is the level beyond perfection?
Above perfection, there is only one perfection!
But in today's world, no one, not even the great Confucians of the Song dynasty, or even the great masters of the world, can say that their mastery of talent is perfect.
Unless Mr. Da uses the original version of the "Four Saints Classic" and relies on the power of the Four Saints, he can achieve perfect mastery.
But the Fang family's son-in-law in front of him can reach a level beyond perfection?
"Quickly pinch my middle, I can't breathe." A disciple felt that his whole body went soft and he was about to faint.
"Me too..." At this moment, Tang Bufan looked at the four big characters on the wall and suddenly felt his heart twitching. The next moment, his heart began to beat violently. The heart beats extremely fast and may burst suddenly at almost any time.
Tang Bufan's face was extremely pale and he hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at the four big characters or Fang Yi anymore.
He was afraid that if he didn't say hello well, Wen's heart would really be broken on the spot today.
This man is not a Confucian scholar, this man is a devil.
After hearing the old Confucian's judgment, Jiang Baiyi and Shangguan Mingyue performed relatively well, but Xiao Xiangzi's pretty face instantly became distorted. These four big characters gave him a huge stimulation.
But this is not enough. The key is the evaluation of the old Confucian, which deeply stimulated Xiao Xiangzi.
Above perfection! !
This is simply impossible. Who can have a level of mastery beyond perfection? ?
No one is born with the ability to use their talents. They are all acquired and have to go through countless trials before they can flexibly master their talents.
This son-in-law from the North had a much humbler background than him, but Xiao Xiangzi had outstanding talents since he was a child. He preferred to challenge the impossible and traveled to various places to hone himself.
Why is he stronger than me? !
Xiao Xiangzi's mentality was unbalanced for a long time, until at a certain moment, he suddenly woke up and stopped looking at those four big characters. Just now, the more he looked at those four big characters, the more unbalanced Xiao Xiangzi's heart became, and eventually a lot of jealousy arose.
But after all, Xiao Xiangzi had been tempering himself for a long time and knew that this would affect his progress in cultivation. He quickly restrained his thoughts and stopped himself from thinking about this matter.
But at this time, the old Confucian said to everyone: "With my meager cultivation, I cannot accurately judge Fang Yi's mastery of talent. I can only make a preliminary judgment that it is above perfection." , the great scholar U Thant, who is well versed in this matter, has not returned from giving lectures. After he returns, he may be able to give a more fair judgment."
"When I look at these four characters, every trace of talent contained in them is very peaceful and has not leaked out at all. This proves that the mastery of talent is almost, or even has reached a perfect level. I have never seen anyone , can reach this level." The old scholar added again at this time.
"I don't dare to say that it's perfect. I hope you don't mind." The last sentence was said by Fang Yi.
Fang Yi shook his head and said it didn't matter.
Everyone else was stunned on the spot.
What did this old Confucian just say?
He said it seemed to be "perfect"?
"Hold the grass!!" A student couldn't help but cursed.
Others immediately began to agree. They no longer wanted to speak. At present, these two words were the only ones that could vent their pain.
Collapse, collapse, mentality completely collapsed.
Everyone wanted to destroy their own Confucianism and Taoism.
"If Yi is born, why should I be born!!"
"What on earth do I need to cultivate Confucianism and Taoism for?"
"I'm not as good as Yi!"
"Jealousy changes me beyond recognition!!!"
For a moment, the students were wailing, and no one could accept this reality.
