Zhang Guozhong never thought that Pan Long would travel thousands of mountains and rivers to the Western Regions for his instructions to publish "A Study on Immortals and Buddhas of Ancient and Modern Times" for him.

He thought Pan Long would do this in a few years.

But in fact, Pan Long only took six days.

It was the sixth day of the eighth month that he handed over the manuscript of "Examination of Immortals and Buddhas of Ancient and Modern Times" to Pan Long. Today is only August 12th!

His hands trembled slightly. After a while, he said: "In the past, Wen Xiang wrote a hero named "Hu Yidao" in "Sword Tan, Heroes Club". Before he duel with others, when both sides confessed their funerals, he learned that the other party had a life-and-death revenge. If he could not take revenge, he would die with his eyes open. He asked himself that his martial arts skills were higher than the other party, and he discovered the flaws of the other party's martial arts skills, and he would definitely win this battle. He ran 800 miles overnight to kill his enemies and avenge his bloody revenge."

Pan Long smiled, he naturally knew this story. However, the version he knew was completely different from the version that Wen Chao "recreated" in this world.

In the version he knew, Hu Yidao and Miao Renfeng were plotted by others, and had earth-shaking martial arts, but they were just chess pieces on other people's chessboards, which was quite a pity. But in Wen Chao's version, Hu Yidao was not only very skilled in martial arts, but also had a strong vision. He could see through the plot of ghosts trying to plot against his conspiracy. In the end, Tian Guinong, who was poisoned on the weapon, and Yan Ji and the other two were cut a small wound on their bodies with swords, and then they died of poison. The Hu, Miao and Fan families, who had let go of the past grudges, went to Luzon to establish Xinshun, and overthrew the Qing Dynasty and rebuild the Han Dynasty in their grandson's generation.

In terms of the tortuous story, detailed description, and interlocking urgency, Wenchao version cut off the content of "Snow Mountain Flying Fox", but the story is more compact and completed in one go without any burden. It can be regarded as one of the most peak works in his life.

Although this is the result of standing on the shoulders of giants, even Pan Long, who has read the original work, has to admit that Wen Chao is indeed a talented person. Even if he does not travel through time, he should be able to make a difference in the cultural field and become a good writer or screenwriter.

This book is widely circulated in Daxia, and can be used as an allusion by Zhang Guozhong, a Hanlin scholar, which shows that it has a huge impact.

"I'm a little ashamed to compare Hu Yidao to me." Pan Long smiled. "It's not very difficult for me to accomplish this in six days. After all, I can fly, and it only takes two days to go back and forth in the Western Regions. For the remaining four days, it's not difficult to publish a book."

Zhang Guozhong shook his head: "Thousands of mountains and rivers, the stars and the moon are all over the sky, just for one instruction. This kind of thing is not something that can be simply summarized by the word "difficulty and easy".

He held the book and bowed to Pan Long to the ground: "Pan Daxia Gao Yi, Zhang is very grateful!"

Then, he stubbornly asked Pan Long to have some late night snack and two glasses of wine at home.

Of course, Pan Long would not refuse.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Zhang Guozhong became a little drunk. He said, "Actually, I originally thought that when you publish this book, I would probably be old. Even if there is any trouble, it doesn't matter. But I didn't expect it to be released now."

"How? Will there be trouble?"

"It's not a big trouble," Zhang Guozhong said with a smile. "The people in the world call Zhang Hao to catch a lot. Who can say that I wrote this book?"

“…You may have a preface before the book.”

"That was the man who used my reputation." Zhang Guozhong said without hesitation, "If I had the ability to publish books in the Western Regions, how could I get into a bachelor's degree in the Hanlin Academy for 16 years? Obviously, that's all slander!"

Pan Long couldn't help laughing.

"Anyway, if you want to be serious about this kind of thing, even if you die, you can open a coffin and kill a corpse, or even implicate future generations. If you don't want to be serious about it, this statement is enough to deal with it." Zhang Guozhong smiled and seemed not worried about this matter at all. "This book is circulated in the Western Regions and will not have much impact on Daxia. Could it be that those people from the Silk Road Caravan will be nervous about bringing this book back and selling it?"

"I don't think they're so crazy. At most, they just bring one back as evidence of the crime." Pan Long guessed.

Zhang Guozhong shook his head: "In my opinion, they won't even bring back a copy. What can I get into with such a troublesome thing? Just pretend that I didn't see it."

Speaking of this, he poured himself a glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and then continued to smile and said, "There is a reason why I want this book to be published in the Western Regions. Many years ago, I saw a note written by an old official who participated in the Silk Road Caravan. According to him, unofficial historical stories that ruined Taizu's reputation were very popular in the Western Regions. Compared to those, I am not really worth it."

Pan Long was slightly stunned and asked, "Why is this?"

"Probably the relationship between Daxia and the Western Regions... is not that good," said Zhang Guozhong. "The relationship between them is not very good, so the literati are naturally very keen to fabricate scandals from each other, that's all."

Pan Long recalled and found that when he entered the bookstore, there were indeed works such as "The Secret History of Zhao Sheng" and "The Truth of Emperor Jiazi" in the books on the shelves, and... it seems that there are really many.

Zhang Guozhong’s guess may be true.

"You are really right. There are indeed many such books in the Western Regions."

Zhang Guozhong laughed: "Then I'm not worried! Even those books are still alive, what am I afraid of?"

They had a great time drinking this wine. When Pan Long said goodbye, Zhang Guozhong had already drunk too much. He tried to stand up and send Pan Long to the door again and again, but he bent down and crawled under the table, and then fell asleep under the table.

Pan Long returned to Cang Mansion and was in a happy mood.

It is already very pleasant to settle a matter of worry and no longer owe favors; it is even more pleasant to meet an interesting friend.

Zhang Guozhong is worthy of being a famous talent in the world. He is knowledgeable and has a very profound analysis of things. He has a great meaning of "A scholar can know the world if he doesn't go out."

Pan Long talked to him about Confucianism and Legalism. Although Zhang Guozhong knew how to do martial arts, he also had a good understanding of the ideas of Confucianism and Legalism. He analyzed it for Pan Long and finally concluded that it is not possible for Confucianism and Legalism to be directly compatible, and there must be a bridge in the middle.

This bridge can be Taoism, Buddhism, or something else. But there are two premises. The first premise is that the thoughts as this bridge cannot be too intense or biased, and must be relatively gentle; the second premise is that at least part of this thought must be in harmony with Confucianism and part of the Legalists.

Pan Long recalled Zhang Guozhong's analysis and thought it was very troublesome.

Not so intense and biased, and tending to be gentle, it is not difficult to find.

It is more difficult to have some ideas that are in line with Confucianism and Legalism.

Those who can combine both... It seems that he is going to study again!

On August 13th, Pan Long continued to study at Guanwen Hall.

This time, he was looking for philosophical ideas that suited his needs.

But after searching for him for a day, he was dizzy and had no clue.

Both Taoism and Buddhism are not good. These two schools of thought are considered moderate, but they are completely incompatible with the Legalists, which is simply inconsistent with them.

Not to mention the Mohist school, it has some compatibility with the Legal school, but it is simply a mortal enemy of the Confucian school.

As for the farmer, military strategist, Yin-Yang, and Zonghengists who can only find some content, it is almost the same.

"Where should I find a thought that can be used as a bridge?" At night, he lay in bed, thinking hard, but he could not find the right content.

That night, he had a dream while sleeping, dreaming that he returned to the world of his previous life, turned on the Internet, went to a cultural forum he often went to, and posted a post.

"What should I do if I find an idea as a bridge and combine Confucianism and Legalism?"

The content of the reply was messy, and the answer with the most likes in the end was Bian Que's three consecutive games, "It's impossible to cure it, wait for death, say goodbye."

After waking up, he recalled the contents of his dreams and couldn't help but laugh.

"Sure enough, even if I dream, I think this is completely impossible..."

After laughing, he put this matter aside.

It is actually not a big problem to find a bridge between Confucianism and Legalism. At worst, it’s enough if he doesn’t study the mental method in depth.

Anyway, he has found the method of immortality. As long as he promotes natural science, he will definitely get feedback from the world and use it to open the door to immortality.

With the Nine Turns of Mysterious Art, his path to immortality is already very clear, and it can even be said to be without obstacles. All that is left is water grinding time, which accumulates over time.

He believed that if nothing unexpected happens, he would be able to cultivate and live a long life in at most thirty or forty years!

This speed should be considered extremely fast among immortals, Buddhas, demons, gods, right?

"Haha, I think I can be a little proud of that."

After solving this problem in his mind, Pan Long began to prepare for the moon viewing conference tomorrow night.

In fact, there is nothing to prepare. It’s just changing into new clothes, tidying up yourself, and then going to the meeting with Cang Yuan.

The most important thing today is to see the results of the imperial examination.

From the first to the tenth day of the eighth month, all ten subjects have been completed. Last night, the last subject, "Military Arts and Martial Arts" was also released. Early this morning, the top 100 in the ten subjects, a total of 1,000 Jinshi (of course, because some people took several subjects, the total number was not that large). They would come to the Golden Palace of Shendu to participate in the final palace examination.

The palace examination is not long, and the results will be produced before dinner. Then these Jinshi will be left in the palace to attend banquets specially held for them.

The banquet was a high platform built by Wen Chao that year. Many jade flowers were planted on the steps and were named "Qiongtai". This banquet was naturally called "Qiongtai Banquet", which was held specifically to entertain Jinshi.

When there was no imperial examination, Qiongtai was a large observation deck of the royal family. Over the years, except for the Qiongtai Banquet, there has never been any banquets on Qiongtai, and even the emperors of all dynasties have never eaten here.

According to folk sayings, this is to express the emperor's importance to the imperial examination and respect for the Jinshi.

It is indeed enough to be able to attend a banquet where the emperor would not hold a banquet privately. No wonder the talented people in the world are quite enthusiastic about the imperial examination. Even Pan Long, who is a little guilty about his secrets, could not help but feel a little fascinated when he thought about the scene of the Qiongtai banquet.

But he was fascinated by the fact that Pan Long didn’t want to participate in the imperial examination at all!

The secrets on him are too big, and the imperial examinations have to undergo repeated reviews. If he is unlucky and misses one of the levels, wouldn’t that be bad!

What's wrong with being a idle cloud and wild crane, roaming the world with a happy revenge?

On this day, the atmosphere in Nanxia City was a bit depressing.

All the Jinshi in the ten subjects have gone to Shendu to participate in the palace examination. Those who stayed in the four acropolis in the southeast, west and north are all a group of losers. Now they are flying high and can only look up from the ground. In this case, even the most open-minded person is hard to laugh.

Pan Long walked in Nanxia City, but saw juren drinking to relieve his sorrows in taverns everywhere.

They drink wine and talk about all kinds of interesting or boring topics, but as they talk, the topic often turns to the palace examination that is being held at this moment.

Whenever they mention this topic, they will remain silent for a while, and then most people will say rudely: "What are you talking about these unhappy things! Drink! Drink!"

Of course, there are always people who swear, saying things like "In three years, I will also go to the Qiongtai banquet" and "In the next session, I will definitely go to the Golden Palace to meet the heroes of the world for a while."

Of course, there are not many people who are discouraged and lazy. Pan Long saw more than one person saying, "Forget it, go back to his hometown to be an official, there is nothing wrong with the juren."

As they said, it is actually meaningless to talk about these unhappy people. In three years, there will definitely be those who can pass the imperial examination and become officials as juren. It is indeed not bad.

But... no matter what they say, in the end, their eyes will always look at the sky outside and at the Gods floating in the air.

Pan Long knew that they were not looking at the floating city, but the Golden Palace where the palace examination was being held, and the Qiongtai where the banquet was about to be held.

No matter what they say, what these scholars who came from afar want most is the pride of being on the same stage as the heroes in the world and the glory of attending the banquet at Qiongtai!

He walked through one tavern after another in Nanxia City and saw a group of winners who had won the titles.

Finally, for some reason, he came to Gu Wen's stall again.

After so many days, almost all the people in Nanxia City who want to buy dolls have been bought. Now Gu Wen’s stall is a bit deserted.

"Pan Long pays homage to senior." He whispered.

Gu Wen did not look up.

"Senior, tomorrow night... I wonder how many people will die?" Pan Long asked.

"If you are lucky, two or three will die; if you are unlucky, only one will die." Gu Wen's voice sounded in his ears.

"What if you are not lucky or bad?" Pan Long asked.

Gu Wen was silent for a while and said, "There will probably be hundreds of people dead."

Pan Long hesitated for a moment and said the word "universal love".
Chapter completed!