Saint of the Confucian way

Blood mist city.

The visibility range plummeted from 50 miles outside to 20 miles.

The crowd looked ahead.

Collapsed city walls, broken stone columns, houses with roofs cut off, broken axes, broken sledgehammers... Constitute the world, but everything is covered by gray dust, and only the general outline can be seen.

"The vicissitudes of life, finally there are ruins left, it is not easy!"

"The dragon family is worthy of being the leader of the world in those years. Ordinary buildings can't stand the washing of years."

"This is just the entrance, you can only see 20 miles. If you go deep into the ruins, the visible distance is much less and more dangerous."

As Fang Yun walked forward, the dust accumulated an inch deep, almost at the same level as the instep of his feet, and kept popping on the road.

Everyone is a powerful scholar, and the flying dust is easily removed by their power.

A series of clear footprints were left behind the seven people.

After taking a few steps, yunzhaochen suddenly stopped, and the others stopped immediately.

"Brother Yun, this is..." Tan Hemu was very puzzled.

"This is the entrance. There will be no danger. It should be the weakest place around the five dragon hall. It may even be abandoned. You see, from inside to outside, the building damage is more and more serious."

Fang Yun nodded gently. He also found the characteristics of the entrance, but he was just a Hanlin, so he didn't mention it.

"Brother Yun said that this is probably a abandoned place. Maybe it will break away from the power range of the five dragon hall and completely disintegrate in a short time." Liu Shan said.

"Therefore, we don't need to be careful here. We use the fastest means to lift the dust and fragile things, and then use war poetry to look for them separately to see if there are treasures and gods, or just broken metal, which may bring great benefits from the holy courtyard." Yun zhaochen said.

"That's a good idea! I support it! You can only enter the Dragon hall once. Who cares what will happen in the future!" even Pingchao's face was excited.

The clouds move in the direction of the dust.

Fang Yun did not speak, but continued to look at these buildings. He quickly said, "most of the buildings here are not high, and the style is not very beautiful. Obviously, they are not the place where the dragon people live, but most likely the place where the subordinate races of the dragon people lived or worked. If they can be solved as soon as possible, there will be no big problems."

The other five people didn't care much, but Yun zhaochen seemed to be reassured and said: "Then let's use war poems that can attract strong winds to disperse the dust, and then call out war poetry soldiers to help search. It should be more than 500 miles from here to the five dragon hall. We can't advance at full speed, no less than an hour or two. Moreover, searching at the entrance can know more about this place, which is far better than rash advance." Yun zhaochen said.

Ye Fangge nodded and said, "I support zhaochen. If we leave the entrance hastily and enter the periphery of the ruins, if we really encounter danger, we can only escape in embarrassment. But if we gain something here, even if we escape, we won't return empty handed."

"I agree." Tan Hemu said.

Fang Yun has no objection. A master of mind is a master. Even if he is eroded by the power of blood, his mind is very clear and understands the maximization of interests.

"Well, let's use the song of the north wind together." Qiu Meng said.

Yun zhaochen looked at Fang Yun and said, "you're just a scholar. The power of war poetry is limited, so you don't need it. After we blow with the wind, you can recite some war poetry soldiers and pick up anything at will. According to the rules, divide the things you get at the entrance equally, and you won't be missing."

The others didn't say anything. It's a rule. As long as it doesn't involve the treasure in battle, everyone should share it equally.

Even he glanced at Fang Yun unhappily and snorted, showing obvious dissatisfaction, but he didn't open his mouth to reprimand.

Fang Yun glanced at Lian Pingchao. The great scholar stared back at Fang Yun, then put down the baffle in front of his chest, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone from Hanhu shell to write war poems. The other six were the same.

Fang Yun didn't start writing. He didn't say that he didn't master a wide range of fierce wind war poems. Even if he did, it's useless, because the strength between Hanlin and the bachelor is far from earth. The most obvious point is that a few university scholar war poems have the power to destroy a small city, but Hanlin can't.

The six people finished the war poem "singing of the north wind" one after another. The temperature dropped sharply within a ten mile radius, and little snowflakes appeared out of thin air. Then the strong wind swept in all directions with snowflakes, raising all the dust.

The dust on the ground is disappearing at an extremely fast speed.

Even if the six college students deliberately weakened the power of the north wind chant, it was a college scholar war poem, and a large number of objects such as weapons, wood and stone covered with dust were broken one after another.

Some of them were sacred objects in those years, but because they were not sealed, they had long been corroded by external forces, turned into a large amount of dust or debris, and were blown high into the air by the north wind.

The north wind was snow-white at first, and then it was filled with countless dust, sweeping forward like a dust storm, covering the world for tens of miles, forming a wall of dust moving forward.

The walls of ash and earth are intertwined with the fog of blood.

The five fold north wind blew the front clean.

There is no dust on the ground, but there are a lot of gravel, which can't be blown away by the wind.

Fang Yun looked at the front with great concentration, and soon his eyes moved, as if he had found something.

"Unfortunately, there must be some lighter gods blown away," said Liu shan'a.

"It's no pity. Even if we don't blow the dust, we can't find those lighter gods."

"Release the war poetry soldier immediately."

Fang Yun didn't hold a pen, but was ready to use the word of mouth, because the word of mouth would not form a treasure light, its power would weaken, and his identity would not be exposed.

Near yesterday's Longwen rice field, Fang Yun and Yun zhaochen decided not to expose their strength unless they had to. For example, now Fang Yun only exposes Hanhu shellfish, and Yinjiang shellfish are still hidden, like those fog butterflies, ink women and inkstone turtles.

Fang Yun looked at these university students and saw that three of the six university scholars used the famous war poem "out of the car" in the book of songs.

"When I get out of my car, I will herd there... When I get out of the car, Peng Peng, the flag is in the middle... How difficult it is for the king, let alone Qiju..."

This poem tells the process of King Xuan of Zhou's crusading against the enemy, which is mentioned from the beginning of pre war preparation to the final class of teachers in the Hui Dynasty.

This poem is long. After the poem was completed, more than 1000 chariots of the Zhou Dynasty appeared in front of each scholar. They were pulled by war horses. One person drove the chariot and two people held the war.

These 1000 chariots are enough to beat more than 5000 infantry.

The other three scholars each used their own war poems, with a number of more than 2000. Qiu Meng's war poems can even call out 5000 soldiers.

The number of war poetry generals in Hanlin is still calculated in hundreds, but a poem by a university scholar can often call thousands of soldiers, and the war poetry of a great Confucian can call at least tens of thousands of soldiers.

Fang Yun thought about it and recited an ordinary Hanlin war poem "song of barbarian", which he learned from the holy temple. He called more than 300 war poem soldiers, far less than six great scholars.

After that, everyone continued to recite war poetry. Soon, each university master controlled tens of thousands of war poetry soldiers to look for treasures at the entrance. Fang Yun could only control more than 1000 war poetry soldiers, which was far less efficient than the six university masters.

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