Saint of the Confucian way

Dong... Dong... Dong

The war drums at the head of the two mountain cities sounded, and the desolate and long drum sound was like a flame, boiling the blood of each soldier.

A purple robed old man stood in the sky with his feet on the green clouds and held a golden brush. Except for the golden light, the brush was very common everywhere, except that at the top, there was a translucent big white goose flapping its wings and singing, as if he wanted to take those demons with his mouth.

The spirit objects formed by powerful Wen Bao are generally fierce objects such as dragons and tigers, and the spirit object formed by this Wen Bao pen is a goose, which seems ridiculous, but Fang Yun was overjoyed at the pen. He didn't expect to see a semi holy Wen Bao as soon as he went to the two boundary mountains.

One of the three holy pens of Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy, is a goose pen.

Wang Xizhi loves geese very much. He once saw a group of beautiful geese in Kuaiji and asked its owner to buy them. The goose owner is an old scholar. Seeing that it is Wang Xizhi, he doesn't want money. He just asks Wang Xizhi to change the goose in the book of changes. Wang Xizhi agreed, so he left the book as a good story of exchanging geese.

As soon as the change goose pen appeared, it just sent out a golden light shining in the range of one meter. At the moment when the old man in purple raised the change goose pen to the top, the white goose flapped its wings. Fang Yun seemed to see that the white wings covered 30000 miles, and the world was one of the dark, suffocating.

Then, Fang Yun felt a crisis when he changed the goose pen's whereabouts, because at the moment, the goose pen was like a ten thousand foot high mountain falling from high altitude, the ground would crack into the ground, and the sea and air would break into the sea. If the pen fell on Liangjie mountain, the whole Liangjie mountain would collapse.

The pen falls on the holy page, and the stars hang light.

The great scholar in purple is surrounded by strong starlight, just like the Lord of heaven and earth.

This goose pen seems to absorb the stars into poetry.

Point the paper at the tip of the pen, and the war poem becomes instant, and the treasure light flashes continuously.

The expedition poem Chang Wu.

Heming Ming, Wang Mingqing,

Nanzhong great ancestor, master Huangfu.

The whole of our six divisions to repair our army,

Respect and discipline, benefit the South

The holy page is burning, the sky is impressively spreading a translucent battlefield of 100000 miles, and a prince of heaven leads hundreds of millions of soldiers to fight in person.

The vast battlefield of one hundred thousand miles burst into countless brilliant stars, like rain, all over the two mountain city walls.

At one section of the mountain city wall between the two boundaries, 70000 people met and 140000 people prepared for the war, a total of 50 sections, with a total number of more than ten million people. However, in an instant, everyone gained the power of poetry. Everyone's body instantly grew larger, their bones strengthened, their muscles swelled, their hidden diseases disappeared, and their strength increased.

Fang Yun felt that his college uniform was almost broken. He clenched his fist gently. He felt that there was infinite power flowing in his body. If the demon Marquis didn't use the power of Qi and blood, he could tear countless demon marquis by hand.

The soldiers of the literary world looked at themselves and the people around them excitedly. The effect of the literary world was very different from that here.

At least the body of the child can compare with the demon people, and the scholar can compare with the demon soldiers, but now every soldier feels that he can fight with the demon soldiers without losing.

Fang Yun smiled and looked at the surprised officers and men in the literary world. Without this power, the ordinary soldiers of the human race could not resist the demon barbarians at all. What's more, it was only written by the great Confucianism. If it was written by the semi Saint himself, the ordinary soldiers would even be comparable to the demon generals without the power of Qi and blood.

Feel the power in the body, and everyone on the wall is full of confidence.

The presence of war poetry is far more powerful than the encouragement of any words.

The troops at the head of the city began to set up their formations. Most of them were very similar. All the soldiers were thirty feet away from the north wall. At that time, the place would be filled with war poetry soldiers.

The soldiers at the front were all armed with shields and knives, followed by soldiers with long guns.

Later, there are all kinds of crossbow men. These crossbow men have swords. A large number of long guns, knives and axes are placed at the rear of the team. Once the demon is close, these crossbow men will quickly change their weapons.

Fang Yun finally took a look at the demon man charging outside the city, turned away from the north city wall, stepped on the green clouds and flew to the rear of the army.

"Array!" Fang Yun ordered while flying.

At the beginning, the Pearl River Army was no different from other armies. The front soldier was 30 feet away from the north city wall, followed by melee soldiers and then crossbow men.

However, unlike the neat crossbow men of other armies, the crossbow men of the Pearl River Army are divided into two armies. There is a certain angle between the two armies, forming a nearly "V" shape.

The officers and men of the nearby armies looked at it in surprise, then shook their heads and stopped caring about the Pearl River Army, while many generals of Qishan army couldn't help laughing.

Qishan Hou Gou Bao was about to make a mockery, but when he remembered that it was wartime, he honestly shut up and smiled contemptuously.

A general of Qishan army whispered: "I heard that Zhang Longxiang was studying the formation in Pearl City. He had been practicing in the school field of Liangjie mountain the other day. I thought he was just studying. Who would have thought he dared to use it in Liangjie mountain. Looking at the eyes of the generals of ancient land and Shengyuan continent, it was like playing with monkeys."

Gou Bao said with a smile: "He is far more stupid than you can see. You see, among all the armies, only 40000 of the 70000 troops are crossbow men. Even the Wudang flying army dominated by crossbows has only 50000 crossbow men, but there are 60000 crossbow men among the 70000 people in the Pearl River Army. Look at those crossbow men, many of them are novices who have only trained for a month or two. Fortunately, the blessing of Zhuang Xing poetry can cover up the weakness of the skills of the crossbow men Insufficient, otherwise, it will certainly become a laughing stock. "

"It doesn't matter if he becomes the laughing stock of the world. The key is not to trouble us. There are 60000 bow and crossbow men in the 70000 army. If the demon barbarians rush into the camp, they will be destroyed and have no power to fight back. As early as many years ago, all armies tried this extreme way, but the bloody fact tells us that any army with unbalanced proportion will become the breakthrough of the demon barbarians and be destroyed!"

"I think the Pearl River Army can't last three days!"

"Three days? You're too tall to see Zhang Longxiang. I think it's a day and a half at most!"

Fang Yun calmly watched the demon in the north of the city approach quickly.

After the 60000 bow and crossbow men have arranged the formation, the crossbow men in front are only preparing, while the bow men in the back have begun to draw the bow.

The scholars spread the school evenly everywhere. When the archers took the bow, they began to talk on paper and write their own strong bow poems.

After a few breaths, there were all kinds of lights shining on the wall. Those lights fell on the bowmen. Then, the bows and arrows they touched also had a very faint light.

Each Bowman and crossbow team is led by one person. Each person is giving orders with tongue spring thunder. They accurately control the range of tongue spring thunder and do not interfere with each other, so that every soldier can hear clear orders.

"Take the arrow!"

"Draw the bow!"

"Bow!"

Subsequently, the workers and scholars in charge of measurement in each army held Lu Banchi and cooperated with more than a dozen people who were good at shooting to measure the distance, announce the distance and shooting angle, which were communicated by the officers of each army.

"Test fire!"

Whoosh

Long arrows flew into the sky. Under the power of various war poems such as strong bow poems, these long arrows seemed to see the air as nothing. After flying to the highest point, they began to fall down at a faster speed with the power of war poems.

Most long arrows fall five miles away!

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