Saint of the Confucian way

Happiness is always short.

After Fang Yun's poem "wind plum breaking snow" was completed, people continued to climb the avalanche slope with doubts about "top grade Wenxin".

Because the lifters are climbing together and there is overall planning for Fangyun, on the whole, people are walking up fast, much faster than those demons.

Ordinary mountaineering is not difficult for these people, but the surrounding snow emits the chill containing the power of comets and demon ancestors, which leads to their physical consumption dozens of times that of normal mountaineering.

Several physically weak people are already panting. When they pant fastest, they occasionally reach the standard "one breath", which is one second for each other.

This team has surpassed most ordinary Saint demon barbarians, only lagging behind those who are close to the son.

Some saints ascended one after another.

Fang Yun and others are climbing in full swing, but suddenly there is a roar from above. The roar contains the power of Qi and blood, which acts on the avalanche and makes the snow waves begin to accelerate.

Fang Yunxin knows that if the speed of avalanche is increased by 10%, the destructive power will increase by far more than 10%.

People's pressure increased sharply, and the frequency of using poetry increased again.

Fang Yun quickly gave orders while observing the source of the roar. He soon found that the demon man was deliberately making trouble.

These demons are not only deliberately roaring, aggravating the avalanche, but also changing the route and pushing the snow to the Terran route, resulting in more snow on the route directly in front of the Terran.

Terrans will consume extra talent whether they change their route or continue to go straight.

"Shut up! Don't make noise! The Lion King sleeps!" a roar came from the sky, but it didn't affect the avalanche at all.

The roar of the demon man soon stopped, but the demon man above didn't change his route. He still deliberately discharged the snow to the route of Fang Yun and others, and the stone lion didn't appear again.

Fang Yun saw that it was necessary for the demon man to always choose the route and remove the surrounding snow. As for how to choose the route, they were free, so the stone lion didn't care, but roaring was not necessary for climbing, so the stone lion stopped.

"What should I do?" a man asked anxiously.

"There is no way but to stabilize. As long as we continue to maintain this speed, we can surpass many demon barbarians until we climb the hillside! Everyone redouble their vigilance. Whether we can cross the avalanche slope depends on the last five miles!"

Fang Yun finished and said some precautions.

At the beginning, people's poems could hold on to more than ten interest rates, or even 30 interest rates at most, but later they could only hold on to seven or eight interest rates. Now, most poems can only hold on to four interest rates and are washed away by an avalanche.

For the sake of safety, Fang Yun had to ask the following Ju people to write poems half an hour in advance, but the result was that the talents of all Ju people were consumed.

"How much talent do you have left?"

"I have only two inches and five minutes left."

"I have two inches left."

"I have two inches left."

……

After hearing the amount of talent left, Fang Yun frowned. Now there is still a quarter of the way to go. Most of the people's talents are about a quarter. If there is no accident, everyone has a great chance to climb the top, but now the demons and barbarians are blocked, and the chance becomes extremely slim.

People realized why Fang Yun asked about talent, and the team was gloomy.

Go on, everyone may be buried on the avalanche slope!

Fang Yun's confidence built up because of his high-quality literary heart is being obstructed and disintegrated by the demon man.

As time goes by, the Terran has more than one demon man after another, but the demon man above still tirelessly discharges the snow on the Terran's way forward.

Suddenly, Zong Wude sighed, "otherwise, let's leave with ice stone. In the second corridor, some demons have used ice stone. About ten breath ice stone can work. Many of us can easily stop the avalanche."

"Isn't our previous efforts in vain?"

"That's better than dying here! We represent the best of a generation. If we die, the Terran will be absolutely suppressed by the demon barbarians for at least ten years in the future. What's more, there may be semi saints among us. If we die here, it's not a matter of being suppressed for more than ten years, it's likely to be suppressed for hundreds of years."

"We may not fail!"

"What if we fail? There are many geniuses in these generations of demon families, and they will surely defeat our Terrans. If we go back now, even if we are defeated, we will have the power to resist. If we die here, the Terrans of the same generation may have no power to fight back against them."

The arguments between those who advocate advancement and those who advocate retreat are justified and more like debates.

Yan Yukong suddenly said, "we have handed over the command to Fang Yun. This matter is decided by Fang Yun. No one can question it! Everyone shut up!"

Several Ju people looked at Yan Yukong in amazement and admired him more. He was clearly recognized as the first Ju person and a semi Saint disciple, but he was not only willing to die to save the people, but now he is willing to be the green leaf of Fang Yun to clear up the noise for Fang Yun.

"This is another kind of outstanding person, not competing with the sun and moon, but like spring breeze and rain." Kong De said lightly.

Fang Yun ordered several people in one breath, agreed on the time, and then said, "keep moving forward! I still have a lot of talent, and I'll join in resisting the avalanche. I'll come after seventeen breaths."

Many people showed their unbearable color. Fang Yun kept commanding all the way. It seemed that he just said a few words, but he had to judge and calculate before speaking. He needed to grasp all kinds of opportunities, but it was nothing. The most important thing was pressure. As a commander, Fang Yun shouldered the wind and snow and the whole team!

Fang Yun not only consumes more physical strength than others, but also needs to consume more courage to ensure his clear thinking.

As soon as the time came, Fang Yun picked up his pen to write.

"Thin stone and cold plum are neighbors. The pavilion doesn't change the four seasons of spring. It should be noted that the proud snow and frost are not in the prosperous team."

Huge pine trees rise from the ground and stand tall, far taller than other people's poetry pines.

When the poem was written, Fang Yun said slowly, "please write a poem after twenty minutes of rest, brother Shitang."

Fang Yun's tone is very peaceful, but it makes people feel infinite power. It's like Fang Yun's poetry can resist an avalanche, and Fang Yun's people can hold up the whole comet corridor.

Everyone knew the beauty of this poem, but they chanted song but did not mention song. They set off the quality of song with thin stone and cold plum. At least they went out of the county, but the situation was urgent and no one commented.

"If you can leave, this meeting will be a collection of essays!"

Everyone has the same idea. His body is full of infinite power. Everyone can write the anthology, but not everyone can officially publish it. Even the ten countries have no jurisdiction and must be reviewed by the holy court. Generally speaking, a bachelor can only produce a personal anthology once in his life.

Although there are many literary societies, the conditions for publishing books are extremely harsh. Generally, they are printed privately. Very few literary societies are officially sold in bookstores in ten countries. Countries often sort out all the poetry and poetry of their literary societies this year at the end of the year, and select good poetry to synthesize one book for publication.

Although the "avalanche society" is not high in quality, it has a large number and special location. It is a comet corridor. More than 30 people climb the third corridor is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and there is a great possibility to publish anthologies.

Soon it was Fang Yun's turn to write another poem.

"Welcome the cold and take the heat to set up mountains. The four seasons are verdant, proud and green. The roads are beautiful without China, and the evergreen is better than the fragrance for a while."

When the poem is completed, a huge amount of vitality of heaven and earth rushes into the sky, forming green pines towering into the sky and dividing snow into roads.

Suddenly, a scream came from the front. Fang Yun heard it familiar.

This time, the scope of Shisong is huge. It not only arranges the avalanche, but also arranges the holy bear demon to bear Cang. Xiong Cang deliberately chose to be close to Fang Yun and others' route, trying to obstruct Fang Yun and others, but he was smart and was smart.

Xiong Cang's body was rolled down by snow waves, and he couldn't find a foothold to settle down.

"Lord lion, the Terran wants to kill me! I've been hurt by avalanches and their poems, and I'm no longer able to climb the third corridor. Please Lord lion punish them!" Xiong Cang roared loudly.

"Deserved it!" the stone lion responded cleanly.

They couldn't help laughing. It seems that the stone lion also hates the demon man's practice.

After the laughter, there was another silence.

Not long after, Zong Wude suddenly said, "Fang Yun, we don't have much energy."

Those who advocated to continue climbing now shut up. The talent consumed by demon man's obstruction is far more than expected. Even if Fang Yun joins, it is impossible to reach the top of the mountain according to the current talent.

After walking for so long, people have been able to judge how far they can go next.

"Still a mile away." Yan Yukong suddenly whispered.

There was a dead silence in the line.

"Talent is not empty, I will not retreat!"

When Fang Yun finished, he succeeded another Ju Ren and quickly wrote a poem.

"The snow is heavy on the green pines. The green pines are straight and straight. You should know that the pines are noble and clean until the snow melts."

After writing this famous poem by Marshal Chen Yi, Fang Yun sighed in his heart that his talent could not support as far as a mile.

But never give up until the end!

Fang Yun's bravery suddenly shook slightly, and the strength of bravery was integrated into this poem.

The poem became a success, but there was no pine tree.

"Failed?" all the people thought the same thing.

Boom

A strange scene appeared. Rows of light and shadow poetry pines rose from the ground, broke through the snow and grew rapidly, forming an inexplicable great power. All avalanches were lined up, and a wider, longer and stronger road of poetry pines was born, just like seven or eight poems of others.

"No! Look at these pines carefully!"

When the people looked carefully, the pine tree formed by Fang Yun's poem was the sum of the seven poems on pine recently!

"Fang Yun, this poem calls back the song chanting power of the previous seven poems! It's amazing!"

"This poem has a simple artistic conception, but it points out the aspiration of pine. It is similar to Kong Sheng's sentence 'cold in the year, and then know that pine and cypress wither after'"

"Look, some snow has melted!"

People were shocked. In this terrain, snow turned into water is dozens of times more terrible than a simple avalanche.

When they looked carefully, they suddenly smiled, because all the snow was lined up by countless pine trees, and those demon barbarians who were harming people or had harmed people in front were being impacted by the tsunami like snow.

The shrill screams echoed over the third corridor.