Saint of the Confucian way

The Xun family was furious by Fang Yun's words. This is not only saying that the Xun family will lose, but also lose ten games in a row. They just can't refute. After all, Fang Yun was merciful and saved half of Xun Gang's life.

The people who came with Fang Yun are laughing secretly. Fang Yun is usually kind. Once he makes a move, the Xuns are far from comparable.

When Xun gang was carried away, Sheng zhoumu immediately said, "you Jingguo people are very busy. We Qingguo people naturally understand, so we should speed up the literary fight and send you back to Jingguo as soon as possible! The third scene begins!"

"Xun Luo, I've seen Fang Zhenguo." a middle-aged man with divine eyes came over and couldn't wait to fight.

Fang Yun replied, "I've seen brother Xun, please propose to stop it." Fang Yun was too lazy to say that he chose the way of competition. As long as the Xun family was not stupid, it was impossible to compete with him. Although his talent and conciseness were not exposed, because he had surpassed the people in Jingguo, the Xun family would not compete unless there were people with special talent and strength.

With the improvement of literary position, the ways of literary fighting will also increase, and even Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting can be included. Taking talent as an example, Fang Yun can only use talent to impact in Jiangzhou, but now he has become a scholar, he can use talent gasification form to fight.

Fang Yun looked at Xun Luo quietly and wanted to know how the Xun family would go next. The Xun family's first game was a test, and the second game used Xun Gang's small killer mace. If the Xun family is wise, the third game will definitely change its strategy.

"I'll choose Wendou and poetry, and my proposal is to ban Wendou, which is only allowed to use the Juren and poetry of the holy temple." Xun Luo said.

Fang Yun said, "this proposal is invalid because I haven't learned any Juren war poems from the holy temple."

Xun Luo immediately responded with an apologetic smile and said, "I see. Those who don't know are not guilty. I hope Fang Zhenguo Haihan will be closed. My new proposal is that I can only use the new poems about people's war."

Fang Yun doesn't believe xunluo's nonsense at all. Xunluo's previous proposal to block is obviously a test, while the formal proposal to block is much more interesting. He didn't immediately say his proposal to block, but thought for a moment and found out the xunluo family's strategy.

The Xun family's procrastination method failed, and it failed to restrict Fang Yun's original poems. Therefore, it is one of them to use the method of rapid consumption to speed up the speed of literary struggle. Now, forcing Fang Yun to use Ju Ren war poems instead of scholar war poems is to let him consume more talents, energy, literary spirit and other forces. Even if Fang Yun is more powerful, he will continue to write Ju Ren war poems with his literary heart, All aspects of the state will gradually deteriorate.

"Why, is Fangzhen not in a hurry to return to Jingguo?" Xun Luo asked with a smile.

"If there is a civil war between two countries, and one person has a civil war, your proposal is OK. But according to the rules of the holy court, if one person fights one state or one country, the other party has the right to disagree if the proposed closure has more than one restriction and is intended to consume the talent of the other party. I didn't refute the first proposal just now, because after all, I have a civil war with one state and make a little comity. But now it's the third In the field, you not only limit the "battle poetry", but also limit the "new work". I'm sorry I can't agree. "

The smile on Xun Luo's face finally disappeared. After a little thought, he said, "what you said is reasonable. Then I suggest that the closure should be changed to a battle of poetry and prose."

Fang Yun smiles. Since the other party chooses so, he can decide whether it is "new work", "old work", "what he did" or "what others did".

Fang Yun said, "my proposal is to use my own poetry."

In this way, they can only use their own war poems, and they can also use the old ones. Fang Yun doesn't need to think about new war poems and consumes less energy.

"I agree."

Then they asked the holy temple for help, and the transparent mask appeared for the third time.

Fang Yun, a top-grade writer, immediately wrote a dream war of wind and rain.

The village does not mourn for itself, but still thinks of defending Luntai for the country. Lying at night, listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacier dreams!

The original Baoguang and the handed down Baoguang appeared.

Without weak water, the power of this first battle poem is mediocre, there is no large amount of water, and the strength of cavalry is limited. However, when this poem is used in Fang, it can not only have two layers of treasure light, but also make use of the power of courage. When the other party has no protective war poems, this first battle poem can be called invincible.

Moreover, Fang Yun can control the number of cavalry in the first battle poem and consume less talent. Another powerful place is that the location of these cavalry can also be selected within 20 feet.

In a poem, ten cavalry soldiers composed of water appeared out of thin air with ice guns, surrounded Xun Luo six feet away, and the tip of the ice gun pointed directly at Xun Luo's head.

Now, Xun Luo only recited a half war poem.

It was so cold that Xun Luo almost thought he had been stabbed to death.

"Admit defeat!" Xun Luo simply surrendered. His face was a little white, his fists were clenched and his teeth were clenched tightly.

Xun Luo knew that he came to consume Fang Yun's strength, but he still had a little fluke and hoped to surpass Fang Yun. But the reality is too cruel. Let alone surpass Fang Yun, let alone let Fang Yun consume more power. It's a great shame that he can't even write half of his first battle poems.

The third game, Fang Yunsheng.

Everyone in Qingguo was stunned. Although Fang Yun had won before, he seemed to be stronger than his opponent, not overwhelming, but this time it was ruthless rolling, and Xun Luo had no power to fight back.

If the two were fighting in a literary war and fighting for life and death, Xun Luo might have died without even saying the word "admit defeat".

"How magnificent! This poem has handed down a treasure light. We can learn new war poems! This poem needs no thought. If it is near the water or in the wind and rain, it will be more powerful."

"You people who enter the holy ruins are not surprised at all. It seems that you have all seen Fang Yun use this first battle poem."

"I've not only seen it, but also saved my life by this poem." Li Fanming said. The big rabbit held his paw aside to show that he had saved his life.

All the Xuns were confident before, but now Fang Yun has won three consecutive games, and each one has won decisively and simply, and some people began to sigh.

"The battle poem handed down from generation to generation, alas, I......" a look of regret appeared on his face.

"Well, forget it, don't say it."

More and more Xun's family are not happy and don't know what to do.

Any handed down war poetry that can be learned by others is of great help to the Terran, and these people will learn it, and maybe they can save their lives at a specific time. Anyone can oppose Fang Yun, but learning Fang Yun's poems for free still looks forward to Fang Yun's death. People with a little humanity can't do it.

Not only did the psychology of the Xun family change, but also the attitude of the people in Qingguo nearby began to change. The people in front passed on what had happened to the people behind. More and more people knew that Fang Yun wrote handed down poems about the war.

"Fang Yun can't die," said a young Qingguo man.

"He can't die. If the Chinese hurt him, what face will he have to learn his war poems in the future? It's only one now, and what will happen in the future?"

"The war poems of the holy temple have been enough for us to study all our life. More than one or two first war poems are nothing."

"You think it's nothing, but I must learn! Fang Yun seems to be deliberately controlling his power. The power of the sentence" iron horse glacier dreams "doesn't seem to be fully displayed."