Saint of the Confucian way

At the beginning of a new round of battle, 100000 demon barbarians surrounded the castle, and a large number of plague corpse soldiers rushed over in an attempt to climb the wall with their bodies as ladders.

However, the Terran Jinshi has rich experience. They not only call a large number of energetic soldiers to defend under the city wall, but also the city wall is full of energetic soldiers who keep shooting.

The Mohist castle is not only a building, but also has many organs. Demons often break through the defense line of energetic soldiers and climb to the wall. A hole immediately appears in the wall. Several spears suddenly poke out to pierce it, and then retract quickly.

A large number of mechanism spears went in and out on the wall, causing countless deaths and injuries to the demon man.

With the castle, the pressure of the Terran Jinshi was greatly reduced, and some people even talked on paper.

"Who has a good way? No matter how fast talent recovers, it can't compare with the consumption."

"There's no way. You can only release the astral power at the end, or you can kill all the demons."

"This is six or seven million demon barbarians! It means that there are six or seven million plague corpse soldiers who can't be killed! You see, the fire of the sun in the sky is getting smaller and smaller."

The man just said, Zhang Zhixing sighed and pointed at the bottom. The huge fireball hit the demon man.

However, those demons were quite prepared. Thousands of demon Shuai joined hands to attack, and a large number of demons attacked and smashed the fire of the sun.

The broken flame fell and only burned more than 2000 demon barbarians.

"Damn! Plus the demon barbarians killed before, it is equal to my 300 Jinshi vs. millions of demon barbarians! If we have infinite talent, even 10 million are not afraid, but our talent is limited, how can we be the opponent of millions of demon barbarians!"

He Ludong said reluctantly, "at the time of the two boundary mountains, I don't care whether it's a demon soldier or a demon general, even if it's a demon handsome, but now I'm going to be exhausted by these animals. I'm really unwilling."

"If only there were great Confucians here, we would be able to quickly recover a part of our talents with a small amount of words and great righteousness combined with the 'Qi returning poetry'."

"Huiqi poetry is one of the most difficult poems of the human race. Only a few great scholars or Jinshi can write it. What is really handed down is only one. At least the great scholars can use it."

"Don't be delusional. Although Huiqi poems can restore a certain amount of talent, don't forget that Huiqi poems are far more difficult than enemy killing poems. Enemy killing poems can be written as long as they write battle scenes or weapons, even scholars. But Huiqi poems are different. What scenery can restore talent? There is no such thing. We must go directly to the inside through the appearance to form feelings and truth Return to Qi poetry. "

"Indeed. It can even be said that Huiqi poetry actually involves the power of the holy way. At least it may be made by those who are about to touch the edge of the holy way."

"Alas. We are just Jinshi. How can we make such poems? Don't be delusional."

"Yes, when that kind of poetry comes out, there must be the sound of the holy way. How can Jinshi......" Qiao juze suddenly shut up and instinctively turned his head to look at Fang Yun.

The others looked at Fang Yun.

Qiao juze continued: "we really have a demon like genius here. In those years, even the whole people were not, which triggered the voice of the holy way!"

"Fang Xusheng, can you think of a way to create a 'breath returning poem' on site?" a new Jinshi said.

"Ha ha ha..." Lei gravel, who was not far away, laughed loudly, "You poor slaves, what's the saying? I hate the saying. Yes, it's to go to the doctor in a hurry. Even Ben Sheng knows that it's difficult to write Qi returning poems, but you're delusional, which makes Ben Sheng laugh. Don't worry, I'll give you time, Fang Yun. You take your time to think about Qi returning poems. Anyway, the castle is so small, and the demons who can participate in the attack are very limited Hurry! Hahaha... "

The ridicule of the plague Lord made all the scholars blush.

"The plague Lord, this bastard, if I don't die in the future and have the strength to face him, I will pull out his teeth!"

"Well, in fact, what he said is also true. Fang Xusheng has great talent. It is not uncommon to write all kinds of war poems and courage refining poems. But Huiqi poems are different. Huiqi poems do not pay attention to emotion, but more interest and truth. Fang Xusheng is young after all. Even if there is the sound of holy Tao occasionally, it is impossible to write Huiqi poems containing great truth."

Hearing that others did not believe Fang Yun, Jingguo Jinshi, who had always maintained Fang Yun, did not speak. Neither Zhang Zhixing nor Qiao juze were silent.

Because what they say is reasonable, war poetry is an external force, and Qi returning poetry involves the talent in the literary palace. Poetry is not enough, but also contains real truth.

Fang Yun started to fight normally at first, but after hearing the words of the people and summoning a large number of ice iron cavalry, he returned to the Zhengxin seat and sat down.

As time went by, demons arrived one after another, and 600000 troops surrounded the Mohist castle.

But the Mohist castle is too small. At the same time, the demon man who can attack can't even reach 10000. The demon man behind can only wait.

The thunder gravel did not have the slightest anxious color and was extremely patient.

As time went by, with less and less talent, many Jinshi were desperate, but they still fought with their teeth.

Suddenly, a Qingguo man whispered, "Fang Xusheng hasn't participated in the war for a long time, only the fog butterfly has been there."

"Eh? I just remembered, how could it be like this? Why has he been sitting on the center seat?"

"Fang Zhenguo will never be greedy for life and afraid of death, but... Does he lose his fighting spirit?"

"No, what he just said is sonorous and powerful."

"Never."

"But why hasn't he fought?"

"Just, maybe he is tired and continues to fight."

"Alas, most people's talents will be exhausted in a quarter of an hour at most. However, I won't be discouraged. Even if my talents are exhausted, I dare to fight the demon man with my bare hands!"

"Fang Xusheng may be thinking about the way to win."

"It's possible."

Some Jinshi believed that Fang Yun was not lazy, but some Jinshi looked at Fang Yun and showed disappointment. No one thought that the open and empty holy meeting would have problems at this critical time.

If Fang Yun was not an empty saint and wrote many poems, these Jinshi would certainly give him a "useless" evaluation.

However, Fang Yun's status was too high and he had made great contributions to the battle before. Everyone just sighed in their hearts, and no one openly accused Fang Yun.

Even Ji Zhibai just shook his head and continued to fight.

"I don't have much talent, only less than half an inch." Ma chaoming reluctantly looked back at the people who were meditating. 80% of those people had just sat there to recover their talent.

"I don't have much."

"Before dying, you can't keep your astrological power! I'll come." sun Renbing said, using his astrological power to summon Sun Tzu's will, change the surrounding environment, turn the ground outside the city into mud and make the Mohist fortress stronger.

Then, the rest of the astrological Jinshi released their astrological power one after another.

Their astrological power is so strong that they can kill thousands or even tens of thousands of demons at one time.

However, there are a few people with astral power after all.

Yan Yukong sighed for a long time. He was once the first person to raise talent, but now he is just a new Jinshi. No matter how good his talent is, his talent is only an inch away. No matter how good his talent is, he is not proficient in Jinshi war poetry. No matter how good his talent is, he is just beginning to attack.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'll go first." Yan Yukong whispered, took out a big knife from Han Hubei, and was about to jump down and die with the demon man.

Zong Wude, who was beside him, took Yan Yukong's sleeve and said, "you can't make it."

Yan Yukong smiled: "I'm just dead. Why can't I do it?"

"Eh? How did Fang Xusheng sit and write poetry?"

I don't know who said it. Yan Yukong hurriedly looked at Fang Yun.