Saint of the Confucian way

When I finish the book, it burns immediately.

Previously, others wrote "tongpao with Zi", which turned into light spots and fell into people's bodies, but this time it was different.

The whole poem suddenly turned into a white light, which condensed into a battlefield. The light and shadow in the battlefield flickered, which was the scene of the war between the soldiers and the demon barbarians in the period of King Xuan of Zhou.

The white light radiated a strong appeal. Everyone's emotions were affected by the scene in the white light. Then the white light broke into transparent armor and flew to everyone, so that everyone had a layer of transparent armor from neck to foot.

Fang Yun was still ready for the formation. After a while, he saw hundreds of demon families pressing in front, including an upright bear demon nearly two people high, a beautiful tiger demon up to human shoulders, and a snake demon five or six feet long. Its tongue core was longer than human arms.

There are at least 30 demon soldiers here. Even if it's a whole family, it's a little hard to kill these demon families, not to mention these young scholars.

"Don't be afraid! We can hold it!"

"Yes, we have words on paper!"

Suddenly, a green bird flapped its wings and landed on the top of a tiger demon.

Ma Yuan's face changed greatly. He hurriedly covered his ears and shouted, "no! It's Mingqi! Mingqi is confused. Run now..."

Before he finished, the bird demon began to cry on the tiger demon's head. Its voice was gentle and beautiful, like crying.

Fang Yun saw that all the soldiers were weak and fell to the ground one after another, while the boy was better and could barely hold the weapon.

The scholars clearly want to hold a pen to write the song of Jingke stabbing Qin, but their hands have been shaking. They can't write complete words. It's difficult to talk on paper, and they are a little confused. They don't even have the idea of running away.

It's no use covering Ma Yuan's ears.

Fang Yun naturally knows the name of Mingqi demon bird. This kind of demon bird can be said to be an enemy of the human race. The strongest demon king Mingqi can shake the minds of all scholars under the great Confucianism. It is difficult to talk on paper or even make a statement, so he can only reluctantly use words and swords.

The only thing that can resist this strange cry is Wendan.

But this strange bird is the level of demon soldiers, which is equivalent to human scholars. Scholars can't have courage at all, so almost everyone can't fight.

No matter ordinary soldiers, children or scholars, they all showed a look of despair. They never thought they would call Ming Qizhao over.

Those demon families laughed and even talked in demon language with a smile, completely taking these people as delicious food.

Hearing the language of the demon family, Fang Yun and several scholars suddenly realized that there were too many demon families killed yesterday, so the two nearby demons will work together to lead the three people away, and then let Mingqi take the opportunity to kill the demon soldiers and demons.

But Fang Yun has the courage.

Fang Yun took a deep breath, looked squarely at the hundred demons in front of him, read aloud the contents of the Analects of Confucius, and said almost word by word: "Zi is silent, strange! Force! Chaos! God!"

In order to save his fellow robes, Fang Yun ignored that the demon family would kill him first. It was a sacrifice. It not only attracted the talent in his body, but also the courage was driven by his spirit, forming a strange force to spread in all directions.

The words of saints, Fang Yun's voice, talent, courage and the vitality of heaven and earth resonated. Finally, Fang Yun's words sounded like a bell, which shocked all the demon families' ears and frightened all the demon families' eyes. He remembered the noble righteousness of the legendary human Confucianism, which was born to restrain their power and scared back again and again.

After calling a few times, Mingqi demon bird suddenly began to be hoarse. Finally, it suddenly couldn't call out completely. It fluttered its wings with its mouth open and jumped on the tiger demon's head.

After Fang Yun finished the four words "strange, force, chaos and God", everyone was completely out of Mingqi's control. Even Confucius didn't say weird, violent, chaos and ghosts and gods. Did only Mingqi birds dare to be presumptuous?

The sober people quickly regrouped. In the process, everyone looked at Fang Yun for one or more eyes and was awed and grateful by Fang Yun's sudden power.

Everyone knows that those great scholars and great Confucianism who have great righteousness are full of great righteousness. Therefore, even if the great Confucianism reads a holy classic casually, it can force the demons under the great demon away.

However, people do not understand how a "holy former child" can have such power? Does this person really have strong faith and righteousness in his heart? This is more shocking than reciting the Analects of Confucius.

Everyone pressed down their thoughts and looked at the demons. Although more than 100 demons were temporarily deterred, they would rush up with more than a dozen breath at most.

No one has the confidence to defeat the more than 100 demon families.

No matter how strong the scholar war poetry is, it can't kill so many demon families. The scholar is the basic literary position after all. The power at this level can't be written into a wide range of attack war poetry such as gale song or canglangxing, because the talent is not enough, even Yasheng can't do it when he is a scholar.

One person can kill all these demon families here, but not 15 scholar students.

The poetry of killing the enemy is not good, but the poetry of strengthening the army is OK, although there was no scholar poetry of strengthening the army in Shengyuan before.

Fang Yun thought of an ancient poem that could be a strong army poem, bowed his head and picked up the demon pen.

Ma Yuan stretched out his hand and said to Fang Yun, "lend me the demon pen. I want to kill the demon!"

Fang Yun dipped the dragon blood ink with a demon pen and said, "protect me!"

With that, Fang Yun quickly wrote on the paper in the simplest cursive script. First, he wrote the title of the poem, "capture the king".

"Fang Yun is crazy?"

Everyone could not care that there were hundreds of demon families in front. They were surprised to see Fang Yun. Instead of giving Ma Yuan the most talented demon pen that could enhance the enemy killing poem, a former child student asked others to protect him. What's the difference between this and burying everyone's life? With such people in the team, what is the morale?

However, when Fang Yun finished the first sentence "draw a bow when you are strong", everyone couldn't help staring.

A layer of treasure light appeared on the page.

"Original Baoguang!" Lu Yu exclaimed in surprise.

When Fang Yun finished writing the second sentence "when an arrow is long", the second layer of treasure light covered it.

"The first Baoguang!"

"Shoot people first, shoot horses" is finished, and the third layer of Baoguang appears.

"Heirloom!" half of the scholars couldn't help saying.

Fang Yun then wrote the fourth sentence "catch the thief and catch the king first", and then pointed out a full stop to indicate that he had finished writing.

Representing the power of dragon blood ink and Dang demon pen, Baoguang forms the fourth layer of Baoguang, but only covers 40% of the paper.

When the demons woke up, the strong soldier poems with a power increase of 340% burned, turned into white light and fell on everyone. At the same time, they dissipated the power of Mr. Wang's previous strong soldier poems.

Others did not change, but the bow and arrow on the archer immediately emitted a faint white light.

Ma Yuan said with ecstasy, "look! Shoot quickly! Kill the demon soldiers first!"

All the archers woke up like a dream and immediately pulled their bows and fired.

Fifteen low light sharp arrows, with a piercing sound, hit the heads of fifteen demon soldiers in an instant.

The huge tiger demon slowly fell to the ground. In the center of the word "King" on his forehead, only half of the arrows were exposed, and the other half of the arrows were inserted into the tiger demon's brain.

The bird was pierced by an arrow and finally nailed to a tree seven feet away with its mouth open before death.

Without exception, all the fifteen demon soldiers were hit by arrows at the most critical parts. As the poem said, "shoot people first, shoot horses, catch thieves first, catch the king".

Not only all the demons were stunned, but even the fifteen archers on the Terran side were stunned.

Lu Yu said: "even the arrows shot by the strong soldier poem of the whole people will hurt the tiger demon at most, and can't penetrate the head of the tiger demon soldier. Fang Yun is clearly the holy front... No! Fang Yun is the holy front scholar!"

"Keep shooting! Time is limited" Fang Yun said, thinking it's a pity that the second half of the original poem is too negative to be a war poem, but only the first half can be so powerful, worthy of being a poem by poet Du Fu.

Fifteen archers drew their bows and arched again, and fifteen demon soldiers died.

Only two rounds of shooting, only five demon soldiers left.

Although the demons below the demon general are mentally retarded, they are not so stupid that they are not afraid of death. Especially when they encounter "suspected great Confucianism" and God shooters who hit 100 goals, and there is no command of the demon general, they finally have the intention of retreating and retreat slowly.

Where would the fifteen archers miss this blessed opportunity and start the third round of shooting.

This time, seventeen demons died, and two demons were penetrated.

All the demons turned and fled like frightened birds, and some frightened demons kept repeating a word.

"Great Confucian!"

"Great Confucian!"

The leopard demon general who was entangled with Mr. Wang was so frightened that he turned and ran away, regardless of the bear demon general who was attacked by two people.

Mr. Wang was surprised. He turned around and ran back. He saw that the demon families were running crazy. He didn't care about these demon families. With his galloping poetry, he soon saw Fang Yun and others. If Ma Yuan and others hadn't stopped him, those archers and young scholars would want to pursue.

"How dare a mouse chase a group of cats?" Mr. Wang wondered.

Then Mr. Wang saw the demon corpses all over the ground. Without exception, they were all shot in the head by an arrow. Finally, he looked at the dead Mingqi in a daze on the tree.

"Is my strong soldier poem suddenly powerful, or is there a great Confucian passing by?" he muttered to himself.

Lu Yu shouted happily, "Sir, sir! Before Fang Yun became a saint, he also created a scholar's strong army poem, the first in history! In the future, we scholars can also use strong army poems."

Mr. Wang looked at Fang Yun and said, "it's impossible! Just after I warned you with the great scholar of five movements, you became a scholar before the saint? You also created a scholar's strong army poem. If I warned you with semi saint, would you create a war poem in which the scholar killed the whole nation?"

"It's possible." Lu Yu nodded.

The little fox immediately jumped around excitedly to support Mr. Wang's statement.