Saint of the Confucian way

More than 30 armored cattle, carrying more than 400 people, drove along the direction of the demon family's escape.

An Chengcai sat on a class a ox cart and kept his head down. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Except Nu Nu, who often looks at him, everyone else is busy.

Mr. Wang said, "we all read the Holy Scriptures in our hearts, nourish our spirit and recover our vitality. Fang Yun, you still can't fight poetry. Just remember to draw a bow and shoot arrows. There are two Jinshi, the county magistrate and General Chen. Our poetry is far inferior and you don't need to do it. Once there is danger, you will use mountain inkstones to escape. Your life is more important than all of us, okay?"

"Everything is up to Mr. Wang." Fang Yun didn't try to be brave. He also heard what Mr. Wang said and tried not to expose him.

An Chengcai raised his head and looked at Fang Yun. There was a little respect and struggle in his eyes.

Fang Yun closed his eyes and silently read Mencius in his heart. Silently reading the holy classics will not only condense his talents, but also recover his consumed talents at a faster speed.

"My talent is like water. In terms of 'quality', it is not worse than raising people, but it is much worse in 'quantity', so it is impossible to make war poems at the level of raising people. I don't know whether I can increase the power of current talent."

Fang Yun looked in the world of strange books and soon saw a sentence in an unofficial history: Supreme literary spirit, eight talents and one win eight.

"It was originally a boast of Cao Zhi and Cao Zijian. Cao Cao is one of the three most talented people in the Cao family. Cao Cao is the most famous and Cao Zhi is the most talented, but Cao Pi killed him. But what does that mean when it is associated with the supreme literary spirit? Why do you win eight with one instead of one against eight?"

When his talent was restored, Fang Yun opened his eyes and saw Mr. Yu idle. He asked in a low voice, "Mr. Yu, what is the supreme literary heart? What is talent?"

"Being highly talented means praising Cao Zijian for his eight points of talent in the world. Everyone knows nothing special. As for the supreme literary spirit, I have never heard of it. Maybe there will be one in the ninth mountain of the book mountain. However, I know that each kind of literary spirit is divided into the top, middle and lower grades. The most common literary spirit is' writing fast '. It is said that those who get the lower grade can write one sentence at a time, and those who get the upper grade can write one poem at a time."

"Ah? So fast? It's faster than the demon clan to use magic." Fang Yun was surprised. He thought it would take a lot of time to write war poems. If he got the top-grade fast writing, it would take only one second to write the first war poems. It's too fast.

Mr. Yu smiled: "You underestimate the human race and saints like us. Writing fast is just an ordinary literary heart. There are more magical words on it, such as' a piece of empty paper 'and' talking nonsense '. It's very powerful! But literary heart is rare, and top-grade literary heart is even more rare. But we all think highly of you. You can't win literary heart when you become a scholar on the book mountain, but Cheng Ju people will get a literary heart when they go to the book mountain again! Are you One of the four talents of the next generation! "

Fang Yun smiled modestly and said, "don't say that. New four talents are born in ten countries every ten years, and every four talents will become a great Confucian as long as they don't die. I can't do it yet."

"You can," Mr. Wang opened his eyes.

Others nodded, but no one said the reason in front of outsiders: since Fang Yun can now make strong army poems, he is not only one of the four talents of the next generation, but also one of the strongest candidates.

An Chengcai looked at Fang Yun with more respect and some shame.

Mr. Yu said with a smile, "in fact, I hope you hide your strength and bide your time. If you are too strong, you will soar up in two or three years and squeeze the last of the four contemporary talents, there will be a joke, ha ha."

People smile. Although this kind of thing has never happened, it must be very interesting if it does happen.

An Chengcai didn't laugh.

Seeing that an Chengcai was very nervous, Lu Yu persuaded him, "we have two Jinshi and nine Juren. One Jinshi and four Juren are generals with rich experience. They all have the strength to kill demon generals alone. Our enemy has only four demon generals. Killing them is more than enough. Demon generals are just slightly stronger. As for those demon soldiers and demon people, they are nothing at all."

An Chengcai lowered his head and didn't speak.

Mr. Wang said, "Lu Yu, don't underestimate the demon turtle. The demon turtle has a big house and is likely to condense into a fake dragon ball. The fake dragon ball can collect the water of a big river. Think how heavy it is. Once it is smashed, even the Jinshi will be killed alive. General Chen doesn't have to lead the army to kill the demon general in person. He is probably afraid that the demon turtle has a fake dragon ball. If so, I'm afraid even he needs help."

"What's the use of fake dragon beads?" Fang Yun asked.

"If the fake dragon ball is in the hands of our Terrans, it can be used for two purposes. One is to practice it into a Wen Bao, preferably related to water, such as injecting it into canglangxing , it's at least twice as powerful as ordinary Wenbao, and it can be used continuously. As for the two, if you eat them directly, you can walk without fear of wind and waves, divide water, and have some strange and wonderful functions. However, you don't want to think about fake dragon beads, but how to protect your life. "

"Turtles have a very high position in the fish demon, second only to the dragon clan. The most terrible thing about the demon turtle is that its shell is hard. Once the demon blood is stirred, scholars at the same level can't break their protection. Fortunately, Chen Xibi and He county magistrate are two Jinshi. If there is no accident, they can slowly kill the demon turtle's life and blood, and finally kill it. I'm afraid they will be killed before they wait to kill them "Dead," said Mr. Wang.

Mr. Yu said, "it's not terrible to only have a demon turtle with pseudo dragon blood. The terrible thing is that there are demon families everywhere in the mountain. If the Dragon turtle attracts a large number of demon families, we will be buried here. Therefore, even General Chen said that we will only pursue for one day. If we can't see the demon family tomorrow morning, we will return."

"We won't be so unlucky?" Ning Zhiyuan whispered.

"There are a lot of people who are more unlucky than us. Many talented scholars and scholars die because of bad luck, or broken literature palace, or broken courage, or directly. However, you don't have to worry too much when there are two Jinshi."

"Anyway, we only kill demon soldiers and people. Stay away from demon turtles. Jinshi is not afraid of demon turtles, but if demon turtles kill us crazy, Jinshi may not be able to stop them."

When they remembered the strange bird, they were afraid that if Fang Yun hadn't been there, they would have been dead.

"It's never wrong to be careful." Mr. Wang sighed and looked out of the car.

The demon clan left many traces along the way. Chen Xibi had rich combat experience and galloped all the way.

A quarter of an hour later, all the armour ox carts slowed down, because the demon clan had left the road and entered the rolling hills.

A cow has infinite power, but it is still very difficult to pull people up the slope.

Chen Xi Bi Liang got out of the car and started walking. He picked out six ox carts with supplies and weapons for three days. The coachman picked out six Jianiu carts and asked every six Jianiu carts to pull one. When going uphill, someone pushed it and when getting off, someone pulled it. This can ensure that Jianiu carts can drive in the hills.

They followed the traces of the demon family all the way and finally came to a big forest.

The forest has towering trees, the spacing between trees is very small, and the ground is uneven. Even if a cow cart can walk through the forest, it will soon be scattered.

They stopped in front of the forest, sent a scouting team, and then Chen Xibi ordered that each take two days of dry food and wear complete weapons and armor.

Fang Yun chose the bow and arrow, and the other students changed into armor.

An Chengcai also chose a bow and arrow and took a sharp dagger.

Most soldiers have armor on their upper body. Before they come, they are protected by the power of Zhuang Xing poetry, and there is no problem carrying 100 kg of things.

After that, Chen Xi gave orders and arranged troops to make people pay attention to the matters of forest fighting, and finally stressed the military order.

From now on, everyone here is a soldier.

The students of the State Academy of Arts used to kill demons, but that was just sharpening. At that time, their identity was still college students, but now, they are soldiers and soldiers!

The three Juren teachers were better, but Fang Yun and the 15 scholars had to force themselves to change their mentality to adapt to this real military career. If they were careless, they might be dealt with by military law. If they made a big mistake, they might be executed.

There are no saints in the army, only superiors and subordinates, only obedience and killing the enemy.

The tall and dense canopy of the primeval forest blocks the sun, the forest is slightly dark, the rotten leaves on the ground smell musty, and the occasional passing of poisonous insects or snakes and mice will make people more nervous.

More than 400 people moved forward quickly.

General Chen Xibi and county magistrate he walked in the front. There was a sixth grade general on the left and right sides. The three detachments were in the shape of Wu Chengpin, while Fang Yun and other college students were in the middle. After them, there was a battalion School of the seventh grade behind the hall.

Fang Yun took a deep breath and carefully observed his surroundings. Now he no longer regarded himself as a trial student, but regarded himself as a recruit to observe where the veterans chose to walk, how to deal with those poisonous insects and how to maintain their physical strength.

Fang Yun found that in addition to the civilian officials in Mi County and the people of the State Academy of literature, those government troops had a total of one Jinshi, four Juren and at least 30 scholars. This proportion was far higher than that of the ordinary army. It was obviously the elite selected.

They chased all the way and unknowingly night fell. At more than seven o'clock in the evening, they rested for three-quarters of an hour to eat, and then continued on their way.

It was dark in the forest. Children or higher literati had bright eyes and were not afraid to walk at night. Those ordinary soldiers couldn't, so the team had to shrink. A general held up a cultural treasure inlaid with many night pearls. This cultural treasure originally used for underwater lighting is also very effective here.

At nine o'clock in the night, they found that the forest in front was in a mess, a large number of giant trees were broken, and there were some venoms in some places, enough to have hundreds of demon clan bodies. Besides the fish demon, there are many mountain demons, indicating that the demon snake or demon turtle summoned the mountain demon again.

Chen Xibi stopped for a moment, carefully checked the battle scene, looked dignified, said that two more demons would join, let everyone be careful, and then continued to start.

As Fang Yun walked, he recalled the map of Jiangzhou he had seen when he was in the Zhouwen Academy.

This should be heiqu mountain, the branch of Huangyao mountain. The mountain is not very steep. If you go further, you can see the Yangtze River.