Saint of the Confucian way

Zong Hou's face was shocked for a long time. After falling back to the sea, he looked at the black fog assassin with lingering fear, bowed his hand to Fang Yun and said, "I don't know one thing. Did you know the ability of this poem assassin long ago, or did he find my flaw and bombard me into the air."

Fang Yun replied truthfully, "it's his own way of fighting."

"Alas... Supernatural people, supernatural poems." Zong Hou looked at Lian Shi assassin with envy.

The battlefield above the sea dissipated, and Zong Hou turned and left.

Fang Yun looked around and found countless people discussing the poem.

"How long hasn't the double soul poetry appeared? I remember Cao Cao wrote it in his book. Yes, Zongsheng also did. However, Zongsheng didn't have the double soul poetry until he was a bachelor, and the power of the double soul poetry was equivalent to that of imperial poetry and became a chicken rib. If he could form the three soul poetry, the power or Xu Yuanchao's ordinary university scholar war poetry, but he didn't make it in the end."

"Yes, Fang Xusheng was much younger than Zongsheng at that time."

"This Lianshi assassin is so terrible that he is the bane of our generation of scholars! The demon is very good at fighting head-on. We have many ways to guard against it, but this assassin is good at sneaking attacks and can't be prevented."

"However, the most terrible thing about the poetry assassin is not sneak attack, but being good at discovering weaknesses. We have all studied war poetry of previous dynasties, but only the second boundary war poetry can have such a terrible way of fighting, which is unprecedented."

"Who says this poem is wonderful? There are two of the four assassins. If you put together four, the whole demon world will be shocked."

"The only pity is that it is not handed down Lianshi."

"There are no poems handed down from generation to generation. If there are poems handed down from generation to generation, the Terran will be very popular. The victory or defeat of ordinary Jinshi and demon Shuai will be thirty-seven times, but if there are Jinshi poems, the victory or defeat will be almost fifty-five times. The most important thing is that it is too difficult for the Terran to master the poems of the war of the three borders. There are only a thousand people who master the poems of the war of the two borders. However, there are countless people who master the poems of the war of the two borders. Once there is a handed down company Poetry, as long as the handed down poetry is practiced to the second realm, it is more powerful than the three realm war poetry in the same position, and it is easier to practice! "

"At that time, everyone will be like a poem maniac!"

"Wait slowly."

Zhang poyue said, "it should be Zhang poyue. He counted ten people in Qingguo and found that none of them had the same strengths.

"It seems that Qing Jun is very careful. If ten people have similar advantages, Fang Xusheng can win ten people as long as he wins one person."

"They took great pains. It's a good chance to win. They still do it."

Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan looked at Fang Yun in the field, looked at the direction of the king of Qingguo, and fell into meditation.

Zhang Huzhu is a very kind-hearted old man. He is over 80. He has white hair and beard, but he has a hunchback.

"Compared with the others, I'm just an old man. I can't do poetry or Scripture. The only thing I can do is draw the way. I hope Fang Xusheng won't blame the old man for lowering the realm of your enemy." Zhang Huzhu's tongue burst with spring thunder as he walked.

"The old gentleman is too modest," Fang Yunke said.

Zhang Huzhu said with a smile, "I still regret it. I knew that painting could lead to hype. Even if I fought for my life, I should go to Jingguo to listen. You don't know how he laughed at me when he talked about the hype with Ruan Ling the other day."

"I remember master Ruan Ling once went there."

Fang Yun nodded and remembered clearly that Fang Yun thought about it in his heart after he completed Lingyan Pavilion. Although Zhang Huzhu ranked in the row, all the war paintings were made before him, he can use them at will.

Fang Yun has heard of Zhang Huzhu's name for a long time. His war painting didn't take much effort to kill ordinary demon Hou. His most brilliant achievement was to block a demon king for an hour with his own strength, and finally wait for the reinforcements to leave safely.

Fang Yun had a headache when he learned that there was him among the ten people. No matter how powerful the Jiaoya ancient gun of Qiu Chongshan, no matter how strong Zong Jibing's ice family talent and Yasheng star position are, no matter how amazing Qu hangge's chess and piano skills are, it is impossible to stop a demon king for an hour.

Zhang Huzhu smiled and continued, "I am old and talented. I have made little achievements in painting Taoism. I have painted several satisfactory paintings in recent years."

Hearing this, Fang Yun's heart clicked. A peak war painting took more than half a year, which means that he used temporary strength to fight the enemy and accumulated strength for half a year. Moreover, this strength has been used more than once, and the odds of winning are very small.

The key is that the data show that Zhang Huzhu, like Qu hangge, takes the initiative to ask for a civil war.

"But..." Zhang Huzhu suddenly said, "one is to give someone, and the other one I'm not willing to use