Saint of the Confucian way

The Qingguo people who had just been filled with righteous indignation suddenly blushed.

Fang Yun is a virtual saint, but the virtual saint is a status rather than strength. Anyway, he is a young Jinshi.

What's more, Fang Yun didn't take the initiative to start the literary fight. The first reason was that Qingguo went to Jiangzhou to bully Jingguo's scholars, and the second reason was that the Zong family wanted to seize the holy way of enlightenment. In any case, Qingguo was impolite.

If Qingguo wins, Zhang Huzhu's behavior can reflect Qingguo's great country style, know etiquette and shame, win openly and aboveboard, and others are not easy to blame.

If Qingguo is defeated, Qingguo can naturally say that he has not made every effort to prevent others from falling into the well, and no one wants to cast Qingguo's reputation.

If all the ten Jinshi in Daqing win by any means, it will stimulate the sympathy of the people of the ten countries for each other's movement and disgust at Qingguo, which is likely to lead to an embarrassing scene of victory and invincibility.

That's why Zhang Huzhu took the initiative to fight.

"A nation of etiquette and a man of virtue." Fang Yun arched his hand to Zhang Huzhu.

"However, in addition to war and painting, old man is also a poetry maniac. Fang Xusheng should not be careless." Zhang Huzhu told him frankly.

Fang Yun said with a smile, "the students have heard of Mr. Zhang's achievements for a long time. Mr. Zhang has cultivated a poem on raising people's protection and a poem on galloping war into three realms, and two kinds of protection Jinshi war poems into two realms. With these protection war poems close to him, it is enough to use war paintings continuously. Students should be careful."

"The old man's military achievements are nothing compared with Fang Xusheng. Well, we're welcome, old and young. Please."

"Please."

With a flash of light in front of him, Fang Yun opened his eyes and found himself on a small mountain. On the mountain was an old stockade. The gate of the stockade was blocked and there was a watchtower on the right.

Fang Yun was secretly pleased. It seemed that he was lucky and was located in the stronghold. That chapter of Huzhu was probably located outside.

Fang Yun quickly climbed to the Liaowang upstairs, and Zhang Huzhu was at the foot of the mountain.

Zhang Hu's bamboo tongue burst with spring thunder and said, "Fang Xusheng's good luck, luck, is also an important thing in the fight between life and death. This is a civil war, not a fight between life and death with demons and barbarians. Why don't you and I make a constitution and I attack first a quarter of an hour ago. If I can't attack the stronghold, you attack me. Just force me to step back and you will win, how about it?"

When Fang Yun's strategy is considered, this proposal is good. If someone else, he will not attack the mountain, force Fang to carry it down, and then have a showdown on the flat ground. Zhang Huzhu's statement seems to suffer a loss. Even if he moves one step, he will lose. It is clear that Zhang Huzhu is good at war and painting. He is good at defending and not good at attacking. Once he is forced to move, he is at the end of a powerful crossbow. Only by working hard can he save the situation, but with Zhang Huzhu's temperament, he is never willing to work hard.

Because Fang Yun is the semi division of Zhang Huzhu.

All famous painters in the ten countries have learned Fang Yun's new techniques of painting, such as texturing.

"That's what Sir said."

Fang Yun said and looked at the cottage again.

Although the gate of the stronghold is blocked, the gate is made of wood and can be easily broken. The mountain road below is only Zhang Xu wide and winding. If you let this easy to defend and difficult to attack mountain road out and only guard at the gate of the stronghold, it is almost equal to waiting for death. No soldier will make such a mistake.

Fang Yun, standing on the lookout tower, wrote a dream of wind and rain, directly summoned thousands of ice Knights outside the cottage, turning the steps of the mountain road into thick ice, which is difficult to climb.

The weak water knight holds a gun in front and the Qifeng knight holds a bow behind, forming an iron wall.

Fang Yun then wrote "song of Yi Shui" and "send Jing Ke". Even poems, war paintings and war poems are the strength that the human race has only paid attention to in recent years. So far, there is no master of five realms in painting. The Terrans saw Zhang Huzhu slowly take out rolls of war paintings from Han Hubei.

Ordinary people should pay attention to some details when using war paintings. The master of the three realms took out a roll and threw it directly away.

See the war painting burning in the air, and then turned into real power.

At the beginning, Zhang Huzhu's paintings turned into batch after batch of demon families.

These demon families were either demon princes or demon Shuai. A moment later, ten demon princes and thousands of demon Shuai appeared in front of Zhang Huzhu.

Fang Yun is better. Most scholars on the viewing platform feel numb. This chapter of Huzhu is terrible. The key is just the beginning.

"Let's go." Zhang Huzhu said, then bowed his head and continued to take out the picture scroll from Hanhu shell.

The ice Knight fought with the warpainting demon family. The scene was extremely tragic. It should have been the focus of the whole audience. However, everyone, including Fang Yun, was attracted by the next war painting of Zhang Huzhu, and a large number of Jingguo scholars showed sad and laughing faces.

After Zhang Huzhu's new war painting burned, what appeared was not a demon man, but a Terran, a Hanlin.

No one else, it was Li Wenying more than ten years ago!

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