The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

After writing "In the Same Robe with My Son", it burned immediately.

Previously, "With the Son in the Same Robe" written by others turned into light points and fell into everyone's bodies, but this time it was different.

The whole poem suddenly turned into a ball of white light, and the white light condensed into a battlefield. The lights and shadows on the battlefield flickered. It was the scene of the battle between soldiers and demons during the reign of King Xuan of Zhou Dynasty.

This ball of white light exuded a powerful contagion, and the emotions of everyone present were affected by the scene in the white light. Then the white light shattered and turned into pieces of transparent armor that flew to everyone, making everyone feel numb from their necks to their feet. There is a layer of transparent armor.

This was the first time that Fang Yun saw Shihun Zhanshi. He reached out and touched the transparent armor. It was cold and smooth. Moreover, the protective ability of this armor was even greater than that of a full-body heavy armor, but it could only last for half an hour.

After all, Mr. Wang is a civil servant, so the shock caused by his talent in writing poems subsided immediately. He then wrote an inspiring poem and a strong military poem "Ode to Soldiers" that could be used to promote people, making all soldiers' weapons more lethal and making it easier to kill monsters and civilians. But if the demon-slaying soldiers cannot injure vital parts, the damage will still be limited.

After that, Mr. Wang wrote a quick poem and gave the pen and ink to Fang Yun.

"Sir, don't you use it?" Fang Yun asked.

"The demon general won't give me time to write. I can only deal with it by making use of the exits. You can save them for your use. Ma Yuan, you are in charge of the command. You must hold on until we come back!" After Mr. Wang finished speaking, there was wind at his feet. Rushing up the mountain at an extremely fast speed.

Everyone formed a formation and got ready. Not long after, they saw hundreds of monsters in front of them pressing over. There were upright bear monsters that were nearly two people tall, colorful tiger monsters that were as high as human shoulders, and some that were five or six feet long. The snake demon, the tongue core it spits out is longer than a human arm.

There are at least thirty demon soldiers here. It would be difficult for even one person to kill these demons, let alone these young scholars.

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

"Yes, we have a plan on paper!"

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

Ma Yuan's expression changed drastically, he hurriedly covered his ears and shouted: "No! It's Mingqi! Mingqi's lost voice, run away immediately..."

Before he could finish speaking, the chirping bird demon began to cry on the tiger demon's head. Its voice was gentle and sweet, like crying.

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

The scholars obviously wanted to write "Jing Ke's Assassination of Qin Ge", but their hands kept shaking and they couldn't write complete words. It was difficult to write on paper, and their minds were a little confused, and they didn't even have the idea of ​​​​escape.

It was no use even if Ma Yuan covered his ears.

Fang Yun naturally knows the name of the Mingqi monster bird. This kind of monster bird can be said to be the nemesis of the human race. The strongest demon king, Mingqi, can shake the hearts of all scholars under the great scholar. It is difficult to talk on paper or even speak in detail, so he can only use words and swords. .

The only one who can resist this strange cry is Wen Dan.

But this singing bird is at the level of a demon soldier, which is equivalent to a human scholar. It is impossible for a scholar to have literary courage, which makes almost everyone unable to fight.

Whether they were ordinary soldiers, children, or scholars, they all looked desperate, and they never expected to recruit Ming Qi.

The monsters all laughed, and even laughed and talked in monster language, completely treating these people as delicacies.

Hearing the language of the demon tribe, Fang Yun and several scholars suddenly realized that because too many demon tribes were killed yesterday, the two nearby demon generals joined forces to lure the three people away, and then let Ming Qi take the opportunity to lead the demon soldiers. The monsters came to kill them.

However, Fang Yun has literary courage.

Fang Yun took a deep breath, looked at the monsters in front of him without fear, and read loudly the contents of "The Analects of Confucius", almost word for word: "The child is silent, strange! Power! Chaos! God!"

Fang Yun sacrificed his life in order to save his comrades, regardless of the fact that the demon clan would kill him first. Not only did Fang Yun bring out the talent in his body, but his literary courage was also driven by his spirit, forming a strange force that spread in all directions.

The saint's words, Fang Yun's voice, talent, literary courage resonated with the vitality of heaven and earth. In the end, Fang Yun's words actually had a sound like a loud bell, which made all the demon clan's ears hurt and all the demon clan's eyes looked horrified. , thinking of the legendary great righteousness of the human race, which was the innate power to restrain them, they were so frightened that they backed away.

After the Mingqi demon bird called a few times, it suddenly became hoarse, and finally it suddenly stopped screaming at all. It opened its mouth and flapped its wings, jumping up and down on the tiger demon's head.

After Fang Yun said the four words "weird, powerful, chaotic, and divine", everyone was completely out of Mingqi's control. Even Confucius didn't talk about weirdness, violence, chaos, ghosts and gods, how dare a mere Mingqi bird be so presumptuous?

The sober people quickly regrouped. In the process, everyone glanced at Fang Yun or several times, shocked and grateful by Fang Yun's sudden power.

Everyone knows that those great scholars and great scholars with great righteousness are full of great righteousness when they speak, so even if the great scholar casually recites a book of saints, he can drive away the demons and savages under the great demons.

However, everyone didn't understand how a "child before the saint" could have such power? Does this person really have strong faith and righteousness in his heart? This is more shocking than memorizing "The Analects of Confucius" backwards and forwards.

Everyone suppressed their thoughts and looked at the monsters. Although more than a hundred monsters were temporarily frightened, they would pounce on them within a dozen breaths at most.

No one has the confidence to defeat these more than a hundred monsters.

No matter how powerful the scholar's war poem is, he can't kill so many demon clans. Scholars are basic scholars after all. It is impossible to write large-scale attack war poems such as "Song of the Wind" or "Cang Lang Xing" with this level of power, because they are not talented enough. , even Yasheng couldn't do it when he was a scholar.

A single scholar here can kill all these monsters, but fifteen academicians cannot.

Poems about killing the enemy are not good, but poems about strengthening soldiers are okay, although there were no poems about talents and soldiers in Shengyuan Continent before this.

Fang Yun thought of an ancient poem that could be used as a strong military poem, and he lowered his head and picked up the demon pen.

Ma Yuan stretched out his hand to Fang Yun and said: "Lend me the demon pen, I will kill the demon!"

Fang Yun dipped his demon pen in dragon blood ink and said without raising his head: "Protect me!"

After saying that, Fang Yun wrote quickly on the paper in the simplest cursive script. He first wrote the title of the poem, "Capturing the King".

"Is Fang Yun crazy?"

Everyone ignored the fact that there were hundreds of monsters in front of them and looked at Fang Yun in surprise. Instead of giving the most talented Ma Yuan the demon pen that could enhance his enemy-killing poetry, a former Saint boy asked others to protect him. This was inconsistent with What difference does it make to ruin everyone's life? With such a person in the team, what morale is there to speak of?

However, when Fang Yun finished writing the first sentence, "Strengthening the bow when pulling back the strong," everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.

A layer of precious light appears on the page.

"Original Baoguang!" Lu Yu exclaimed in surprise.

When Fang Yun finished writing the second sentence "Use arrows as long as they last", the second layer of precious light covered it.

"The first treasure light!"

After writing "Shoot the man first, shoot the horse", the third layer of precious light appeared.

"Heirloomed Treasure!" Half of the scholars couldn't help but shout out.

Fang Yun then wrote the fourth sentence, "Capture the thief first, capture the king", and then clicked a period to indicate completion.

The powerful treasure light representing the dragon blood ink and demon pen formed the fourth layer of treasure light, but it only covered 40% of the page.

When those monsters woke up, the power of the Strong Soldiers Poetry increased by 340%, burned, turned into white light and fell on everyone, and at the same time dissipated the power of Mr. Wang's previous Strong Soldiers Poems.

No one else changed, but the bow and arrows on the archer immediately gave off a faint white light.

Ma Yuan said ecstatically: "What are you looking at! Shoot quickly! Kill the demon soldiers first!"

All the archers woke up from a dream and immediately drew their bows and shot.

Fifteen shimmering sharp arrows struck the heads of fifteen demon soldiers instantly with a harsh sound of breaking through the air.

The huge tiger demon slowly fell to the ground. Only half of the arrow was exposed in the center of the word "king" on its forehead, and the other half of the arrow was inserted into the tiger demon's head.

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

The fifteen demon soldiers were without exception, and all were hit by arrows in their most vital parts. Just as the poem said, "Shoot the horse before you shoot the man, and capture the king before you capture the thief."

Not only were all the monsters stunned, but even the fifteen archers on the human side who were shooting arrows were stunned.

Lu Yu said: "Even if it is an arrow shot by Juren's Qiangbingshi, it will only hurt the tiger monster at most, but it cannot penetrate the head of the tiger monster soldier. Fang Yun is obviously a Holy Qian... No! Fang Yun is a Holy Qian scholar. "

"Keep shooting! Time is limited," Fang Yun said, thinking that it was a pity that the second half of the original poem was too negative and could not be turned into a war poem when written. However, only the first half of the poem was so powerful, and it was worthy of being a poem by the poet Du Fu.

Fifteen archers drew their bows and shot arrows again, and another fifteen demon soldiers died.

After only two rounds of shooting, there were only five demon soldiers left.

Although the demons below the demon general have low intelligence, they are not so stupid that they are not afraid of death. Especially when they encounter "suspected scholars" and sharpshooters who are always accurate, and without the command of the demon general, they finally have the intention to retreat and slowly retreat. .

How could the fifteen archers miss this God-given opportunity and start the third round of shooting.

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

All the monsters turned around and fled like frightened birds. Some of the frightened monsters kept repeating one word.

"Great Confucian!"

"Great Confucian!"

When the leopard clan demon general who was pestering Mr. Wang heard this, he turned around and ran away in fright, ignoring the bear clan demon general who was attacked by two Juren.

Mr. Wang felt strange in his heart. He turned around and ran back, only to see those monsters running away like crazy. He didn't care about these monsters. He quickly saw Fang Yun and others with his quick poems. If Ma Yuan and others hadn't blocked them, those archers And the young scholar actually wanted to pursue him.

"A mouse dares to chase a group of cats?" Mr. Wang was confused.

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

"Is it because my poem about strong soldiers suddenly became so powerful, or is there really a great scholar passing by?" He murmured to himself.

Lu Yu shouted happily: "Sir, sir! Fang Yun was a scholar before he became a saint, and he also composed his own poem about strengthening soldiers, which is the best in the history! In the future, we scholars can also use poems about strengthening soldiers."

Mr. Wang looked at Fang Yun and said: "Impossible! I just warned you with the Five-Move Grand Scholar, and you became a scholar before the saint? You also wrote your own poem about scholars and soldiers. If I warned you with a semi-sage, would you know? Create a war poem in which a scholar kills a scholar?"

"It's possible." Lu Yu nodded.

The little fox immediately jumped up and down excitedly, supporting Mr. Wang's statement.