Heaven Civilization Salvation System

Chapter 29 Principles of Power Output
Fang Zhe, who was still trying to capture Wang's poems in the academic circle, didn't know that a poem he thought was ordinary had already shocked the entire dynasty.

After writing this poem, he keenly felt the literary energy between heaven and earth rushing towards the paper crazily. Gradually, the paper flew up from the table as the literary energy filled it.

Rays of sunlight overflowed from the paper. Gradually, the rays of sunlight became thicker and thicker, until they connected with the sun in the sky, and then gradually slowed down.

There seemed to be a figure singing by itself in the air.

Capture the king.

Draw the bow as strong as possible,
Use arrows as long,
Shoot the man first, shoot the horse,
Catch the thief first to catch the king.

As the singing of the heavens became stronger and stronger, the light and shadow gradually condensed, and a man with a huge longbow on his back suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth. After the man appeared, he just glanced at Fang Zhe lightly, and then an extremely fierce turn around.

He took out the bow and arrow from his back, pulled away the full moon, and pointed it at the sun in the sky.

With a roaring explosion, the sun in the sky was directly blasted, and the sky and the earth were completely dark.

However, a second later, the sky was bright again. The man looked at the bow and arrow in his hand, then looked at the sun in the sky, and shook his head. It seemed a pity. Then, this illusory figure gradually disappeared in the sky. between heaven and earth.

"Huh~huh, so strong." Fang Zhe, who was standing aside and watching the whole battle, was also stunned. Since the paper automatically absorbed the literary energy, he had lost control of the literary energy in the world.

Centering on the man, the berserk literary power poured directly into the bow as if encountering a tornado. Even though the bow was aimed at the sun in the sky, even so, Fang Zhe was also soaked in cold sweat. back.

That kind of scornful attitude of fighting against the heaven and the earth makes people feel convinced.

"Power rating, third grade"

"It is detected that there is a new Zhan Poetry, whether to publish personal information, and share the use permission of Zhan Poetry"

Hearing the notification sound from the academic world, even Fang Zhe was so tenacious, but he was also shocked. For a third-rank literati, in this world, you probably need the literary name of a scholar of the Hanlin University to cultivate to the third rank.

Although I took advantage of the literary loopholes in the academic world, the complete power of this poem is a full third level. If I hadn't been unable to control it, it might have been even higher.

Having figured this out, Fang Zhe planned to try to cut off the input of Wen Qi. This time, he could not let the uncontrolled influx of Wen Qi cause the power to get out of control. His current opponent was only the twelfth rank of warriors, and he did not need this kind of power .

Because he was the creator of the poem "Capture the King", Fang Zhe acquired the ability to formulate sentences in advance that only normal Jinshi could. He picked up the long bow on the weapon rack and finished reciting the last sentence "Capture the Thief, Capture the King First".

The cultural power of heaven and earth surged again, pouring into the longbow held in both hands, but this time under Fang Zhe's intentional control, the speed of the influx of literary energy slowed down, but even so, in less than a second, the bow and arrow had already slightly fluoresces.

Feeling the feeling that the influx was gradually out of control, Fang Zhe decisively cut off the input of Wenli, and as a perfect full moon was pulled out, under the blessing of Wenli, the arrow of fine iron shot thunderously. fly out.

Different from the bow and arrow drawn by phantom, it is extremely domineering. It takes the enemy's head directly and breaks through all spells with one force.

Fang Zhe shot the bow and arrow silently, flying out like a silent assassin in the dark, and suddenly appeared on the target at a strange angle. With the sound of explosion, the target was blown black.

"Power Rating, Ten Pinnacle"

"It is detected that there is a new Zhan Poetry, whether to publish personal information, and share the use permission of Zhan Poetry"

Hearing the evaluation of power, Fang Zhe immediately felt happy from the bottom of his heart, and even the dull prompt sounded extremely cute.

With such a swift attack and such a low profile, he must be able to give Fang Jian, his grandson, a big surprise in the duel a few days later to avenge his father Fang Yun's injury.

"It is detected that there is a new Zhan Poetry, whether to publish personal information, and share the use permission of Zhan Poetry"

The beep sounded again. It seems that the academic circles are very enthusiastic about the new war poetry. Although it is not Fang Zhe's own poetry, it uses all the resources of the entire earth's treasure house. As an earthling, he also shares weal and woe.

"Can personal information be hidden and the permission to use war poems published?" If he wants to complete the system's mission of continuing civilization, he still has to find a way to strengthen the human race's combat effectiveness.

Different from the industrial revolution led by Fang Zhe's original copy last time, this time, he wants to completely start a renaissance in the world.

Let the aborigines of this world clearly understand what cultural output is, what is poetic immortal, and what is poetic sage.

"You can choose your own name and choose to announce it"

Apparently Kong Sheng had made all the preparations before he left. Considering that some posterity wanted to keep a low profile after writing war poems, the setting was very ingenious.

"Set my name as "The Fool" and announce the permission to use war poems"

As Fang Zhe's words fell, a large pitch-black brush carved with dragons and phoenixes suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth, and with the sound of thunder, a poem of capturing the king was gradually outlined in the air, with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing at the end of the font.

After the writing was completed, it turned into a stream of light and flew into the sun.

After trying a few more times, Fang Zhe felt a little tired mentally. After quitting, his body gradually broke into pieces in the academic world.

Another brief blindness.

When the light came in front of him, his father Fang Yun had already fallen asleep on the table, and the sky outside the window also turned white. Apparently he was afraid that after leaving, Fang Zhe would be attacked by the monster that slipped in like before.

Seeing his father Fang Yun, Fang Zhe couldn't help but feel his nose sore. In the two dungeon worlds, his father always loved him so much and always kept the best for himself, instead he used his body to bear the pain.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhe made up his mind, whether it is Fang Jian or Qinglongzhai, these people will have to pay back their debts in blood in the end.

"Dangdang"

With three soft sounds, three feathered arrows with a length of three feet sank into the trunk of a big tree in a zigzag shape.

Samsung with the moon, small Cheng level Samsung with the moon.

Fang Zhe stood on a tree stump ten feet away, with a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes.He jumped up to the tree, and slapped the tree trunk heavily, and the three feathered arrows flew upside down from the tree trunk.

Putting the three feathered arrows into the special quiver, Fang Zhe shook his head gently.

He is a little dissatisfied with the current results.This is already the second month that he has practiced archery, but compared with the previous two days, he has not made much progress recently.

If his practice of archery in the first month can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds, then today, his archery can only be described in four words, that is, no progress.

He has now reached the realm of Xiaocheng.It only took less than a month, no, it should be said that after writing the poem of capturing the king and feeling the true meaning of bow and arrow, he reached this state in only a week.

This level is actually not low. For many people, they may not be able to cultivate their archery skills to this level throughout their lives.

But the rapid progress in the first month made Fang Zhe want to push his archery to a higher level, but the reality gave him a merciless blow to this plan.

No progress has been made this month.If this situation continues, at my own pace, it will probably take decades to master the art of archery.

In the final analysis, it is still not enough physical fitness, but the Fang family branch of Heitu Town, the mayor's father Fang Yun is a literati, so Fang Zhe is helpless in terms of martial arts.

If you want to learn martial arts with rules and regulations, you can only learn it after you join an academy or join an official family. The Fang family's strength-polished skills and eight-character skills can only be said to be at the level of the general public.

In the past two months, after diligently cultivating the horoscope and archery, although his physical fitness has improved significantly, he has only touched the edge of the twelfth rank. It will take at least half a year to break through to the twelfth rank.

Especially the Eight-Character Skill, this simple skill is almost universally known by aristocratic people. It has only three levels: the first level is dynamic, the second level is still, and the third level is Bao Yuan.

Now, Fang Zhe estimates that if he competes with his brother Fang Kai, if he uses archery, he can definitely defeat Fang Kai. If he doesn't use archery, he can at least be on par with Fang Kai.

Although Fang Kai's cultivation level is higher than Zheng Ming's, but with the addition of the system's physical fitness, it is much worse than Fang Zhe.

After everyone saw Fang Zhe's strength, they couldn't help but feel relieved.

(End of this chapter)