The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1181 The periphery of the ruins

Everyone was stunned, how could something with a semi-holy aura break so easily?

Although the Semi-Saint is not immortal, as long as the power containing the Holy Power is not eroded by an overly powerful force, it is easy to survive for millions of years.

Although the ruins of the Dragon City are dilapidated, there is almost no strong external force, and it will never be damaged so easily.

"Yunfang, how dare you tease me!" Lian Pingchao shouted angrily and turned his head suddenly. The red light in his eyes was strong, and the energy of heaven and earth around him shook, and strong winds scattered in all directions.

"Mr. Pingchao is joking, you are just blind!" Fang Yun straightened his waist and responded to Lian Pingchao without fear.

Lian Pingchao gritted his teeth, but all his words were blocked by Fang Yun, because he had said before that he could not blame Fang Yun for making mistakes, but only himself.

Ye Fangge advised: "Old Lian is still very hot-tempered even at such an old age. You just lost a piece of phoenix fire sycamore wood. Don't you still have the demon saint's fur in your hand? Who hasn't made a mistake when choosing something in the antique market? When?”

Lian Pingchao asked slowly: "Yunfang, I want to ask you, did you know in advance that there was something wrong with this thing?"

Fang Yun asked back: "Then I also want to ask Mr. Pingchao, do you want this thing, or do I force it on you?"

The entrance to the ruins of Dragon City was surrounded by blood mist, and the vitality was shaking. In the blood mist, Fang Yun and Lian Pinghu looked at each other, while the other five people's lips were tightly closed, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

After a while, Lian Pingchao smiled coldly and said: "Since you are teasing me, your friendship with me is broken! If others are in trouble, I will help you, but if something happens to you, don't blame me for standing by and watching!"

"Oh." Fang Yun agreed casually, calmly. He had already known about the Blood Mang Ancient Land and had no hope for people like Lian Pingchao.

"Huh!" Lian Pingchao flicked his sleeves and looked at the light curtain that separated the entrance from the periphery of the ruins.

Liu Shan laughed and said: "Then I will start writing "Chang Wu"."

"Changwu" is a poem in the "Book of Songs", the oldest collection of poems in the human race. It was written by ancient people. It was finally compiled and revised into "Shi" by Confucius Sheng and became one of the Confucian classics.

This poem is an expedition poem, also known as a Zhuang poem. It is the only Zhuang poem handed down from ancient times. It directly enhances the strength of the human race. Some scholars will practice it repeatedly. Once it reaches the third level, it is enough to make the body of an ordinary soldier equivalent to that of a demon soldier. It is a human race One of the fundamental forces that can fight against monsters and barbarians.

The only flaw of this poem is that it requires a too low level. If you don't practice repeatedly to increase your level, the power of the great scholar will be similar to that of the Jinshi, and the range can only be increased.

Many great scholars or Confucian scholars are studying Zhuangxing poetry. Unfortunately, only a few people can produce Zhuangxing poems with high literary status, and they cannot be passed down to the world.

Therefore, the Zhuangxing poetry handed down from ancient times has always been a shortcoming of the human race.

"Hehe Mingming, the king ordered his ministers. Grand Ancestor Nan Zhong, Grand Master and Imperial Father..."

Liu Shan'a held a great Confucian pen and wrote quickly. The poem became three realms, and the virtual holy soul appeared.

The poem page burned quickly, and then turned into a piece of brilliance that penetrated into the bodies of the seven people.

"Crack, click, click..."

Fang Yun heard the sound of rapid bone growth coming from his body, and then found that his body was full of strength. His body increased by two inches in a short period of time, and the muscles all over his body bulged, making the Hanlin suit tight.

"Changwu" not only makes humans strong, but also enhances their reaction ability and other aspects, so even great scholars need to undergo strong training before fighting.

Fang Yun felt dizzy and realized that he had rarely been exposed to the Three Kingdoms Zhuangxing Poems and that his body had difficulty adapting for a while, so he put his hand into his clothes and took out the marching pills jointly developed by farmers, doctors and military strategists from the drinking jellyfish. Made from the flesh and blood of leopard demons and shark demons with abundant life, eating one pill can guarantee you will not be hungry for ten days.

Fang Yun ate one pill, but found that he was still hungry and uncomfortable, so he continued eating, and finally stopped after eating five pills. In order to avoid physical harm, he took out a piece of Dragon Palace Blood Ginseng and put it in his mouth.

The other six bachelors had received hundreds of Zhuangxing poetry enhancements, and their bodies were already familiar with this power, unlike Fang Yun's reaction.

Even Pingchao snorted and looked quite disdainful. Qiu Meng and Tan Hemu shook their heads slightly. They all saw that Fang Yun had too little actual combat experience to be able to withstand even the Three Realm Zhuang poems immediately. He would definitely suffer if he went deep into the ruins of Dragon City. .

Ye Fangge said: "Yunfang, I think you don't have much experience. Zhaochen agreed to let you come, I'm afraid it's just to let you see the world and put your ancient knowledge into practice. After this layer of light curtain, there are ruins There will be many war statues on the outside. If we don’t pay attention, we may not be able to protect you. I don’t recommend you enter.”

Lian Pingchao interjected: "Therefore, when heaven is about to entrust this man with a great responsibility, he must first work hard on his mind and body. If he can't overcome the small difficulties on the periphery of the ruins, he is not worthy of being called a scholar and shrinking in the rear. The city is like a Taiping Hanlin."

Fang Yun said calmly: "Thank you Mr. Fangge for being here. As for whether you deserve to be called a scholar or not, Mr. Pingchao doesn't care. Children's methods of motivating generals are of no use to me. If you like to chatter endlessly, you should listen attentively at another time. , but this is the ruins of Dragon City, and we are going to the Five Dragons Hall, so it is not suitable for a long discussion. "

Lian Pingchao glared and said to the others: "Look, this guy is so arrogant when he is just a Hanlin. He has no respect for me as an elder or senior. How can I feel relieved when I enter the ruins of Dragon City with such people?"

"Okay, both of you should stop talking. Mr. Pingchao is experienced and reasonable. Yunfang is young and energetic, so it's no big deal. Hemu, your Hanlin Enhanced Protection Poem has reached the second level. It's up to you."

Tan Hemu nodded gently and wrote the second level Hanlin Enhanced Protection Poem "Yijia".

Enhanced protection war poems are different from protective war poems. Protective is only used by one person, while enhanced protection is used by a large range of people. The power of enhanced protection war poems is relatively weak, but if it triggers a sensational phenomenon, it is extraordinary.

Enhanced protection and protection can overlap.

There is only one poem handed down from generation to generation, "Changwu", and enhanced protection poems are better. The three literary positions of Xiucai, Juren and Hanlin have each been handed down from generation to generation, but there is no enhanced protection poem handed down from higher literary positions.

After Tan Hemu's poem was completed, everyone's body surface had a layer of transparent light armor, which was only as thick as four or five pieces of paper stacked together, but it had a stronger protective ability than ordinary steel. Ordinary demon marquises had to attack with all their strength at least twice to defeat it.

For the Grand Secretary, the poem of strengthening the army and the poem of inspiring the soldiers were not very useful, and these two poems were enough.

"Everyone, summon some of the war poem soldiers first, and then enter the light curtain."

All seven people used war poems to summon strong war poem soldiers. Only Fang Yun had less than five white soldiers, and the number of war poem soldiers of the rest of the people was more than two thousand.

Yun Zhaochen waved his hand, and the seven people entered the light curtain under the protection of the war poem soldiers.

Fang Yun felt that the light curtain seemed to be non-existent, and he passed through it easily.

The seven people arrived at the periphery of the ruins.

Fang Yun took a closer look and found that the blood mist in the sky was thicker here, and the distance was reduced to fifteen miles.

Fang Yun compared it with the entrance in his mind. The good thing was that there was no dust here, and it seemed to be protected by the power of the Five Dragons Hall. Weapons or items that were not particularly damaged could be seen everywhere.

The bad thing was that a full ten stone statues as high as five stories rushed over.

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