The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1418 Women’s War Poetry

Fang Yun smiled and said: "Then Fang will show off his shame. It's just a poem, so what can it be like?"

"Husband!" Yang Yuhuan reminded hurriedly, and the other women also looked at Fang Yun with concern, hoping that Fang Yun would not be angry.

Fang Yun smiled and said: "Not only do I want to write poetry, but I also want my private soldiers to write an article for the editorial board of "Wenbao" to record the visit to the Women's Society."

"Fang Xusheng, if you do this, I'm afraid you will take a big risk." Yang Xunlou frowned slightly.

"So what? As long as it is beneficial to the human race, I will do my best." Fang Yun didn't care.

Anyone who is one step ahead of the world may be regarded as crazy, but in the end there will be great rewards.

"You are fighting against all scholars. Even if you are a virtual saint, your status may not be guaranteed." Yang Xunlou was afraid that Fang Yun would make an irreversible mistake.

"I am a conservative scholar," Fang Yun corrected. "When I went to Ning'an County, I once told my people that I didn't come to Ning'an to be a good official that bureaucrats like! Likewise, I came to Shengyuan not to I want to be a virtual saint that all scholars like!”

"You..." Yang Xunlou looked at Fang Yun and was speechless.

The other women looked at Fang Yun and suddenly understood why so many ordinary people liked this person, and why just hearing that Ji Zhibai wanted to eliminate Fang Yun's influence caused 90% of the young people in Ning'an to attack the county government with weapons. Suddenly I understood why Fang Yun raised his arms and tens of thousands of scholars were willing to go to Ning'an and the north.

Some people may not need luck, but humans do.

Fang Yun glanced at the crowd and said with a smile: "You are taking this matter too seriously. In other words, the real people with lofty ideals in the human race have vaguely judged some signs, but they can't do anything. Once someone comes forward, things will be complicated. It will become clear. Born as a human being and ranked as a virtual saint, Fang should stand up at this moment, that's all."

Su Xiaoxiao whispered: "Even the Half-Saint can't do it, but you..."

"If I make a mistake, I will just change my path to a holy path. If the Half-Saint makes a mistake, it means that the overall strength of the human race will drop by nearly 10%! I know that some of you resent the Half-Saint in your heart, but they cannot be wrong." Fang Yun sighed. Ever since he became the Lord of Blood and experienced being mistaken for death, he had a vague understanding of some of the demi-saint's behaviors.

Living above hundreds of millions of people, if you take one wrong step, you will fall into the endless abyss together with hundreds of millions of people.

Many women lowered their heads slightly, not knowing whether they did not want to offend the semi-saint, or whether they were sincerely convinced by what Fang Yun said.

"Line up! Ask Fang Xusheng to inspect the female students!" Yang Xunlou's voice sounded.

Women from all over the school grounds immediately hurriedly gathered together, neatly and uniformly, and their movements were neat. Although there was a gap between them and the elite soldiers in the army, they were no worse than ordinary government and county troops.

Fang Yun nodded slightly.

Yang Xunlou asked: "Wait a moment, I will go find someone to get pen and ink."

"Don't bother, I have them all here." Fang Yun said, swallowing the seashells and emitting a ray of light, a table appeared in front of him, and the inkstone was on it.

The inkstone poked its head around the inkstone, showing curiosity, while the little ink girl was a little afraid of strangers and hid in the ink and did not dare to come out. It was not until Fang Yun's mist butterfly flew over the inkstone that the little witch quietly revealed her head and peeked around.

The women present all heard that Fang Yun had three rare things in the world: the inkstone turtle, the black ink girl, and the fog butterfly. They were envious and curious, and stared at the three rare things.

Yangui raised his head proudly and slowly crawled on the table with his four legs, not paying attention to the many beauties at all.

Nunu jumped from Yang Yuhuan's arms to the table, stretched out her little paws to hold the inkstone's head, and looked down majestically, as if to say, be honest and don't make trouble.

Yangui looked at Nunu aggrievedly, as if he knew how to bully me.

The ink girl snickered.

The women nearby didn't expect it to be so funny, and a few little girls even giggled.

There were pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the table. Fang Yun originally wanted to use ordinary pens and ink, but thinking that this was his first time composing a poem for the Women's Society, he needed to be more solemn, so he took out a bachelor's writing pen and dipped enough inkstones. Gui's ink picked a piece of rice paper used by the emperor of Jingguo.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Yun picked up the pen to write.

The brave and heroic figure holds the sword and spear,

The first light of dawn shines on the military exercise field.

The sons and daughters of China have many wonderful ambitions;

I don’t like red makeup, I like armed weapons.

The women here are all proficient in poetry, and when they saw the last sentence, they couldn't help but marvel. The sentence "I don't like red makeup, I like armed forces" is simply the finishing touch. It extremely accurately explains everything the women in the Women's Society do, and also explains the dreams in their hearts.

This kind of poetry with precise words and sentences has always been loved by scholars of all ages. It is often simple but meaningful, simple but sincere.

The women present also wrote poems on weekdays to express their ambitions, but today when I saw the sentence "I don't like red makeup, I like armed forces", I understood what the finishing touch is and what magic is born from the ordinary.

The word "Qizhi" highly praised the behavior of "not loving red makeup and loving armed forces". This was Xu Sheng's attitude to express his attitude, which moved many women extremely.

However, these women had no time to think anymore. After finishing the whole poem, they saw streaks of precious light appearing on the paper.

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect Fang Yun to compose a war poem.

At the same time, two strange sounds suddenly came from the sky, a dragon roar and a phoenix chant.

Finally, the complete treasure light appeared on the page, and there was a treasure light passed down from generation to generation, which meant that anyone who was Hanlin could learn and use this war poem.

Everyone was puzzled, because this poem should have been written under the sunshine in the morning, and the woman was training with swords and guns on the parade ground. It was just training, not fighting, and there was no intention of killing, and it didn't look like a defensive war poem.

Everyone's thoughts flashed, and they saw the paper burning.

The paper carrying this poem turned into a small firebird, which looked very much like the legendary phoenix.

The phoenix looked up, cried to the sky, and then exploded with a bang, forming a ring of red light that swept across the parade ground, affecting everyone.

Many people instinctively retreated or blocked with their arms, but then a strange scene appeared on the parade ground.

Every woman present emitted a very faint red light, and there was a small phoenix mark faintly on her neck.

"What's going on..."

"The sword and shield seem to have become lighter, no, my strength has increased."

"I was very tired just now, but now I seem to have endless strength."

These women felt the power of war poems for the first time.

Fang Yun and the four private soldiers of the Jinshi looked at each other in bewilderment, because there was no red light on the five men, and they were not affected by this new war poem at all.

"Can this war poem only strengthen women?" A Jinshi asked softly.

Yang Xunlou suddenly said: "I understand, the so-called 'first light of dawn' is not the morning sun, but Fang Xusheng brought light to the Women's Society. The power of this war poem is close to the battle poem, not to attack and kill, but to encourage, to strengthen our women's bodies, so that our strength can catch up with men!"

"Oh my God, this is the first war poem written for women by the human race!" A woman shouted.

"Since there has never been one, then Fang Xusheng has created another war poem and achieved two poetry ancestors?"

"No, this war poem does not have the treasure of the ancestor of poetry, and it should still be classified as a battle poem."

"In our hearts, Fang Xusheng is the ancestor of women's war poems!"

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