The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1564: Goose Pen Exchange

Dong... Dong... Dong...

The war drums on the top of Liangjie Mountain sounded, and the desolate and long drum sounds were like flames, making the blood of every soldier boil.

An old man in a purple robe stood in the sky, holding a golden brush. Apart from the golden light, the brush was very ordinary, except for the top, where there was a translucent white goose flapping its wings and singing loudly, as if it wanted to use its mouth to catch those monsters.

The spiritual objects formed by powerful literary treasures are generally fierce creatures such as dragons and tigers, but the spiritual object formed by this literary treasure pen is a goose. It seems a bit ridiculous, but Fang Yun was overjoyed when he looked at this pen. He didn't expect to see a semi-saint literary treasure as soon as he went up Liangjie Mountain.

One of the three holy pens of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi, the goose pen exchange.

Wang Xizhi loved geese very much. He once saw a group of beautiful geese in Kuaiji and wanted to buy them from their owner. The owner of the goose was an old scholar. Seeing that it was Wang Xizhi, he did not want money, but only asked Wang Xizhi to write the "Book of Changes" in person in exchange for the goose. Wang Xizhi agreed, and left the book to become a good story of exchanging the goose.

As soon as the pen for exchanging the goose appeared, it only emitted a golden light that illuminated a range of ten feet. At the moment when the purple-robed old man raised the pen to the top, the white goose flapped its wings. Fang Yun seemed to see that the white wings covered thirty thousand miles, and the sky and the earth became dark, suffocating.

Then, the pen for exchanging the goose fell, and Fang Yun's heart tightened, and he instinctively felt a crisis, because at this moment, the pen for exchanging the goose was like a ten-thousand-foot-high mountain falling from the sky. If it fell into the ground, the ground would crack, and if it fell into the sea, the sea would be empty. If this pen fell on Liangjie Mountain, the entire Liangjie Mountain would collapse.

The pen fell on the holy page, and thousands of stars shone.

The purple-robed scholar was surrounded by thick starlight, like the master of heaven and earth.

This pen for exchanging the goose seemed to absorb the starlight of all worlds and turn it into a poem.

The pen tip touched the paper, and the war poem was completed in an instant, and the precious light flashed continuously.

The poem for going to war is "Changwu".

The king ordered the ministers,

Nan Zhong's great ancestor, the master's father.

Reorganize my six divisions to improve my military,

Be respectful and cautious, benefit this southern country...

The holy page burned, and the sky suddenly spread out a translucent battlefield of 100,000 miles. An emperor led hundreds of millions of soldiers and personally led the expedition.

The 100,000-mile battlefield exploded and turned into countless brilliant stars, like rain, all over the Liangjie Mountain City Wall.

There were 70,000 people fighting in one section of the Liangjie Mountain City Wall, and 140,000 people preparing for battle. There were 50 sections in total, with a total number of more than 10 million people. However, in an instant, everyone gained the power of the poem for going to war, and everyone's body instantly became bigger, their bones strengthened, their muscles bulged, their hidden diseases disappeared, and their strength increased.

Fang Yun felt that the university scholar's clothes on his body were almost torn, and he clenched his fist lightly, feeling that there was infinite power flowing in his body. If the demon marquis did not use the power of blood and qi, he could tear countless demon marquises apart with his hands.

The soldiers in the literary world looked at themselves and the people around them excitedly. The effect of the expeditionary encouragement in the literary world was completely different from that here.

At least the body of a boy can be compared with the monster people, and the body of a scholar can be compared with the monster soldiers, but now every soldier feels that he can fight against the monster soldiers without losing.

Fang Yun smiled and looked at the surprised soldiers in the literary world. Without this kind of power, ordinary soldiers of the human race could not fight against the monsters at all, not to mention that this was only written by a great scholar. If it was written by a semi-saint himself, ordinary soldiers could even be comparable to monster generals without blood and qi.

Feeling the power in their bodies, everyone on the city wall was full of confidence.

The war poem was coming, which was far more powerful than any words of encouragement.

The armies on the top of the city began to form their battle formations, most of which were very similar. All the soldiers were thirty feet away from the north wall. At that time, this place would be filled with soldiers and generals of war poems.

The soldiers at the front all held shields in one hand and swords in the other, and behind them were soldiers holding spears.

Further back, there were all archers. These archers were equipped with swords. There were a large number of long spears, swords and axes placed at the back of the team. Once the monsters approached, these archers would quickly change their weapons.

Fang Yun took a last look at the monsters charging outside the city, turned away from the north wall, stepped on Pingbu Qingyun, and flew to the back of the army.

"Arrange the formation!" Fang Yun ordered while flying.

The formation of the Zhujiang Army was no different from that of other armies at the beginning. The soldiers in the front were thirty feet away from the north wall, followed by melee soldiers, and then archers.

However, unlike the neatly arranged archers of other armies, the archers of the Zhujiang Army were divided into two armies, with a certain angle between the two armies, forming a nearly "V" shape.

The soldiers of the nearby armies looked at them in surprise, then shook their heads slightly, no longer caring about the Zhujiang Army, and many generals of the Qishan Army couldn't help but sneer.

Gou Bao, Marquis of Qishan, was about to start mocking, but remembering that it was wartime, he honestly shut his mouth and smiled contemptuously.

A general of the Qishan Army whispered: "I heard that Zhang Longxiang was studying the formation in Zhucheng, and he had been practicing in the parade ground of Liangjie Mountain a few days ago. I thought he was just studying, but who would have thought that he would dare to use it in Liangjie Mountain. Look at the eyes of those generals from the ancient land and Shengyuan Continent, it's like watching a monkey show."

Gou Bao chuckled and said: "He is much stupider than you see. You see, among the 70,000 troops, only 40,000 are archers. Even the Wudang Flying Army, which mainly uses bows and crossbows, has only 50,000 archers, but his Zhujiang Army has 60,000 archers among the 70,000. Look at those archers, many of them are just novices who have been training for one or two months. Fortunately, there is a blessing of the valiant poem, which can cover up the shortcomings of the archers' skills, otherwise, it will definitely become a laughing stock."

"It doesn't matter if he becomes a laughing stock in the world, the key is not to implicate us. There are 60,000 archers in the 70,000-man army. If the monsters rush into the camp, the whole army will be annihilated and unable to fight back. Many years ago, various armies tried this extreme method, but the bloody facts tell us that any army with an imbalanced proportion will become a breakthrough for the monsters and then be destroyed!"

"I think the Pearl River Army can't hold out for three days!"

"Three days? You think too highly of Zhang Longxiang. I think it will take at most one and a half days!"

Fang Yun calmly watched the monsters in the north of the city approaching quickly.

After the 60,000 archers arranged their formation, the crossbowmen in the front were just preparing, while the archers in the back had already started to draw their bows.

The scholars and officers were evenly scattered everywhere. When the archers drew their bows, they began to talk about war on paper and write their own poems about strong bows.

After a few breaths, all kinds of lights flashed on the city wall. Those lights fell on the archers, and then the crossbows and arrows they touched also had a very faint light.

Each crossbow brigade was led by a scholar, and each scholar used the tongue to issue orders. They accurately controlled the range of the tongue, did not interfere with each other, and let every soldier hear clear orders.

"Take the arrows!"

"Draw the bow!"

"Raise the bow!"

Then, the scholars in charge of measurement in each army held the Lu Ban ruler, cooperated with a dozen good archers to shoot and measure the distance, announced the distance and shooting angle, and the officers of each army conveyed it.

"Test shooting!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The long arrows flew into the sky. Under the power of various war poems such as the strong bow poem, these long arrows seemed to ignore the air. After flying to the highest point, they began to fall down at a faster speed with the power of the war poem.

Most of the long arrows fell five miles away! .