The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1603 The strongest Wentai is born!

Fang Yun was constantly concentrating Wentai with his mind, but he was also fighting and observing the battlefield.

"Where the body is, there is justice! My blood turns into jade, and I will exchange my entire life for the righteousness of heaven and earth!" A loud voice sounded, and Du Ling spit out blood, merging the ancient sword of talent that had been nurtured in Wendan with the righteousness of heaven and earth brought by the blood and red heart, smiling and controlling the sword, killing the monsters and barbarians.

Du Ling was only a Jinshi, and he had not been nurturing the sword for a long time. His strength was far inferior to those old Hanlin, so he did not choose to kill the powerful monster king and barbarian king, but controlled the ancient sword of talent to kill those monster lords and barbarian lords.

The ancient sword was just sharpened, and killing the monster lords and barbarian lords with the righteousness of heaven and earth was like killing chickens and dogs. In just a moment, eleven of them were killed.

At the last moment, Du Ling's ancient sword flew to the side of a barbarian king, and suddenly exploded, catching the barbarian king off guard.

Then, the True Dragon Ancient Sword attacked and killed the Barbarian King.

Du Ling turned his head with a smile on his face, his eyes passed through the chaotic battlefield and fell on Fang Yun's face.

Fang Yun saw that Du Ling's body slowly turned into a faint light from bottom to top and dissipated.

Du Ling smiled and opened his mouth to say something, but the battlefield was roaring, and the two sides were dozens of feet apart, so Fang Yun couldn't hear what he was saying at all. However, Fang Yun understood lip language.

"Not only do I not want the monsters to see my tears, I also want to kill them all with a smile! I tried my best. Please remember the agreement and tell Fang Xusheng to ask him to write a war poem that can enhance the blood and loyalty, just to make the glory of our gray robes more brilliant!"

After Du Ling finished speaking, his body turned into light and dissipated, and the gray robe fell to the ground, and no one reached out to catch it.

The other four gray robes with Du Ling had sacrificed their lives and died in battle before.

Fang Yun instinctively reached out to grab Du Ling's gray robe, but the distance was too far.

The imitation sword of the True Dragon Ancient Sword swept past, rolled up Du Ling's gray robe, and flew in front of Fang Yun.

Like other gray robes, Fang Yun carefully folded Du Ling's gray robe and put it into the swallowing seashell, then calmly looked at the endless monsters in front of him with a faint smile.

In the Wen Palace, Fang Yun's divine consciousness had tried all seventeen kinds of literary platforms, and there were only seventeen literary platforms that could enhance poetry.

All failed.

Fang Yun's divine consciousness sat in the Wen Palace, the blood in his eyes gradually faded, and his eyes became clear.

"Since the seventeen roads have come to an end, I will open up the eighteenth road! Mountains block, open mountains! Sea blocks, divide the sea! Du Ling, I will kill all the monsters in front of me with your smile!"

Fang Yun's divine consciousness slowly stood up, and endless orange light emerged from his whole body, like fire and flames, spraying in all directions. Every ray of light was full of all the poems and articles that Fang Yun had learned and written over the years.

At the same time, all the stars on the dome of the Wen Palace dropped starlight, including the fragment of the Wenqu Star in the middle!

The talent rushed up against the trend, and the stars in the Wen Palace poured down from above. The two forces collided, forming a terrifying shock wave, which even passed through Fang Yun's Wen Palace and flew out of Fang Yun's body.

All the scholars and monsters who could mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth on the battlefield looked at Fang Yun instinctively, because they all felt that Fang Yun's position seemed to be the center of the vitality of heaven and earth in Liangjie Mountain. With him as the center, a ring of power instantly spread in all directions.

This power is not strong, but if the vitality of heaven and earth is compared to the strings of a harp, then this power is the fingers that pluck the strings.

The heaven and earth are the harp, the vitality is the string, and Fang Yun plays it.

A vast and boundless aura emanated from Fang Yun, as if it blocked the rising sun of the human race and suppressed the blood moon of the demon race. All the demons were horrified, and even the emperor of the three-headed ancestor god clan who was far behind showed a vigilant look. The peak demon kings who were preparing to charge did not know what had happened and dared not move.

The sound of breaking silk and brocade resounded throughout the Liangjie Mountain, as if an invisible giant hand was tearing the world apart.

A brand new literary platform appeared in the sky above Fang Yun's head. This literary platform, like most literary platforms, was green in color, about ten feet high, and was a trapezoidal platform that was wide at the bottom and narrow at the top.

On the front of this literary platform, two words were engraved in oracle bone script.

Xuehai.

Xuehai Wentai!

Above the Wentai, there was a miniature ocean, and in the ocean, countless Wenxin fish were wandering.

On the side of Xuehai Wentai, there was Wanmin Wentai.

Fang Yun glanced at the people in front of him, like an emperor high above, with an elusive smile, holding the great Confucian literary treasure Kaitian Pen, and writing a war poem on the holy page.

The ink girl held the pen, the inkstone turtle offered the pool, the pen was heavy and the ink was thick, the words were straight and the paper was golden, everyone's eyes were attracted by Fang Yun's writing, as if Fang Yun's paper and pen could breed spiritual things between heaven and earth.

At the top of the holy page, Fang Yun wrote a poem he wrote for the defense of the juren in the past, "Ode to the Qin People".

The north wind blows through the Qin Dynasty Pass,

The iron armor reflects the snow and the night is colder.

Swallowing the six kingdoms alive to build achievements,

Lying in the northern border to defend the mountains and rivers!

This is a war poem praising the people of the human race.

The poem was completed in one breath, but Fang Yun did not stop writing, and continued to write the second jinshi defense war poem "Yumen Pass".

The Yellow River is far away between the white clouds,

There is a lonely city and a mountain,

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows,

The spring breeze does not pass the Yumen Pass.

Fang Yun also finished the poem in one breath, and continued to write, a war poem of the Imperial Academy, "Defeating Loulan".

The long clouds of Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains,

The lonely city looks at Yumen Pass from afar.

The yellow sand wears out the golden armor after a hundred battles,

I will never return until I defeat Loulan!

Fang Yun is now a university scholar, so at the bottom of the holy page, he wrote the fourth university scholar war poem, "Ode to Li Guang".

The bright moon of Qin and the pass of Han,

The people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.

But the flying generals of Dragon City are here,

Don't teach Huma to cross the Yin Mountains.

Original Baoguang.

The first treasure light.

The precious light of calligraphy, the precious light of the ink girl, the precious light of the inkstone, the precious light of the sacred page, the precious light of the literary pen...

And, the handed down treasure light!

This ancient poem, known as the first of the Seven Wonders in ancient China, appears on the holy page.

However, Baoguang's appearance did not end there.

Lian Shi Baoguang appeared, and it was on the fourth floor as soon as it appeared!

Only when the text position of each poem is in a progressive relationship, and one text is higher than the other, can the four-fold connected poem Baoguang appear.

The rareness of the four-layered continuous poem treasure light is the same as that of the handed down treasure light, and all the nearby human races were dumbfounded.

Ci Jun's face turned red with excitement, and he couldn't help shouting: "I never thought that I could actually see the handed down treasure light and the four-fold connected poem treasure light appear together! Unprecedented, unprecedented! Zhang Longxiang is definitely the first person in history. "

Wei Huangan blinked his eyes and said: "I thought I was a genius. I had never met an opponent in the Blood Mang Ancient Land, but I was severely beaten by Fang Xusheng. Now, there is another great scholar in the literary world! I want to die. !”

Even Chen Ben, the world-defending scholar sitting at the top of the city, couldn't help but murmur to himself: "This poem will sweep across the world and sweep away all eternity!"

But Shijun whispered: "If what I expected is true, there will be a new treasure light."

"Impossible, the treasure light is gone. If there is another treasure light, I..." Ci Jun's voice stopped suddenly, and then he looked at the holy page in front of Fang Yun with wide eyes.

The last layer of precious light covers the holy page.

No one has heard of this kind of precious light, and it was the first time in the history of the human race that it appeared. However, after seeing it, the name of this kind of precious light automatically appeared in everyone's mind.

Same rhyme as Baoguang!

Everyone suddenly realized that these four poems all rhymed with Hanshan rhyme!

Some scholars were so excited that they trembled all over. They did not expect to see the birth of a brand new precious light of the human race here.

"Death without regrets..."

Some readers who love poetry burst into tears.

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