The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1704 Fang Yun climbs the mountain

On the eighth day of the eighth month, the fifth day of the appointment, the Xuanwu Army camp was miserable and everyone was under a dark cloud.

The Xuanwu Army was one of the strongest armies in the Qing Kingdom. If it were ranked, it would definitely be in the top five. The fact that it was personally led by the Grand Secretary was enough to explain everything.

Decades ago, this army had beaten the Jing Army to flee in panic.

Hundreds of years ago, this army had followed Emperor Qing in his campaigns and had made outstanding achievements.

But now, the entire army was asked to plead guilty. This would not only bring shame to the Xuanwu Army, but would also become a stain on the Qing Kingdom.

"Lord Chai, is there any way we can avoid it?" a general asked in a low voice.

Chai Zhi sighed and said, "Since we have lost, I have nothing to say. I should admit my mistakes, but I don't think the civil and military officials will agree."

"If we delay, as long as we return to Qing, what can he do to us? Lord Chai, what do you think?"

Chai Zhi hesitated a little and said, "Minor matters are fine, but major matters must not be compromised. How can we easily bow our heads to national affairs? I think we should deal with him for a few days. If I am right, Qing Jun will definitely send someone to pick us up. If a great scholar comes, Fang Yun will not dare to do anything to us."

"Yes, Qing Jun will definitely send someone."

"It's a pity that this place is far away from the nearest holy temple, otherwise a letter can solve it."

The rest of the Xuanwu Army said nothing. Some of them tacitly agreed to this method, while others accepted it helplessly.

For the soldiers of the Xuanwu Army, maintaining Qing is the highest goal, and everything else is secondary. As for Jingguo and Xiangzhou, they can't consider it now.

At this time, Fang Yun's voice came from afar.

"Commendants of the Xuanwu Army, the victory has been decided. Who will climb the Qingtian Peak with me to enjoy the autumn scenery together?"

There was silence in the Xuanwu Army.

Everyone in the tent rushed out quickly and looked in the direction of the Qingtian Peak.

On a white cloud, there was a man in a green shirt.

Under the blue sky, the man seemed to be as high as the Qingtian Peak.

"As expected of Fang Xusheng..." Many generals and soldiers praised softly, not expecting that Fang Yun would do this at the last moment.

"Sure enough, there are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames. Mad King Fang Yun, after going crazy with the human race, went crazy with the dragon race, and after going crazy with the dragon race, he started to go crazy with the demon race."

"I didn't expect him to be so stupid. If he goes to the Qingtian Peak, how could the demon kings let him go?"

"What can the demon kings here use to kill him? Who can kill him?" Chai Zhi asked back.

"What Lord Chai said is true. The demons of Qingtian Peak retreated after seeing Fang Xusheng, which means that the two peak demon kings of Qingtian Peak did not want to go to war with Fang Yun, and even gave up killing Fang Yun to win credit. Fang Xusheng is indeed extraordinary, heroic, just like the King of Western Chu who has returned."

"But what does he want to do?"

"He came to Moyao Mountain, obviously not for us, otherwise he would not have killed the demons, it must be for the stability of Xiangzhou border."

"Others knock on the mountain to scare the tiger, but Fang Xusheng actually climbed the mountain to scare the tiger!"

"It's a pity that he is not from Qing country, nor is he a son of Qing people."

There was a sound of regret in the Xuanwu army.

The number of people who said bad things about Fang Yun gradually decreased.

Suddenly, countless demons appeared on Qingtian Peak.

One after another, dark tornadoes appeared out of thin air above Qingtian Peak, with wind and clouds, and terrifying momentum.

All the demons roared together.

The demons danced wildly, and the sky and the earth were dark.

There was chaos in the Xuanwu Army, and a large number of soldiers began to prepare for war, but it took a long time for those people to understand that the roar of the monsters had nothing to do with the Xuanwu Army, but was directed at Fang Yun.

Even so, some Xuanwu Army soldiers trembled in their legs, fearing that billions of monsters would rush down the mountain.

Then, everyone saw Fang Yun actually unfold a literary treasure fan, gently fanning it, and smiling and saying, "This saint ascended to the sky, and the monsters welcomed him respectfully, which is a good thing."

A sincere admiration rose in the hearts of the Xuanwu Army. Even if this person had once suppressed the Qing Kingdom, even if this person took back Xiangzhou, even if this person made the Qing King a laughing stock, even if this person made countless Qing people sleepless, but at this moment, everyone only regarded him as a hero of the human race.

Only the true heroes in history could walk among the monsters, wave the fan and talk and laugh, and regard the roar of billions as welcoming guests.

"The heroes of the two countries, countless green mountains, all bowed before this person." Chai Zhi murmured to himself.

Countless demons roared on the Qingtian Peak. Many demons were full of blood and qi, ready to fight at any time. The demon flags of blood and qi fluttered in the wind, and a faint blood mist began to surround the entire Qingtian Peak.

The mountain was like a Jedi.

Fang Yun stood on the white clouds, holding a white feather fan, and flew calmly to the highest point of Qingtian Peak.

A few days ago, the demon king Lang Nu howled at the highest point of Qingtian Peak, shocking all the demons.

Fang Yun was getting closer and closer to Qingtian Peak, and the demons' cries became louder and louder, but no demon dared to attack.

Fang Yun's heroic figure a few days ago had been firmly imprinted in the minds of those demon kings. With only one-third of his strength and a sword, he could sweep across all the mountains. If it weren't for the demon tribes' escape later, the eight hundred miles around Qingtian Peak would probably be full of dead bodies and demon blood.

Just when Fang Yun was still a mile away from Qingtian Peak, an irritable bear demon king could no longer hold back, and flew into the air with four palms, surrounded by blood-colored armor, and a waterfall of blood and qi behind him flowed backwards, rushing straight towards Fang Yun at a terrifying speed.

Fang Yun just opened his mouth slightly, and the True Dragon Ancient Sword broke through the air like a golden light, with a huge roar, as if carrying a piece of heaven and earth, as if suppressing a world of mountains and rivers, and cut off the head of the bear demon king.

This sword was so fast that the Bear Demon King was killed before he could launch the Saint Phase Attack.

The huge body sprayed blood and rolled down in the air.

"Disrespectful!" Fang Yun said calmly, as if scolding a guilty minister, and continued to move forward.

The death of the Bear Demon King aroused the ferocity of some demon kings, and many demon kings rushed straight to Fang Yun.

However, Fang Yun only relied on the True Dragon Ancient Sword, one sword and one demon king, and continued to move forward without interruption.

When the seventeenth demon king was killed, the rest of the demon kings retreated.

There was no more demon between Fang Yun and the top of the mountain.

The True Dragon Ancient Sword flew back, and under the morning light, the blades on both sides seemed to flash a faint blood color.

After a few breaths, Fang Yun stepped out of the clouds and landed on the top of the Qingtian Peak. He looked around with a smile on his face, like an ordinary tourist enjoying the beautiful scenery.

There were only blue sky and white clouds, and no blue shirt stained with blood.

No one in the Xuanwu Army said a bad word about Fang Yun anymore. Seeing Fang Yun defeat the demons with one sword, everyone felt proud.

Chai Zhi sighed helplessly, thinking that this was the best among men.

Fang Yun looked around and said, "There are mountains, water, stones and trees here, but there is no poetry. It's too monotonous, so I will add a scene."

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he didn't care whether the demon barbarians agreed or not. He looked at a stone wall, opened his mouth slightly, and the real dragon ancient sword flew out. Stone chips flew, and a poem was carved on it in the blink of an eye.