The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1935 "North Wind"

Under the ridicule of the demon kings, Fang Yun picked up the pen to write the second poem, also with a holy page and a drop of holy blood.

"Fang Xusheng really thinks highly of us. If the poems given to us all use holy pages and holy blood, even if we lose, it is not a loss."

"I want to see how he can stop eleven of us alone!"

Half of the demon kings were really laughing at Fang Yun, and the other half of the demon kings were staring at Fang Yun cautiously while laughing.

"I was surprised that the quilt and pillow were cold, and I saw the sky was bright again. I knew the snow was heavy in the night, and I heard the sound of bamboo breaking from time to time."

Hu Li looked at Fang Yun blankly, not understanding Fang Yun's intention at all. This poem was also not a war poem, and it did not have any strong attack power. It was just writing about a very common thing in winter: the weather was too cold and people woke up from the cold. When they looked outside, they could hear the sound of heavy snow breaking bamboo branches and leaves, and then they knew that it had snowed heavily at night.

Hu Li admitted that this poem was very well written, especially the last sentence "Sometimes I hear the sound of bamboo breaking", which is the highlight of the whole poem. It describes how heavy the snow was yesterday from an extremely rare perspective. With the heavy snow, it seems that everything happened in front of him.

However, Hu Li couldn't understand why Fang Yunfang didn't write a good war poem, but instead wasted the holy page and holy blood to write this kind of poem.

After the poem was completed, it turned from virtual to real.

A large amount of heaven and earth vitality surged, and those snowflakes were originally the size of a palm, but now they are the size of two palms, and the weight has increased. When they fall into the hand, they are like a large piece of iron.

Bang bang bang...

Pieces of snow fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. Soon, the bodies of the ice demon kings were covered with large snowflakes.

Many demon kings thought that the new poem would be very strong, but they soon laughed.

"Good poem! Good poem!" Zhenhai Dragon King pretended to be a scholar and said, "In terms of details, this poem is better than the previous one. I am also well-read, but I don't understand why Fang Xusheng wants to use heavy snow to smash us to death!"

The demon kings laughed. These snowflakes are indeed very heavy, but these demon kings have blood and qi all over their bodies, so all the snowflakes will be pushed away and cannot threaten them at all.

"You don't understand Fang Xusheng's painstaking efforts. Now the snow is a bit heavy and heavy. I'm afraid he wants to build a Great Wall of Ice and Snow to stop us."

"I have to say that the human race is indeed a wise race. How could we foolish monsters think of such a clever method!"

"This poem is good. I will have someone write it down and frame it when we return to the monster world."

"This is only the second poem. There are still the third and fourth poems."

Many monster kings continued to walk and look at Fang Yun. Now, more monster kings became relaxed. Only the Zhenhai Dragon King and the two monster kings of the ancestral gods were still worried and stared at Fang Yun to prevent Fang Yun from attacking.

Fang Yun turned a deaf ear to the monster king's ridicule and continued to write the third poem, which also had holy pages and holy blood.

When he picked up the pen and wrote the first sentence, he shocked the monster kings.

"Zhulong lives in the cold gate, and his light shines like the dawn."

Zhulong is an ancient evil creature with a human face and a snake body, and its body is a thousand miles long. This sentence means that all dragons live in the cold gate in the north. His eyes are like the sun and the moon. When he opens his eyes, the earth is bright, and when he closes his eyes, the world enters the night.

Afterwards, all the demon kings shut up and waited quietly for Fang Yun to write.

"Why can't the sun and moon shine as brightly as this? Only the north wind howls in anger from the sky.

The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as a mat, blowing down the Xuanyuan Terrace piece by piece.

A woman in Youzhou misses her husband in December, stops singing and laughing, and her eyebrows are broken.

Leaning against the door and looking at the passers-by, thinking of you in the bitter cold of the Great Wall, it is really pitiful.

When we left, I took the sword to save the border, leaving this tiger-patterned golden quiver.

There is a pair of white feather arrows in it, spiders weave webs and produce dust.

The arrows are empty, but the people are dead in the battle and will never come back.

I can't bear to see this thing, so I burned it to ashes.

The Yellow River can still be blocked with soil, but the hatred of the north wind, rain and snow is hard to cut."

The poem was completed, absorbing a large amount of heaven and earth energy. The poem page has been floating in the air and has not been burned immediately, because too much heaven and earth energy is needed.

No demon king laughed at this poem because it was not a war poem, because even if it was not a war poem, it was still a rare good poem.

This poem first wrote that the eyes of the candle dragon were like the sun and the moon, but then it wrote that the candle dragon could not shine on the northern border, and only the violent north wind came from the sky. The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as bamboo mats, falling one after another on Xuanyuan Terrace.

The first part is an exaggerated description of how cold the north is and how big the snowflakes are. Then it begins to describe a woman who misses her husband who went to the Great Wall to guard the border. Finally, she learns that her husband died in the battle and burns his belongings into ashes.

Finally, it sighs that no matter how wide and deep the Yellow River is, it can be filled up slowly with soil, but the sorrow and hatred of life and death are like the wind and snow in the north, boundless and endless.

Hearing that the beginning of this poem starts with Zhulong, the demon king who is particularly knowledgeable about poetry feels bad. After hearing "the snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as a mat", he realizes that this poem will be extraordinary.

After absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, this third poem turns virtual into reality.

The wind and snow between heaven and earth become bigger again.

The wind, like the roar of a resentful woman, affects the mind.

The snow suddenly becomes bigger, and each piece is as big as a mat and as heavy as a millstone.

The snowflakes before were just falling, but now they can only be described as smashing down.

The icemen not far away were all stunned. The sky was full of snowflakes as big as mats, which kept falling down like stones. Each snowflake spread on the ground could allow two people to lie side by side.

The sky above Motian Cliff was completely violent. The power of "North Wind" pushed the wind here to the limit and the cold to the limit. As for the huge snowflakes like falling rocks, they kept smashing down from the sky, which was spectacular.

Fang Yun himself watched this strange scene for a long time.

The demon kings were hit by huge snowflakes one after another. They knew that their power could not naturally push away the snowflakes, so they had to release more blood and qi or dragon power to resist such huge snowflakes.

The continuous huge snowflakes fell down, just like the human race being hit by continuous flies. It didn't hurt, but it was irritating.

"Fang Yun! Is this the only method you can use?" A demon king couldn't help but ridicule angrily.

"What's the point of giving us three poems?"

"Write the fourth one immediately. After you finish writing it, it will be your death!"

"No matter how many poems of this level there are, they can't stop us from killing you!"

"Everyone, we will be close to Fang Yun soon. Let's work together to break the shield of Wu Hou's car and kill him!"

Some demon kings were really angry, but there were a few scattered demon kings who were a little uneasy. They didn't think Fang Yun would be so stupid, so they sent messages in secret.

"Zhenhai Dragon King, I feel the situation is not good, otherwise we should use the strongest attack in advance and end it as soon as possible."

"I think we need to wait. Zhenhai Dragon King can naturally recover his strength immediately by using the Heaven and Earth Dragon Transformation Technique, but we can't. Once we attack with all our strength, our bodies will not be able to bear it. Let's wait a little longer, we can't fail at the last moment."

"This third poem is very strange. It is obviously not a war poem, and it can basically not hurt us. Why does he dare to use the name of Zhulong? Once used, will it cause an accident?"

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