The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2349: A sword frosts fourteen states!

Scholars from all countries secretly praised in their hearts.

One said "take it all" and the other said "you all take it well". Li Wenying did not hide his contempt for Qingguo, nor did he hide his strong confidence and fighting spirit.

Regardless of victory or defeat, the one who first speaks of fighting is a true hero.

Li Wenying picked up the brush, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote three big characters on the paper.

Ode to Fang Yun.

Then, he picked up the brush and pondered, looking into the distance.

Some people followed Li Wenying's gaze and looked there. It seemed to be the direction of Ning'an City, which was also the most important place among the cities Fang Yun had experienced.

Li Wenying hesitated to write, and the whole audience was silent. No matter how the Qingguo scholars had cheered before, they were silent now, and some even pursed their lips nervously.

Li Wenying stood with a pen in his hand, like a sword piercing the sky as high as a mountain, and no one could stop it.

Ji Anchang had been smiling before, but now he was staring at Li Wenying intently, his face was serious, his eyes were bright, a slight blush appeared on his face, his blood was surging, and his talent was surging.

The general closed his eyes and listened to the guzheng, just because he had no rivals in front of him.

After a few dozen breaths, Li Wenying was reciting and writing at the same time.

The talent rushed into the stars when he wrote, and the momentum of the dragon and the phoenix was hard to stop.

The flowers in the hall intoxicated three thousand guests, and the frost of the sword froze fourteen states.

The drums and horns opened the sky and the air was cold, and the wind and waves shook the sea and mountains in autumn.

Ning An would always be the golden pillar of heaven, who would envy the marquis of the past.

This poem means that when Fang Yun wrote, the talent of poetry and prose soared into the sky, like a dragon rising, like a phoenix flying, the momentum was unstoppable, and the stars were shaken.

Fang Yun is both civil and military. He can chat with everyone at literary gatherings and intoxicate all guests with his poems. Once in battle, his eloquence flashes with cold light, and he can destroy a place as large as fourteen states. His sword is invincible.

Back then, Fang Yun fought against the barbarians. The drums roared, the horns shook the sky, and the killing intent was cold, which could even make the originally warm weather cool down sharply. The momentum of the army swept the world like a gust of wind, blowing the mountains and oceans, as if the entire Shengyuan Continent entered autumn.

Fang Yun successfully defeated the barbarians and made Ning'an stand firm, as if it had become a pillar supporting the world, as solid as a rock, protecting the human race from foreign invasion.

With such a person as a role model, who would envy those frontier officials, princes and generals?

When Li Wenying wrote "The pen falls and the talent rushes to the stars, the dragon and the phoenix soar and the momentum is hard to stop", many scholars nodded gently. No matter what happens after this poem, the momentum of the first two sentences alone is worthy of Li Wenying and Fang Yun.

When writing "The flowers in the hall are drunk with three thousand guests", many scholars' eyes light up. This sentence is exquisite, like a picture that jumps out in front of them, very vivid.

After writing "One sword frosts fourteen states", there were bursts of exclamations at the literary meeting. Almost everyone was affected by the surging murderous aura revealed in this text.

"It's done!" Many Jingguo people made a conclusion in their hearts after hearing this sentence.

Just based on this overwhelming spirit, it is not inferior to Fang Yun's poems.

Then, there was the sound of many tables and chairs creaking and heavy objects falling to the ground.

Even if many people heard it, they didn't look at it directly, but still stared at Li Wenying, just looking at him with their peripheral vision.

At the seat of the Qing Kingdom, a large number of young scholars fell to the ground, trembling all over, shivering in the inexplicable cold.

Ji Anchang, who was drinking tea, held his cup tightly, held his breath, and looked at Li Wenying quietly, looking at the paper written by Li Wenying, after hearing "One sword frosts fourteen states".

When the whole poem was completed, the handed-down treasure light first lit up.

This is a war poem.

Ji Anchang's face suddenly turned pale.

War poems are not divided into levels, but the value of handed-down war poems is often equal to the poems handed down from the world, and this is a war poem handed down from the world by a great scholar, and its value is higher than that of ordinary poems handed down from the world.

What's more, after the handed-down treasure light appeared, a layer of treasure light that had never appeared in the human race appeared.

The talented sun in the sky trembled slightly, and then emitted an extremely brilliant light.

The world was bright.

"That is..." Jiang Hechuan stood up suddenly, looking at Li Wenying, his eyes full of surprise.

Afterwards, countless great scholars and university scholars stood up, and the scholars behind them immediately stood up.

"What happened?"

"Why are the great scholars so shocked?"

"General Zhang, what happened?"

Zhang Poyue stared with wide eyes and muttered to himself: "There are countless poems and lyrics of the ancient sages and saints, and many of them have become war poems and even handed down from generation to generation, such as the war poems of famous generals and monarchs. However, when the ancient sages and saints are alive, if they can bear the praise and become war poems that are passed down through the world, it has never happened in the history of the human race! That legend may come true..."

"What legend?"

For a while, the whole literary gathering was full of people, all asking about the legend.

However, those who knew the legend looked at Li Wenying quietly.

Li Wenying himself also showed a touch of surprise. He didn't expect that his poem could become a war poem handed down from generation to generation.

After watching the layers of precious light on the poem page, Li Wenying's heart moved, and he looked up at the huge talent sun in the sky. Then he waved his pen, and the poem page did not burn, but flew out and flew into the talent sun.

"Jianmei Gong, what is that precious light?" A Jinshi of Jingguo couldn't help but shouted.

Li Wenying looked at the huge talent sun in the sky, and said slowly, firmly and forcefully: "Infinite precious light!"

Many great scholars, university scholars and children of noble families gasped. That legend has come true!

"What is the Talented Sun in the sky?" someone asked again.

Li Wenying suddenly showed a rare brilliant smile and said, "When you great scholars go to the Holy Temple to learn this great scholar's war poem, you will know."

As soon as the voice fell, the Talented Sun wrapped the poem page, rose rapidly into the sky, and flew towards Wenquxing.

Everyone looked up in surprise, and finally saw that the Talented Sun actually entered Wenquxing.

Wenquxing seemed to tremble slightly, and a silver light was emitted, like a meteor across the sky, flashing and disappearing, and no one knew where it flew to.

"My wish is fulfilled!"

Li Wenying suddenly laughed and walked away from the literary meeting, not caring about the next distribution of holy apricots.

At this moment, Jiang Hechuan suddenly walked around the apricot forest and entered the Holy Temple behind, and then slowly walked back, with an unconcealable joy on his face.

Several great scholars rushed over to ask.

"You have learned the great scholar war poem of Jianmei Gong, how is it?"

"How powerful is it?"

"Say something."

Jiang Hechuan shook his head gently and said, "Go to the Holy Temple to learn it yourself."

Some great scholars rolled their eyes at Jiang Hechuan and hurried into the Holy Temple. After a while, these great scholars came back with the same expression as Jiang Hechuan, and their faces showed incredible joy.

The great scholars who did not go hurriedly asked, and their answers were the same as Jiang Hechuan's.

Except for Ji Anchang, the other great scholars could no longer hold back and all entered the Holy Temple. Not long after, all returned.

Except for the great scholar of Qing, who looked a little ugly, the great scholars of other countries all looked happy, even some great scholars who were known for their rigidity were also happy at this moment.

The rest of the scholars wanted to know what happened and hurriedly asked, but these great scholars were still savoring it, and no one answered.

Afterwards, a great scholar of Qing sent a message to Ji Anchang.

Ji Anchang was stunned for a moment, his figure shook, his talent was disordered, and a strand of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Ji Anchang pushed his chair and staggered out of the Academy.

Many people from Jing and Qing looked at Ji Anchang's back and suddenly remembered that Ji Anchang had escaped in this way many years ago.

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