The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"It is very likely!" Kong Delun said.

"Brother Delun! There are still twelve breaths." Fang Yun's voice suddenly sounded, and Kong Delun immediately shut up and prepared to write poems.

Under Fang Yun's command, the process of climbing the mountain was very smooth, and the climbing speed was much faster than those monsters.

This was at the cost of consuming talent, and because each poem had a first treasure light at the beginning, the power of the poem was doubled.

Time passed by every second.

Thick snow rushed down the hillside madly, but various poetic powers continued to appear, opening up roads and separating snow waves, allowing the human race to continue to climb up.

After reaching the halfway point of the mountain, the atmosphere of the team changed significantly, and everyone was no longer talking and laughing like before.

After Ma Xiong wrote six poems in succession, he finally couldn't continue. After being called by Fang Yun again, he said: "I want to repeat the first poem." As he said, he wrote the poem "Ode to Pine", but this time there was no first treasure light, and the power was only half of the original.

A large number of pine trees appeared, forming a "Jie" shape, pushing away the snow waves. However, as soon as these light and shadow pine trees appeared, they made a slight cracking sound, as if they could not withstand the power of the avalanche.

Strands of cold air fell on everyone through the light and shadow pine trees.

Almost everyone's face changed.

No one can guarantee to write new poems continuously.

Ma Xiong's first repeated use of poetry was like a long alarm bell, awakening everyone.

Fang Yun said: "Brother Jing'an, it will be your turn in seven breaths. Now we have three difficulties. The first is the problem of repeated poems. The power of poems is halved when they are not the first sound, but the power of avalanches remains unchanged, so you will have to write poems more frequently. Fanming, it will be your turn in eight breaths."

"As for the second difficulty, it is the problem of talent. Now your talents are constantly being consumed. Next, I must calculate the connection between each two poems more accurately to ensure that the power of poems is not wasted by overlapping. Brother Shitang, six breaths later."

"As for the third difficulty, the coldness in the snow can already penetrate the power of poems. Although it is weakened, it will also affect us. Brother Yan, the strongest wave of snow will come in twelve breaths. Are you sure you can resist it with a poem?"

"Yes." Yan Yukong said.

"That's good." Fang Yun nodded.

After listening to Fang Yun's words, everyone realized the most obvious difference between now and before: before, everyone had to change people to write poems after laughing for a while, but now Fang Yun was forced to split into three sections after just saying a few words, which shows how serious the situation is.

"Brother Zhang, the poem will be finished in ten breaths." Fang Yun looked at another person, and then continued, "From now on, everyone must not use the power of literary courage to resist the cold. In case of an accident, you can barely resist for a few breaths and leave time for writing poems..."

Next, Fang Yun directed everyone to continue writing poems while talking about various ways to deal with it.

Even though the situation is critical now, the team is still moving forward in an orderly manner, because the connection between each two poems is very good, and the speed of climbing the mountain has not slowed down.

Except for Fang Yun, everyone's face was frozen blue, the cold penetrated into the bone marrow, and the body was obviously not flexible enough, but they gritted their teeth and moved forward.

Not long after, everyone discovered Fang Yun's abnormality.

"Fang Yun, why do you look normal? We are frozen stiff, and you don't seem to have changed at all!" Li Fanming suddenly asked.

"Sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood." Fang Yun said.

All the top scholars from the ten countries were present, and they immediately remembered Fang Yun's performance in the first corridor.

"Alas... I am not as good as him." Yan Yukong sighed lightly, and then he understood another reason why Fang Yun took over the command. He had already comprehended the power of the cold in the first corridor, so that he would not be disturbed by the cold on the avalanche slope and could better command everyone.

A scholar whispered in shame: "Just now, a poem could withstand for a long time, and I thought Fang Yun's command was useless. Now that we have frequently rotated to resist the avalanche, we have discovered Fang Yun's strength. If it weren't for him, we would not only have a waste of poems overlapping, but also be wiped out if we are not careful."

"The Master said: Only when the year is cold, can we know that pine and cypress are the last to wither. The words of Confucius are most appropriate to praise Fang Yun at this moment." Han Shoulu sighed lightly.

Everyone knew that this was the original words of Confucius in "The Analects of Confucius". Only when it was the coldest time and all the trees withered, could we find that only pine and cypress could persist to the end.

Everyone regretted it. There was no chance to comprehend the power of coldness on this avalanche slope. The power level of the corridor behind was stronger, and the possibility of comprehending was even smaller.

The group walked for another quarter of an hour, and the frequency of rotating poems increased a little.

Fang Yun had not put down the support plate of the board clothes before, but now he put it down, the brush was inserted into the ink, and he held the brush in his right hand.

The ink had frozen, and it would take some talent to break the ice and get the ink.

Fang Yun's action became the second signal representing the urgency of the situation, and the atmosphere in the team became more depressing.

Fang Yun had named the places one by one before, but this time after calling a person's name, he immediately said: "Brother Yuqing, get ready immediately, and the poem will be completed in seven breaths. Brother Wude, get ready, and the strongest snow wave will come in about twelve breaths."

Everyone prepared silently, and the frequency of rotation became faster and faster. Everyone could hardly write new poems, and could only keep repeating one of their own poems. Fang Yun had memorized the time their poems could last.

A new wave of the strongest waves appeared. Looking up, you can see a line of snow waves in front that is obviously slightly higher and is coming quickly with a deafening sound.

Zong Wude took a deep breath and repeated a poem he had written before. As a direct descendant of Zong Sheng, he passed through three mountains and three pavilions when he was elected, and he was awarded a low-grade poem. He wrote quickly and wrote every sentence.

Zong Wude was very confident in himself, and he composed a poem in four breaths according to the plan, with half a breath taking effect, and after another half breath the strongest snow wave would usher in.

However, just as he was writing the last sentence, a chill invaded Zong Wude's body. His hand shook, his pen tip slipped, and he made one wrong stroke and one wrong word.

A poem is ruined.

All the people were stunned, because the strongest wave of snow was about to rush over in one breath, and no one could write a poem in one breath.

Niushan hurriedly stood in front of Fang Yun.

Yan Yukong didn't say a word, and rushed forward with a single step, trying to temporarily block Xuelang with the power of his first level of literary courage. Although he would be killed by the impact of Xuelang, it would be enough to buy some time for those behind him.

Intangible sadness and emotion rose in everyone's heart, and everyone picked up their pens to write.

"well……"

Everyone heard Fang Yun sighing and frowned. Many people thought why they were sighing at this time. Why didn't Fang Yun quickly write poems to save Yan Yukong? Why was Fang Yun so ignorant at the critical moment?

Many people looked at Fang Yun with their peripheral vision while writing, but everyone was stunned, then stopped writing, looked up at Fang Yun in unison, and finally looked at his hand and pen.

Fang Yun's writing brush was writing at a speed far exceeding that of everyone else.

After one breath, four lines of poetry were completed.

"The lonely peaks turned white all night, and the unique fragrance bloomed in the cold weather. The north wind broke through thousands of layers of snow, and brought thousands of plum blossoms to compete for spring."

The poem is completed and the vitality surges.

The strong wind swept across, instantly blowing the snow waves ahead into the sky, turning into flying snow and scattering in all directions. Then densely packed plum trees stretched forward, pushing away the snow waves, and paving a safe climbing path.

Yan Yukong, who originally thought he would die, stood there, then turned around and looked at Fang Yun in surprise.

"One breath becomes a poem?" Yan Yukong asked in disbelief.

Li Fanming replied: "Yes, he wrote a poem in one breath! Only the legendary top-grade calligraphy spirit can achieve it! But before he entered the Holy Market, he was just a scholar! It's not that he went to the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions in Shushan but didn't Did he pass the Third Pavilion? Isn't it just like the top scholars in the past? Where did he get the literary spirit? In terms of Confucius, do any of your Confucius scholars have the highest quality of writing and writing? "

"Don't say it's impossible to get a scholar, you haven't even got it! Except for the semi-sage, I have never heard of anyone who has a high-grade literary mind!" Confucius replied.

"Really? Where did he get the top-grade Wenxin?" Shi Tang thought to himself. He didn't even know the blood of the great sage, so why did he get the top-grade Wenxin again?

"Isn't it obvious? When this guy Fang Yun went to Shushan for the first time, he had already broken the convention that a scholar could only pass three mountains. After passing three mountains and three pavilions, he not only passed, but he also got an unprecedented high-grade literary heart!"

Hua Yuqing suddenly shouted: "I remembered! When Fang Yun wrote 'Iron Horse Ice River Comes to Dream' that day, he was obviously poisoned and it took a long time to write a word, but his writing speed was close to that of ordinary people. It was obvious that This can only be achieved with high-quality writing, fast writing and careful writing!”

"I see, no wonder you were so poisoned that you could still write war poems! Fang Yun, you bastard, it's so hard to hide this from us!" Li Fanming shouted.

"It is unheard of for a scholar to have passed through three mountains and attained a high-grade literary heart. It is so miraculous!"

"If this news gets out, the whole world will be shocked! Tell me! What other big secrets do you hide from us?"

"One breath turns into a poem, it's really an eye-opener. I wish I could slap myself. When he sighed just now, I thought he was hurting the spring and the autumn, but now I understand that he sighed because he didn't want to reveal his true strength!"

"Don't just sit there and tell me what's going on. The only top-grade literary heart among the semi-saints is much more important than your role as a saint or as a scholar!"

"Yes, except for the song "Wind and Rain, Dream of War" and the war song "General's Order", you have never written any war poems in public before. The most you can say is a poem. We didn't notice that you have a high-quality literary mind. !”

Fang Yun just smiled indifferently and said: "Ma Xiong, the poem will be completed in eighteen breaths, and Brother An will prepare it."

Everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pot when they saw Fang Yun, especially the big rabbit, jumping up and down, eager to find out what was going on right away.

Kong Delun suddenly said loudly: "As the deacon of the Holy Court's Punishment Hall, I order that no one will mention this matter from now on. When we leave the Holy Ruins, I will ask the Holy Judge to keep silent!"

"Yes!" Everyone agreed, this kind of news was no joke.

Li Fanming looked around hurriedly and said: "Fortunately, the surrounding area was blocked by big trees, so the monsters and Xun Ye didn't see it, otherwise it would have been dangerous."

"Let's keep walking, but why do I think this avalanche slope has become much safer?" Yan Yukong said with a smile.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh. With luck, this one-breath poem would be a hundred times safer than before!