The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Happiness is always short-lived.

After Fang Yun's "The Poem of Fengmei Breaking the Snow" was completed, everyone continued to climb the avalanche slope with doubts about the "superior literary mind".

Because the candidates climbed together and Fang Yun coordinated the plan, the whole group was walking up quickly, much faster than those monsters.

Ordinary mountain climbing was not difficult for these candidates, but the snow around them exuded the chill of comets and monster ancestors, causing them to consume dozens of times more physical strength than normal mountain climbing.

Several candidates with weaker physical strength were already panting, and the fastest breathing occasionally reached the standard "one breath", which was one second for Fang Yun.

This team has surpassed most ordinary saint monsters, and is only behind those monsters whose strength is close to that of the saints.

Some saints have reached the top one after another.

Fang Yun and others were climbing intensively, but suddenly there were roars from above, and the power of blood and qi in the roar acted on the avalanche, causing the snow waves to accelerate.

Fang Yun knew that if the speed of the avalanche increased by 10%, the destructive power would increase by far more than 10%.

The pressure on everyone increased sharply, and the frequency of using poetry increased again.

Fang Yun quickly issued orders while observing the source of the roar, and soon found that it was indeed the demons who were deliberately making trouble.

These demons not only roared deliberately to intensify the avalanche, but also changed the route and pushed the cleared snow to the human route, resulting in more snow on the route directly in front of the human.

Whether the human race changes the route or continues to go straight up, it will consume extra talent.

"Shut up! Don't disturb this lion king's sleep!" A roar came from the sky, but the roar did not affect the avalanche at all.

The roar of the demons stopped soon, but the demons above did not change the route, and still deliberately pushed the snow to the route of Fang Yun and others, and the stone lions did not appear again.

Fang Yun saw that it was necessary for the demons to choose the route and clear the surrounding snow. As for how to choose the route, it was their freedom, so the stone lions didn't care, but roaring was not necessary for climbing, so the stone lions stopped it.

"What should we do?" a scholar said anxiously.

"There is no way, we can only hold on. As long as we keep this speed, we can surpass many monsters and barbarians until we reach the top of the hill! Everyone should be doubly vigilant. Whether we can pass the avalanche slope depends on the last five miles!"

Fang Yun finished speaking and mentioned some precautions.

At the beginning, everyone's poems could last for more than ten breaths, and at most even thirty breaths, but later they could only last for seven or eight breaths. Now, most of the poems can only last for four breaths before being washed away by the avalanche.

For safety, Fang Yun had to let the scholars behind him write poems half a breath in advance, but the consequence was that the talents of the scholars were further consumed.

"How much talent do you have left?"

"I only have two inches and five points left."

"I have two inches and six left."

"I have two inches and four left."

...

After hearing the amount of talent left by everyone, Fang Yun frowned. Now there is only one-fourth of the distance left, and the talents of the scholars are mostly around one-fourth. If nothing unexpected happens, everyone has a great chance of reaching the top, but now the monsters and barbarians are obstructing, the chance has become extremely slim.

Everyone realized why Fang Yun asked about talent, and the team was filled with gloom.

If they continued, everyone might be buried in the avalanche slope!

The confidence that Fang Yun had built up because of his superior literary mind was being disintegrated by the obstruction of the monsters.

As time passed, the human race surpassed the monsters one after another, but the monsters above them still relentlessly pushed the snow onto the route of the human race.

Suddenly, Zong Wude sighed and said, "Why don't we use ice stones to leave? In the second corridor, some demons used ice stones. It takes about ten breaths for the ice stones to work. If we join forces, we can easily stop the avalanche for ten breaths."

"Wouldn't our previous efforts be in vain?"

"That's better than dying here! We represent the best of a generation of scholars. If we die, the human race will be absolutely suppressed by the demons for at least ten years in the future. What's more, there is a high possibility that a semi-saint will appear among us. If we die here, it will not be a matter of being suppressed for ten years, but it is likely to be suppressed for hundreds of years."

"We may not fail!"

"What if we fail? There are many geniuses in the demon race in these generations, and they are definitely better than our human race. If we go back now, even if we are defeated, we will have the power to resist. If we die here, the human race of the same generation may have no power to fight back against them."

The people who advocated advancing and retreating argued, and both sides had reasons and evidence, which was more like a debate.

Yan Yukong suddenly said: "We have handed over the command to Fang Yun. This matter is decided by Fang Yun. No one can question it! Everyone shut up!"

Several scholars looked at Yan Yukong in astonishment, and they admired him even more. He was obviously the recognized first scholar and a disciple of a semi-saint. But he was not only willing to sacrifice his life to save everyone before, but now he is willing to be Fang Yun's green leaf and clear the noise for Fang Yun.

"This is another kind of outstanding person. He does not compete with the sun and the moon, but is like spring breeze and rain." Kong Delun sighed lightly.

Fang Yun pointed at several people in a row, agreed on the time, and then said: "Keep going! I still have a lot of talent, and I will also join in resisting the avalanche. I will come in seventeen breaths."

Many scholars showed reluctance. Fang Yun kept commanding all the way. It seemed that he was just saying a few words, but he had to judge and calculate before speaking, and he needed to grasp various opportunities, but this was nothing. The most important thing was the pressure. As a commander, Fang Yun shouldered the wind and snow and the entire team!

Fang Yun not only consumes more physical energy than others, but also needs to consume more literary courage to ensure his clear thinking.

When the time comes, Fang Yun picks up the pen to write.

"Thin stone and cold plum are neighbors, standing tall and straight in spring. You must know that the quality of snow and frost is not in the prosperous team."

Huge pine trees rise from the ground, pushing away the snow waves, towering tall, far taller than other people's poem pines.

After writing this poem, Fang Yun slowly said: "Twenty breaths later, Brother Tang, please finish the poem."

Fang Yun's tone is very peaceful, but it makes people feel infinite power, as if Fang Yun's poem can withstand avalanches, and Fang Yun's people can support the entire Comet Corridor.

Everyone recognizes the beauty of this poem, chanting pine without mentioning pine, using thin stone and cold plum to set off the quality of pine, at least out of the county, but the situation is urgent, no one comments.

"If I can leave, this literary gathering will definitely become a collection of essays!"

Every scholar had the same idea, and was filled with infinite motivation. Anyone can write a collection of essays, but not everyone can publish it officially. Even the Ten Kingdoms have no jurisdiction over it, and it must be reviewed by the Holy Academy. Generally speaking, a university scholar can only publish a personal collection of essays once in his life.

Although there are many collections of essays from literary gatherings, the conditions for publishing are extremely harsh. They are generally privately printed, and there are very few collections of essays from literary gatherings officially sold in bookstores in the Ten Kingdoms. At the end of the year, each country often sorts out the poems and essays of all the literary gatherings in the country that year, selects good poems and essays, and publishes them in one book.

Although the quality of this "Avalanche Literary Gathering" is not high, the quantity is extremely large, and the location is special, which is the Comet Corridor. It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for more than 30 scholars to climb the third corridor, and there is a great possibility of publishing a collection of essays.

Not long after, it was Fang Yun's turn again, and Fang Yun wrote another poem.

"Standing on the hills in the cold and heat, the four seasons are lush and green. The plain road competes for beauty, and the evergreen is more fragrant."

When the poem was finished, a huge amount of heaven and earth energy surged, forming green pines that towered into the sky, splitting the snow to make a road.

Suddenly, a scream came from the front, and Fang Yun heard it familiar.

This time, the range of the poem pines was very large, not only avoiding the avalanche, but also avoiding the holy bear monster Xiong Cang. Xiong Cang deliberately chose to approach the route above Fang Yun and others, trying to obstruct Fang Yun and others, but his cleverness backfired.

Xiong Cang's body was swept down by the snow waves and could no longer find a foothold to settle down.

"Lord Lion King, the human race wants to kill me! I have been injured by the avalanche and their poems, and I have no ability to climb the third corridor. Please punish them, Lord Lion King!" Xiong Cang roared loudly.

"It's what they deserve!" The stone lion responded cleanly.

Everyone couldn't help laughing. It seemed that the stone lion also hated the monster's behavior.

After the laughter, there was another silence.

Not long after, Zong Wude suddenly said, "Fang Yun, we don't have much talent left."

The people who had advocated continuing to climb the mountain before also shut up at this moment. The talent consumed by the monster's obstruction was far beyond imagination. Even with Fang Yun's participation, it was impossible for everyone to reach the top of the mountain with their current talent.

After walking for so long, everyone could already judge how far they could go next by their talent.

"One more mile." Yan Yukong suddenly whispered.

The team was dead silent.

"I won't retreat until my talent is exhausted!"

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he took over from another scholar and quickly wrote a poem.

"The heavy snow presses down the green pine, and the green pine stands straight. To know the pine's nobleness, wait until the snow melts."

After writing this famous poem by Marshal Chen Yi, Fang Yun sighed in his heart. His talent could not support an extra mile.

But he would never give up until the end!

Fang Yun's literary courage suddenly shook slightly, and the power of literary courage was integrated into this poem.

The poem was completed, the wind and clouds surged, but no pine tree appeared.

"Did it fail?" All the candidates had the same thought.

Boom...

A strange scene appeared. Rows of light and shadow pine trees rose from the ground, broke through the snow, and grew rapidly, forming an inexplicable majestic force that pushed away all the avalanches, creating a road of pine trees that was wider, longer, and stronger than any other poems, as if seven or eight poems by others appeared at the same time.

"No! Look carefully at these pine trees!"

Everyone took a closer look and found that the pine trees formed by Fang Yun's poem were the sum of the pine trees formed by the seven previous poems about pine trees!

"Fang Yun, this poem of yours has revived the power of the pine trees in the previous seven poems! It's amazing!"

"This poem has a simple artistic conception but it points out the aspirations of the pine trees. It is similar to Confucius's sentence 'Only when the year is cold can we know that the pine and cypress wither later'!"

"Look, some snow has melted!"

Everyone was shocked. In this terrain, snow melting into water is dozens of times more terrifying than a simple avalanche.

Everyone looked carefully and suddenly laughed, because all the snow and water were pushed away by countless pine trees, and the monsters who were harming everyone in front or had harmed everyone in the past were being hit by the tsunami-like snow and water.

The shrill screams echoed in the sky above the third corridor.