The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

A new round of fighting began. One hundred thousand monsters surrounded the castle. A large number of plague zombies rushed over, trying to climb the city wall using their bodies as ladders.

However, the human Jinshi are rich in experience. Not only did they summon a large number of vitality soldiers to defend under the city wall, but the city walls were also covered with densely packed vitality soldiers who kept shooting.

The Mohist castle is not only a building, but also has many mechanisms inside. Frequent monsters break through the defense line of Yuanqi soldiers and climb onto the city wall. A hole immediately appears in the city wall, and multiple spears suddenly poke out to pierce it, and then quickly shrink back. Back.

A large number of machine spears went in and out of the wall, causing countless casualties to the demon barbarians.

With the castle, the pressure on the human race's scholars has been greatly reduced, and some people even started discussions between paper talks.

"Who has a good idea? No matter how fast your talent is restored, it can't be as much as it is consumed."

"There is no other way but to release the star power at the end, or kill all the monsters."

"This is 6 to 700,000 demon barbarians! It means there are still 6 to 700,000 plague corpse soldiers, and we can't kill them all! You see, the sun's fire in the sky is getting smaller and smaller."

Just as the man said this, Zhang Zhixing sighed softly, pointed downwards, and a huge fireball hit the demon.

However, those monsters were well prepared. Thousands of monsters joined forces to attack, using a large amount of magic to blast the sun's fire into pieces.

The broken flames fell, only burning to death more than two thousand monsters.

"Damn it! Including the demons and barbarians we killed before, it's equal to my three hundred Jinshi fighting against a million demons and barbarians! If you have infinite talent, you won't be afraid even if it's ten million, but our talents are limited, how can we be the opponent of millions of demons and barbarians? !”

He Ludong said helplessly: "When I was in the Two Realms Mountains, I didn't care whether it was a demon soldier or a demon general, or even a demon commander. But now I have to be exhausted by these beasts and die. I really can't bear to do it."

"It would be great if there was a great Confucian here. Using small words and great meanings in conjunction with the 'Returning Poems' will definitely allow us to have a surge of talent and quickly recover part of it."

"Returning Qi poetry is one of the most difficult poems for human beings to write. Only a few bachelors or Jinshi can write it. The only one that is truly handed down from generation to generation can only be used by a bachelor at least."

"Don't be delusional. Although poems about returning to one's breath can restore a certain amount of talent to us, don't forget that poems about returning to one's breath are far more difficult to write than poems about killing enemies. Poems about killing enemies only need to write about battle scenes or weapons, even for a scholar. It can be written. But the poems about returning to Qi are different. What kind of scenery can bring back the talent? It is necessary to go through the appearance and reach the inner part to form insights and principles before writing the poems about Qi."

"Indeed. It can even be said that the poem of return to breath actually involves the power of the Holy Path. At least it can only be written by those who are about to touch the edge of the Holy Path."

"Sigh. I'm just a Jinshi. How can I write such poems? It's better not to have any illusions."

"Yes, when that kind of poetry comes out, it must have the sound of the holy way. How could a Jinshi..." Qiao Juze suddenly shut up and instinctively turned his head to look at Fang Yun.

The others looked at Fang Yun.

Qiao Juze continued: "We really have a monster-like genius here. He was not even an official, but he triggered the Voice of the Holy Way!"

"Fang Xusheng, can you think of a way to compose a 'returning poem' on the spot?" said a newly promoted Jinshi.

"Hahahaha..." Lei Li laughed loudly not far away, "You poor human slaves, how do you say this? A saying I hate very much, yes, it is to seek medical treatment in a hurry. Even this saint We all know that it is difficult to write a poem of return to breath, but you are delusional, which makes me laugh out loud. Don't worry, I will give you time and luck, you can slowly consider the poem of return to breath. Anyway, the castle is so small, and you can participate in the attack at the same time. The monsters are limited, don’t worry! Hahaha..."

The Plague Lord's ridicule made all the Jinshi's faces dim.

"This bastard Lord of the Plague, if I don't die in the future and have the strength to face him, I will definitely pull out all his teeth!"

"Well, what he said is actually true. Fang Xusheng is very talented. It is not uncommon to write various war poems and courage-refining poems. But Qi-returning poems are different. Qi-returning poems do not focus on emotion, but more on interest and principle. , Fang Xusheng is still young after all, and even if the voice of the holy way occasionally appears, it is impossible to write a poem of recovery that contains great principles."

Hearing that others did not believe in Fang Yun, the Jingguo Jinshi who had always defended Fang Yun did not speak. Both Zhang Zhixing and Qiao Juze remained silent.

Because what they said makes sense. War poems are external forces, while Huiqi poems involve talents in the literary palace. It is not enough to be poetic and picturesque, but also to contain real truth.

Fang Yun fought normally at first, but after hearing everyone's words and summoning a large number of ice cavalry, he returned to the center seat and sat down.

As time passed slowly, demons and barbarians from all over the place arrived one after another, and an army of 600,000 people surrounded the Mohist castle.

But the Mohist castle is too small, and the demons and barbarians that can attack at the same time cannot even reach ten thousand, and the demons and barbarians behind them can only wait.

That Lei Li showed no signs of anxiety and was extremely patient.

Time passed by, and as their talents became less and less, many Jinshi felt despair, but they still gritted their teeth and fought.

Suddenly, a Qingguo man whispered: "Fang Xusheng has not participated in the war for a long time, only the fog butterfly has always been there."

"Eh? I just remembered, how could it be like this? Why is he sitting in the center seat all the time?"

"Fang Zhenguo will never be greedy for life, but...could it be that he has lost his fighting spirit?"

"No way, what he just said was sonorous and powerful."

"No way."

"But why has he never joined the war?"

"That's all, maybe he is tired and continues to fight."

"Alas, most people's talents will be exhausted in a quarter of an hour at most. However, I will not be discouraged. Even if my talents are exhausted, I dare to fight the monsters with bare hands!"

"Fang Xusheng may be thinking about how to win."

"It's possible."

Some Jinshi believed that Fang Yun was not lazy, but some Jinshi looked at Fang Yun and showed disappointment. No one thought that the dignified Xusheng would have problems at such a critical moment.

If Fang Yun was not a Xusheng and wrote many poems, these Jinshi would definitely give him an evaluation of "unworthy of great use".

However, Fang Yun's status was too high and he had made great contributions to the battle before. Everyone just sighed in their hearts, and no one openly accused Fang Yun.

Even Ji Zhibai just shook his head lightly and continued to fight.

"I don't have much talent left, less than half an inch." Ma Zhaoming looked back helplessly at the people who were thinking seriously. Most of those people just sat there to recover their talents.

"I don't have much left."

"Before you die, you can't keep the star power! Let me do it." Sun Renbing said, using his star power, summoning the will of Sun Tzu, changing the surrounding environment, turning the ground outside the city into a swamp, and making the Mohist fortress more solid.

Then, the other star-level Jinshi released their star power one after another.

The star power of everyone is very strong, and they can kill thousands or even tens of thousands of monsters at a time.

However, there are only a few people who have star power.

Yan Yukong sighed deeply. He was once the first juren, with extraordinary talent, but now he is only a newly promoted Jinshi. No matter how good his talent is, his talent is only a little bit. No matter how good his talent is, he is not proficient in the Jinshi war poems. No matter how good his talent is, his verbal battles are just beginning.

"Everyone, I'll go first." Yan Yukong said in a low voice, took out a big knife from the Hanhu shell, and was about to jump down and die with the monsters.

Zong Wude beside him withdrew his hand and grabbed Yan Yukong's sleeve, saying: "You can't do that."

Yan Yukong smiled slightly: "It's just a death, what's wrong with that?"

"Huh? Why is Fang Xusheng sitting here writing poems?"

I don't know who said that, Yan Yukong hurriedly looked at Fang Yun.