The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The shock on Zong Hou's face did not fade for a long time. After falling back to the sea, he glanced at the Black Mist Assassin with lingering fear. He held his hand to Fang Yunyi and said, "I have something unclear. You have long known about this Lian Shi Assassin's ability. Or he discovered my flaw himself and blasted me into the air."

Fang Yun answered truthfully: "It's his own fighting style."

"Alas... a magical person, a magical poem." Zonghou looked at the assassin Lian Shi with envy on his face.

The Haiwen battlefield dissipated, and Zonghou turned around and left.

Fang Yun looked around and found countless people discussing this poem.

"How long has it been since the Litany of Two Souls appeared? I remember that Cao Cao once wrote it, and by the way, Zong Sheng also wrote it. However, Zong Sheng only wrote the Litany of Two Souls after the Grand Scholar, and the power of that Litany is equivalent to Hanlin's war poems became useless. If he could form a three-soul poem, it might be far more powerful than an ordinary scholar's war poem, but he failed to complete it in the end. "

"Yes, Fang Xusheng is much younger than the Zongsheng at that time."

"This Lien Shi assassin is so terrifying. He is simply the nemesis of our generation of scholars! The demon is good at frontal combat. We have many ways to defend against it, but this assassin is good at sneak attacks and is impossible to defend against."

"However, the most terrifying thing about this Lienshi Assassin is not its sneak attack, but its ability to discover weaknesses. We have all studied war poems from past dynasties, but the second level war poem alone can have such a terrifying fighting method, which is unprecedented."

"This poem is so wonderful. There are two of the four great assassins. If four of them come together, the entire demon world will be shocked."

"The only pity is that it is not a series of poems handed down from generation to generation."

"Lien Shi? There hasn't been one so far. If there is a Lien Shi, the human race will definitely prosper. Ordinary Jinshi and the Demon Commander fight to the death, the victory or defeat is 30-70, but if there is a Lien Shi of Jinshi, the victory or defeat is almost 50-50. The most important thing is that the Three Realms War Poetry is too difficult. There are tens of billions of people in the clan, but there are only a thousand people who can master the three realms of war poetry. However, there are countless people who can master the two realms of war poems. The war poem is stronger, but it’s easier to practice!”

"By then, everyone will be a poetry fanatic!"

"Just wait."

Zhang Poyue said: "It's time for the third person. Hey... have you noticed that the ten people from Qingguo are good at different things. Fang Bo is good at frontal combat, Zong Hou is good at miscellaneous arts, this third person But the person is Zhang Huzhu, a famous painter, who is a master of war paintings. The fourth person is Mo Chuan, a disciple of the Mohist school. Ordinary Mohist scholars and even Hanlin can only control one machine beast. He is good, he has the ability of dual control, which is equivalent to two. Two people fight! The fifth person is..."

Zhang Poyue counted ten people from the Qing Kingdom and found that none of them had the same strengths.

"It seems that Mr. Qing is very careful. If the advantages of ten people are similar, then Fang Xusheng can defeat ten of them as long as he wins one."

"They bothered. They obviously had a good chance of winning, but they still did this."

Literary Minister Jiang Hechuan looked at Fang Yun in the field, then looked in the direction of the King of Qing, and fell into deep thought.

Zhang Huzhu is an old man with a particularly kind face. He is over eighty years old. His beard and hair are all white, but he has a slight hunchback.

"Compared to the others, I am just an old man. I am not good at poetry or scriptures. The only thing I am good at is painting. I hope that Saint Fangxu will not blame this old man for lowering the level of your enemy." Zhang Hu Bamboo's tongue bursts with spring thunder as he walks.

"The old gentleman is too humble." Fang Yun said politely.

Zhang Huzhu said with a smile: "I still regret it. If I had known that your lectures on painting would cause a lot of excitement, I would have gone to Jingguo to listen to the lectures even if I risked my life. You don't know that I had a conversation with Ruan Ling a few days ago. Lao Shacai talked about the excitement that day and how he laughed at me. "

"I remember Master Ruan Ling went there."

Fang Yun nodded and remembered clearly that the day after he completed Lingyan Pavilion, he was teaching painting, calligraphy and other techniques at Jingguo Academy. The Lei family invited Ruan Ling, a member of the Three Realms of Painting and Taoism, to come and create trouble. In the end, Ruan Ling not only Instead of making things difficult for Fang Yun, he devoted himself to learning Fang Yun's new painting techniques.

Afterwards, Ruan Ling claimed that he had repaid the Lei family's kindness and would have nothing to do with the Lei family from now on, which made the Lei family cursed loudly.

Ruan Ling and Zhang Huzhu both painted the three realms of Taoism "vividly on paper". Although Zhang Huzhu was only a Jinshi, he had been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and his war painting alone was more sophisticated than Ruan Ling's.

Fang Yun pondered in his mind, even though Zhang Huzhu was ranked third and his strength seemed to be lower among the ten people, due to the rules of civil war, this person was far more difficult to deal with than many others.

Because Zhang Huzhu chose to use his own war painting Wenzhan at the cost of giving up three treasures.

All the war paintings were made by him before and he can use them at will.

Fang Yun had heard of Zhang Huzhu's name for a long time. This man's battle skills killed ordinary demon kings effortlessly. His most glorious achievement was to block a demon king by himself for an hour, and finally left safely when reinforcements arrived.

Fang Yun felt a headache when he learned that he was among the ten people. No matter how powerful Qiu Chongshan's ancient dragon-ya spear was, no matter how powerful Zong Jibing's ice tribe talent and sub-saint star position were, and no matter how amazing Qu Hange's chess skills and piano skills were, It was impossible to stop a demon king for an hour.

Zhang Huzhu smiled and continued: "I am old and incapable of talent, but I have made some achievements in painting. In recent years, I have painted a few masterpieces."

Hearing this, Fang Yun's heart skipped a beat. A peak battle painting definitely took more than half a year. This is equivalent to half a year of accumulated strength using temporary strength to fight against the enemy. Moreover, this kind of strength was used more than once, and the chance of winning was extremely slim.

The key point is that the data shows that Zhang Huzhu is the same person as Qu Hange who actively requested a literary battle.

"But..." Zhang Huzhu suddenly changed the subject and said, "One painting is to be given to someone, another one I can't bear to use, the third one I will keep to exchange for what I need, and the other few paintings will be left to my useless descendants. With those paintings, at least five generations will not have to worry about food and drink. Alas, being an elder is to worry."

Fang Yun was in awe when he heard it.

The seats in Qing State suddenly became chaotic.

"This old man! How can he be so frivolous!"

"Traitor! Traitor! The whole family should be killed!"

"I almost got into his school. I was so blind back then!"

Many scholars of low status shouted and scolded, and those of higher status did not speak.

"Shut up!" A loud shout suppressed everyone's voice. Some people were dissatisfied and wanted to refute, but found that they could not make a sound at all.

Some people looked in fear and fear, and it turned out to be Mr. Xun of the Xun family, the current acting head of the family, and the designated next head of the Xun family.

Whether it was the Zong family or the Qing Jun, they were as obedient as little rabbits, with their heads down and eyebrows lowered, and they were completely different from the previous tense appearance in front of Fang Yun.

An old scholar of the Xun family sneered: "In this literary war, no matter whether we win or lose, only Mr. Hu Zhu can save our Qing country from stigma."

Many people thought about it for a while, and then they suddenly realized it.

If Zhang Hu Zhu really wanted to do it for the so-called descendants, he only needed to use those paintings on Fang Yun. If he lost, the Qing royal family would pay an equivalent compensation. If he won, Zhang Hu Zhu would get more than a hundred times the benefits! .