The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The people of Qing, who were just filled with righteous indignation, suddenly blushed.

It is true that Fang Yun is a virtual saint, but the title of virtual saint is a status, not a strength. No matter what, he is a young Jinshi.

Moreover, Fang Yun did not take the initiative to provoke the literary duel in one state. The previous reason was that the Qing Guo Juren went to Jiangzhou to humiliate the Jing Guo scholars, and the later reason was that the Zong family wanted to seize the holy way of education. No matter what, it was Qing Guo that was disrespectful first.

If Qing Guo won, Zhang Huzhu's behavior would reflect the great power style of Qing Guo, knowing courtesy and shame, and winning openly, so that others would not be able to blame.

If Qing Guo lost, Qing Guo could naturally say that it did not do its best to prevent others from adding insult to injury, and no one would want to smear Qing Guo.

If the ten Jinshi of Qing Guo all tried to win by any means, it would arouse the sympathy of the ten peoples for Fang Yun and their disgust for Qing Guo, and it would most likely lead to an embarrassing situation of winning but not winning.

That is why Zhang Huzhu took the initiative to seek a fight.

"A country of etiquette and a country of virtuous people." Fang Yun bowed to Zhang Huzhu.

"However, in addition to war paintings, I am also a poetry maniac. Fang Xusheng, please don't be careless." Zhang Huzhu told him frankly.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "I have heard of Mr. Zhang's achievements. Mr. Zhang has cultivated a Juren defense war poem and a fast-paced war poem to the third level, and cultivated two Jinshi defense war poems to the second level. With these defense war poems, you can use war paintings uninterruptedly. Students should be careful."

"My mere military merits are nothing compared to Fang Xusheng's. Well, we, the old and the young, should not be polite. Please."

"Please."

A light flashed in front of him, Fang Yun opened his eyes, and found that he was on a small hill. On the hill was a dilapidated village. The gate of the village was blocked, and there was a watchtower on the right.

Fang Yun was secretly happy. It seemed that he was lucky to be in the village, and Zhang Huzhu was very likely outside.

Fang Yun quickly climbed up to the top of the lookout tower, and Zhang Huzhu was indeed at the foot of the mountain.

Zhang Huzhu said with a thunderous tongue: "Fang Xusheng is lucky. Luck is also an important thing in a life-and-death fight. This is a war of words, not a life-and-death fight with monsters. Why don't we make a rule? I will attack first in the first quarter of an hour. If I can't attack the mountain stronghold, you will attack me. As long as you force me to retreat one step, you will win. How about it?"

Fang Yun thought about it for a while and thought that this suggestion was good. If it were someone else, they would definitely not attack the mountain, force Fang Yun down, and then fight on the flat ground. Zhang Huzhu's statement seemed to be at a disadvantage. If he only moved one step, he would lose. But Fang Yun knew very well that Zhang Huzhu was good at battle paintings and was good at defense but not attacking. Once he was forced to move, he was already at the end of his strength. Only fighting hard could save the situation, but with Zhang Huzhu's temperament, he would never want to fight hard.

Because Fang Yun was Zhang Huzhu's half-master.

All the famous painters in the ten countries have learned Fang Yun's new painting techniques such as brushstrokes.

"That's just as you said."

Fang Yun said, looking at the mountain stronghold again.

Although the gate of the mountain stronghold was blocked, it was made of wood and could be easily breached. The mountain road below was only a few feet wide and winding. If this easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack mountain road was given up and only guarded at the gate of the mountain stronghold, it would be almost like sitting and waiting to die. No military strategist would make such a mistake.

Fang Yun stood on the lookout tower and wrote "Dream Battle of Wind and Rain". He summoned thousands of ice knights directly outside the gate of the mountain stronghold, turning the steps of the mountain road into thick ice, making it difficult to climb.

The Weak Water Knight held a gun in front, and the Strange Wind Knight held a bow in the back, forming a copper wall and iron wall.

Fang Yun then wrote the poem "Yishui Song" and "Farewell to Jing Ke" and summoned the poem assassin immediately. This poem assassin was very strong. Because his body was derived from black fog, he could not only walk on water, but also float in the air. However, when there was no place to borrow power, his speed was very slow and he could not fly. He could only float and glide.

With this poem assassin, Fang Yun had an extra demon marquis to protect him anytime and anywhere, and he was definitely better than ordinary demon marquis or even royal demon marquis, equivalent to the demon marquis of the holy clan.

Fang Yun estimated the strength of the poem assassin. In terms of combat power, he was only equivalent to the Hanlin of the Three Palaces, but in terms of combat awareness and skills, he was no less than those peak Hanlin of the Seven Palaces.

Because this poem assassin was formed by two poetic souls, and obtained the combat ideas of two of the four assassins that remained in the world. Although not much, it was enough to rival the Hanlin of the Seven Palaces.

Then, Fang Yun wrote "White Horse Chapter" and "White Horse Hero Chapter" and summoned a White Horse General and a White Horse Hero. Due to the relationship between the natural war poems, "The White Horse Hero" is about to enter the second realm to form the poetic soul, and then Fang Yun will have another demon guard.

Fang Yun did not attack immediately, but observed Zhang Huzhu. Although the information he obtained was very detailed, and Zhang Huzhu's life, temperament, temper, preferences, and fighting habits were all described in detail, but what he learned from paper is still shallow, and it needs to be truly put into practice after actual combat.

War paintings and war poems are the power that the human race has only valued in recent years. So far, there has been no master of the fifth realm in the painting. The first master of the fourth realm of the human race was Gu Kaizhi. To date, there are only two masters of the fourth realm of the painting.

The human race is the most suitable for the existing holy way. They are recognized as the most talented. They naturally have to move forward along the existing holy way, and the possibility of becoming a saint is the greatest.

Many geniuses were mistakenly considered to be inadequately gifted because they were not suitable for the existing holy path, but not enough to create a new holy path. Most of these people continued to follow the footsteps of their predecessors, but a few found new paths. Even if they could not create a new holy path, they were willing to die on the new path to pave the way for future generations.

The scholars on the path of war poetry and war painting overcame all difficulties and hardships, but they had no regrets.

Both Ruan Ling and Zhang Huzhu were considered not to be talents of the Holy Path. At least among the geniuses of the same generation, they were considered to have strayed from the Holy Path, and would be misunderstood to some extent and suffer more. Because of this, the two were the most generous. They were full of respect for Fang Yun, the founder of the painting path, and did not hate this enemy country.

Zhang Huzhu slowly took out rolls of war paintings from the Hanhu Shell.

Ordinary people have to pay attention to some details when using war paintings, but this master of the third realm took out a roll and threw it directly into the distance.

The war paintings burned in the air and then turned into real power.

At the beginning, Zhang Huzhu's paintings turned into batches of demons.

These demons were either demon lords or demon commanders. After a while, ten demon lords and thousands of demon commanders appeared in front of Zhang Huzhu.

Fang Yun was better. Most of the readers on the upper viewing platform were numbed by his scalp. This Zhang Huzhu was too scary. The key point was that it was just the beginning.

"Go ahead." Zhang Huzhu said, and then lowered his head to take out the scroll from the lake shell.

The Ice Knight and the War Painting Monster Clan started fighting, and the scene was extremely tragic. It should have been the focus of everyone's attention. However, including Fang Yun, everyone was attracted by Zhang Huzhu's next war painting, and a large number of Jingguo scholars showed a helpless expression.

After Zhang Huzhu's new war painting burned, it was not the monster barbarians who appeared, but the human race, a Hanlin.

It was none other than Li Wenying more than ten years ago! .