Fang Yun smiled and said, "Then I will show you my ugliness. It's just a poem, so what if it's passed down to others?"
"Husband!" Yang Yuhuan reminded hurriedly. The other women also looked at Fang Yun with concern, hoping that Fang Yun would not be angry.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Not only will I write a poem, but I will also have my private soldier write an article to the editorial office of Wen Bao, recording the visit to the Jinguo Society."
"Fang Xusheng, if you do this, I'm afraid you will take a big risk." Yang Xunlou frowned slightly.
"So what? As long as it is beneficial to the human race, I will do my best." Fang Yun didn't care.
Anyone who is one step ahead of the world may be considered a madman, but will ultimately reap great rewards.
"You are going against all the scholars. Even if you are a virtual saint, your position may be lost." Yang Xunlou was afraid that Fang Yun would make an irreparable mistake.
"It's the conservative scholars," Fang Yun corrected, "When I went to Ning'an County, I told my people that I didn't come to Ning'an to be a good official that the bureaucrats like! Similarly, I didn't come to the Saint Academy to be a false saint that all the scholars like!"
"You..." Yang Xunlou looked at Fang Yun and was speechless.
The other women looked at Fang Yun and suddenly understood why so many common people liked this man, why just hearing that Ji Zhibai wanted to eliminate Fang Yun's influence led to 90% of the young and strong people in Ning'an taking weapons to attack the county government office, and they also suddenly understood why Fang Yun raised his arm and tens of thousands of scholars were willing to go to Ning'an and to the north.
Some people may not need Fang Yun, but the human race does.
Fang Yun glanced at everyone and smiled, "You are taking this matter too seriously. In other words, the truly ambitious people of the human race have already vaguely judged some signs, but they can't do anything. Once someone stands up, things will become clear. Born as a human, ranked among the virtual saints, Fang should stand up at this moment. That's all."
Su Xiaoxiao whispered: "Even a half-saint can't do it, but you..."
"If I am wrong, I will just change to a holy path. If a semi-saint is wrong, it means that the overall strength of the human race will drop by nearly 10%! I know that some of you resent the semi-saint in your heart, but they can't be wrong." Fang Yun sighed. Since he became the Lord of Blood Mane and experienced being mistaken for death, he vaguely understood some of the actions of the semi-saint.
Standing above hundreds of millions of people, if you take a wrong step, you will fall into the endless abyss along with hundreds of millions of people.
Many women lowered their heads slightly, not knowing whether they did not want to offend the semi-saint or were convinced by what Fang Yun said.
"Line up! Please allow Fang Xusheng to review the female students!" Yang Xunlou's voice sounded.
The women from all over the parade ground immediately gathered together in a quick pace, in an orderly and uniform manner with quick movements. Although they were not as good as the elite soldiers in the army, they were in no way inferior to the ordinary prefectural and county troops.
Fang Yun nodded slightly.
Yang Xunlou asked, "Please wait a moment. I will go find someone to get some pen and ink."
"No need to trouble you. I have everything here." Fang Yun said, and a ray of light emanated from the Swallowing Seashell. A table appeared in front of him, with the Inkstone Turtle on it.
The ink turtle poked its head out and looked around with a curious look, while the little ink girl was a little shy and dived into the ink and didn't dare to come out. It was not until Fang Yun's mist butterfly flew over the ink turtle that the little witch quietly poked her head out and secretly looked around.
The women present had heard that Fang Yun had three rare treasures: the Inkstone Turtle, the Ink Girl, and the Mist Butterfly. They were envious and curious, staring at the three rare treasures.
The turtle raised its head proudly and crawled slowly on the table on four legs, not paying any attention to the numerous beauties.
Nunu jumped onto the table from Yang Yuhuan's arms, stretched out his little paw to hold the turtle's head, and looked down majestically, as if to say, "Be quiet and don't make trouble."
Yangui looked at Nunu aggrievedly, as if saying, "You only know how to bully me."
Mo Nu smiled secretly.
The women nearby didn't expect it to be so funny, and a few little girls even giggled out loud.
There were pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table. Fang Yun wanted to use ordinary pens and ink, but thinking that this was his first time writing poems for the Women's Society, he needed to be more solemn, so he took out a university scholar's treasure brush, dipped it in the ink of the inkstone, and picked a piece of Jingguo imperial rice paper.
After thinking for a moment, Fang Yun picked up his pen and started writing.
Holding the sword and gun in a dashing and heroic manner,
The dawn breaks over the parade ground.
The Chinese people have many ambitions.
I don’t like red makeup, I like weapons.
The women here are all well-versed in poetry and prose, and when they saw the last line, they couldn't help but applaud. "I don't love red makeup, I love weapons" is the finishing touch, which accurately interprets everything the women of the Women's Society do, and also interprets their dreams.
This kind of poetry with precise wording and sentence structure has always been loved by scholars of all generations. It is often simple yet timeless, plain yet sincere.
The women present usually write poetry to show their ambitions, but today when they saw the line "I don't love red makeup, I love weapons", they understood what the finishing touch is and how the magic can be born from the ordinary.
The two words "Qi Zhi" highly praised the behavior of "not loving red makeup but loving weapons". This was Xu Sheng expressing his attitude, which moved many women deeply.
However, the women had no time to think about it. As soon as they finished writing the poem, they saw rays of light appear on the paper.
Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect Fang Yun to write a war poem.
At the same time, two strange noises suddenly came from the sky, one was a dragon's roar and the other was a phoenix's cry.
Finally, the complete treasure light appeared on the paper page, and there was a treasure light that was passed down from generation to generation, which meant that as long as one was a Hanlin, one could learn and use this war poem.
Everyone was puzzled, because this poem should have been written under the morning sun, with the woman training with swords and spears on the training ground. It was just training, not fighting, and there was no intention of killing. It also didn't seem like a defensive war poem.
Everyone's thoughts flashed through their minds, and then they saw the paper burning.
The page carrying the poem turned into a tiny firebird, very much like the legendary phoenix.
The phoenix raised its head and cried loudly toward the sky, then exploded with a bang, forming a ring of red light that swept across the training ground, affecting everyone.
Many people instinctively stepped back or blocked with their arms, but then, a strange scene appeared on the parade ground.
Every woman present was emitting a very faint red light, and there was a small phoenix symbol faintly visible on her neck.
"How is this going… "
"The sword and shield seem to have become lighter. No, it's my strength that has increased."
"I was so tired just now, but now I seem to have endless energy."
For the first time, these women felt the power of war poetry.
Fang Yun and the four private soldiers of the Jinshi degree looked at each other in bewilderment, because there was no red light on the five men, and they were not affected by this new war poem at all.
"Can this war poem only strengthen women?" a Jinshi asked softly.
Yang Xunlou suddenly said, "I understand. The so-called 'first light of dawn' is not the morning sun, but the light that Fang Xusheng brought to the Women's Society. The power of this war poem is close to that of a battle poem. It is not about attacking, but about encouragement. It is specifically designed to strengthen the bodies of us women and make our strength catch up with that of men!"
"Oh my God, this is the first war poem written for a woman!" a woman shouted.
"Since there has never been one before, then wouldn't Saint Fang Xu have created another war poem, thus becoming the founder of two poems?"
"No, this war poem does not have the poem ancestor Baoguang, so it should still be classified as a war poem."
"In our hearts, Fang Xusheng is the ancestor of women's war poems!"
.(To be continued.)