"Fang Xusheng is now a Hanlin, and will be promoted to a Grand Secretary soon. By then, even if he writes a legendary war poem that can enhance the power of loyalty, only the Grand Secretary can use it. Generally speaking, there are more people among the Juren, Jinshi and Hanlin who consume their lifespans to use the power of loyalty." Fang Yun said.
Du Ling lowered his head and wrote quickly.
"When Fang Xusheng was a Jinshi, he wrote the war poem "Red Dust Killing", which was passed down through the ages. It gave rise to the vision of a red-sleeved lady adding fragrance to her. The power of the poem was upgraded from a Jinshi war poem to a Hanlin war poem. Since this poem appeared for the first time, it became a war poem with two literary ranks. That is, when a Jinshi used this poem, it exerted the power of a Jinshi war poem, while when a Hanlin used it, it exerted the power of a Hanlin war poem."
"I have heard a little about this matter, but unfortunately I didn't see the battle with my own eyes." Fang Yun pretended to be very regretful.
“Then, next time when he writes a new war poem that will be passed down through the ages, if he can evoke the vision of a red-sleeved lady, he can reverse the vision and make the war poem lower its literary status instead of raising it. Then, the war poem he wrote during his time as a Hanlin scholar can become a war poem with both the Jinshi and Hanlin literary status.” Du Ling still did not give up.
Fang Yun was stunned, shook his head and smiled: "It is difficult to create new war poems, and it is even more difficult to pass them down. The difficulty of creating a war poem that can enhance the loyalty of the people is immeasurable, and in the end, it is also necessary to inspire a beautiful woman to add fragrance to the poem. This possibility is not much different from canonization."
"Fang Xusheng does have a great chance of being canonized as a saint." Du Ling wrote carefully on the paper.
Fang Yun was suddenly overwhelmed. He didn't expect that this young scholar would start to get stuck in a dead end.
"What I mean is that the possibility of this happening is very low." Fang Yun said.
"Very low means it is possible. As long as it is possible, we should try our best to do it! The possibility of defeating the demon world should be smaller than the chance of creating such a poem, but we still stand here to fight against the demons." Du Lingshu finished writing and looked at Fang Yun seriously.
Fang Yun also stared into Du Ling's eyes, and after a few breaths, he confirmed that Du Ling was not joking. He seemed like a stubborn person who was giving serious suggestions.
Several ways of responding emerged in Fang Yun's mind: ignoring, rejecting, persuading, procrastinating, or dealing with it seriously.
Finally, Fang Yun nodded gently and said, "For this kind of thing, sending a letter is not very useful. If I meet Fang Xusheng, I will tell him in person and ask him to work hard to create a war poem that can enhance the blood and loyalty of the heart. It would be best if it can be lowered to a lower level so that more scholars can use it."
Du Ling grinned, nodded heavily, and then started writing quickly.
"During your break, if you go to the back town, I'll take you to Aunt Wang's house to eat delicious tofu!"
Fang Yun nodded gently and said, "Okay, if I have the chance, I will definitely try it."
Du Ling was very happy and hurriedly lowered his head to write.
"From today on, I want to use war poems in the Pearl River Army, participate in battles, kill monsters and eliminate barbarians."
"Welcome." Fang Yun said.
Du Ling smiled and nodded slightly to Fang Yun, then nodded to Xie Bingzhi who was walking over, bent down, picked up the mechanism parts, and left quickly.
Fang Yun looked at Du Ling's back and said to Xie Bing, "Your friend is very interesting."
Xie Bingzhi's eyes flashed with a complex expression, and he said, "All the men of his ancestors and father's generation died in the first Liangjie Mountain War. After the Liangjie Mountain War, only women and a large number of children were left in their Du family, his mother's Liu family, and the thousands of families in Liangjie Mountain. All the adult men died in the war. These people have very vague memories of their fathers or grandfathers. They knew from a very young age that almost all the adults on the street where they lived were women, and most of them were widows."
Fang Yun sighed softly and said, "I read in a book by a great scholar that after the first battle between the two worlds, every street in the back city became a widow's lane."
"I am luckier than him. Although my father is disabled, he is still alive. When Du Ling was young, he loved to cry and always shouted that he wanted to see his father. But later, for some reason, he changed and became more cheerful and studied very hard. Although I am older than him, he surpassed me and passed the imperial examination. If he passed the imperial examination at such a young age and worked harder, he would definitely become a key talent cultivated by Liangjie Mountain and sent to the Holy Academy or other safer places for further studies, so that he could become a university scholar or a great scholar and play a greater role for the human race. However, before the Battle of Bi Can, he learned that the monsters had increased their troops in Liangjie Mountain and chose to join the Gray Robes."
Fang Yun nodded to show that he was listening.
Xie Bingzhi continued: "I and some friends in Houcheng advised him, but he just smiled and didn't say a word to us. Since then, he has never spoken to us again. We have been communicating with texts because he joined the Grey Robes."
"Didn't he tell you the reason why he joined the Grey Robes?" Fang Yun asked.
Xie Bingzhi shook his head slightly and said, "He didn't say it, but we are all from Liangjie Mountain and Houcheng. Even if he didn't say it, I know that he just wants to avenge his father and grandfather as soon as possible and kill more monsters."
"But if he can be promoted to a great scholar, he will kill more monsters and barbarians." Fang Yun said.
“So I don’t quite understand why he joined the Grey Robe. Maybe he thought that even if he joined the Grey Robe, he could continue to practice and advance until he became a great scholar.”
"Do you know what he wants me to do?" Fang Yun asked casually.
Xie Bingzhi was stunned for a moment, then guessed, "Could he have asked you to find Fang Xusheng to write a war poem that would enhance your loyalty?"
"Oh? Did he tell you?" Fang Yun asked.
"We, as friends in Houcheng, occasionally get together. He often writes about some bold ideas. In recent days, he has been trying to contact Fang Xusheng. After all, he is only a Jinshi and cannot come into contact with people of higher literary status. It is normal for him to come to you." Xie Bing knew.
"This kid is interesting." Fang Yun said and turned to walk towards the Pearl River Army.
Xie Bingzhi coughed lightly, hurriedly followed, and said: "The reason why I introduced him to the Pearl River Army is to have someone to take care of him. If he faints and suddenly fights with the demon barbarians, you should try to stop him if you can. Of course, if you really can't stop him, there is nothing you can do."
"Since he has joined the Gray Robe, he must be prepared to die. I won't stop him, just like I won't hinder others' ambitions." Fang Yun said.
Xie Bingzhi sighed and said, "Well, after all, he has entered the gray robe."
Fang Yun returned to the vicinity of the Zhujiang Army and continued to sit on Pingbu Qingyun and read.
Soon, Du Ling entered the Pearl River Army and began to participate in the battle.
Fang Yun looked at Du Ling and nodded slightly, thinking that he was worthy of being a scholar from Liangjie Mountain. His grasp of battle poetry and control of combat were extremely detailed. He was simply a model of a scholar, far surpassing those old scholars in the literary world. This level was enough to enter the Holy Academy to study.
Finally, Fang Yun looked at the gray robe on Du Ling, sighed in his heart, and continued to study.
(To be continued.)