Fang Yun's mind was constantly concentrating on the text platform, but he was also fighting and observing the battlefield.
"Wherever my body is, there is righteousness! My blood will turn into jade, and I will exchange my entire life for the righteousness of heaven and earth!" A loud voice sounded, and Du Ling spit out blood. He merged the ancient sword of talent that had been nurtured in his literary talent with the righteousness of heaven and earth brought by his blood and loyalty, and controlled the sword with a smile, killing the monsters.
Du Ling was only a Jinshi, and he had not been keeping his sword for long. His strength was far inferior to those old Hanlin scholars, so he did not choose to kill the powerful Demon King and the Barbarian King, but instead controlled the ancient sword of talent to kill those Demon Lords and Barbarian Lords.
When the ancient sword was first sharpened, it brought with it the righteousness of heaven and earth and killed the demon lords and barbarians as easily as killing chickens and dogs. In just a moment, eleven of them were killed.
At the last moment, Du Ling's ancient sword flew to the side of a barbarian king and exploded suddenly, catching the barbarian king off guard.
Afterwards, the True Dragon Ancient Sword attacked quickly and killed the Barbarian King.
Du Ling turned his head with a smile on his face, his eyes passed through the chaotic battlefield and fell on Fang Yun's face.
Fang Yun saw that Du Ling's body slowly turned into a faint light and dissipated from bottom to top.
Du Ling smiled and opened his mouth to say something, but the battlefield was roaring and the two sides were dozens of feet apart. Fang Yun couldn't hear what he was saying at all. However, Fang Yun understood lip reading.
"Not only do I not want the monsters to see my tears, I also want to kill them all with a smile! I have tried my best. Please remember the agreement and tell Fang Xusheng to write a war poem that can enhance our loyalty, just to make the glory of our gray robes even brighter!"
After Du Ling finished speaking, his body turned into light and disappeared. His grey robe fell to the ground and no one reached out to catch it.
The other four gray-robed men who were with Du Ling had already sacrificed their lives and died in battle.
Fang Yun instinctively reached out to grab Du Ling's gray robe, but he was too far away.
The imitation sword of the True Dragon Ancient Sword swept past, rolled up Du Ling's gray robe, and flew in front of Fang Yun.
Fang Yun folded Du Ling's gray robe carefully like the other gray robes, put it into the swallowing seashell, and then looked calmly at the endless monsters in front of him with a faint smile.
In the Wen Palace, Fang Yun's spiritual sense has tried all seventeen kinds of literary platforms, and there are only seventeen kinds of literary platforms that can enhance poetry.
All failed.
Fang Yun's mind sat upright in the Wen Palace, the blood color in his eyes gradually faded, and his vision became clear.
"Since all seventeen roads have come to an end, I will open up the eighteenth road! If there are mountains blocking my way, I will split them! If there are seas blocking my way, I will split the seas! Du Ling, I will bring your smile and kill all the monsters in front of me!"
Fang Yun's mind slowly rose up, and endless orange light emerged from his whole body, like fire and flames, spraying in all directions. Every ray of light was filled with all the poems and articles that Fang Yun had learned and written over the years.
At the same time, all the stars on the dome of Wen Palace dropped their starlight, even the fragment of Wenqu Star in the middle was no exception!
Talent rushed up against the trend, and the stars in the Wen Palace poured down from above. The two forces collided, forming a terrifying shock wave, which even passed through Fang Yun's Wen Palace and flew out of Fang Yun's body.
All the scholars and monsters on the battlefield who could mobilize the vital energy of heaven and earth instinctively looked at Fang Yun, because they all felt that Fang Yun's position seemed to have become the center of the vital energy of heaven and earth in Liangjie Mountain. With him as the center, a ring-shaped force instantly spread in all directions.
This force is not strong, but if the vital energy of heaven and earth is compared to the strings of a musical instrument, then this force is the fingers that pluck the strings.
Heaven and earth are the harp, and the primordial energy is the strings, and then you can play it.
A vast and boundless aura emanated from Fang Yun, which seemed to block out the rising sun of the human race and suppress the blood moon of the demon race. All the demons were horrified. Even the emperor of the three-headed ancestral god clan who was far behind to support the attack showed a look of vigilance. The peak demon kings who were originally preparing to charge had no idea what had happened and dared not move.
The sound of breaking silk and brocade echoed throughout the Two Worlds Mountain, as if an invisible giant hand was tearing the heaven and earth apart.
A brand new writing desk appeared in the sky above Fang Yun's head. Like most writing desks, this desk was green in color, about ten feet high, and a trapezoidal platform that was wide at the bottom and narrow at the top.
On the front of this writing desk, two words are engraved in oracle bone script.
Ocean of learning.
Learn from Haiwentai!
Above the Wentai is a miniature ocean, and in the ocean, there are countless Wenxin fish swimming around.
On one side of the Xuehai Wentai is the Wanmin Wentai.
Fang Yun glanced at the living beings in front of him, like a high and mighty emperor, with an elusive smile, holding the great Confucian scholar's treasure Kaitian Pen, and writing a war poem on the holy page.
The ink girl holds the brush, the inkstone turtle is presented in the pond, the brush is heavy and the ink is thick, the characters are straight and the paper is golden. Everyone's eyes are attracted by Fang Yun's handwriting, as if Fang Yun's paper and pen can give birth to spiritual things between heaven and earth.
At the top of the holy page, Fang Yun wrote a poem he wrote in those days about the Juren Defense War, "Ode to the Qin People".
The north wind blows through the Qin Dynasty Pass,
The iron armor reflects the snow and the night becomes even colder.
Swallowing the six kingdoms alive and building up his achievements,
Die in the northern border to defend the country!
This is a war poem praising all the people of the human race.
The poem was completed in one breath, but Fang Yun did not stop writing and continued to write the second Jinshi defensive war poem "Yumen Pass".
The Yellow River flows far away among the white clouds,
A lonely city and ten thousand feet of mountains,
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows
The spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass.
The poem was also completed in one breath, and Fang Yun continued to write, a Hanlin war poem "Destroying Loulan".
Qinghai's long clouds darken the snow-capped mountains.
The lonely city looks towards Yumen Pass from afar.
Yellow sands have worn golden armor through hundreds of battles,
I will not return until I have conquered Loulan!
Fang Yun was now a Grand Secretary, so at the bottom of the holy page, he wrote the fourth Grand Secretary's war poem, "Ode to Li Guang".
The bright moon of Qin and the pass of Han,
The Long March has not yet returned.
But if the flying general of Dragon City
Don't allow the Hu horse to cross the Yinshan Mountains.
Original work: Baoguang.
The first book of Baoguang.
The precious light of calligraphy, the precious light of the ink girl, the precious light of the inkstone turtle, the precious light of the holy page, the precious light of the literary pen...
And, the inherited precious light!
This ancient poem, which is praised as the best seven-character quatrain in the ancient Chinese country, appears on the holy page.
However, the appearance of precious light did not end there.
Lian Shi Baoguang appeared, and it was four layers at a time!
Only when the literary rank of each poem is in a progressive relationship, with one poem higher than the other, can the four-fold linked poem appear.
The rarity of the Quadruple Poetry Light was the same as that of the Heirloom Light, and all the human beings nearby were stunned.
The poet was so excited that his face turned red, and he could not help shouting, "I never thought that I could see the handed-down treasure light and the four-fold linked poem treasure light appear together with my own eyes! There is no one like this before, there is no one like this before! Zhang Longxiang is definitely the first person in history."
Wei Huangan blinked his eyes and said, "I thought I was a genius. I had no rivals in the Ancient Land of Blood Mango, but I was severely beaten by Fang Xusheng. Now, a scholar from the literary world has appeared! I want to die!"
Even the great scholar Chen Ben, who was guarding the city wall, couldn't help but mutter to himself: "This poem is unparalleled and will sweep through the ages!"
Shijun whispered, "If I'm right, there is a new treasure light."
"Impossible, the precious light is gone. If there is more precious light, I..." Ci Jun's voice stopped abruptly, and then he stared at the holy page in front of Fang Yun with wide eyes.
The last layer of precious light covers the holy pages.
No one had ever heard of this kind of precious light, and it was the first time it appeared in human history. However, after seeing it, the name of this precious light automatically emerged in everyone's mind.
The same rhyme and precious light!
Everyone suddenly realized that these four poems all rhymed with Han Shan's style!
Some scholars were so excited that they were trembling all over. They didn't expect that they could see the birth of a new kind of precious light for the human race here.
"I have no regrets in death..."
Some readers who love poetry actually burst into tears.
.(To be continued.)