A demon commander said, "You killed so many blood demons and avenged my star demons, so you deserve a reward. Here are ten star sands, which can resist weak water or strange wind for about a day, which is more than enough to protect you."
As he spoke, one of the demon commander's subordinates came over with a small leather bag and respectfully placed the bag of star sand in front of Fang Yun.
Fang Yun still couldn't speak. He nodded slightly as a thank you, then took a look at the star sand in the bag.
Star sand is tiny particles like silver, but brighter than silver. The starlight of a grain of star sand can resist the forces of weak water and strange wind for a period of time. Once the starlight disappears, it loses its power. However, it is also a rare metal.
The scholar at the foot of the mountain did not even bother to recuperate and walked along the mountain road to Fang Yun.
After surviving the disaster, everyone smiled at each other.
Jia Jing'an bowed with his seriously injured body and said, "Thank you Fang Zhenguo for saving my life."
"Thank you for saving our lives!" All the candidates expressed their gratitude together.
The big rabbit also stood up straight like a human being, and bowed with its two front legs.
Fang Yun wanted to say that they were in this together and there was no need to thank him, but he couldn't open his mouth and could only smile.
The candidates looked at each other, and seemed to be too embarrassed to speak. Li Fanming coughed lightly and asked, "When did you become a candidate in front of the emperor?"
Fang Yun smiled helplessly, he still couldn't speak.
Li Fanming laughed and said, "Look at me, I actually forgot. Have you cured the poison? How did you cure it? Yuqing, go and have a look."
Everyone was extremely curious. Yesterday, Fang Yun was almost dying, but today he not only detoxified himself, but was also able to write war poems. It was truly magical.
Xun Ye, who had been hiding in another cave, slowly walked over and secretly looked at Fang Yun from the side, his expression full of anxiety.
Hua Yuqing stretched out her hand to feel Fang Yun's pulse, and then said in surprise: "The poison is completely removed! Fang Yun, what kind of magic medicine did you take? It's incredible! Even if the poison is removed, others would probably still be unable to move. But you are recovering quickly. When you leave the Holy Ruins, you may be fully recovered."
"So magical? You said on the way that he was poisoned and dying. You wouldn't team up to deceive us, right?" A new scholar said half-jokingly.
"It's absolutely true! Look at him, he can't speak yet. I've studied medicine for many years, but I don't understand what's going on. Was it Xing Yaoman who saved him?"
Everyone looked towards Niushan.
Niu Shan thought they were praising him for taking care of Fang Yun, and he immediately straightened up even more, feeling even more proud.
"It seems to be true. Fang Yun is really lucky. There seems to be star sand in this bag, right? Alas. Yue Huaduo is different. He is the Moon Emperor, he can detoxify, and he also gives star sand."
Many scholars were amazed, but those star monsters could not understand what humans said, so no one objected.
Fang Yun smiled secretly. He didn't expect that they had misunderstood. This way, Wenquxingzhao would not be exposed. This was a good thing. If the demon world knew about it, it would definitely alarm the demon saint.
Han Shoulu asked, "Fang Yun, can you let us read that war poem?"
Fang Yun motioned Niu Shan to hand over the pen, and then rewrote the poem. But he did not waste his talent. However, he wrote too slowly, so he had to borrow some strength from writing quickly and finish it at a normal speed.
Han Shoulu couldn't wait to pick up the poem written by Fang Yun and recited it softly: "Lying in a lonely village, I don't feel sad. I still think of guarding Luntai for my country. Lying in bed late at night, listening to the wind and rain, I dream of iron horses and frozen rivers! What a good poem! Fang Zhenguo is indeed a dragon among men. Even though he was poisoned, he still had a high fighting spirit. If he didn't have a fighting spirit in his heart, he would never have been able to write this poem."
Li Fanming frowned slightly and said, "Fang Yun, there is nothing wrong with this poem itself. It describes you lying in bed weak and thinking about guarding the border of the human race. Then you heard the wind and rain outside, and half asleep and half awake dreamed of the cavalry fighting bravely. According to my judgment of the power of this war poem, you are only a little bit away from making this poem form a poetic soul. Now think about it, it's a pity. If you can write this poem with a poetic soul, then the Wolf Barbarian Saint may have a chance to escape, but the other three Saint Clan Monster Barbarians will never be able to escape."
Fang Yun nodded slightly, thinking that he was still too affected by his body and could not write out the poetic soul like in "Arrow in the Stone". If he could write out the poetic soul, the power of this war poem would be even stronger. If he could go a step further and summon a saint, he didn't know which one would summon power close to that of the Void Saint.
"Has the title of this poem been chosen?" someone asked.
Fang Yun thought about it and felt that Lu You’s original poem title “The Wind and Rain Were Blowing Hard on November 4th” was obviously not suitable. After thinking about it, he wrote “Dream of War in Wind and Rain” on the paper, and then wrote another sentence on the paper.
"If I see the Wolf Barbarian Saint again, I will kill him with my pen!"
"What a bold mind! If you have this heart, your 'Dream of War in Wind and Rain' will surely be as poetic as Jianmei Gong's 'Sword Poem in Wind and Rain'!"
Everyone agreed.
"If you can go one step further, I don't know which person you will summon is equivalent to a virtual saint. If you have holy blood, you can directly surpass the summoning saint and form a holy soul. Unfortunately, the human race has only re-emerged in battle poetry in recent years, and the five realms of battle poetry have not yet been fully formulated. The first realm is ordinary battle poetry, the second realm is poetry soul, the third realm is summoning saints, and the fourth realm is holy soul. So far, no one has reached the fifth realm. I don't know which human race will be able to reach the fifth realm of battle poetry and create a new era for the human race."
"A great scholar speculated that war poems can only be sublimated to the fifth level based on the original Baoguang, and other people's war poems can only be written to the fourth level at most."
"It is very likely. If someone really wrote a poem about the Five Realms War, it would definitely make an immeasurable contribution to our human race."
"Naturally, as long as one person reaches the fifth realm and breaks through the fifth realm barrier, then just like the art of playing the zither, the art of painting, calligraphy, etc., it will be easier for other people in the human race to break through the realm in war poetry. Even writing other people's war poems may reach the fifth realm."
"Fang Yun, I hope you can write the first poem about the Five Realms War! If you can do it, I will immediately change my allegiance and take you as my mentor!" Li Fanming said with a smile.
Everyone laughed.
Jia Jingan said, "Fang Yun, before entering the Holy Ruins, you taught Ci Jun the poem "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", which was his teacher. This Holy Ruins is extremely dangerous, and I also want to learn this legendary war poem "Wind and Rain Dream Battle" as soon as possible. Is that okay?"
A few of the juren had solemn expressions, not everyone had the broad mind like Ci Jun, who would not mind taking a man whose literary rank was far lower than his own as his teacher. Going to the holy temple to learn Fang Yun's war poems was nothing, it could be regarded as learning from the sages. However, as a juren, he still felt a little uncomfortable calling Fang Yun his teacher to learn war poems.
However, the person who is feeling most uncomfortable right now is not these scholars, but Xun Ye who has been hiding.
Xun Ye looked at Fang Yun with mixed feelings. He didn't expect that Fang Yun had not only been detoxified, but also had revived and turned his life around. He turned a piece of waste paper into a holy page and wrote a war poem that almost became a poetic soul.
If the two had no grudges, Xun Ye would definitely learn this war poem that can use weak water as soon as possible. This is simply a god-killing poem in the Holy Ruins. If more than ten scholars use this war poem together, the Wolf Barbarian Saint will be crippled if not dead. Xun Ye recalled the scene of insulting Fang Yun as waste paper before, and his lips moved, but he didn't say anything in the end.
Li Fanming said: "It may take a few months for an ordinary scholar to learn war poems, but we are one in a million, so we can learn it in a few days. But it will take some time to bring out the full power. The key to this poem is that it can borrow the power of weak water. Even if it is not raining, as long as there is a swamp river nearby, it can still exert enough power!"
Everyone nodded in unison. As long as they learned this poem, it would be much better than other poems by scholars when combined with Ruoshui. Some of those who felt uncomfortable also figured it out.
Fang Yun nodded slightly.
Then the nineteen candidates bowed together and said in unison: "Students greet Master Fang."
Fang Yun nodded again, approving these nineteen people. These nineteen people can then learn and use this war poem. Once they use this poem to attack Fang Yun, they will inevitably be killed by the power of the war poem.
"Cuckoo, coo, coo..." Then the big rabbit also bowed in a proper manner and wanted to learn how to write war poems.
Li Fanming helplessly kicked it lightly and said, "Behave yourself!"
The rabbit glanced at Li Fanming, jumped to Fang Yun, and used its two paws to beat Fang Yun's legs.
"You bastard!" Li Fanming laughed helplessly.
The candidates looked at the rabbit and laughed, while Xun Ye slowly left with regret in his heart. After he had taken a few steps, he heard Han Shoulu's words.
"Some people don't know why I am willing to give you our "Secret Records of the Sacred Ruins". I think he should know now." There was no trace of gloating in Han Shoulu's words, but full of regret.
Jia Jingan said: "The Han elders gave the "Secret Records of the Sacred Ruins" to Brother Shoulu so that he could leave the Sacred Ruins safely. If the "Secret Records of the Sacred Ruins" could be used to exchange for Brother Shoulu's life, the Han elders would agree without hesitation. It's a pity that some people ignore the most essential things for their own selfish desires. Now even if they want to learn "Dream Battle of Wind and Rain", they don't have the face to learn it."
Jia Jing'an hated Xun Ye's shamelessness that day. He didn't say much because Fang Yun was seriously ill. Now that Fang Yun was almost recovered, he no longer cared about him.
Xun Ye originally wanted to leave secretly, but he didn't expect Jia Jing'an to humiliate him like this. What's more, there are nineteen juren here. Once the news got out, he would lose all face.
Xun Ye said in a hateful voice, "You were optimistic about Fang Yun that day, but you were almost poisoned to death by the Evil Lord. We still have a long time to live in the Holy Ruins, and a war poem without even a poetic soul may not be able to succeed! Don't worry, I won't learn from the Evil Lord to harm Fang Yun, but I want to see how long he can go on! When we walk out of the Holy Ruins, if Fang Yun really does something earth-shattering, I will apologize and admit my mistakes like the Poetry Lord did."
Li Fanming said coldly: "If Fang Yun was poisoned, Shi Jun would never insult him like you did. Are you worthy of mentioning Shi Jun? Besides, who said you can walk out of the Holy Ruins? You are much crazier than Fang Yun!"
"You..." Xun Ye wanted to curse loudly, but he knew he was in the wrong. The more he said, the more he would be ridiculed, so he simply walked away.
The newcomer asked quietly, "What's going on? Isn't he from the Xun family?"
So Li Fanming recounted what had happened in detail. Now that Fang Yun had recovered from his illness, he no longer needed to worry about Fang Yun getting angry.
"You bastard!"
"I have met his uncle Xun Tianling. Although he is not very talented and is only a Jinshi at the age of 40, he is loyal and righteous. He has been guarding Liangjie Mountain for 20 years and even participated in the imperial examinations in Liangjie Mountain. Everyone who comes back from Liangjie Mountain praises him for his unparalleled benevolence and righteousness, but also regrets that he is not talented. Alas, compared with Xun Tianling, Xun Ye is like an insect!" (To be continued...)