Fang Yun was sitting in a wheelchair and noticed that everyone was in high spirits, especially some simple-minded people, who were even a little excited. The yellow-haired dog demon kept showing its long tongue and making a wheezing sound, with saliva flowing to the ground.
The Star Demon Barbarians cannot eat fellow demon barbarians, but dragons, holy blood, and holy jade are not included in this category. If one can obtain dragon bones at Dragon Cliff, one will definitely become stronger faster.
Niu Shan said excitedly: "We followed His Majesty the Moon Emperor and were able to enter the depths of Dragon Cliff, a place that even the demon kings cannot enter."
All the monsters nodded together, feeling relieved.
Fang Yun smiled slightly and observed the sacred tree from close up.
The crown of this sacred tree is thick and large, somewhat similar to a large banyan tree. Covering it not only does not feel oppressive, but instead gives you an indescribable sense of security. Especially those emerald leaves, which look particularly pleasing to the eye.
There were some fallen leaves on the ground, and Hua Yuqing kept bending down to pick up the fallen leaves. The strange trees did not stop him, but felt proud instead.
Fang Yun also took a piece in his hand. The feel and material of this leaf were very similar to jadeite.
As they walked, everyone discovered that whenever Fang Yun passed by, the strange trees nearby would gently shake their branches, clearly expressing their welcome.
Some of those candidates smiled helplessly, some shook their heads gently. If there were no blood demons, humans and evil creatures, Fang Yun's visit to the Holy Ruins would be just like a trip. He would be welcomed everywhere. It was totally incomparable. No wonder those people were confident in sending Fang Yun, the genius, to the Holy Ruins.
Everyone soon came to the trunk of the tree. This trunk was different from that of ordinary big trees. It seemed to be made up of many small trunks with thinner trunks. It was either a normal cylindrical shape or a flat piece, leaving many passages. Everyone followed Mr. Bi and walked through the maze-like passages.
The ground was full of fallen leaves. Ma Xiong and Xue Yi knew that Hua Yuqing wanted to use them for research, so they released the mechanical dog to help Hua Yuqing pick up leaves, and soon a large pile of leaves accumulated. Hua Yuqing collected them in the Hanhu Shell.
As they walked, the old man said, "Although I am an alien, I also read the books of sages and learned poetry and prose. The only regret in this life is that I only know how to learn but cannot write, like a silkworm without silk or a bird without singing. I have never written a biography or a poem for the holy tree. Would you be willing to help me?"
Everyone looked at each other, and Ma Xiong said, "Brother Fanming's articles are well-known in Qiguo, and Brother Fang's poems are even more famous throughout the world. How about Brother Fanming write a biography for the Holy Tree? How about Fang Yun write a poem for the Holy Tree?"
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Why don't you all write poems for the sacred tree together?"
Unexpectedly, Han Shoulu chuckled and said, "After the lesson of Zong Wude, who would dare to write poetry with you on the same stage? Speaking of which, Zong Wude was really miserable. During the Shengxu Literary Meeting, the emcee was supposed to introduce him after you, but he was interrupted by the evil king. After the poem was finished, everyone focused on the "Thousand Miles Away, Sharing the Beauty of the Moon", and then we were forcibly led to the Shengxu. He was also the fifth best scholar in the world, but he was only after you. The whole Kongcheng didn't even know who he was or what he wrote. To avoid repeating the same mistake, you think of the poem first, and we will discuss writing a few articles for the Holy Tree. Then you can write the poem."
"Yes, we will never be fooled." Jia Jing'an said.
"Okay, you guys write the article. I want to write an article praising the sacred tree." Fang Yun said.
After a brief discussion, they selected three people to write poetry, parallel prose, and essays respectively.
These candidates were all well-educated people, and they started writing after a short while. They wrote three articles, and although they were written in a hurry, they all had the style of a great scholar, and the old pen nodded repeatedly.
Finally, everyone looked at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun put down the tray, ground the ink, and said, "The size of this tree is far beyond our vision. The three of you have written long articles that have described the majesty, grandeur and beauty of the holy tree. I am sitting in a wheelchair and it is difficult for me to see the whole picture of the holy tree. If I write carelessly, I will definitely be laughed at. It is really difficult for me to describe the whole holy tree in one poem."
Everyone nodded. This tree was indeed difficult to write about, after all, there were the excellent works of the previous three people.
Fang Yun continued, "I was just thinking about it, and suddenly I felt emotional. I thought about my life experience, and then I thought about how I would view the sacred tree when it was as small as grass."
When everyone heard this, they all sighed. Everyone knew that Fang Yun had a difficult life when he was young, and was later persecuted by a famous family. Although he has now become a towering tree, he must feel emotional when he looks back on the past.
Fang Yun said: "Then I will write a short poem to express the aspirations of the holy tree." After saying that, Fang Yun picked up the pen and started writing.
I grew up in the deep grass and then gradually felt the weeds emerging.
People at that time did not recognize the towering tree until it reached the sky. Only then did they realize how tall it was.
Li Fanming sighed and said, "When the holy tree was young, it was buried in deep grass, just like Fang Yun before he became a child. Later, the holy tree gradually grew taller than the weeds, but people still didn't know that it was a holy tree that could soar into the sky. Just like Fang Yun, it was still not particularly valued. Only when the tree really soared into the sky did people suddenly realize that it was a holy tree. This poem cannot describe the whole picture of the holy tree, but it describes the life of the holy tree."
"Although our poems and essays are gorgeous, they only describe the appearance of the tree, but forget to describe its aspirations. It is indeed difficult to compare with Fang Zhenguo."
Han Shoulu said: "If you are not around the holy temple, we can't see your talent, but at least you have reached the capital, and you will definitely be famous in the state in the near future! In terms of the shape of the tree, this poem is mediocre, but the ambition of the tree is comparable to that of the Three Caos! Only when you reach the sky can you achieve great things, and now Brother Fang is reaching the sky!"
Bi Lao exclaimed in admiration: "What a great moment! This is a sacred tree. A sacred tree should have a lofty ambition, how can it be judged by its appearance? Wonderful! Can you give me this poem?"
"Of course!" Fang Yun said as he wrote the three words "Lingyunshu" and handed it to the old man.
Master Bi stretched out his hand and the poem flew in front of him. He recited it over and over again as it flew, shaking his head, looking very proud.
Everyone followed Mr. Bi and walked for a full quarter of an hour before arriving at an empty hall. There were no common human utensils in the hall, just an open space, because the strange trees did not need to sit.
At the innermost part of the hall, there is a tree that is more than two people tall. The tree is like amethyst all over. Whether it is the branches, leaves or fruits on them, they all emit a faint purple glow and have a breath of life that crystal does not have.
There were seven fruits on it. Bi Lao flew over and picked one, handed it to Fang Yun, and said, "As long as you carry the holy fruit, you don't have to be afraid when you encounter the spirit bones. No matter what you ask them to do, they will do it. Let's go, I'll take you to the Dragon Cliff Passage."
Everyone looked at the holy fruit in Fang Yun's hand with great curiosity. Fang Yun touched it and found it slightly cooler, softer than real amethyst. He looked at it again and could not see anything, so he handed it to Hua Yuqing and followed Bi Lao.
Bi Lao said: "The holy fruit is extraordinary. If you eat it, you will die."
Fang Yun and others felt puzzled, thinking that since the food was used to save lives and deliver the spirit bones, it was impossible to eat it.
The holy fruit was passed from hand to hand, and finally returned to Fang Yun's hands. Fang Yun put it in the Hanhu Shell and said, "Then I will keep it for everyone first, and give it to Linggu after we leave Longya."
Everyone nodded. They all believed in Fang Yun.
Afterwards, Master Bi led them to a long, dark passage. After walking for half an hour, a light gate appeared in front of them.
"Inside is Dragon Cliff, you can just enter."
Everyone immediately bowed to Mr. Bi and said in unison: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Bi."
Mr. Bi nodded kindly and said, "I wish you all a safe departure from the Holy Ruins." After that, he disappeared.
When everyone came to the light gate, the dog demon general said, "I'll explore the way first!" After that, he slowly went in and did not come back after a long time.
Everyone looked at each other and entered one after another.
Soon, Niu Shan pushed Fang Yun into the light gate.
"ah!"
Fang Yun's eyes went dark and bright, and he felt his heart beat fast, and found that his body was falling into the pool with the waterfall. He couldn't help but scream softly, and then he found that there was a group of silver-scaled fish with sharp teeth in the pool, waiting with their mouths wide open and looking up to the sky.
These silver-scaled fish were the size of a palm, and they had two rows of teeth, which kept crisscrossing and rotating, full of murderous intent.
Fang Yun's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. This was the Holy Ruins, or even the Dragon Cliff, and even the most insignificant things were full of danger. He hurriedly took out the Mountain Inkstone from the Hanhu Shell and injected his talent into it. His body was immediately surrounded by a bright green mountain, forming a strong protective force. He then took out a long sword, and before he could speak, he fell into the water with a plop.
In the moment before entering the water, Fang Yun clearly saw these silver-scaled fish leap up, open their big mouths and bite towards him, but they all bit the "Mountain Fu".
As soon as he entered the water, Fang Yun immediately felt extremely relaxed, as if he was born to know how to swim. He was about to swing his arms and paddle hard, but the water around him formed huge waves and pushed him forward quickly.
"This... isn't the water monster's wave-treading ability? At least one has to be a water monster general to have this ability." Fang Yun then suddenly realized that he had eaten a monster general pseudo-dragon ball, a monster commander pseudo-dragon ball, and a monster commander dragon ball. His water control ability was far beyond that of an ordinary water monster general. If a water monster general dared to attack him with water, he would most likely be controlled back by him.
Those silver-scaled fish were extremely ferocious. With just a few strikes, they reduced the power of "Mountain Ode" to less than 10%. Once they caught up with Fang Yun, Fang Yun would surely die. However, the huge waves in the water separated the silver-scaled fish and Fang Yun.
Fang Yun discovered that these fish only had sharp teeth and killing power, but they only lived in the water instinctively and could not control the water. They were like strange trees. They were obviously stronger than the demon trees in the demon world, but they did not know any magic and could only use their bodies to attack.
Fang Yun suddenly remembered that it was because he was poisoned that Han Shoulu gave him the Demon Marshal Jiaolong Pearl. Without the Jiaolong Pearl, he would not have such a strong ability to control water. Is this a blessing in disguise? In addition to thanking Han Shoulu, do we need to thank the Evil Lord
The pool was not very big. After five or six breaths, huge waves washed Fang Yun onto the shore. Fang Yun had difficulty walking, but the waves were like skateboards under his feet, pushing him more than ten feet out of the pool, and then retreating back into the pool, rolling up all the silver-scaled fish in the process.
After surviving the disaster, Fang Yun was both scared and relieved. This was different from dying on the battlefield. He was originally prepared to fight a big battle at Longya, but suddenly encountered a group of powerful monster fish. No one could help but be frightened. But then Wen Dan moved, and Fang Yun calmed down.
Fang Yun felt his legs go weak. This was not because he was scared, but because of the aftereffects of the poisoning. His legs and feet had not fully recovered. The wheelchair was in the water. The silver-scaled fish had no interest in the wheelchair. They were baring their sharp teeth on the shore, staring at Fang Yun. From time to time, some fish would suddenly jump out of the water, as if provoking him.
There was a slight red in the eyes of these fish, and they had an extremely strong desire for the other party's luck.
Fang Yun recalled the records about the Holy Ruins and remembered that he had never seen this kind of fish. Just as he was about to look around, he found something in his sleeve pocket and took it out. It was a new holy fruit. (To be continued...)