The avalanche on the hillside is no longer a slide, but like a galloping horse, large flakes of snow are pressing down continuously, just like a landslide. There is no way to get through it except to face the avalanche head-on.
The test in this third corridor is completely different from that in the second corridor. It only tests pure strength and does not give anyone the opportunity to cheat.
The avalanche was controlled by a strange force, rushing down from the top of the mountain continuously, and then quickly disappearing after reaching the foot of the mountain, repeating the cycle over and over again.
Dou Ji, Ying Yan and Long Ling, the three saints, were in the front, getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain. Those ordinary saints had not even climbed to the middle of the mountain and were as slow as turtles.
The other demons of the Holy Clan climbed even slower. They were just slowly grinding their way up, hoping to rely on their energy, blood, strength and willpower to force their way to the top of the mountain.
The monsters and barbarians other than the Holy Clan can't even climb up. Once they reach the foot of the mountain and enter the avalanche area, they will be immediately blown away and won't be able to stand.
There are also some monsters who are subordinates of several saints. If they follow behind the saints, they can reduce the impact of the avalanche and have a chance to pass the third corridor.
Fang Yun didn't want to waste time, so he took the initiative, looked at everyone, and said, "The demons have a constant supply of blood that turns into power to protect their bodies, and they are extremely strong, so they can climb mountains in the wind and snow. Our human race is weak, and there is no other way except to use poetry to turn into power to break the avalanche ahead. This third corridor is too difficult, I think it would be better to turn this 20-mile hillside into a literary gathering, and write poetry all the way up the mountain, taking turns to trigger the power of poetry to break the avalanche, and finally climb the mountain together. Apart from this, who else has a way to climb the mountain?"
No one responded. Even those demons from the holy clan might fail, not to mention those juren on their side who could not use literary treasures. Even the talent of jinshi could not support one person to go that far. Only by uniting together could there be hope.
"Fang Zhenguo is so bold, I agree! There is no other way except to keep writing poems to face the avalanche! We will follow Fang Yun's suggestion and hold an unprecedented avalanche literary gathering!"
"Others make friends through literature. We use literature to make friends with avalanches, and our names will be passed down through the ages!" Li Fanming said with a smile.
"Okay! Please ask Fang Yun to host this literary meeting. I won't submit to anyone else!" Sun Naiyong said loudly.
Yan Yukong smiled and said, "Since we are talking about poetry and prose, Fang Yun should be the host! Mr. Fang, please."
A few people seemed to have thought of something, and their expressions changed slightly, but they said nothing.
Fang Yun took the lead and bowed slightly, saying, "Although we are climbing this time, the key is to break the snow. There are many things that can break the snow and resist the cold. The only things that are really useful are wind, pine, plum, etc. Anyone who summons water and fire here is simply seeking death. Although the mountain rocks are strong, they can easily be used by avalanches to hit us. Therefore, you should think about poems with the themes of wind, pine, plum, etc., and try to make them as short as possible to prevent accidents. In addition, what other opinions do you have?"
Sun Naiyong immediately said, "Let me add a few words. If this avalanche comes all at once, our poems should be as good as possible, attracting more heaven and earth energy, so that we can firmly resist this avalanche. But this avalanche is endless, and we have to walk 20 miles of mountain roads in the avalanche. It doesn't matter how wonderful the poems are, but how much and how fast they are. Do you understand?"
Fang Yun immediately said, "Brother Sun is indeed a descendant of the military strategist, and what he said is right. If someone can write a poem that will be known all over the world, the resulting force will naturally be able to clear the avalanche on the entire hillside in an instant, but the avalanche will come back immediately, and the distance we can move forward during this period is limited. Doing so would be a waste of talent. Therefore, we will discuss this literary gathering in terms of quantity. Going beyond the county is enough, and anything more would be a waste."
"Okay! This poetry competition will be ranked based on quantity and actual merit! I once got a longevity fruit. Whoever has the most poems and the greatest merit will be given the longevity fruit of the past ten years as a prize!" Kong Delun said.
Fang Yun said: "Since I am the leader of the guild, I cannot be stingy. I will use a Hanhu shell as the prize."
Several scholars with higher status, such as Yan Yukong and Mo Shan, offered some things as prizes, but most of the other scholars did not have the ability and offered nothing.
Fang Yun said: "Please think about the poems carefully and choose the theme of the poems according to your own preferences and temperament. Please remember, we don't seek goodness, but we seek quantity."
Everyone nodded, then found a safe place to stand or sit, closed their eyes and continued to think about the poem.
Not long after, Yan Yukong said, "Except for you, our talents are all ten inches. If nothing unexpected happens, each of us can write fifty poems. More than thirty of us can write thousands of poems, which is enough to pass this avalanche slope. However, if anyone writes good poems, they can be used several times. But because the power of the poems is stronger when they are just formed, we should focus on new poems. Everyone should prepare at least ten poems!"
Fang Yun said, "Okay! In addition, all those who have the ability to write quickly should report up and be prepared. In case of an accident that causes an avalanche to fail, those who can write quickly can write quickly to avoid annihilation."
"The Comet Corridor has the same power as the Ocean of Learning to turn the virtual into the real, which is equivalent to an invisible holy page. Ordinary poems consume far less talent than war poems, but the difference in effect here is not big, so everyone should try not to write war poems."
Afterwards, Fang Yun was the leader, and Sun Naiyong and Yan Yukong were assistants, and they began to continuously improve the method of going up the mountain through the avalanche.
Xun Ye stood silently aside, without saying a word, and no one paid any attention to him.
It took everyone a full quarter of an hour to prepare before they got up one after another.
Fang Yun was thinking about appropriate poetry when suddenly, a cry that was somewhat similar to a dragon's roar came from a very far distance. The voice was full of malice, which made people feel disgusted involuntarily.
Fang Yun and all the candidates looked up and saw a dragon, an eagle monster and a dragon barbarian standing on the top of the mountain.
The three most outstanding demon saints overwhelmed the rest and walked ahead of everyone else.
Long Ling on the top of the mountain suddenly laughed contemptuously and shouted loudly: "After entering the Comet Corridor, you will know how difficult it is here. I am sure that you humans cannot go up the mountain at all! Fang Yun, wait honestly at the foot of the mountain. Once you leave the Comet Corridor, it will be your death! You useless humans, you are destined to not even be able to pass the third corridor! Hahaha..."
After Long Ling finished speaking, he turned and left, and the Jiaolong Dou Ji seemed to say something to him, which made him extremely unhappy.
The human race's candidates were both angry and ashamed, but Long Ling was too strong and had climbed the avalanche slope first, so they couldn't even find words to refute him.
Li Fanming said angrily, "My family is not as rich as yours, so I didn't offer a prize just now, but now I want to offer a prize to motivate you! I have a cousin who is extremely beautiful and proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Except for her lack of talent, she is no less than a scholar in other aspects. My family is looking for a husband for her. Whoever can make great contributions in the literary gathering and become the champion of the literary gathering, I will personally help you to propose marriage!"
Everyone was angry at first, but he made them laugh. Jia Jing'an said, "I've heard about your cousin. She's both talented and beautiful. People who came to propose marriage to her have been lining up to get married. You've really spent a lot of money. Fang Yun, it's up to you. Maybe you'll thank Long Ling in the future."
"Why do I feel like Fan Ming is taking advantage of this situation? He just wants to marry his cousin to Fang Yun."
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Suddenly, Xun Ye, who had been silent the whole time, snorted coldly and said, "You guys don't want to think clearly. This literary gathering is about quantity. It's a mistake to have poems that are too good. No matter how good his literary talent is, what can it do? What's more, he just became a juren. His talent is at most a little bit above the ordinary. How much use can he have here?"
Many candidates actually knew this a long time ago, but they were reluctant to say it out loud. Unexpectedly, Xun Ye actually revealed it.
Everyone looked at Fang Yun, and Li Fanming smiled and said, "Fang Yun, don't listen to his nonsense. He is jealous of you. Maybe you can use your little talent to create the most avalanche-breaking poem."
"He is a broken jar, no need to pay attention to him! Since he is like this, I will publicize what he did in the Holy Ruins after we leave."
"Xun Ye, we are climbing the mountain together, so you don't need to come! Who knows, you might want to 'save yourself' again, and then push us down the mountain to death!" Jia Jing'an sneered.
Xun Ye was furious and said, "It is impossible for the human race to pass through this third corridor. Do you really think you are the dragon of the Kong family? Don't worry, I will never go up with you to die. I will watch you fail at the foot of the mountain and watch you be killed by the avalanche!"
"If it weren't for the fact that the first five corridors couldn't take action, you would have already knelt on the ground and kowtowed and begged for mercy!"
"I won't bother with a bunch of dead people! Idiots who overestimate their own abilities!" Xun Ye waved his hands and stood further away.
Yan Yukong coughed lightly and said, "Don't care about this kind of villain, Fang Yun, you are quick-witted and intelligent. Even if you don't have much talent, your role is far more than that of an ordinary scholar. Even if you don't write a single poem, as long as you can discover the pattern of this avalanche like the floating ice river, you will also be the first to contribute!"
"Yeah! What we value now is your brain!"
Fang Yun smiled helplessly and said, "This avalanche slope has certain rules, such as the speed of the avalanche, the increase and decrease of the amount of snow, etc., but the problem is that it cannot be broken by cleverness, but only by force. Since the demon ancestor is determined to let the third corridor test the demon's blood, strength and endurance, he will not give us a chance. But don't worry, if my poems are not good, I won't take the prize, I don't lack these things."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. The prize is just a convention of the literary gathering. Our goal is to pass through the third corridor! Prepare to break the avalanche and climb the corridor! Fang Huishou will take charge!"
Fang Yun nodded and began to command everyone.
Soon, more than thirty people formed a diamond-shaped team and moved forward, with Fang Yun walking in the front. They originally disagreed, but Fang Yun said that he was the leader, and although he did not have much talent, he had good physical strength, so everyone had no choice but to agree.
No one knew that Fang Yun had comprehended some of the power of the Demon Ancestor and the Comet Corridor in the First Corridor, and the coldness of ice and snow in the Third Corridor was exactly the same as that in the First Corridor, only slightly stronger. But to Fang Yun, it was nothing at all, not to mention that there was a Mist Butterfly absorbing the coldness nearby.
At the foot of the mountain, Xun Ye looked at the scholar who was about to enter the avalanche area.
"Idiots! Die! If you all die, no one will spread the news of my visit to the Holy Ruins! I will be the only winner. Not only will the Xun family not be ashamed of me, but they will also be highly valued because I once entered the Comet Corridor! Since the Evil Lord is not dead, he must be lurking in the dark. Since he entered the Holy Ruins for the sake of the Star King, he must have made perfect preparations! You are all wasting your efforts! When he entered the Holy Ruins, his clone could only rely on spirit beasts, but after entering the Holy Ruins, he can rely on more things!" (To be continued...)