"It's very likely!" said Comte.
"Brother Delun! There are still twelve breaths." Fang Yun's voice suddenly sounded, and Kong Delun immediately shut up and prepared to write poetry.
Under Fang Yun's command, everyone climbed up the mountain very smoothly, and their climbing speed was much faster than those monsters.
This comes at the cost of consuming talent, and also because every poem has a first light when it is first sung, which doubles the power of the poem.
Time passes by every second.
Thick snow rushed down the hillside madly, but various poetic forces continued to emerge, clearing paths and parting the snow waves, allowing the human race to continue climbing upwards.
After reaching halfway up the mountain, the team's atmosphere changed noticeably, and no one was talking and laughing like before.
After writing six poems in succession, Ma Xiong finally couldn't continue. When Fang Yun called his name again, he said, "I want to repeat the first poem." As he said that, he wrote the poem "Ode to the Pine", but this time without the first precious light, the power was only half of the original.
A large number of pine trees appeared, forming a "Jie" shape and pushing away the snow waves. However, as soon as these light and shadow pine trees appeared, they made slight cracking sounds, as if they could not withstand the force of the avalanche.
Strands of cold air penetrated the shadows of the pine trees and fell on everyone.
Almost everyone's expression changed.
No one can guarantee a continuous flow of new poems.
Ma Xiong's first repetition of poetry was like a wake-up call, waking everyone up.
Fang Yun said: "Brother Jing'an, it will be your turn after seven breaths. Now we have three difficulties. The first is the problem of repeated poems. The power of poems is halved since they are not the first sound, but the power of avalanche remains unchanged, so you will have to write poems more frequently. Fanming, it will be your turn after eight breaths."
"As for the second difficulty, it is a matter of talent. Now your talent is constantly being consumed. Next, I must calculate the connection between each two poems more accurately to ensure that the power of the poems is not overlapped and wasted. Brother Shitang, six breaths later."
"As for the third difficulty, the chill in the snow can already penetrate the power of poetry. Although it has been weakened, it will still affect us. Brother Yan, the strongest wave of snow will arrive in twelve breaths. Are you sure you can resist it with just a poem?"
"Yes." Yan Yukong said.
"That's good." Fang Yun nodded.
After listening to Fang Yun's words, everyone realized the most obvious difference between now and before: before, everyone had to chat and laugh for a while before they had to change people to write poems, but now Fang Yun only said a few words. He was forced to split it into three parts, which shows how serious the situation is.
"Brother Zhang, the poem will be finished in ten breaths." Fang Yun looked at the other person, and then continued, "From now on, everyone must not use the power of the literary courage to resist the cold. In case of an accident, you can barely resist for a few breaths, leaving time for writing a poem..."
Next, Fang Yun directed everyone to continue writing poems while explaining various ways to deal with the situation.
Even though the situation was critical, the team continued to advance in an orderly manner, because the connection between each poem was very good, and the speed of climbing the mountain did not slow down.
Except for Fang Yun, everyone's face was blue from the cold, the cold penetrated into their bones, and their bodies were obviously not flexible enough. But they gritted their teeth and moved forward.
Soon, everyone noticed something unusual about Fang Yun.
"Fang Yun, why do you look normal? We were frozen stiff. You don't seem to have changed at all!" Li Fanming suddenly asked.
"Sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood." Fang Yun said.
Those present were all top scholars from the ten countries, and they immediately recalled Fang Yun’s performance in the first corridor.
"Alas... I'm not as good as him." Yan Yukong sighed softly, and then he understood another reason why Fang Yun took over the command. He had already comprehended the power of the cold in the first corridor, so he would not be disturbed by the cold on the avalanche slope and could better command everyone.
A scholar whispered in shame: "Just now, a poem could hold out for a long time, and I thought Fang Yun's command was useless. Now that we have to rotate frequently to resist the avalanche, I realize how powerful Fang Yun is. If it weren't for him, not only would we have redundant poems and wasted them, but we might also be wiped out if we are not careful."
"Confucius said: Only when the winter comes, do we know that pine and cypress are the last to wither. This saying of Confucius is the most appropriate to praise the current situation." Han Shoulu sighed.
Everyone knows that this is the original words of Confucius in "The Analects". Only when the coldest time comes and all the trees wither, can you find that only pine and cypress can persist to the end.
Everyone regretted that there was no chance to comprehend the power of coldness on this avalanche slope. The power level in the corridor behind was stronger, so the possibility of comprehending it was even smaller.
The group walked for another quarter of an hour, and the frequency of taking turns to compose poems increased a little.
Fang Yun had not put down the board support before, but now he put it down, inserted the brush into the ink, and held the brush in his right hand.
The ink has frozen, and it will take some energy to break the ice and get the ink.
Fang Yun’s action became the second signal that the situation was urgent, and the atmosphere in the team became even more depressing.
Fang Yun had named the places one by one before, but this time, after naming a person, he immediately said, "Brother Yuqing, get ready now. The poem will be finished in seven breaths. Brother Wude, get ready. The strongest snow wave will come in about twelve breaths."
Everyone was preparing silently, and the frequency of rotation was getting faster and faster. Everyone could hardly write new poems and could only keep repeating one of their own poems. Fang Yun had already memorized the time they could last for their poems.
A new wave of the strongest waves appeared. Looking up, you can see a line of snow waves in front that is obviously slightly higher and is coming quickly with a deafening sound.
Zong Wude took a deep breath and repeated a poem he had written before. As the direct descendant of Zong Sheng, he passed the three mountains and three pavilions when he was a juren and obtained the lower grade. He wrote quickly, one sentence in each breath.
Zong Wude was very confident in himself. He followed the plan and completed the poem in four breaths, which would take effect in half a breath, and the strongest snow wave would come in another half a breath.
However, just as he was writing the last sentence, a chill invaded Zong Wude's body. His hands trembled, the pen slipped, and he made a mistake in every stroke and every word.
A poem ruined.
All the candidates were stunned, because in a moment the strongest wave of snow would rush over, and no one could write a poem in a moment.
Niu Shan hurriedly stood in front of Fang Yun.
Yan Yukong said nothing, and rushed forward in one leap, intending to use his great power of literary courage to temporarily block the snow waves. Although he would be killed by the impact of the snow waves, it would be enough to buy some time for the people behind him.
Invisible sadness and emotion rose in everyone's heart, and everyone picked up their pens to write.
"well… "
When everyone heard Fang Yun sighing, they frowned. Many people wondered why he was sighing at this time. Why didn't he write a poem to save Yan Yukong? Why was Fang Yun so ignorant at the critical moment
Many candidates glanced at Fang Yun out of the corner of their eyes while writing, but everyone was stunned, then stopped writing, and looked up at Fang Yun in unison, and finally looked at his hand and pen.
Fang Yun's brush was writing at a speed far beyond anyone else's.
After a breath, four lines of poetry were completed.
"The lonely peaks are all white overnight, with a unique subtle fragrance blooming in the cold. The north wind breaks through the thousands of layers of snow, and brings thousands of plum blossoms to spring."
The poem is finished. The vitality surges.
A strong wind swept in, instantly blowing the snow waves in front into the sky, turning them into flying snow and scattering them all over the sky. Then, densely packed plum trees extended forward, pushing aside the snow waves and forming a safe mountain path.
Yan Yukong, who originally thought he was going to die, stood where he was, then turned around and looked at Fang Yun in surprise.
"A poem in one breath?" Yan Yukong asked in disbelief.
Li Fanming replied, "Yes, he can compose a poem in one breath! Only the legendary top-grade vigorous writing and literary mind can achieve this! But before he entered the Holy Ruins, he was only a scholar! Didn't he say that he went to the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions in the Book Mountain but never passed the third pavilion? Didn't he say that he was just the same as the top scholars of all dynasties? Where did his literary mind come from? Kong De Theory. Has any scholar in your Kong family ever achieved the top-grade vigorous writing and literary mind?"
"Not to mention that it is impossible for a scholar to get it, even a juren has never gotten it! Apart from the semi-saints, I have never heard of anyone possessing a superior literary mind!" Kong Delun replied.
"Really? Where did he get the top-grade literary mind?" Shi Tang thought to himself that he hadn't even figured out the blood of the great sage, so how could he have the top-grade literary mind
"Isn't it obvious? When Fang Yun first went to the Book Mountain, he broke the convention that scholars only go through three mountains. He passed the three mountains and three pavilions, and not only did he pass, but he also obtained the unprecedented top-grade literary mind!"
Hua Yuqing suddenly shouted, "I remember it now! That day when Fang Yun was writing 'Iron Horses and Ice Rivers Come Into Dreams'. He was clearly poisoned and it took him a long time to write one word, but his writing speed was close to that of an ordinary person. It was obvious that he could only do this with the help of a top-grade literary mind!"
"So that's how it is. No wonder he could still write war poems even though he was so severely poisoned! Fang Yun, you bastard have kept it from us so long!" Li Fanming shouted.
"A scholar who has passed through three mountains can obtain a superior literary mind. This is truly unheard of and miraculous!"
"If this gets out, the whole world will be shocked! Tell me! What big secrets are you hiding from us?"
"It's really eye-opening to write a poem in one breath. I want to slap myself. When he sighed just now, I thought he was feeling sad and didn't know the big picture. Now I understand that he sighed because he didn't want to expose his true strength!"
"Don't just stand there, tell me what's going on. The only top-grade literary mind below the semi-saint is much more important than your title of a candidate for the imperial examination before the saint or your role model of a scholar!"
"Yes, you have written a poem called "Dream of War in Wind and Rain" and played the war song "General's Order" in public before. You have never written any war poems in public. At most, you can speak fluently. We didn't realize that you have a high-quality literary mind!"
Fang Yun just smiled calmly and said, "Ma Xiong, the poem will be finished in eighteen breaths. Brother Jing An will make preparations."
When everyone saw Fang Yun didn't say anything, they became as anxious as ants on a hot pan, especially the big rabbit, who jumped up and down, wishing to find out what was going on immediately.
Kong Delun suddenly shouted, "As the deacon of the Holy Court, I order that no one should mention this matter from now on. Once we are out of the Holy Ruins, I will ask the Holy Court to make you keep your mouth shut!"
"Yes!" Everyone agreed. This kind of news was no joke.
Li Fanming looked around hurriedly and said, "Fortunately, the surroundings were blocked by big trees, so the monsters didn't see us, and Xun Ye didn't see us either, otherwise it would be dangerous."
"Let's keep going, but why do I feel that this avalanche slope has become much safer?" Yan Yukong said with a smile.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh. With Fang Yun's Yixi Shicheng around, it was a hundred times safer than before! (To be continued...)