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Some people were originally disappointed with Fang Lun, while some people still had expectations for Fang Lun in their hearts even though they didn't say it. The reason why Yan Yukong didn't jump down immediately but looked back was because he had an expectation in his heart.
The luck is still there!
Many Jinshi who were fighting looked back during the break, with hope shining in their eyes.
"Look, it's not ordinary paper, it's a holy page!"
"It may not be a poem of recovery, but it must be a powerful poem of war!"
"I just said Fang Xusheng can do it!" Qiao Juze clenched his fists.
"right!"
The luck is still there!
All those who were meditating opened their eyes and looked at Fang Yun together.
They seem to have the illusion that even if Fang Yun cannot write a poem of recovery, as long as Fang Yun is around, they will not die.
Fang Yun took a deep breath and said: "I have been in the spring garden for many days, and I came across a small poem, but there is always something missing. Today, after listening to everyone's words, I occasionally felt something, so I wrote the whole poem to help everyone!"
After saying that, Fang Yun picked up his pen and wrote quickly.
"As soon as the half-acre square pond is opened, the skylight and cloud shadows are lingering together. I asked where the canal can be so clear? It has a source of living water."
There is a layer of treasured light passed down from generation to generation, a layer of original treasured light, a layer of treasured light of the original book, a layer of treasured light of the sacred page, and the treasured light formed by the precious pen, ink and inkstone!
A mighty and vigorous power emanated from the article, and the heaven and earth were so windy that it made people unable to even breathe.
The holy page was flying, and suddenly the image of a square pond in the spring garden was projected outwards. The square pond was like a mirror, with the shadows of the sky and clouds falling on the pond and swaying gently. The pond was extremely clear, because in the pond source. New water is constantly injected.
The holy page burned, and a misty voice came out of the flames. The voice was somewhat similar to the sound of the holy way before Fang Yun, but it was more obscure and lighter. It did not seem to involve the real holy way, but it also Touched the edge of the Holy Path.
All the Jinshi couldn't help but exclaimed, whether they were the well-informed Kong family or the war-experienced poetry enthusiasts, even the Plague Lord who controlled Lei Li changed his expression.
The Lord of the Plague couldn't help but cursed: "This is a holy war hymn! How could it appear in front of me! Even if it only touches the edge of the holy path, it is a holy war hymn! Once such war hymns reach the fourth level, Realm. It is unimaginable to summon the complete half-saint will! Once Fang Yun understands this poem, it will definitely be a disaster for our demon world! The Dao Killing Poetry appears and shakes the world. I am afraid it can force the incarnation of the ancestor god back to the demon world. It is not a holy blood clone, but a more powerful being than the great sage. Killing us and other semi-saints is as easy as squeezing an ant."
The sound of the returning poem spread in all directions.
All plague corpse soldiers within dozens of miles were wiped out, and then vibrant weeds grew on their bodies.
The demons closest to the castle slowly fell down. This behavior of falling to the ground seemed to be contagious, and the patches of demons were like cut wheat. They fell to the ground one after another.
"Not good!" Lei Li shouted, pointing forward.
"Bang..." An unknown voice came from nowhere. Lei Li's figure swayed and his eyes became bright again.
"help me… "
Lei Li finished shouting. His eyes suddenly dimmed again, and then a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, his eyes turned green.
"The Soldier Barbarian Saint is indeed the wise man of our demon world. I have long recognized that Fang Yun is the person that our Demon Barbarian must kill. It's a pity that those old guys are stupid and useless. They are afraid that the Soldier Barbarian Saint will lead the barbarians to overwhelm the demon tribe and do not send the good-fighting Half-Saint to fight. He personally went to the Demon Ancestor Gate, but in the end he fell into the trap of the human saints and was killed by Shushan. Bingman Saint, your unfulfilled ambition will be fulfilled by this Saint, even if it hurts me, I will kill you! This guy!"
Lei Li's eyes were burning with green flames, reflecting the castle in front of him. There was only Fang Yun on top of the castle.
In front of Fang Yun, the war poem turned into a square pond, evenly divided into more than three hundred points, and fell into the eyebrows of every Jinshi.
"ah… "
"Very comfortable… "
Many Jinshi couldn't help but close their eyes and couldn't help but groan. Everyone was like withered grass that suddenly received the rain after a long drought, instantly gaining strong vitality.
In the literary palaces of these Jinshi, talents are flowing like rivers!
Everyone seems to have an extra source of talent in their literary palace!
After Fang Yun finished writing this unprecedented poem about the return of Qi of a Jinshi, he coughed lightly.
This is a masterpiece by Zhu Xi, an ancient Chinese scholar. It contains extremely profound philosophy. It was written forcefully and exhausted all the talents of Fang Yun. Fortunately, there were fragments of Wenqu Star in the Wen Palace, which provided the power of Wenqu Star at the end. Otherwise, Fang Yun would have at least been sucked out. A life span of ten years.
Zhu Xi's status in Confucianism is that of the first person after the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. In the Chinese Confucius Temple, in addition to the sage Confucius, there are also the four sages Yanzi, Zengzi, Zisizi and Mencius. After that, the highest status is the twelve philosophers, eleven of whom are disciples of Confucius, and only Zhu Xi is not a Confucius. Holy disciple!
Even Dong Zhongshu, who deposed hundreds of schools of thought, Han Yu, the pioneer of moral education, Zhou Dunyi, the originator of Neo-Confucianism, and Wang Yangming, the great master of Xinxue, were all under Zhu Xi.
Fang Yun once said, "If there is something, change it; if there is nothing, encourage it." This triggered the voice of the holy way, which was Zhu Xi's words.
Fang Yun frowned slightly. The power of this Qi-returning poem was so powerful that it affected more than three hundred Jinshi at once. However, he was the only one who was not affected at all. It seemed that the Qi-returning poem was too special, and he could It has been used to its limit, and at least you have to be a bachelor to get the effect of talent recovery.
"That's fine." Fang Yun smiled indifferently. Spending all his talents in exchange for a hundred times his talents would be a huge profit.
The hunting ground at this moment is with skylight under the lead clouds, and it is impossible to distinguish between day and night. However, in Shengyuan Continent, it is after nine o'clock at night, many people have nothing to do, and more people are paying attention to the essay list than during the day.
In front of the academy gate in the capital of Jingguo, a huge light screen was erected. The light screen showed the ranking of the ten countries in the hunting ground.
Qingguo has been ranked first because of killing demons and barbarians overnight yesterday, followed by Qiguo and Wuguo, then Yunguo and Shuguo, and Jingguo ranked sixth.
Everyone below the list was talking a lot.
"What a shame, Qingguo is ranked first!"
"Don't worry, I, Jingguo, will definitely be able to surpass you slowly."
"It's a pity. Not long ago, my Jingguo ranking jumped up to fourth place. It's really unprecedented."
"It must be Fang Yun's doing. No one except Fang Yun could make me, the Jinshi of Jingguo, kill demons and barbarians better than other powerful countries."
"I want to be honored, I want to be called Fang Xusheng!"
"However, not long ago, our ranking in Jingguo suddenly increased very slowly, and now it has reached sixth place. If this continues, it is very likely that we will be surpassed by Jiaguo and Yueguo."
"Is it possible that something happened to Fang Xusheng?"
"Crow's Mouth! How could something happen to Fang Xusheng!"
"Fang Xusheng must be hiding his capabilities and biding his time, or preparing a strong force!"
"Yes, it must be!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the number behind Jing Guo, who was ranked sixth on the literary list, skyrocketed at an incredible speed. The number soared rapidly, and his list value increased by thousands in the blink of an eye.
Within a few breaths, Jing Guo surpassed Yun Guo and ranked fifth.
"Look! The rankings of all countries have remained unchanged. Only our country, Jingguo, is rising sharply! We are already fifth!"
"So fast, fourth! Back to fourth again!"
"Oh my God! I'm in third place. It's unbelievable!"
"It's still going up! It's still going up! I don't know where I will be in the end! If I get to the first place, I will run naked around the capital!"
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