After writing "My Comrades", I burned it immediately.
The "My Comrades" written by others before turned into light spots and fell into everyone's bodies, but this time it was different.
The whole poem suddenly turned into a ball of white light, which condensed into a battlefield. The battlefield was filled with flickering lights and shadows. It was the scene of a battle between the soldiers of King Xuan of Zhou and the monsters.
This ball of white light exuded a powerful infectious force, and the emotions of everyone present were affected by the scene within the white light. Then the white light shattered and turned into pieces of transparent armor that flew to everyone, so that everyone had a layer of transparent armor from neck to toe.
It was the first time that Fang Yun saw Shihun Zhanshi. He reached out and touched the transparent armor, which was cold and smooth. The protective ability of this armor was even greater than that of a full body heavy armor, but it could only last for half an hour.
After all, Mr. Wang was a juren, so the shock of his talent caused by writing poetry subsided immediately. He then wrote inspiring poems and poems to strengthen the army, "Ode to Weapons", which were only for juren. These poems made the weapons of all soldiers more lethal and made it easier to kill the evil people. However, if the evil soldiers could not be hit in the vital parts, the damage would still be limited.
Afterwards, Mr. Wang wrote a quick poem and gave the pen and ink to Fang Yun.
"Sir, you don't need it?" Fang Yun asked.
"The demon general won't give me time to write, so I can only use my eloquence to deal with it. You keep it for later use. Ma Yuan, you are in charge of the command. You must hold on before we get back!" After Mr. Wang finished speaking, he rushed up the mountain at an extremely fast speed.
Everyone formed a battle formation and got ready. Soon, they saw hundreds of monsters pressing forward. There was an upright bear monster nearly two people tall, a colorful tiger monster as tall as a man's shoulder, and a snake monster that was five or six feet long, and its tongue was longer than a man's arm.
There are at least thirty demon soldiers here. Even a scholar would have a hard time killing these demons, let alone these young scholars.
"Don't be afraid! We can hold on!"
"Yes, we have paper!"
Suddenly, a green bird flapped its wings and landed on the head of a tiger monster.
Ma Yuan's face turned pale, and he quickly covered his ears, shouting, "Oh no! It's Mingqi! Mingqi's voice, run now..."
Before he could finish, the strange bird demon began to call above the tiger demon's head. Its voice was melodious and beautiful, like crying and complaining.
Fang Yun saw that all the soldiers were weak in their limbs and fell to the ground one after another, but the boy was better and could barely hold his weapon.
The scholars clearly wanted to pick up the pen to write "The Song of the Jing Ke Assassinating Qin", but their hands were shaking and they could not write complete words. It was difficult for them to write on paper, and their minds were a little confused, and they didn't even have the idea of escaping.
It was useless even if Ma Yuan covered his ears.
Fang Yun naturally knew the name of the Mingqi demon bird. This demon bird could be said to be the nemesis of the human race. The cry of Mingqi, the strongest demon king, could shake the minds of all scholars below the level of great Confucian scholars, making it difficult for them to discuss military affairs on paper or even speak eloquently, and they could only resort to verbal sparring.
The only one who can resist this strange cry is the literary hero.
But this Mingqi bird is at the level of a demon soldier, which is equivalent to a human scholar. A scholar simply cannot have literary courage, which makes almost everyone unable to fight.
No matter they were ordinary soldiers, students or scholars, they all looked desperate. They never expected that Mingqi would be recruited.
All the monsters laughed, and some even talked in monster language while laughing, treating these people as delicacies.
After hearing the language of the monsters, Fang Yun and several scholars suddenly realized that because too many monsters were killed yesterday, the two nearby monster generals joined forces to lure away the three scholars, and then let Mingqi take the opportunity to kill them with the monster soldiers and civilians.
However, Fang Yun has literary talent.
Fang Yun took a deep breath, looked fearlessly at the hundred monsters in front of him, and recited the contents of "The Analects of Confucius" aloud, almost word for word: "If the Master does not speak, there will be strangeness! Force! Chaos! God!"
Fang Yun saved his comrades without caring that the demons would kill him first. It was an act of self-sacrifice, which not only attracted the talent in his body, but also his literary courage was driven by his spirit, forming a strange force that spread in all directions.
The words of the sage, Fang Yun's voice, talent, literary courage and the vitality of heaven and earth resonated, and finally made Fang Yun's words carry a sound like a huge bell, which made all the monsters' ears hurt. All the monsters were terrified, thinking of the legendary righteousness of the great human scholars, which was a natural power to restrain them, and they retreated in fear.
After the Mingqi monster bird called out a few times, its voice suddenly became hoarse, and finally it could no longer call out at all. It just opened its mouth and flapped its wings, jumping and hopping anxiously on the tiger monster's head.
After Fang Yun said the four words "weird, force, chaos, and gods", everyone was completely out of Mingqi's control. Even Confucius did not mention weirdness, violence, chaos, and ghosts and gods, so how could a mere Mingqi bird dare to be so presumptuous
The sober people quickly regrouped. During this process, everyone looked at Fang Yun once or several times, and were shocked and grateful for his sudden power.
Everyone knows that those great scholars and Confucian scholars with great righteousness can exude great righteousness when they speak, so even if the Confucian scholar casually recites a classic of the saints, he can drive away the monsters under the great demon.
However, people don't understand how a "sage boy" can have such power? Does this person really have strong faith and righteousness in his heart? This is more shocking than being able to recite the Analects by heart.
Everyone suppressed the thoughts in their minds and looked at the monsters. Although the more than one hundred monsters were temporarily intimidated, they would pounce on them in a dozen breaths at most.
No one has the confidence to defeat these more than one hundred monsters.
No matter how powerful a scholar's war poem is, it cannot kill so many monsters. After all, a scholar is only a basic literary position. With this level of strength, it is impossible to write large-scale attack war poems like "Dafengge" or "Canglangxing" because the talent is not enough. Even the sub-sage could not do it when he was a scholar.
One juren can kill all these monsters here, but fifteen students and scholars cannot.
Poems about killing enemies are not acceptable, but poems about strengthening the army are acceptable, although there were no poems about strengthening the army by scholars in Shengyuan Continent before this.
Fang Yun thought of an ancient poem that could be used as a poem to strengthen the army, and lowered his head to pick up the demon-killing pen.
Ma Yuan stretched out his hand to Fang Yun and said, "Lend me the demon-killing brush. I want to kill the demon!"
Fang Yun dipped the demon-killing pen in dragon blood ink and said without even looking up, "Protect me!"
After saying that, Fang Yun quickly wrote on the paper in the simplest cursive script, starting with the title of the poem, "Capturing the King."
"Is Fang Yun crazy?"
Everyone didn't care that there were hundreds of demons in front of them. They all looked at Fang Yun in surprise. A pre-saint student didn't give the demon-slaying pen that could enhance the killing poem to Ma Yuan, who had the most talent, but instead asked others to protect him. What was the difference between this and burying everyone's lives? With such a person in the team, what morale could there be
However, when Fang Yun finished writing the first sentence "When drawing the bow, one must pull it with all its strength", everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.
A layer of precious light appeared on the paper.
"Original Baoguang!" Lu Yu exclaimed in surprise.
When Fang Yun finished writing the second sentence "Use long arrows", the second layer of precious light covered him.
"The first precious light!"
After writing “Shoot the horse first when shooting a person”, the third layer of precious light appeared.
"A treasure passed down from generation to generation!" Half of the scholars couldn't help but say it out loud.
Fang Yun then wrote the fourth sentence "Capture the leader first", and then put a period to indicate that he was done.
The power light representing the Dragon Blood Ink and the Demon-Slaying Pen formed a fourth layer of light, but it only covered 40% of the paper.
When the monsters woke up, the powerful poem of strong soldiers, which had increased by 340%, began to burn, turning into white light and falling on everyone, while dispelling the power of Mr. Wang's previous poem of strong soldiers.
No one else changed, but the bow and arrow on the archer immediately emitted a faint white light.
Ma Yuan said in ecstasy: "What are you looking at! Shoot quickly! Kill the demon soldiers first!"
All the archers woke up as if from a dream and immediately drew their bows and shot.
Fifteen glowing arrows, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, instantly hit the heads of fifteen demon soldiers.
The huge tiger monster slowly fell to the ground. Only half of the arrow was exposed in the center of the word "王" on its forehead, and the other half of the arrow was stuck in the tiger monster's brain.
The Mingqi bird was pierced by an arrow and was finally nailed to a tree seven feet away, with its mouth open before it died.
Without exception, all fifteen demon soldiers were hit in the most vital parts by arrows, just as the poem says, "When shooting a man, shoot the horse first; when capturing a thief, capture the king first."
Not only were all the monsters stunned, but even the fifteen archers on the human side were stunned.
Lu Yu said: "Even if the arrow shot by the scholar's strong soldier poem, at most it would only hurt the tiger monster, but it could not penetrate the tiger monster's head. Fang Yun is obviously a saint... No! Fang Yun is a saint-level scholar!"
"Keep shooting! Time is limited," Fang Yun said, thinking that it was a pity that the second half of the original poem was too negative and it could not be a war poem if it was written down. However, the first half alone was so powerful that it was worthy of being a poem by the great poet Du Fu.
Fifteen archers drew their bows and shot arrows again, and fifteen more demon soldiers died.
After only two rounds of shooting, only five demon soldiers were left.
Although the monsters below the level of monster general have low intelligence, they are not so stupid as to not fear death, especially when they encounter a "suspected great scholar" and a sharpshooter who never misses a shot, and without the command of a monster general, they finally have the intention to retreat and slowly retreat.
How could the fifteen archers miss this godsend opportunity? They started the third round of shooting.
Seventeen demons died this time, and two were pierced.
All the monsters turned around and fled like frightened birds, and some frightened monsters kept repeating a word.
"Great scholar!"
"Great scholar!"
Upon hearing this, the leopard monster that was entangled with Mr. Wang turned around and ran away, not caring about the bear monster who was attacked by the two scholars.
Mr. Wang felt strange and turned around and ran back, only to see the monsters fleeing frantically. He didn't care about them and quickly saw Fang Yun and others with the help of the running poem. If Ma Yuan and others hadn't stopped them, those archers and the young scholar would have wanted to chase them.
"A mouse dares to chase a group of cats?" Mr. Wang wondered.
Mr. Wang then saw the corpses of monsters all over the ground. Without exception, all of them had been pierced through the brain by an arrow. Finally, he stared at the dead Mingqi on the tree in a daze.
"Is it that my poem about strong soldiers has suddenly become famous, or is it that a great scholar really passed by?" he muttered to himself.
Lu Yu shouted happily: "Sir, Sir! Fang Yuncheng is a scholar before the saint, and he also created a poem for scholars to strengthen the army, the best in the history! From now on, our scholars can also use poems to strengthen the army."
Mr. Wang looked at Fang Yun and said, "That's impossible! I just warned you with the Five-Move Grand Scholar, and you became a scholar in front of a saint? You even created a poem about a scholar strengthening his army. If I warned you with the Half-Saint, would you create a poem about a scholar killing a scholar?"
"It's possible." Lu Yu nodded.
The little fox immediately jumped around excitedly, supporting Mr. Wang's statement.