The shock on Zong Hou's face lasted for a long time. After falling back to the sea, he looked at the Black Mist Assassin with lingering fear, and bowed to Fang Yun, saying: "There is one thing I don't understand. Did you know the ability of this Lian Shi assassin a long time ago, or did he find my flaw himself and blast me into the air?"
Fang Yun answered truthfully: "It's his own way of fighting."
"Alas... a miraculous person, a miraculous poem." Zong Hou looked at the Lian Shi Assassin with envy on his face.
The battlefield on the sea dissipated and Zong Hou turned and left.
Fang Yun looked around and found countless people discussing this couplet of poems.
"How long has it been since two soul poems appeared? I remember Cao Cao wrote one back then. Oh, and Zong Sheng also wrote one. However, Zong Sheng wrote two soul poems after becoming a university scholar, and the power of that poem was equivalent to the war poems of the Hanlin Academy, making it useless. If he could form a three soul poem, its power might far exceed that of ordinary university scholar war poems, but he didn't do it in the end."
"Yes, Fang Xusheng was much younger than the Zongsheng at that time."
"This Lian Shi assassin is too scary. He is simply the nemesis of scholars like me! The demons are good at frontal combat. We have many ways to defend against him, but this assassin is good at sneak attacks. It is hard to defend against him."
"However, the most terrifying thing about this Lian Shi assassin is not his sneak attacks, but his ability to find weaknesses. We have all studied war poems from past dynasties, but it is unprecedented that a second-level war poem can have such a terrifying fighting method."
"Who said this poem is so wonderful? It contains two of the four great assassins. If all four of them were together, the entire demon world would be shocked."
"The only pity is that it is not a poem that will be passed down through the ages."
"A legendary linked poem? There is none so far. If there really is a legendary linked poem, the human race will surely prosper. In a fight between an ordinary scholar and a demon commander, the odds of winning and losing are 30-70, but if there is a scholar linked poem, the odds of winning and losing are almost 50-50. The most important thing is that the third-level battle poem is too difficult. There are hundreds of millions of humans. Only a few thousand people have mastered the third-level battle poem. However, there are countless people who have mastered the second-level battle poem. Once there is a legendary linked poem, as long as you practice it to the second level, the power will be stronger than the third-level battle poem of the same level, and it is easier to practice!"
"By then, everyone will be as crazy about poetry as a poet!"
"Just wait patiently."
Zhang Poyue said, "It's the third person. Hey... Have you noticed that the ten people from Qing Kingdom are good at different things? Fang Bo is good at frontal combat, Zong Hou is good at miscellaneous skills, and the third person is the famous painter Zhang Huzhu. He is an expert in battle paintings. The fourth person is Mo Tuo, a disciple of the Mohist branch. Ordinary Mohist scholars and even Hanlin can only control one mechanical beast, but he has the ability to control two machines, which is equivalent to two people fighting! The fifth person is..."
Zhang Poyue counted the ten people from the Qing Kingdom and found that none of them had the same strengths.
"It seems that Lord Qing is very careful. If the ten people have similar advantages, then Fang Xusheng only needs to defeat one person to defeat all ten."
"They're really trying. They have a clear chance of winning. But they still resort to this trick."
Minister Jiang Hechuan looked at Fang Yun in the field, then looked in the direction of the King of Qing, and fell into deep thought.
Zhang Huzhu was an old man with a particularly kind face, over 80 years old, with white hair and beard, and a slight hunchback.
"Compared with the others, I'm just a rough man. I'm not good at poetry or scriptures. The only thing I'm good at is painting. I hope Saint Fang Xu won't blame me for lowering the realm of your enemies." Zhang Huzhu walked while talking eloquently.
"You are too modest, old sir." Fang Yun said politely.
Zhang Huzhu said with a smile: "I still regret it to this day. If I had known that your lectures on painting could cause a lot of excitement, I would have gone to Jingguo to listen to your lectures even if it cost me my life. You don't know that I just talked about that day's excitement with that old killer Ruan Ling a few days ago, and how he laughed at me."
"I remember Master Ruan Ling once went there."
Fang Yun nodded. He remembered it very clearly. On the second day after he completed Lingyan Pavilion, he was teaching painting and calligraphy techniques at Jingguo Academy. The Lei family invited Ruan Ling, a third-level painter, to give a lecture on the technique. However, Ruan Ling did not give Fang Yun a hard time. Instead, he devoted himself to learning Fang Yun's new painting techniques.
Afterwards, Ruan Ling announced to the public that he had repaid the Lei family's kindness and would have nothing to do with them anymore, which made the Lei family so angry that they started cursing at them.
Ruan Ling and Zhang Huzhu both have reached the third realm of painting, "coming alive on paper". Although Zhang Huzhu is only a Jinshi, he has fought in the battlefield for many years. In terms of the proficiency of his war paintings, he is still better than Zhang Huzhu.
Fang Yun pondered in his mind, even though Zhang Huzhu was ranked third and seemed to be at the bottom of the ten in terms of strength, due to the rules of the literary battle, this person was far more difficult to deal with than many others.
Because Zhang Huzhu chose to use his own battle painting at the cost of giving up three treasures.
All the war paintings were made by him before, and he can use them at will.
Fang Yun had heard of the name Zhang Huzhu a long time ago. This man's battle paintings could kill ordinary demon lords effortlessly. His most brilliant achievement was that he single-handedly blocked a demon king for an hour, and finally waited for reinforcements to leave safely.
Fang Yun felt a headache when he learned that he was among the ten people. No matter how powerful Qiu Chongshan's Jiaoya Ancient Spear was, no matter how strong Zong Jibing's soldier talent and sub-saint status were, no matter how amazing Qu Hange's chess and piano skills were, it was impossible for them to stop a demon king for an hour.
Zhang Huzhu smiled and continued, "I am not very talented, but I have made some achievements in painting. In recent years, I have painted several masterpieces that I am proud of."
Hearing this, Fang Yun's heart skipped a beat. A peak battle painting would definitely take more than half a year to create. This meant that he was using temporary strength to fight against the enemy's strength that had been accumulated for half a year. Moreover, this strength would be used more than once, so the chances of winning were extremely slim.
The key point is that the information shows that Zhang Huzhu, like Qu Hange, is a person who actively requested a literary battle.
"But..." Zhang Huzhu suddenly changed the subject and said, "One painting is to be given to someone, another one I can't bear to use, and the third one I'm keeping to exchange for something I need. As for the others, I'll leave them to my useless descendants. With those paintings, at least five generations won't have to worry about food and drink. Alas, being an elder means worrying."
When Fang Yun heard this, he was filled with awe.
There was a sudden chaos at the Qing Kingdom's table.
"This old man! How can you play it like this!"
"Traitors! Traitors! Their entire clan should be killed!"
"I almost got admitted to his school. I was so blind back then!"
Many scholars of low status started to shout and curse, while those of higher status did not say a word.
"Shut up!" A loud shout silenced everyone's voices. Some people were unwilling to accept the answer and wanted to retort, but they found that they could not make any sound at all.
Some people looked in the direction of the voice with fear and trepidation, and it turned out to be Mr. Xun from the Xun family, the current acting head of the family and the designated next head of the Xun family.
Both the Zong family and Qing Jun were as obedient as little rabbits, with their heads down and eyebrows lowered, completely devoid of the tense look they had in front of Fang Yun before.
An old scholar from the Xun family sneered and said, "In this literary war, regardless of victory or defeat, only Mr. Hu Zhu can save my Qing country from stigma."
Many people suddenly realized it after a little thought.
If Zhang Huzhu really wanted to do this for his descendants, he could just use those paintings on Fang Yun. If he lost, the Qing royal family would pay him an equivalent amount of compensation. If he won, Zhang Huzhu would gain more than a hundred times the profit! .
(To be continued…)