"Interesting." Bai Zhiyuan seemed to have gotten to know Fang Yi again at this time. He stared at Fang Yi carefully for a long time and then said: "Although I don't know why you are so confident, but since you are so confident, I think it must be What can I rely on?"
"But I, the Shu Middle School, have never been afraid of others relying on me. The five students of mine are the best no matter where they are placed, even the Dali Academy." Bai Zhiyuan continued: "So, Today I want to see how capable you are."
"On behalf of Shu Middle School Palace, I accept your challenge. If we lose, we will be willing to admit defeat. All previous achievements will not count. Are you satisfied with this?" Bai Zhiyuan said at the end, looking at Fang Yi again .
"I hope Academician Bai will keep his word." Fang Yi agreed, and then said with a smile: "Now, we can start."
"Okay, let's start." Chang Quan could only announce the start at this time. His eyes turned to Feng Ziqin, and there seemed to be some questioning in his eyes.
Feng Ziqin nodded. In this situation, Fang Yi could only do this and give it a try. If Fang Yi didn't give it a try, Jiangnan Academy would definitely lose completely.
But once Fang Yi succeeded in gambling, he saved the face of Jiangnan Academy. This was the only way. They all chose to believe in Fang Yi.
At least Feng Ziqin was full of expectations for Fang Yi. This kid could last ten hours under the nine waterfalls. He was definitely not an ordinary genius.
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Under the spotlight of everyone, Fang Yi came to the center of the hall, waiting for the challenge from others.
"Everyone, do you choose to go up one by one, or together??" Fang Yi asked again: "I sincerely suggest that you go together, because I really want to be beaten to death by you, or beat to death by you all .”
"Hahaha, he asked to be beaten to death. Which one of you will go up and beat him to death??" Yun Wufeng had long been dissatisfied with Fang Yi when he jumped up and down like this, so he spoke directly.
"How about we go together??" Tang Wei asked at this time. Tang Bufan was studying at Jiangnan Academy and knew a little about Fang Yi. According to Tang Bufan's previous statement, this Fang Yi was extremely weird. To be on the safe side, , it’s better to go together.
"Let's go together, are you looking down on yourself, or are you looking down on us??" Zhang Heng said at this time: "If we go together, I won't go up, you can go up, but if you want to go up one by one, I will go first !”
Jiang Han and Feng Ling had no intention of joining together, because they also felt that Fang Yi was not that powerful. He looked ordinary. Is it worth it for them to join together? Is he worthy?
Obviously, he doesn't deserve it.
"Now that it's settled, I'll go first!!" Zhang Heng couldn't wait at this moment. He jumped out and looked at Fang Yi: "I heard that Brother Fang has an amazing poetic talent. He wrote a poem called "Fifteenth Night" "Wang Yue Send Qing Yi" and a "Water Melody Song Tou" can be said to be poems of the ages. For those of us students who specialize in poetry, Brother Jian Fang should be worshiped, but it is a pity that these two poems are not war poems. Poems cannot be used to strengthen battles. Today, Zhang Heng is willing to offer some advice and ask Fang Yi to write one or two battle poems."
"If Brother Fang can write one or two poems, then Zhang Heng will be honored even though he is defeated, and he will be willing to do so." Zhang Heng's expression was indescribably solemn at this time. This is not his perfunctory, but his heartfelt words. The art of poetry lies in Among Confucianism and Taoism, it cannot be regarded as the great way, but can only be regarded as the small way.
There are very few Confucian scholars who specialize in poetry. Fang Yi had previously composed a world-shattering poem, which greatly inspired all the Confucian scholars who specialized in poetry.
This time, if Fang Yi can write a war poem, even one or two, it will be a big surprise for them.
"Brother Fang, you are showing off your shame!!" Zhang Heng once again displayed his war poetry.
"The world is a little red,"
"Incomparable to the bright moon and the green wind;"
"I have to break all laws with one sword,"
"I will always hate Shui Changdong!"
This is a second-level war poem that can be condensed into the Qingfeng Sword and the Bright Moon Sword. With the blessing of the two long swords, it can double Zhang Heng's combat power.
This is the role of war poetry. Powerful war poetry can even multiply the combat effectiveness of Confucian scholars several times.
Two red long swords instantly gathered in front of Zhang Heng. As long as Zhang Heng made a slight move, the two long swords would rise into the sky and stab Fang Yi.
Shangguan Mingyue lost just now because he could only block one of the swords, but could not block the second one.
"Hahaha, since you sincerely ask for advice, I will give you some pointers!" Fang Yi laughed loudly at this time.
He was full of energy and walked towards Zhang Heng.
It was also when he took the first step that he read out the first line of poetry.
"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, urging you to hurry up!"
In an instant, the energy around Fang Yi surged into a terrifying black cloud. The black cloud was as black as ink and extremely frightening. Everyone in the entire hall felt the changes in the energy of heaven and earth.
At this time, they felt like they were in a distant frontier, the desert was desolate, and the enemy's majestic and terrifying army was like black clouds in the sky. The black clouds were overwhelming, making people breathless.
"Dingling bell, dinging bell!" The swords of Qingfeng and Mingyue in front of Zhang Heng were trembling, as if frightened by the momentum of Fang Yi's first poem.
"The armor light opens towards the golden scales of the sun." Fang Yi took the second step calmly.
Golden light shot out from Fang Yi in the blink of an eye. At this moment, Fang Yi's golden talent enveloped him, and instantly condensed into a terrifying and powerful armor, completely covering Fang Yi's body.
"The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, and the night is purple when stuffed with swallow fat."
Fang Yi took the third step. This time, he read out two lines of poetry. In the sound of Fang Yi's poetry, everyone seemed to see the frontier fortress. The autumn wind was bleak, killing all things. In the autumn light, they seemed to see the frontier fortress. The warriors fought among the sound of horns, and the blood had dyed the ground under their feet red, gathering into majestic heroic spirits.
This time, everyone held their breath and did not dare to breathe.
Even sixth-grade bachelors such as Feng Ziqin and Bai Zhiyuan felt their literary hearts trembling at this time, and their whole bodies were trembling.
The Qingfeng Mingyue Sword in front of Zhang Heng was shattered and turned into nothingness.
Zhang Hengdeng immediately groaned, his body softened, and he half-knelt on the ground.
Zhang Heng knew that this was not a complete poem. Fang Yi had not finished reading the poem. He had only finished reading the first four sentences, and Zhang Heng could no longer bear it.
My own second-level war poems are completely inadequate in front of Fang Yi's current war poem. In other words, Fang Yi's poem is only half of it, and he has already reached the second level! !
"A half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River, and the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard." Fang Yi still did not stop, took another step, and read out the second half of the poem.
Fang Yi's talent became stronger again. Not only that, every step Fang Yi took now sounded like a terrible drum sound in everyone's ears.
That was the march signal for the border fortress, the drums were beating continuously, kill the enemy and serve the country! !
Everyone was stunned. How terrible is this war poem? ?
And the result is very likely to be a stunning poem! !
The so-called amazing poetic talent is not an exaggeration, but Fang Yi really has such ability. A poem he composed casually turned out to be an eternal poem! !
"Report your favor on the golden stage, support the Jade Dragon and die for you!" Fang Yi took the last step.
But at the same time, Fang Yi also read out the last line of poetry.
As soon as this poem came out, the whole hall began to tremble. Fang Yi's talents turned into a jade dragon, and then the jade dragon instantly turned into a long sword. The long sword stood quietly in the square. In front of the change, waiting for opportunities.
At this time, Zhang Heng, who was fighting Fang Yi, had already collapsed to the ground and could not move.
He was bleeding from all his orifices, with terrible wounds all over his body, and he was dying.
Fang Yi was condescending, looking at Zhang Heng lying at his feet, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, you asked me for war poems, and I made them. What do you think?"
Zhang Heng couldn't breathe, but it was enough to show how excited he was.
"Let me ask you, are you convinced?" Fang Yi asked again.
Zhang Heng tried his best and nodded.
Of course he was convinced.
This war poem is at least a fourth-level war poem, and may even reach the fifth level.
War poetry is divided into five realms.
The second level can help Confucian scholars increase their combat power, and the third level can quadruple their combat power.
The fourth level can help everyone increase their combat power.
As for the fifth realm, it is a realm in legend. It is said that war poetry that reaches the fifth realm can help an army increase its combat power.
That is an extremely terrible thing.
But now, it was happening right in front of him.
In his lifetime, he can even see the fifth realm of war poems come out! !
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Hearing that Zhang Heng was convinced, all the talent around Fang Yi instantly dissipated like a tide.
The Jade Dragon Sword also completely dissipated at this time, and the energy of heaven and earth returned to normal.
Yes, this war poem is none other than Li He's "The Journey of the Governor of Yanmen". Li He has always been known as the "Poetry Ghost", which means that his poems are extremely magnificent and full of unconstrained imagination. In his poems, , all kinds of images are majestic and colorful, full of romanticism.
This poem "Yanmen Taishou's Journey" is one of his masterpieces. If you take out this poem, who else can do it better than Fang Yi? ?
Others in the audience watched Fang Yi's energy dissipate, and everything around him returned to normal, but they were still a little immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves.
"This poem is rich and mottled, tragic and tragic, and it can be described as a myriad of things." Feng Ziqin couldn't help but sigh. Although he didn't practice poetry, he still had the basic aesthetics.
"The whole poem about fighting and killing can be described as tragic. Among war poems, in terms of combat power, this poem should be the best in the world!" Academician Bai Zhiyuan couldn't help but praise. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to say it. , this poem by Fang Yi is really well done.
