"If one song doesn't work, Fang Yi can still make a second one." Fang Yi said loudly.
"He also has war poems??" Many great scholars were discussing at this time.
Fang Yi has an astonishing poetic talent, which is known to many great scholars. He is quite talented in poetry. He can easily create poems that will last forever, and his war poems are even more unique.
Shu Middle School Palace had previously sent two great scholars to Jiangnan Academy to plunder talents for Fang Yi. Many great scholars present were very aware of this.
This time, Fang Yi takes action again, and this song "Walking in the Army" is equally wonderful.
Many of the great scholars present were top academics who had read poetry and books. How could they not understand what Fang Yi meant after reading "The Military March".
The first three paragraphs are all about the war in the North, and the last sentence is the finishing touch.
I would rather be a centurion in this mighty battle than a scheming scholar.
This poem is very suitable to be used in this place.
The back-and-forth calculations between these top scholars made Fang Yi dissatisfied. What was wrong with Fang Yi? ?
He Fang Yi just wanted justice. 33
They fought bloody battles, destroyed the demonic realm, and made great contributions to Confucianism and Taoism in the future. Don't they deserve justice? ?
If this is the case, who among the Confucians and Taoists in the world is willing to work so hard? ?
This poem not only satirizes the great Confucians here, but also expresses Fang Yi's mood.
He is indeed an astonishing poetic talent.
This time, Fang Yi said that he actually had a second poem, which made everyone even more excited.
"Fang Yi's second poem is called "Ge Night"!" Fang Yi said loudly at this time.
"At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to shorten the scene, and the frost and snow in the sky are cold at night."
As Fang Yi read out the first sentence, the energy around him shook, and in conjunction with the starlight of Wenqu, it fell on Zhao Wuji's body.
These war poems were all given to Zhao Wuji by Fang Yi.
He wanted to help Zhao Wuji become an eighth-level scholar, or increase Zhao Wuji's combat power so that he could compete with Song Zhiwen.
"Hahaha." Zhao Wuji laughed wildly: "It's so wonderful. Just listening to the first sentence of this war poem makes me feel that it is a shocking war poem. Today, I will use the help of my little friend to reach the top!! "
"Song Zhiwen, come here and die!!" Zhao Wuji has always had a bad temper. He had no temper when he was beaten by Zhao Wuji just now. He was already holding back his anger. At this moment, with the blessing of the first battle poem, he The combat power increased dozens of times.
"Kill!!" Zhao Wuji swung out his sword, wrapped in the treasure of war poetry, which instantly increased tenfold and slashed at Song Zhiwen.
"Although war poems are powerful, you have to be able to compose them yourself." Song Daru was not afraid, and with a tap of his finger, he shattered Zhao Wuji's sword with one finger.
Then another point hit Zhao Wuji's body.
But Zhao Wuji stood there without even moving. With the blessing of Fang Yi's war poems, he didn't know how many times his combat power was stronger than before.
Just now, Song Daru's blow was enough to seriously injure Zhao Wuji.
But now, everything is different.
At the same time, Fang Yi read out the second sentence.
"The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn, and the shadow of the stars in the Three Gorges is shaken."
The sound of war drums suddenly started up all around, and with the terrifying sound of the war drums, Zhao Wuji felt that his strength had improved even more.
At this time, Song Zhiwen could no longer do anything to him. Zhao Wuji had already fought back and forth with Song Zhiwen before he took action.
"Come on, let's fight, what, this won't work??" Zhao Wuji laughed wildly, and kept getting closer to Song Zhiwen. The sounds of collisions between the two came one after another, and the battle began to become more and more intense.
Fang Yi accelerated the progress.
"Thousands of families cried out in the wilds when they heard about the war, and fishermen and woodcutters sprang up in several places in Yige."
"The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end up in the loess, and the human affairs news is full of loneliness."
"Another eternal poem!!" The great scholars in the audience all looked at Fang Yi blankly.
Fang Yi raised his hand and composed another war poem.
Sometimes these great scholars themselves also think that they really have no idea what Fang Yi's brain is like.
Why can he compose a stunning poem with just a few movements of his hands?
Moreover, many great scholars have speculated that these two war poems should be at least the fourth realm of war poems.
The aura on Zhao Wuji's body became more and more violent. The war poems written by Fang Yi were given to Zhao Wuji. The power of the war poems was naturally added to Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji's combat power has more than doubled than before.
This time, Song Zhiwen finally stopped being underestimated.
If he continues like this, he might really be defeated by Zhao Wuji.
"Wujiru, the power of two battle poems is enough to double your combat power. However, this is still not enough for Song." Song Zhiwen no longer suppressed his power at this time. On the ring finger of his left hand, he took off a jade ring.
Under everyone's incredible gazes, Song Zhiwen whispered: "Unblock!!"
The next moment, Song Zhiwen's power was several times stronger than it was now.
"Just now, I only used one-third of my strength. I thought that I wouldn't be able to use that much strength to deal with you, but now, at least this kid has impressed me." Song Zhiwen explained: "Today, Song will play nice with you."
"What??" The scholars looked at Song Zhiwen in shock, completely in disbelief.
Song Zhiwen actually sealed his own power before? ?
So how powerful is he?
Previously, he only used one-third of his strength to defeat more than 20 great scholars, including Zhao Wuji, who had reached the eighth-level threshold.
"Song Daru also has a ring on his hand." At this moment, a great scholar in the audience exclaimed in shock.
Everyone looked carefully and found that it was true that there was also a ring on the ring finger of Song Zhiwen's right hand.
This means that even now Song Zhiwen is still not using all his strength, he still has some remaining strength.
Now, he was using up to two-thirds of his strength.
But despite this, everyone has already felt the power of oppression, flooding the surroundings.
Even in the exclusive viewing area, they felt the pressure from Song Daru.
The atmosphere of Song Daru is everywhere around the world.
Only then did they realize what the difference was between the real eighth-grade and seventh-grade.
To them, Song Zhiwen's eighth grade was simply a god-like method.
"Wujiru forced Song Zhiwen to use two-thirds of his strength. Fang Yi and you are proud of yourself. Even if I fought against a great demon of the demon clan, he did not force me to unblock myself." The power." Song Zhiwen said with a smile at this time: "Today, let Song tell you why I am the eighth grade, why I am the Prime Minister, and you, at best, can only touch the eighth grade. threshold!"
Song Zhiwen's power instantly sealed the fighting area.
"Boom!!" As soon as Song Zhiwen raised his hand, a powerful storm of power swept towards Zhao Wuji.
"Boom boom boom!!" The overwhelming storm of talent exploded all over Zao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji groaned, but still stood firm.
Fang Yi was also blocked by the terrifying power of talent around him. It seemed that nothing in the world could escape Song Zhiwen's power seal.
Fang Yi wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't even move, let alone stand up, or speak.
Until, Wenquxing in his Wen Palace seemed to sense the crisis Fang Yi was facing at this time, and the Wenquxing fragments began to emit strange light, illuminating Fang Yi's whole body.
Only then did Fang Yi's originally stiff body feel liberated.
Fang Yi moved his body.
Then he spoke loudly: "Song Daru can unblock the power, which is really strong, but Fang Yi still has poems to give to Zhao Daru!!"
Fang Yi's words shocked everyone.
This is really crazy.
Fang Yi actually has poems?
He can still compose poems, but how many poems does he have and how he composes them? Each of them is a masterpiece.
If Fang Yi continues to do this, he may become a saint through poetry.
Could it be that, with the development of Confucianism and Taoism to this day, is there really going to be a sage of poetry?
"Hahaha, hahaha." Zhao Wuji was still laughing wildly: "Today is really the happiest day for Zhao Wuji. Such a powerful war poem is presented to Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji died in battle today, so what! "
"Song Dynasty scholar, today, Fang Yi is going to write the third war poem, called "Ancient Meaning"." Fang Yi stood up straight and began to recite.
"The man is on the long march, and I am a young and beautiful guest."
Fang Yi read out one sentence as if he was narrating it to himself.
"The horse's hoof is the reason why he is seven feet lighter when he wins the bet."
"Don't dare to kill someone, you must be like a hedgehog."
Fang Yiyou read out four lines of poetry in succession, his voice sonorous and graceful, full of killing intent.
"The white clouds are flying at the bottom of the yellow clouds, and you will not be able to return until you repay your kindness."
"The young woman from Liaodong is fifteen years old and is accustomed to playing the pipa and singing and dancing."
"The sound of the Qiang flute now makes all our troops burst into tears like rain."
At the end of the sentence, everyone only felt that they were in the vast Northland, and saw countless heroes from Dali killing the enemy on the battlefield in the Northland. When fighting, they were desperate for their own lives, killing people and sucking blood, not making military exploits, and vowing not to return until they died. Suddenly During this time, there was a young woman in her fifteenth year in Liaodong who was good at playing the pipa and singing and dancing. She played the song "Out of the Fortress" on the Qiang flute, which made the soldiers of the three armies shed tears like rain.
That was the war in the North.
For a time, all the great scholars had mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.
Even if the great scholars wanted to analyze this war poem before, they didn't know where to start.
A desolate atmosphere came, with the sounds of fighting and fighting all around, the rumble of iron hooves, and the vastness of the north.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji's eyes burst out with murderous intent: "Today, I will also attack the eighth level and see."
With that said, Zhao Wuji slashed at Song Zhiwen with his sword: "I will use you as my touchstone!!"
"Wujiru, he understood the murderous intention in this war poem!!" A great scholar said.
This war poem is as murderous as a knife, but as desolate as snow. The last sentence "makes our three armies burst into tears like rain" is simply a stroke of heaven, causing people extreme pain, yet still surviving the desperate situation.
Zao Wou-Ki gained a lot from this battle poem, and his fighting spirit became even stronger.
"If you can advance to the eighth level in the battle with me, what's the point of me being your touchstone?" Song Zhiwen laughed loudly, stretched out his big hand, and directly cut off Zhao Wuji's terrifying sword.
Zhao Wuji did not answer at this time, but turned to look at Fang Yi.
"Little friend Fang Yi, do you still have some war poems to give me??"
Zao Wuji entered the critical moment of understanding the realm of the eighth-grade Confucian, but at this time, three war poems were not enough.
Therefore, he asked Fang Yi.
The eyes of other great scholars were also focused on Fang Yi.
Fang Yi, can he still write war poems? ?
Fang Yi laughed loudly: "Everyone says that I have a world-shaking poetic talent. Today, Fang Yi is arrogant for a moment. Let me show you what a world-shaking talent is!"
"Zhao Daru wants to compete with poetry, and Fang Yi still has it!"
He can actually write war poems? ?
Many great scholars looked at Fang Yi at this moment, and they were both astonished and excited at the same time.
Some people died, but not completely...
