Amid great expectations, Fang Yi composed today's fourth battle poem.
"This poem is called "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"."
This is a war cry.
Everyone looked at Fang Yi expectantly.
"Autumn comes and the scenery is strange. I don't notice the geese leaving Hengyang. There are sounds from all directions. For thousands of miles, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, so the city is closed."
Fang Yi chanted softly, and with just a few sentences, he outlined and described the scenery of the Northland vividly.
The scenery in the north is different from that in Dali. The autumn wind is bleak, wild geese fly south, drums and horns sound all around, and the lonely city is closed under the long smoke and sunset.
"Fang Yi is really astonishing. With just a few strokes, he outlines the scenery of the North. Not a word more, not a point less. He uses it just right, making people understand the scenery by hearing the words." Some great scholars began to admire. .
"Fang Yi was born in the North and grew up there all year round. You see, most of the poems he wrote are poems about life in the North. It can be seen that this son has an amazing poetic talent since he was a child, but we did not discover it." The great scholar analyzed this poem written by Fang Yi based on his origin.
The other great scholars nodded. Yes, Fang Yi was born in the North and grew up there. The poems he composed naturally contain the bitterness and coldness of the North.
Fang Yi was not affected in any way and continued to read.
"A glass of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home."
"The ground of Qiang Guan is covered with frost. People can't sleep. The general's hair is white and his husband is in tears."
The upper que depicts scenery, and the lower que expresses emotions. Fang Yi's writing of the lower que is even more touching.
From the beginning of drunkenness to the general's gray hair and the tears of the soldiers, why is this not the case for the good man of the North?
They longed to return victoriously, but they were stuck in the mire of the North and unable to extricate themselves.
This film is so emotional, it can be said to be tear-jerking, tragic and desolate!
The great scholars continued to praise and analyze this war speech.
To be honest, this battle speech is at least in the fifth level.
Of course, the most excited person at this time was none other than Zhao Wujiru.
After Fang Yi finished this poem, Zhao Wuji stood there blankly.
He stopped taking action and closed his eyes tightly.
He saw himself in these first words of war.
Fang Yi's words reflect themselves.
The state of mind of Zhao Wuji and that general were exactly the same at this moment. Zhao Wuji had never surrendered in his life fighting against the demons, fighting against heaven and earth.
With a seventh-level body, he killed an eighth-level demon. Although he was seriously injured and died soon, Zhao Wuji never regretted it.
He only hates himself. He wants to kill the thief but is unable to save himself.
If he were an eighth-level scholar, he would definitely kill all the demon clan's cubs and return a peaceful world to the human race.
"The general has white hair and conquers the husband with tears." Zhao Wuji recited in a low voice, with hot tears rolling down his face: "Isn't this written by me, Zhao Wuji?"
In an instant, the aura around Zhao Wuji began to rise and change, and what was even more terrifying was the change in Zhao Wuji's face.
In an instant, wrinkles began to appear on Zhao Wuji's face, and he frowned.
His body began to stoop, like an old man about to die.
His hair grew white, and his black hair instantly turned into snow.
Everyone looked at Zhao Wuji's changes in disbelief, not knowing what happened.
However, Song Zhiwen was the only one who sighed at this time: "Congratulations to brother Wuji, the eighth grade is coming soon."
Song Zhiwen stopped, and glanced at Fang Yi with complicated eyes, filled with both appreciation and resentment. He admired him because Fang Yi really had "astonishing" poetic talent.
Fang Yi was unprecedented in writing four war poems in a row, and it would be difficult for others to do so later on.
No one can break the record left by Fang Yi.
But such a genius wanted to oppose Song Zhiwen, which made Song Daru feel very uncomfortable.
The other great scholars were too low, but Song Zhiwen knew that Zhao Wuji had already entered the true threshold of the eighth rank. He had already stepped in with both feet. Zhao Wuji, the eighth rank, was within sight and within reach.
Although the other scholars didn't know why Zhao Wuji suddenly changed so drastically, they could feel that the fighting spirit in Zhao Wuji was much stronger than before.
This was not enough, they even sensed that the power in Zhao Wuji's body at this time was almost the same as the power fluctuation in Song Zhiwen's body just now.
Does this actually mean that Zhao Wuji has reached the eighth level?
After a long time, Zhao Wuji opened his eyes, and a brilliant light shot out of his eyes.
Just hearing a "bang", the power instantly pierced the seal here. Just now, Song Daru used his own power to seal the entire battlefield, but now it was broken.
Zao Wuji's white hair instantly turned into black hair again. There were still tears in the corners of his eyes, but his body returned to its former burly and strong state.
He looked at Song Zhiwen: "Song Zhiwen, it's still a little worse. I still need to use you as a touchstone!"
"As you wish." Song Zhiwen nodded and took off the ring on his right ring finger.
However, before taking it off, Song Zhiwen looked at Zhao Wuji.
"This time, if you stop and go back to comprehend for a few years, you will definitely reach the eighth level. But if you continue to fight me and damage your foundation, you will really have no hope of the eighth level in this life." Song Zhiwen said with some regret: " Are you sure you want to continue fighting me??"
"Fang Yi has amazing poetic talent, and I am convinced, but can Fang Yi still be able to write more powerful war poems?" Song Zhiwen shook his head, "Fang Yi may still be able to write war poems, but since " It seems that each song is stronger than the other, including "On the Military March", "Gate Night", "Ancient Meaning", and "The Thoughts of the Fisherman's Proud Autumn". By "The Thoughts of the Fisherman's Proud Autumn", it has reached its peak, and coincidentally, "The Thoughts of the Fisherman's Proud Autumn" has become the most popular one. You understand the opportunity to break the path."
"Can Fang Yi really write more powerful war poems?" Song Zhiwen sneered: "Can Fang Yi also write war poems that are just enough for you to have an epiphany and break the path?"
"Song Zhiwen, you are talking too much nonsense!" Zhao Wuji roared: "Today you and I will fight until death!"
The aura on Zhao Wuji's body was violent and terrifying, and he swung his sword again, slashing towards Song Zhiwen.
Song Zhiwen took off the ring on the ring finger of his right hand without hesitation.
"Okay, I will show you today what kind of power a prosperous eighth-grade scholar has!" After Song Zhiwen took off the ring on his ring finger, the aura around him became extremely powerful again, and his figure disappeared instantly. , the whole person turned into the talent of this place, and imprisoned this world again.
Incarnating the heaven and earth with my body, I have no shadow or form.
"Kill!!" Zhao Wuji continued to shout kill, but the sword energy was swaying, but it could not break the prison.
However, what is even more despairing is that the confinement of this world is gradually beginning to shrink.
The pressure around him was so oppressive that it made people breathless.
Fang Yi was panting and sweating profusely.
"The great scholar of the Song Dynasty is going to use his full strength..." A great scholar sighed and spoke.
They had never seen an eighth-grade scholar in his heyday, and they had no idea how powerful such a being could be.
This time, they saw it.
Soon, Fang Yi felt that he was almost out of breath.
Zhao Wuji turned to look at Fang Yi and asked again: "Little friend Fang Yi, do you still have some war poems?"
Fang Yi struggled and said, "Yes!"
The great scholars are no longer shocked.
Because I have been shocked, too many times.
They had known that Fang Yi would tell this answer. This answer was really not surprising at all.
They were not shocked, but looking forward to it.
"Haha." Zhao Wuji turned his body into a sword, stabbed the surrounding blockade fiercely, and said with a smile: "Please give me some poetry, little friend Fang Yi!"
The power of this sword greatly slowed down the speed of the surrounding seals blocking the world, allowing Fang Yi to breathe again.
"This poem is called "Bai Xuege Sends Zhao Daru to Break the Way"!" Fang Yi glanced at the world blockade at this time, smiled and said: "Song Daru questions whether Fang Yi can compose war poems?"
"Today, Fang Yi will compose another song and ask Song Daru to have a look!"
"Haha, hahaha." Zhao Wuji couldn't stop laughing wildly: "Song Zhiwen, let's hear how little friend Fang Yi slapped you in the face!!"
The other great scholars also became energetic instantly.
The name of this poem is very strong. It is actually sent to Zhao Daru and helps him break the path? ?
But how can it be so easy to break the path?
Fang Yi ignored everyone's comments and recited the next war poem.
"The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and the sky is full of snow in August."
"Another Northland war poem!!" The other scholars made their judgment after hearing the first line of the poem.
"Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom."
"Wonderful." After hearing this sentence, many great scholars' eyes lit up. The vast snow in the north fell on the treetops, as if spring came one night and blew open the white pear blossoms of thousands of trees.
"The pen of heaven!!" Some great scholars exclaimed.
Fang Yi's brain is indeed incomparable to that of human beings. How did he get such a talent from heaven?
"Scattered into the bead curtain and wet the silk curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin."
This sentence was made, but it suddenly pulled people back. It was the cold snow in the north, not thousands of pear blossoms.
"The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are too cold to bear."
"The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away."
"The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and harps."
"Snow falls on the camp gate one after another, and the red flag is blown by the wind and cannot be turned over by the cold."
When these Eight Ques poems were written, everyone felt the cold immersively. These Eight Ques, together with the previous sentence, conveyed the bitter cold of the North to the core, which can be said to be immersive.
In these poems, there is not a single word that says "cold", but you can feel the cold in every sentence.
This is the strength of the pen that can write such a poem.
"Send you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you leave, the Tianshan Road is covered with snow."
"You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, but there is a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow."
Fang Yi worked hard and wrote the last four lines of poetry.
Suddenly, the aura on Zhao Wuji became even more violent.
He turned around and looked at Fang Yi at this time, with a soft look between his brows.
If we say that those few war poems just now gave birth to the fighting and killing intent in Zhao Wuji, they helped him reach the peak of his combat power in one fell swoop, and he had the combat power to hit the eighth level.
Then, this war poem has the flavor of spring breeze and rain, and has a transcendent temperament. This poem describes the bitter cold in the north, but it is majestic and magnificent, full of romantic imagination.
The final farewell sentence looks like an ordinary farewell poem, but when placed here, it has a strange temperament.
Fang Yi was not saying goodbye, but praising and thanking Zhao Wuji for his dedication and help.
He expressed his gratitude to Zao Wou-ki for his efforts with the magnificent scenery and interesting scenes in the north.
Zhao Wuji was willing to stand up for Fang Yi, and so was Fang Yi. Compared with others, the relationship between Zhao Wuji and Fang Yi is more pure.
Both of them are just pursuing "fairness".
"This is a fifth-level war poem!!" A great scholar said.
"I originally thought "The Fisherman's Ao Qiu Si" was the pinnacle, but I didn't expect that until this one came out, I felt that Fang Yi's battle poems were better and more powerful than the last!" Some great scholars were also amazed.
"This poem is majestic and has a lofty artistic conception, especially the line 'Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom' will surely become a famous line that will be passed down through the ages." A great scholar spoke in analysis.
Zhao Wuji smiled slightly, and all the violent killing intent and fierce fighting intent disappeared at this moment.
At the same time, the aura on his body was also undergoing huge changes.
If the previous Zao Wuji was a hedgehog, his body was covered with thorns and his sharp edge was clearly visible, so he was called a madman.
So the current Zao Wuji is the spring breeze turning into rain, the light of three springs.
Warm power erupted around him, but under that power, an even more terrifying power surged.
"I underestimated you, Fang Yi." Song Zhiwen's voice suddenly sounded at this time: "Wujiru, congratulations on finally making up for the last shortcoming, helping you stabilize your state of mind, and officially enter the hall and become an eighth-level Confucian. Got it!"
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