The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2302 The Light of Treasures Moves the Burial Ground

Not only did the three great scholars look around in surprise, but even the ancient corpses felt the vibration of the heaven and earth's vitality and looked around.

The ancient corpse of the Bull King even slowed down suddenly and became alert.

After the three great scholars looked around, they looked at Fang Yun almost at the same time.

Fang Yun stood on Pingbu Qingyun. Although he was a great scholar, he was dressed in the blue robe of a university scholar. He was concentrating on holding the great scholar's writing brush and writing on a pale golden holy page.

This time, he did not use the writing brush to write quickly, but wrote word by word as if he was writing normally. This made every stroke have the shadow of a sword and every word have the shape of mountains and rivers. Fang Yun's calligraphy realm was actually close to the fourth realm. If he calmed down and practiced for a period of time, he would be able to write like a dragon and a snake.

The ancient corpse of the Bull King continued to attack Fang Yun, but Fang Yun was doing two things at the same time, and he had many back-ups such as Xingliu, so it had no way to deal with Fang Yun.

The three great scholars' divine thoughts rose into the air and looked at the words on the holy page from a high place.

I look at the sword under the lamp while drunk, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp.

Eight hundred miles of roast meat for the subordinates, fifty strings of music from the frontier.

Autumn military training on the battlefield!

The horse is as fast as Lu, and the bow is as loud as thunder.

I will finish the king's affairs and win a good reputation in life and after death.

I will not regret my white hair!

In the process of writing, the breath of the whole poem is constantly released, and the vitality of heaven and earth is like a moth to a flame, and it seems that this holy page is a big hole in the sky, swallowing up all the vitality of heaven and earth.

However, in an instant, the vitality of heaven and earth nearby was swallowed up.

The three great scholars had to use other powers such as the True Dragon Ancient Sword, and the movements of those ancient corpses became slow, and their attacks became weak. Without enough vitality of heaven and earth, many of their methods could not be used.

When the last word fell, a magnificent and gorgeous divine light, with the holy page as the source, erupted like a fountain with endless colorful divine light, even the Ancient God Tower could not stop it, rushed to the sky, diffused in the sky of the God-given mountains and seas, and finally broke through the God-given mountains and seas, forming a colorful light phenomenon in the sky of the Buried Saint Valley.

The treasure light of the ancestor of poetry cannot be covered by a world.

The birth of the first completely new type of war poem will form a new treasure light, because poetry is formed earlier than lyrics, so it is collectively called the treasure light of the ancestor of poetry.

In the God-given mountains and seas, the great Confucian scholars of the human race were excited when they saw the treasure light of the ancestor of poetry in the sky. Some people chanted poems for it, and some people drank for it.

Many monsters changed their faces.

A mountain island not far from the Ancient God Tower was rushing towards the Ancient God Tower. On the towering mountain island, there stood an extremely strange beast.

The body of the evil creature is somewhat similar to that of humans, but it is extremely soft and boneless. It is ten feet tall and suspended in the air. Behind it, there are six pairs of white shells arranged like wings, with fine golden lines on the white shells.

The wings of the evil creature.

The wings looked at the treasure light of the ancestor of poetry, and there was a strong chill in their eyes, as if they could freeze a country to death.

"In this big world, the one who can become the treasure light of the ancestor of poetry must be Fang Yun. In this way, it seems that it is God's will for me to carry two forbidden sacred trees! Fang Yun, if God wants you to die, you have to die!"

A mysterious place in the God-given Mountain and Sea.

The chanting ghost, the three thousand eyes and the mysterious man in white turned around and looked in the direction of the ancient god tower.

The chanting ghost and the three thousand eyes were just a little curious, while the man in white smiled slightly.

"Good."

Beyond the God-given Mountain and Sea, in the Burial Valley, powerful thoughts rose in the air.

Suddenly, a huge black-haired claw covering a thousand miles rose from the Blood Tomb of the Monsters and Barbarians, soaring up to thousands of miles, and appeared outside the God-given Mountains and Seas in an instant, turning the area of ​​a thousand miles into endless darkness, carrying the power of annihilation and the murderous intent, and was about to disperse the treasure light of the Poetry Ancestor.

The holy light of the God-given Mountains and Seas rushed into the sky, and the strong breath suddenly increased. The giant claw of a thousand miles was like wax near fire and snow near water, melting at a very fast speed.

The black-haired giant claw was not afraid at all and continued to slap the treasure light of the Poetry Ancestor.

Suddenly, a crystal-clear crystal pen flew out from the Blood Tomb of the Human Race, reaching a length of a hundred miles, and instantly arrived outside the God-given Mountains and Seas, like a mountain across the sky, carrying brilliant divine light, piercing the black-haired giant claw.

Before the crystal pen could pierce, a strange word flew out from the direction of the Jedi Nibei Mountain, emitting an evil and violent divine light, as if it came from the ancient times. After ten thousand generations, the divine light swept the crystal pen into the turbulence of time and space, making the crystal pen very close to the black hand, but it seemed that it could never reach it.

At the moment when the divine text of Nibei Mountain flew out, the holy energy of the Dragon Blood Tomb Cemetery shook, and a withered and rotten dragon claw descended beyond the God-given Mountain to stop the black-haired giant hand.

However, in the depths of the distant Burial Valley, a black sun suddenly appeared in front of the dragon claw and sucked it in firmly.

In the Fenglun Mountains, a cold snort came, and then a ten-thousand-foot giant mountain with the power of destroying the star tried to suppress the black-haired giant claw.

At the same time, in the tree world, an endless brown tree root crossed the space and flew straight.

The majestic tree root seemed like a mountain lying in the air.

Great powers were approaching from all over the Burial Valley, and they all paused at this moment, waiting for the tree roots and the giant mountain to separate.

The giant mountain paused for a moment, as if preparing to avoid the tree roots, but the tree roots suddenly accelerated, instantly wrapping the black-haired giant claws tightly, and then twisting them violently.

The giant claws burst, and the black blood rain spread over thousands of miles, as if the end of the world was coming.

The area near the God-given Mountain and Sea seemed to be in a state of time stagnation, and all the great powers stopped moving, and then gradually dissipated.

When the blood rain fell, everything returned to normal except for the smelly blood all over the ground outside the God-given Mountain and Sea.

The light of the ancestor of poetry that rushed into the sky was like a young swallow returning to its nest, quickly flying towards the blood tomb of the human race, forming a gorgeous rainbow in the sky.

The ancient god tower shook slightly, and then returned to calm.

The situation inside the treasure pavilion changed slightly.

The light of the ancestor of poetry was inexplicably magnificent, condensing the spiritual power of the entire clan. The ancient corpses were actually shocked by this power and all retreated. Even the ancient corpse of the ox emperor looked at Fang Yun suspiciously, not daring to step forward, and kept growling and bluffing.

The three great scholars saw the birth of the light of the ancestor of poetry for the first time in their lives, and their faces were full of shock.

The three of them not only paid attention to the light of the ancestor of poetry, but also paid more attention to the meaning of the text.

An old general, after getting drunk at night, looked at the sword under the lamp and missed the old things. After falling asleep, it seemed as if he had returned to the battlefield of the past, with beacon fires in the camp.

In the endless camps, the soldiers shared the delicious beef in front of the campfire and listened to the sonorous military music.

After the rest, in the rustling autumn wind, the horn sounded, the army lined up, and the general reviewed the troops.

The war horses were like good horses, the cavalry charged and galloped, the arrows were thunderous, and the archers shot arrogantly.

With such elite soldiers, it is enough to fulfill the dream of the emperor of the human race, drive out the monsters, conquer the world, complete the world-renowned military exploits, leave a name in history, and be famous for generations.

Even if he is old, how can he regret it?

The general left the tent and walked on the battlefield with a sword!

After the formation of the treasure light of the ancestor of poetry, the pages of the poem were covered with layers of treasure light, handed down from generation to generation, holy blood, the first book, holy pages, original works, etc., as well as the treasure light formed by various forces such as calligraphy, brushes, inkstone turtles, witches, ink, etc., which instantly covered this poem with more than ten layers of treasure light, and the power exceeded the second realm.

Everyone knows this poem, which is Xin Qiji's "Pozhenzi* Fu Zhuangci Yisaizhi" by Chen Tongfu.

Xin Qiji was very capable and had made many military achievements, but because of his status and other reasons, he had ups and downs, which made people sigh.

Lao Huo actually wanted to keep the original sentences, but the experience of the poet affected the poems. The poem ended with an unfulfilled ambition, almost saying that it was all an illusion in the end, without completing the achievements and negating everything before. The lyrics are good, but they are really not suitable as war poems.

In other words, the beginning is majestic and the ending is sad, which is a common feature of many poems, whether it is Jiaxuan Dongpo, Li Bai and Lu You, but Du Fu is not counted, he starts and ends with sadness.

For the needs of the plot, some words have to be changed. Of course, the level and tone still follow the fixed frame of the ci tune, and will not be changed randomly, but the meaning of the text has changed.

So, change "pitiful" to "无码". I originally wanted to change the two words "王", but I tried to respect the original work as much as possible. Then I thought about the profoundness of Chinese and the broad interpretation of "King", so I just changed one word.