The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

More than 30 armored ox-carts carrying more than 400 people drove in the direction where the demon tribe fled.

An Chengcai sat on the first class armored ox cart, keeping his head down and silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Except Nunu who often glanced at him, everyone else was busy with their own business.

Mr. Wang said: "I am reciting the classics of the saints silently in my heart to nourish my spirit and restore my vitality. Fang Yun, you still don't know how to write poems. Just remember to draw your bow and shoot arrows. There are two Jinshis, the county magistrate and General Chen. Our poems Even worse, there is no need for you to take action. If there is danger, you will use the mountain inkstone to escape. Your life is more important than all of us combined, do you understand?"

"Everything depends on Mr. Wang." Fang Yun did not try to be brave. He also heard that there was something behind Mr. Wang's words and tried his best not to expose him.

An Chengcai raised his head and looked at Fang Yun, with a little respect and struggle in his eyes.

Fang Yun closed his eyes and read "Mencius" silently in his heart. Reading the classics of the saints silently will not only condense his talents, but also restore the consumed talents at a faster speed.

"My talent is like water. In terms of quality, it is no worse than that of Ju Ren, but it is far inferior in terms of quantity. Therefore, it is impossible to write war poems at the level of Ju Ren. I don't know if there is any power that can increase my current talent."

Fang Yun searched in the world of strange books, and soon saw a sentence in a piece of unofficial history: The supreme literary heart, the talent of eight people, one can win eight.

"Ba Dou of Talent was originally praised by Cao Zhi and Cao Zijian. There were three great talents in the Cao family. Cao Cao was the most famous and Cao Zhi was the most talented, but they were killed by Cao Pi. But what is the connection between Bad Dou of Talent and Supreme Wenxin? What do you mean? Why is it one versus eight?”

After his talent returned, Fang Yun opened his eyes, saw Mr. Yu idle, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Yu, what is the supreme literary heart? What is the eighth level of talent?"

"The Eight Dou of Talents is to praise Cao Zijian for eight percent of the talent in the world. There is nothing special about it. Everyone knows it. As for the Supreme Wenxin, I have never heard of it. Maybe there is one in the Ninth Mountain of Shushan. However, I know that each kind of literary spirit is divided into upper, middle and lower grades. The most common kind of literary spirit is "Fenbi Jishu". It is said that those with lower grades can write one sentence in one breath, and those with higher grades can write one poem in one breath. "

"Ah? So fast? Faster than the demon clan using magic." Fang Yun was surprised. He thought that writing war poems would take a lot of time. If he got a high-grade Fenbi Jishu, a war poem could be written in just one second. , simply too fast.

Mr. Yu smiled and said: "You underestimate us and the human race and the saints. This vigorous writing is just an ordinary literary mind, but there are more magical ones on top of it, such as 'blank paper', 'nonsense' and so on. It is extremely powerful! It's just a literary mind." It’s rare to have a high-quality literary heart. However, we are all optimistic about you. It is impossible for you to win a literary heart if you become a scholar, but you will definitely get a literary heart if you go to Shushan again! One of the candidates!”

Fang Yun smiled modestly and said, "Don't say that. The Ten Kingdoms only give birth to four new talents every ten years, and each of the four talents will become a great Confucian as long as they don't die. I'm not good enough."

"You can do it." Mr. Wang opened his eyes and said.

The others also nodded, but no one said the reason in front of outsiders: Since Fang Yun can now write strong military poems, he is not only one of the four talented candidates for the next generation, but also one of the strongest candidates. .

An Chengcai looked at Fang Yun with even more respect and a little bit of shame.

Mr. Yu said with a smile: "I actually hope you keep a low profile. If you become too popular and rise to the top within two or three years, knocking out the last of the four great talents of our time, then it will be a joke, haha."

Everyone smiled. Although this kind of thing has never happened, it would be very interesting if it happened.

Only An Chengcai didn't smile.

Seeing that An Chengcai was very nervous, Lu Yu persuaded: "We have a total of two Jinshi and nine Juren. One of the Jinshi and four Juren are generals. They are very experienced. They all have the ability to kill demon generals alone. Our The enemy only has four demon generals, and it is more than enough to kill them. The demon generals are just slightly stronger people. As for the demon soldiers and demon people, they are nothing."

An Chengcai lowered his head and said nothing.

Mr. Wang said: "Lu Yu, don't underestimate that demon turtle. The demon turtle is as big as a house. It is very likely to condense into a fake dragon ball. The fake dragon ball can absorb the water of a large river. Think about how heavy it will be. Once smashed Come here, even the Jinshi will be beaten to death. There is no need for General Chen to personally lead the army to kill the demon general. It is most likely that he is afraid that the demon turtle has a fake dragon ball. If there is, I am afraid that even he will need to ask for help. "

"What's the use of the fake dragon beads?" Fang Yun asked.

"If the fake dragon ball gets into the hands of our human race, it will have two uses. One is to turn it into a cultural treasure, preferably something related to water, such as injecting it into "The Journey of the Canglang". It will be at least twice as powerful as an ordinary cultural treasure, and it can Use it continuously. As for the second one, if you eat it directly, you can avoid the wind and waves, and it will have some strange and magical effects. However, you should not think about the fake dragon beads, but think about how to save your life."

"Turtles have a very high status among fish demons, second only to dragons. The most terrifying thing about demon turtles is that their shells are hard. Once the demon blood is stirred up, scholars at the same level cannot break through their protection. Fortunately, Chen Xibi and He Xian If nothing goes wrong, the two Jinshi can slowly wear down the demon turtle's energy and blood, and finally kill it. If it were Ju Ren, he would probably kill him before he could wear it down," Mr. Wang said.

Mr. Yu said: "A single demon turtle with pseudo-dragon bloodline is not scary. What is scary is that there are demon clans everywhere in this mountain. If the dragon turtle attracts a large number of demon clans, we will be buried here, so even General Chen They say we will only pursue it for one day, and if we don’t see the demon clan tomorrow morning, we will return.”

"We won't be that unlucky, will we?" Ning Zhiyuan whispered.

"There are many people who are more unlucky than us. Many talented scholars and candidates have had their palaces broken or their courage broken, or even died directly because of bad luck. But with two Jinshi here, you don't have to worry too much."

"Anyway, we only kill the monster soldiers and civilians, and stay away from the monster turtle. Jinshi is not afraid of the monster turtle, but if the monster turtle goes crazy and kills us, Jinshi may not be able to stop it."

Everyone thought of the previous incident with the strange bird, and they were scared. If it weren't for Fang Yun, they would have been dead.

"It's always better to be careful." Mr. Wang sighed and looked out of the car.

The monster tribe left many traces along the way. Chen Xibi was experienced in combat and drove all the way.

A quarter of an hour later, all the armored ox carts slowed down because the monster tribe had moved away from the main road and entered the undulating hills.

The armored ox was extremely powerful, but it was still difficult to pull people up the slope.

Chen Xibi ordered everyone to get off the car and start walking. Six armored ox carts were selected to carry three days of supplies and weapons. The driver selected six armored ox carts and asked six armored oxen to pull one cart. When going uphill, someone pushed it, and when getting off the cart, someone held it, so that the armored ox cart could travel between the hills.

Everyone followed the traces of the demon tribe all the way and finally came to a large forest.

The trees in this forest were towering, the distance between the trees was small, and the ground was uneven. Even if the armored ox cart could pass through the woods, it would be shaken apart quickly.

Everyone stopped in front of the forest and sent out a scout team first. Then Chen Xibi ordered that everyone bring two days of dry food and wear complete weapons and armor.

Fang Yun chose a bow and arrow, and the other students changed into armor.

An Chengcai also chose a bow and arrow, and took a sharp dagger at the same time.

Most of the soldiers had armor on their upper bodies. Before they came, they were all protected by the power of the marching poem, and they had no problem carrying hundreds of pounds of things.

After that, Chen Xibi issued orders, arranged the troops, asked everyone to pay attention to the matters of forest fighting, and finally emphasized the military order.

From now on, everyone here is a soldier.

The students of the State Academy of Literature also killed monsters before, but that was just a sharpening. At that time, their identities were still students, and now they are soldiers, soldiers!

The three Juren teachers were better, but Fang Yun and the fifteen scholars had to force themselves to change their mentality to adapt to this real military life. If they were not careful, they might be dealt with by military law. If they made a big mistake, they might be executed.

There is no saint in the army, only superiors and subordinates, only obeying orders and killing enemies.

The tall and dense canopy of the primeval forest blocked the sunlight, the forest was slightly dark, the rotten leaves on the ground exuded a musty smell, and occasionally poisonous insects or snakes and rats passed by, which would make people more nervous.

More than 400 people moved forward quickly.

General Chen Xibi and County Magistrate He walked in the front, with a sixth-rank lieutenant general on each side. The three teams formed a "PIN" shape, and Fang Yun and other students were in the middle. Behind them, there was a seventh-rank battalion officer in the rear.

Fang Yun took a deep breath and carefully observed his surroundings. He no longer regarded himself as a student on trial, but as a new soldier, observing where the veterans chose to walk, how to deal with those poisonous insects, and how to maintain physical strength.

Fang Yun found that in addition to the civil officials of Mi County and the people of the state literary academy, the government troops had a total of one Jinshi, four Juren and at least thirty Xiucai. This ratio far exceeded that of ordinary troops, and they were obviously selected elites.

The crowd chased all the way, and the night fell unknowingly. At around seven o'clock in the evening, everyone rested for three quarters of an hour to eat, and then continued on their way.

The forest was pitch black. Tongsheng or higher-level people had night vision and were not afraid of walking at night, but ordinary soldiers were not. So the team had to shrink. A lieutenant held up a treasure inlaid with many night pearls. This treasure, which was originally used for underwater lighting, was also very effective here.

At nine o'clock in the evening, everyone found that the forest in front was in a mess, with a large number of giant trees broken, and some places had some venom, with hundreds of demon corpses. In addition to fish demons, there were many mountain demons among these corpses, indicating that the demon snake or demon turtle had summoned mountain demons again.

Chen Xibi paused for a moment, carefully examined the battle scene, and said with a solemn expression that two more demons had joined, asking everyone to be careful, and then continued to set off.

Fang Yun walked while recalling the map of Jiangzhou he had seen when he was in the State Academy of Literature.

This should be the Black Qu Mountain, a branch of the Wild Demon Mountain. The mountain is not very steep. Going further is the top of the mountain, where you can see the Yangtze River.