Wuxia: Will the night master, the third Confucian saint is exposed

Chapter 0058: Something is wrong with the Heavenly Great Ru! Proud of being copied by Fang!!!!!!

A word with a sound texture suddenly fell, as if a heavy hammer was smashed between heaven and earth!

The wind and smoke are silent.

The scene in the picture began to gradually fade, and I could only vaguely see Fang Yun’s resolute face gradually disappearing in the sky rendered by the mixture of red and dusk.

And at the moment when Fang Yun and the other scholars disappeared, the countless Confucian powers who cooked porridge outside the picture all looked sluggish.

They looked at each other, but the atmosphere at this time suddenly became a little strange.

In the Xiliang Sanwei Library, Li Yishan frowned thoughtfully, holding his chin with one hand.

As if speculatingly, he said: “These poems written on the scrolls are originally the articles of my great Confucians in Kyushu, and they have never been able to spread to other worlds. ”

“There is only one possibility in the situation at this time, that is, Fang Yun’s strange book world can contain poems written even by people from another world!”

The words had fallen, and the world suddenly trembled.

Previously, everyone in Kyushu had been accusing Fang Yun of plagiarizing their articles, but they had never thought about how these articles had reached Fang Yun’s mind.

At this time, Li Yiyi’s words woke up the dreamer, and everyone in Kyushu understood the cause and effect.

It seems that Fang Yun’s strange book world can not only contain articles on the Saint Yuan Continent, but also the works and poems of countless Confucian scholars above Kyushu!

A collection that spans a whole world!

If this were to be placed before, if someone said this sentence, it would definitely be ridiculed by countless people.

But at this time, the facts have been clearly placed in front of their eyes, even if they do not believe it, they can only choose to accept it.

Since Qi Tianshudi had such skills, it meant that whether it was the articles on the Saint Yuan Continent or above Kyushu, they had been stored in Fang Yun’s mind.

Despite this, whether to choose to use it or not, the choice is also on Fang Yun’s body, and the previous battle on the wasteland has long been left for these Confucians in Kyushu

I couldn’t have been more impressed.

The poems that they originally regarded as the carriers of their thoughts, on the battlefield of the Saint Yuan Continent, could actually kill countless enemies like the techniques of saints!

And the more wonderful the poem, the more he can do!

After thinking about this, the chests of countless Confucians in Kyushu seemed to be beating with war drums, roaring and vibrating.

One by one, their faces seemed to involuntarily surge with a strange flush

In this way, it seems that it is not a bad thing for Fang Yun to copy their poems, but if an article and a piece of poetry can be copied by Fang Yun and used to kill the enemy on the battlefield, it seems to have become an honor!

The atmosphere in Kyushu changed suddenly.

As for Fang Yun’s plagiarism of the article, countless Confucian scholars changed their previous extremely condemnatory attitude and quickly changed into inexplicable expectations.

I vaguely wanted to see that the articles I wrote could one day fall onto Fang Yun’s paper!

Great Tang Dynasty.

In a restaurant somewhere at the end of the street, Li Bai still lazily leaned on the eaves, tasting old wine without hurry.

Under the eaves, Du Fu and Meng Haoran stood side by side, and their eyes involuntarily emitted a light of surprise at the same time.

When Li Bai saw this scene, he suddenly laughed lightly.

“It’s just that Fang Yun took away a poem, so it won’t be so exciting, right?”

“How critical you were of his state of mind before, have you forgotten it in a blink of an eye?”

The words fell, but like stones sinking into the sea, after saying them, there was no response.

After all, Du Fu adhered to the identity of a senior Li Bai fan brother, and after the excitement, he looked at the idol above the eaves from a distance, and said almost ostentatiously.

“Brother Taibai, did you notice just now? The more classic the poem, when it shines with a virtual image, the power will be much stronger than that of ordinary articles! ”

“In other words, a poem that was copied and used by Fang Yun means that it has been recognized by the heavens!”

“This is a great blessing for the literati!”

When he said this, Du Fu’s originally somewhat vicissitudes of cheeks seemed to be replaced by the second spring of his life, shining brightly.

A fan who looks like a child who wants to be praised when facing his idol.

Facing Du Fu’s appearance, Li Bai could only smile helplessly, looking up at the golden list above the clouds in the sky, and there was a faint confusion in the light.

Recalling that above the examination room at that time, Fang Yun slowly recited the song “Spring Dawn”.

It was as if the Confucian righteousness between heaven and earth slowly gathered like a violent wind.

It’s really enviable.

After this Great Tang Poet Immortal was silent for a long time, he said with a slight sigh.

“yes. Looking at all the people who write articles in the world, who doesn’t want to be recognized? ”

“Fang Yun’s out, but will be plagiarized, attached a layer of glory mark.”

“I don’t know if it’s a lucky thing…”

After sighing, he suddenly lowered his eyes again, raised his head and took a sip of wine.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: “In the end, in fact, I also want to be copied by him to copy my poems…”

When it comes to poetry in Kyushu, the Tang Dynasty is the most prosperous.

And Du Fu and Li Bai can almost be regarded as the brightest twin stars in poetry in the Tang Dynasty.

One poet saint and one poet immortal, two people are enough to carry the pinnacle of today’s poetry!

But even these two seem to have some faint expectations in their hearts for copying their poems.

Everyone is crazy about everyone else.

Because Fang Yun chanted a Serbian song on the wasteland, Lu Lun, who suddenly became famous, was naturally among them.

After chatting freely with a poet who came to visit and talk, the curve of the corner of Lu Lun’s mouth slowly rose unconsciously.

It was a feeling he had never enjoyed before.

It is a feeling of being recognized by everyone in the world and Confucian beings!

He still clearly remembered at this time that the moment the pen and ink fell, the vast phantom that was enough to penetrate the heavens and the earth towered behind Fang Yun, Zhang bowed and took an arrow, and with one arrow, the demon turtle that had been entrenched on the wasteland for an unknown number of years was invisibly destroyed!

What a gesture!

And the glory of Fang Yun Super Sven naturally rose from Lu Lun.

He Lu Lun was originally just a person who could only be ranked as a middle-class person among the countless poets of the Great Tang Dynasty, although he was not nameless, but he was amazing in poetry

In the Tang Dynasty, it was like a stone falling into the Han Sea, and sometimes it was not much different from a small transparent.

I never imagined that I could have the scene where countless poets rush to talk today.

For him, this is tantamount to his position in the world of Tang poetry, soaring up in an instant, reaching the blue sky!

Wang Weiliu, who was beside him, said with some envy.

“You can pour it now, that Fang Yun brought your poem into the Saint Yuan Continent, a volume of poetry to kill the demon turtle, that scene is extremely vast, enough to shock the world!”

“I believe that from now on, your Lu Lun’s fame will not be below those so-called first-class poets! It’s a bitter end…”

Speaking of this, Wang Wei, who was known as Shifo, seemed to smile a little self-deprecatingly, and there was a faint hope in his eyes.

“If only one day, the poems I wrote could also be on the pen and paper in Fang Yun’s hands.”

Lu Lun didn’t know what to say about this, after all, the status of this person in the Great Tang Dynasty poetry world in front of him was much more noble than that of him before.

In the Great Song Dynasty, Xin Qiqian and Su Shi stood side by side, standing on a high platform and looking at the golden list above the sky.

The look on his face didn’t know whether it was envy or helplessness for a moment.

The two looked at each other with a wry smile.

“You and I are known as the two above the literary circle of the Great Song Dynasty, and presumably one day, the poems of the two of us will also be copied by Fang Yun.”

“At that time, these words written with all his life’s work may be truly recognized by the world’s Confucianism.”

The style of Kyushu Confucianism is transformed into this.

And just as countless poets in Kyushu were talking to each other, the scene in the picture suddenly changed.

I saw a burst of golden light that seemed to shine in the world in an instant, like countless brilliant gold stacked on the sky.

When I looked at it, it was a towering mountain stacked with countless books.

At this time, there was a figure looming above the mountain, and there was a figure climbing upwards.

Exactly Fang Yun!

Fang Yun was standing halfway up the Book Mountain at this time, and countless books under his feet piled up to become the Book Mountain, and faint golden light shone out from the gaps in the words.

It’s actually asking for a pillar of Optimus!

On the peak of the Book Mountain, something seems to be looming, although it is not clear what it is, but only at that glance, countless readers in Kyushu have a crazy surge of hope in their hearts to get in touch.

And that vast book mountain, at this time, quickly spread to 4 weeks, from a thin mountain, derived into countless winding peaks, between 2.6 stacks, almost covering the entire world!

This is a world of books! The people of Kyushu were all shocked at this time!

Although it had long been known that the Saint Yuan Continent was a world exclusive to Confucianism, the countless heroes above Kyushu had never imagined that there was such a profound accumulation in that world!

Even if the scrolls that Kyushu can collect with all its strength, compared to the mountains that are invisible, stacked with one scroll, it is just a drop in the bucket!

Yuan Benxi looked at the mountains in the picture, and a little longing involuntarily appeared in his eyes, reaching out to touch it.

“If I can touch this vast sea of books with my own hands in this life, even if life and death disappear at this time, I will have no regrets!”

And Fang Yun, who was standing high on the Book Mountain, the expression on his cheeks at this time may be the same as Yuanbenxi.

I saw that he had arrived at the peak of Book Mountain in a blink of an eye! Mumbled in his mouth.

“The trials of the Three Mountains and Two Pavilions have been shipped by our side! The picture also stops at this point. ”