The "Wind and Rain Dream War" of the Three Realms was formed, the snow fell from the sky, greeted with chrysanthemums, and the flowers flew in the snow, which was extremely beautiful.

The chrysanthemum falls, and the killing intent is born.

"Kill!"

The spear cold iron knight charged, but the longbow knight began a guerrilla war, constantly throwing cold iron arrows into Zhang Chengxuan's 10,000 soldiers.

Fang Yun's eyebrows moved slightly, there was no fog butterfly, he couldn't use the power of the star position, and without the power of the ink girl inkstone turtle, the strength of the Ice Knight was a little weak, and his strength was uneven. Among the more than 1,500 war poetry cavalry, only more than 300 have reached the demon marquis, and the rest are just demon marshals.

Fang Yunzheng wanted to use "Broken Loulan" to create the ancient battlefield of Loulan, so that the soldiers could get a strong blessing, so as to destroy the place, but he vetoed it, "Broken Loulan" can not only weaken the enemy, but also have a strong destructive power, if it is used, it is equivalent to violating the rules.

Fang Yun was not discouraged, and tried to use the same Hanlin war poem "Stepping on the Company Camp" as Zhang Chengxuan to summon a powerful cavalry, but it was only one realm, both in number and strength, it was far lower than that of Zhang Chengxuan's scholars, and it was better to use the "Wind and Rain Dream Battle" in the three realms, at least the consumption was less.

As a result, Fang Yun began to repeat his previous moves, constantly using "Wind and Rain Dream Battle" to summon the cavalry of war poems, and then relying on his literary experience, he strengthened these cavalry with poems such as increasing protection and strengthening soldiers.

Thousands of cavalry collided with ten thousand troops, and Fang Yun's cold iron cavalry was like a sharp sword, tearing a hole in the middle of Zhang Chengxuan's army and expanding it.

However, after a few breaths, the cold iron cavalry was surrounded by several times the number of war poetry soldiers, lost the ability to charge, and fell into the siege.

Fang Yun did not sit still, and after accumulating enough two thousand cavalry again, he commanded them to rush out, this time abandoning the previous middle piercing. Prepare to outflank from both sides.

"Good time!"

I saw that the two scholars began to use the method of military to control their respective war poetry generals and fell into a fierce battle.

In order to implement his "stability", Fang Yun gave up many fighting methods, and Zhang Chengxuan on the opposite side did not play tricks, completely gave up defense, and all actions followed the "urgency".

Outside the battlefield. The people who came with him were constantly judging.

"Who would have thought that the old and the young, the old side is as fast as thunder, and the small side is square and steady. So far, at least, the two sides are evenly matched. ”

"No, actually...... Fang Yun was already defeated. ”

"Oh, why do you say that?"

"Both sides consume the same talent, and the number of Zhang Chengxuan's soldiers is about seven times that of Fang Yun. Fang Yun has a literary heart, and his single battle poetry soldier will indeed be stronger. However, it can only kill five times as many enemies. At most, half an hour later, you will find that Zhang Chengxuan will crush Fang Yun's army formation with absolute superiority and achieve victory. ”

Time passes slowly, and the war poets on both sides will continue to die, but Fang Yun's war poets will die as many as they want, and Zhang Chengxuan's war poets will have some remaining after each round of fighting. The advantages are becoming more and more obvious.

Under the rising sun, on the battlefield of literature. A Hanlin and a scholar are separated.

Between the two, ten thousand armies marched through, the sound of killing filled the sky, broken blades flew one after another, and remnants of armor were scattered.

"Fang Xusheng, do you want to continue?" Zhang Chengxuan brushed his long beard. Looking at Fang Yun, smiling.

"Go on!" Fang Yun's gaze was firm, and he continued to summon the Cold Iron Knight, fighting steadily.

Zhang Chengxuan smiled and said: "Fang Xusheng is too young after all, and the art of war is right. But not perfect. In addition, although you have received the blessings of inch by inch, the practice time is too short, and the effect is mediocre. If in more than ten years, all your war poems are in the second or even third realm, even if I have seven times the number of troops, I can't compare. For example, your "Fu Ju" is an autumn poem, if it is used in autumn, the power will be greatly increased, but now it is summer, and the power of this poem can be exerted by two or three percent at most. This is a big mistake on your part. ”

Fang Yun smiled and said: "It's not a mistake, it's that I didn't use Fu Ju much before, and I used it to practice today." ”

"You kid, you can't win with a hard mouth!" Zhang Chengxuan said with a smile.

The crowd in the stands laughed too.

Fang Xusheng also knew that "Fu Ju" was flawed, but no matter how low the effectiveness was, it was better than not using it, so it was probably a harmless joke. ”

Scholar Zhang also saw it, so he also joked. Since the two are joking, it means that the winner will be divided, and the result will be out soon. ”

"Let Hanlin and the scholars only be allowed to use the battle poem to compete, Hanlin is too disadvantaged, and he doesn't blame Fang Xusheng. ”

"Mr. Zhang is more than 60 years older than Fang Xusheng, the accumulation of more than 60 years is too strong, you see Mr. Zhang's command, although it is urgent, but it does not leak, for example, Fang Yun's luck is stable. ”

Who knows, Fang Yun actually said: "Old man Zhang, in fact, this "Fu Ju" will play a full role not only in the autumn, but also in the other three seasons. ”

"Oh? Then you let the old man see and understand, although the poem "Fu Ju" has not been handed down, but after all, it is a war poem of the Son of Heaven, the power of the sky is mighty, and it deters all the generals. ”

The people in the stands looked at each other, full of doubts, and didn't understand why Fang Yun said such a thing, the human race has been a thousand years, and there are a lot of war poems, and there are also a lot of hand-to-hand war poems, but the reason why many hand-me-down war poems are not cared about or rarely practiced is because of the big defects.

If Fang Yun's "Fu Ju" ignores the flaws, it can be called a first-class Hanlin war poem, with an excellent effect on eroding the enemy, but it can only be used in the autumn when the chrysanthemums are blooming, which leads to uselessness for most of the year, so few people will learn it so far.

"Then Fang Mou will turn things around!"

Fang Yun said, re-summoned two thousand cold iron knights, and then blessed all kinds of war poems, except for "Fu Ju".

Fang Yun took a deep breath, raised the brush high, and fell quickly.

Everyone looked at Fang Yun, many people were holding official seals, and their divine thoughts rose into the air, looking down from above, these people only found out at this time that there were already many divine thoughts wandering in the sky, and it seemed that this debate had alarmed many big people in Kong City and the Holy Courtyard.

Write hard, and write a poem.

Title chrysanthemum.

The sassy west wind is planted in the courtyard,

It is difficult for the cold butterfly to come;

If I am a farmer in his year,

Report and lotus flowers bloom together!

After the poem was completed, Fang Yun continued to "Fu Ju" to form a stack of poems.

Everyone looks like they've seen a ghost, they've seen the poems, it's better to connect the poems, it's nothing more than to slightly enhance the power of the war poems behind, but I've never seen it written like this.

The poet saw that the chrysanthemums bloomed in the cold west wind, and the butterflies and bees were difficult to mine, and he lamented in his heart and vowed that one day he would become a peasant demi-saint, so that the chrysanthemums and lotus flowers would bloom together in the summer!

Everyone looked at the page blankly, and among the pages of poetry, there was a yellow dragon swimming!

The whole poem is completed, although the poem failed to become a dragon, it is not a real dragon poem, but since the poem has a dragon, it is a typical poem of the Son of Heaven!

"What a magnificence to swear sanctification and change the seasons. The Wu family said.

"Fu Ju" was originally a battle poem of the Son of Heaven, and the power of the two poems of the Son of Heaven is one, which can definitely make "Fu Ju" exert its full power in summer. ”

"One is 'a hundred flowers kill after my flowers bloom', and the other is 'report and lotus flowers bloom together', all of which are domineering and poetically connected, which is really rare. ”

"I've seen it for a long time!" Zhang Chengxuan muttered to himself.

(To be continued.) )