"Xunlou's explanation is right, the dawn must refer to the advent of the void saint, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is our woman's poetic ancestor!"

"No man in the world would have imagined that Fang Xusheng's fifteenth poem of the World War was actually composed for us women!"

"This poem cannot form a poem ancestor Baoguang, but it is definitely in the list of war poems, and it can be regarded as a kind of strange poem. ”

"With this poem, if the whole city flees, as soon as the Great Confucian Chrysostom is opened, it will make me and other women more powerful and save countless people, which is simply a saint's means. ”

Fang Yun said: "Don't be too happy, this "Ode to Women" can only be used by Hanlin, and it can only last for a few hours. ”

"A few hours is enough! In a pinch, it's enough for us to kill some demons!" Yang Xunlou said.

The rest of the women nodded.

"Okay!" Fang Yun was quite pleased.

Yang Xunlou stared at the table in front of Fang Yun and said, "Your poetry ......"

"I'll write another one. Fang Yun smiled and rewrote a poem "Ode to Women", and handed it to Yang Xunlou with his own hands, Yang Xunlou immediately asked people to put it away, and immediately asked the best framer in Kong City to frame it and hang it inside the Women's Club.

After that, Fang Yun continued to visit the farm.

When the sun was setting, it was almost dusk, and thousands of women sent Fang Yun out together.

Arriving at the smashed main gate again, Fang Yun stopped.

The thousand-person team stopped, and those women thought that Fang Yun was going to turn around and say goodbye, but Fang Yun looked at the two severed door frames and was silent for a long time.

There was silence in the farm, as if there were dark clouds shrouded in it.

Fang Yun said: "If this gate is smashed, you will inevitably have resentment in your hearts, and you will also want to make a comeback." If I'm right, there must be some plaques or spare timber for the gate in the storehouse of this farmstead, right?"

No one answered.

"I need an answer. Fang Yun's tone suddenly became stern.

Many women didn't dare to come out, although Fang Yun looked young, but he really wanted to get angry, even the monarch of a country would be frightened.

Yang Xunlou said: "There are indeed some unengraved plaques. After all, some of the rooms need to be hung with plaques. ”

"Bring the best pair. Fang Yundao.

"Huh?" Yang Xunlou didn't understand Fang Yun's intentions, and the rest of the women were also a little puzzled, this kind of thing happened many times today, and he always felt that this Void Saint was very advanced in all aspects, and only when he explained the follow-up in person, everyone would understand his intentions.

Su Xiaoxiao has been in the Fang family, and has adapted to Fang Yun's style of speaking, and hurriedly said, "Go and get a big plaque." ”

Waiting for Su Xiaoxiao to repeat it, some women were vaguely aware of a possibility, and their eyes burst with joy. But for fear of guessing wrong, I suppressed that joy.

The women in charge of the warehouse walked away quickly, and after a short time, the five of them returned carrying a wooden plaque with black gold patterns, all sweating profusely and panting.

Fang Yun took a closer look, and the unengraved wooden plaque turned out to be precious ebony, with clear texture and fine workmanship. It's heavy, no wonder they're so tired.

The four jinshi walked over quickly, lifted the ebony plaque, and walked towards Fang Yun.

These Jinshi didn't quite understand Fang Yun's intentions either. If Fang Yun really wanted to write an inscription, he would leave it on the paper, and then the craftsman would rub the text onto the plaque.

"Stop. Fang Yundao.

The four jinshi didn't know why and stopped in place.

"Get in the right position. Fang Yundao.

The four of them faced Fang Yun. Hold the plaque upright and keep adjusting the angle slightly.

After a while, Fang Yun nodded. Said: "Today's news has benefited Bensheng a lot, the move of the Women's Society, the merit is in the present generation, the benefit is in the future, and it has a great effect on the human race, if it dies because of this, it is really a big loss for the human race." Today, this saint will correct the name of this place!"

Fang Yun said, opening his mouth slightly, a golden light flew out of his mouth, and the True Dragon Ancient Sword came to the plaque in the blink of an eye.

Fang Yun seemed to have returned to the first hall of Hanlin, and used the true dragon ancient sword to engrave words on the ebony plaque, using the Yan style that had never appeared in the Shengyuan Continent, and it was the font created by Yan Zhenqing, the fourth master of regular script.

The real dragon ancient sword is like a hanging pen, and like a bamboo carving knife, gold hook and silver painting, strong and powerful, masculine and solemn, every stroke seems to carry a great mission, and every stroke seems to experience the baptism of time.

Not only that, a trace of heaven and earth vitality was introduced into the strokes with the True Dragon Ancient Sword as the medium, and under the action of Fang Yun's talent and dragon qi, the nick actually emitted a faint golden light.

Those present only felt that their eyes were caught in the strokes, and they were completely attracted by the new font.

Not long after, the words "Women's Academy" appeared on the plaque.

Subsequently, Fang Yun wrote the inscription below.

Finally, Fang Yun put away his words, and a brand new plaque appeared here.

Those jinshi all lost their minds and immersed themselves in the world of figuring out the new font.

The women present were also distracted, not because of the new calligraphy font, but because of the four characters of the Women's Academy.

As they watched, they were already teary-eyed, and some of the older women even burst into tears, because some of them saw their good sisters being taken away by the temple and dying.

The plaque that was once destroyed has seen the light of day again, and the four words that once talked about the tiger's color change have reappeared in the Shengyuan Continent!

The women's mournful cries seemed to echo in their ears.

Even Yang Xunlou, who has always been known for his strength, had red eyes at the moment, lowered his head, and gently wiped the corners of his eyes with his cuffs.

"Fang Xusheng, ...... you" Yang Xunlou choked up and couldn't speak.

Fang Yun said slowly: "Today, I will inform the Holy Academy, I, Fang Yun has opened a academy outside Kong City, and it is a women's academy, only accepting women, and the Women's Society is fully responsible. ”

"However, the academy was smashed once, and those radical people were afraid that they would take the documents of the hall and smash the door again. ”

"They don't dare!Void Saint Mobao, it can only be destroyed when it is voted by the Holy Court and the saints twice in a row, even if it is rumored that I died in the Blood Realm a few days ago, the Left Prime Minister's party will only dare to cover my handwritten couplet, and dare not destroy it. Whoever dares to move these four words will force me to clean the filth of heaven and earth!" Fang Yun's voice was majestic and powerful, which made many women feel encouraged.

Those Jinshi were awakened by Fang Yun's words, and looked at each other, not understanding why Fang Yun suddenly said such heavy words.

Those women didn't know, but these Jinshi private soldiers knew that even if it was aimed at the Left Prime Minister's party, Fang Yun didn't say "cleanse the dirt of the world", Fang Yun just said it here, proving that it would not only protect the Women's Academy, but even launch the most fierce counterattack.

The four Jinshi frowned, they didn't understand what Fang Yun's purpose was at all, they believed that Fang Yun sympathized with these women, and they also believed that Fang Yun had justice in his heart, but they didn't believe that Fang Yun did these things just because of sympathy and justice, there must be other good reasons.

Sacred Courtyard.

As the center of the human race, the Holy Courtyard is always busy, day and night.

Suddenly, all the scholars and Confucians were stunned for a moment as if they had been subjected to a momentary immobilization demon, and then looked in the direction of the Eastern Sacred Pavilion together.

In the East Sacred Pavilion, there seemed to be a fluctuation of holy power, and that power was incomparably small in perception, like a wisp of fresh wind, but that light wind could raze the entire Saint Yuan Continent.

The fluctuations of the holy power are fleeting.

All the scholars and Confucians were sweating profusely and soaking wet.

The low-ranking people looked at them in amazement, not knowing what was going on.

(To be continued.) )