A demon handsome said: "You have killed so many blood demon barbarians, you should be rewarded for avenging my star demon barbarians." There are ten star sands here, which can resist weak water or strange winds for about a day, which is more than enough to protect yourself. ”

As he spoke, one of the demon handsome's subordinates came over with a small leather bag and respectfully placed the star sand bag in front of Fang Yun.

Fang Yun still couldn't speak, nodded his head slightly, thanked him, and then glanced at the star sand in the bag.

Star sand is a fine particle like silver, but brighter than silver, the starlight of a grain of star sand can resist forces such as weak water and strange winds for a period of time, and once the starlight disappears, it loses its power, but it is also a rare metal.

The lifters under the mountain didn't care about recuperating their injuries, and walked along the mountain road together in front of Fang Yun.

For the rest of their lives, everyone looked at each other and smiled.

Jia Jing'an bent down and saluted with a seriously injured body: "Thank you for the life-saving grace of Zhenguo." ”

"Thank you for saving your life!" thanked all the lifters.

The big rabbit also stood up straight, with its two front legs arched.

Fang Yun wanted to say that he was in the same boat, and he didn't need to thank him, but he couldn't speak, so he had to smile slightly.

The lifters looked at each other, and they all seemed embarrassed to speak, Li Fanming coughed lightly and said, "When did you become a saint?"

Fang Yun smiled helplessly, he was still speechless now.

Li Fanming smiled: "Look at me, I actually forgot." How did you solve the poison on your body? Yuqing, go and take a look. ”

Everyone is extremely curious, yesterday Fang Yun can be said to be dying, today not only detoxification, but also can write war poems, it is really magical.

Xun Ye, who had been hiding in other caves, walked over slowly, secretly looking at Fang Yun on the side, his expression full of unease.

Hua Yuqing stretched out his hand to check Fang Yun's pulse, and then said in surprise: "The poison is completely solved! Fang Yun, what kind of elixir have you taken? It's incredible! Even if the poison is detoxified, I'm afraid that someone else will still be unable to move." You are well, your body is recovering rapidly, and by the day you come out of the holy ruins, you may be healed. ”

"So amazing, you said on the road that he was going to die of a strange poison, and he wouldn't have lied to us together, right?" said a newcomer, half-jokingly.

"Absolutely! Look at him, he can't speak yet. I've been studying medicine for years and don't understand what's going on. Did the star demon save him?"

Everyone looked at Niu Mountain.

Niu Shan also thought that they praised themselves for taking care of Fang Yun, and immediately straightened up and became more proud.

"It seems right, Fang Yun is really lucky. This bag seems to be star sand, right? Yuehua is different, he is the emperor of the moon again, and he gives detoxification and star sand. ”

Many people were amazed, but those star demons couldn't understand the words of the human race, and no one refuted them.

Fang Yun smiled secretly, he didn't expect them to misunderstand, so that Wenqu Xingzhao would not be exposed, which was a good thing. If you let the demon world know, it will inevitably alarm the demon saint.

Han Shoulu said: "Fang Yun, can you let us read that battle poem?"

Fang Yun motioned for Niu Shan to hand over the pen, and then rewrote the poem. But it didn't consume talent. However, his normal writing was too slow, and he had to borrow a little bit of the strength of hard writing to finish at a very normal speed.

Han Shoulu couldn't wait to pick up the poem written by Fang Yun and read it softly: "Lying in a lonely village does not mourn. Shang Si is the national military wheel. Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream! What a poem! Fang Zhenguo is indeed a dragon among people, even if he is highly poisonous. is still high-spirited, and if there is no fighting spirit in his heart, it is impossible to write this poem. ”

Li Fanming frowned slightly, and said: "Fang Yun, there is no problem with this poem itself, it is written that you are sick in bed with weak body, thinking about guarding the frontier of the human race, and then hearing the wind and rain outside, half-dreaming and half-waking up dreaming that the cavalry is fighting bravely. Judging by the power of this war poem, it only takes a trace of you to make this poem form a poetic soul, and now that I think about it, it's a pity. If you can write this poem into a poetic soul, then the wolf barbarian saint may have a chance to escape, but the other three saint clan demon barbarians will never be able to escape. ”

Fang Yun nodded slightly, thinking that he was still too affected by his body, and he couldn't write a poetic soul like "Arrow in the Stone", if he could write a poetic soul, the power of this battle poem would be stronger, and if he further summoned the saint, he didn't know which one would be called out to be close to the power of the void saint.

"Is the name of this poem already chosen?" asked one of them.

Fang Yun thought about it, Lu You's original poem title "November 4th Wind and Rain Masterpiece" was obviously not suitable, thought about it, wrote "Wind and rain dream battle" on the paper, and then wrote another sentence on the paper.

"If you see the wolf barbarian saint son again, you will definitely behead him in the pen!"

"Good spirit! You have this heart, "Wind and Rain Dream Battle" will inevitably write the same poetic soul as Jian Meigong's "Wind and Rain Sword Poem"!"

Everyone said yes.

"If you can go any further, I don't know which person equivalent to the Void Saint will be summoned. If you have the Holy Blood, you can directly transcend the Divine Summoning and form the Holy Soul. It's a pity that the human race has only re-fought poetry in recent years, and the five realms of war poetry have not been formulated. The first realm is the ordinary war poems, the second realm is the poetry soul, the third realm is the holy soul, and the fourth realm is the holy soul, and no one has yet reached the fifth realm. I don't know which of the Terrans can fight poems into the Five Realms and create a new era for the Terrans. ”

A great Confucian guessed that war poems can only be sublimated to the Five Realms on the basis of the original Baoguang, and other people's war poems can only be written to the Four Realms at most. ”

"Quite possibly. If someone really writes a poem about the Five Realms War, it will inevitably make an immeasurable contribution to our human race. ”

"Naturally, as long as one person becomes the Five Realms and breaks the Five Realms Heavenly Barrier, then just like the piano path, painting path, calligraphy, etc., it is easier for other people of the human race to break through the realm in terms of war poems, even if they write other people's war poems, it is possible to reach the Five Realms. ”

"Fang Yun, I hope you can write the first poem of the Five Realms Battle! If you do it, I will immediately change the court and worship you as a teacher!" Li Fanming said with a smile.

The crowd laughed.

Najia Jing'an said: "Fang Yun, before entering the holy ruins, you taught Cijun the song "Water Tune Song Head", which can be regarded as his puzzle solving teacher. This holy ruin is extremely dangerous, and I also want to learn this poem "Wind and Rain Dream Battle" as much as possible, can I?"

A few people look dignified, not everyone has the same mind as Cijun, they can not mind worshipping a person whose literary rank is far lower than their own as a teacher, going to the holy temple to learn Fang Yun's war poems is nothing, it should be regarded as learning from the sages, but as a lifter, at this time, he called Fang Yun a teacher to learn war poems, and his heart was still a little awkward.

However, the most awkward people in my heart now are not these lifters, but Xun Ye, who has been hiding.

Xun Ye looked at Fang Yun, his heart was mixed, he didn't expect that Fang Yun had not only detoxified, but also resurrected, salted fish turned over, and the waste paper turned into a holy page, writing a war poem that could almost become a poetic soul.

If the two have no grievances, Xun Ye will inevitably learn this battle poem that can use weak water for the first time, which is simply a god blocking and killing gods in the holy ruins, if more than ten people use this battle poem together, the wolf barbarian saint son will not die and be crippled. Xun Ye remembered the previous scene of insulting Fang Yun as waste paper, his lips moved, and finally he didn't speak.

Li Fanming said: "It may take several months for ordinary people to learn war poems, but after all, we are one in a million people, and we can learn it in a few days." However, it will take some time to exert 10% of the power. The key to this poem is that you can borrow the power of weak water, and even if it doesn't rain, as long as there is a swampy river nearby, it can exert enough power!"

Everyone nodded together, as long as this poem is learned, it is much stronger than other poems with weak water, and a few of them have already figured it out.

Fang Yun nodded slightly.

So the nineteen people made a chorus and said, "The students meet Master Fang." ”

Fang Yun nodded again, recognizing these nineteen people, these nineteen people can learn and use this war poem, once they use this poem to attack Fang Yun, they will inevitably be killed by the power of the war poem.

"Coo-goo-goo-goo-goo-goo-......goo" saw that the big rabbit was also acting decently, and he also had to learn to write war poems.

Li Fanming kicked it helplessly and said, "Be honest!"

The rabbit glanced at Li Fanming, jumped up to Fang Yun's side, and thumped Fang Yun's legs with his two paws.

"Rabbit cub!" Li Fanming smiled helplessly.

The crowd looked at the rabbit and laughed, while Xun Ye slowly left with remorse, and after a few steps, he heard Han Shoulu's words.

"Someone doesn't know why I'm willing to give you our family's Secret Record of the Holy Ruins, I think, he should know by now. There was not the slightest schadenfreude in Han Shoulu's words, full of regret.

Jia Jing'an said: "The Han family gave the "Sacred Ruins Secret Record" to Brother Shoulu, just so that he could leave the Holy Ruins safely, if he could exchange the "Holy Ruins Secret Record" for Brother Shoulu's life, the Han family would not hesitate to agree. It's a pity that some people ignore the most essential things for their own selfish desires, and now they don't have the face to learn even if they want to learn "Wind and Rain Dream War". ”

Jia Jing'an hated Xun Ye's shamelessness that day, Fang Yun was seriously ill, he couldn't say much, but now that Fang Yun's illness was about to recover, he didn't care about it anymore.

Xun Ye originally wanted to leave secretly, but he didn't expect Jia Jing'an to humiliate himself so much, not to mention that there were nineteen people here, and once it was spread, he would lose face.

Xun Ye said hatefully: "You were also optimistic about Fang Yun that day, didn't you almost poison him to death by the fierce monarch? The days of this holy ruin are still long, and a war poem that doesn't even have a poetic soul may not be able to become a climate! Don't worry, I won't learn from the fierce monarch to harm Fang Yun, but I want to see how crazy he is! When he walks out of the holy ruins, if Fang Yun really does something earth-shattering, I will apologize and admit my mistake like Shijun." ”

Li Fanming said coldly: "If Fang Yun is poisoned, Shijun will never insult him like you, and you are also worthy of mentioning Shijun? besides, who said that you can get out of the holy ruins? You are much more crazy than Fang Yun!"

"You ......" Xun Ye wanted to scold, but he knew that he was wrong, and the more he talked, the more he would be laughed at, so he simply brushed his sleeves away.

The newcomer asked softly, "What's the matter?" isn't he the one from the Xun family?"

So Li Fanming told the story in detail, and now that Fang Yun is well, he doesn't need to worry about Fang Yun getting angry.

"Bastard thing!"

"I have met his uncle Xun Tianling, although this person is not very talented, he is only a jinshi when he is over forty years old, but he is loyal, righteous and faithful, and he has been in the Two Realms Mountain for twenty years, and even the imperial examination is participated in the Two Realms Mountain. Everyone who came back from the Two Realms Mountain praised him for his benevolence and righteousness, but also regretted his poor talent. Alas, compared with Xun Tianling, Xun Ye is like a worm!" (to be continued......)