Li Fanming secretly used his talent to convey the sound to Fang Yun, and said: "I don't know if you have read the previous Xuehai materials, there are very few poems that can achieve this effect!

Fang Yun replied: "After all, Lei Mo is a scholar, no matter how talented the people before are, they are just jinshi, if they are more talented, they may not be afraid, but learning poetry is also more advantageous than reason, and experience is more advantageous, so the higher the literary position, the greater the advantage." If you write an article or a scripture, you don't have to think about it, that stupid Confucian is absolutely out of the dust, leaving us far behind. ”

"Yes, Lei Mo performed extraordinarily in the poem of persuasion, and this poem of regretting learning has reached a higher level. Person...... If you get benefits from Xuehai, and with the help of Wenqu from the sky, I am afraid that you will become a great Confucian. Other scholars are not weak, you are equivalent to competing with several great Confucians. What's more, there are many effects of learning poetry, and although some are useful for fishing, they may not have much effect on racing, which is beyond control. Even if you can control it, if you neglect fishing for the sake of speed, you may miss out on a lot of good mantra. ”

"It's still some way to the open sea, so let me think about it. Fang Yundao.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted excitedly: "Brother Li has caught Wenxin fish!"

Fang Yun hurriedly looked over and saw that on an ordinary sailboat, a middle-aged jinshi held a fishing rod tightly in his right hand, and grabbed a live Wenxin fish on the hook with his left hand, which was four and a half inches long.

The moment Jinshi touched the Wenxin Fish, the Wenxin Fish immediately quieted down, its mouth opened and closed, and the spherical light source in the skull emitted a bright light.

The middle-aged jinshi carefully took off the hook.

The person next to him asked loudly, "Brother Li, what kind of Wenxin fish is this?"

Another humane: "The scales are white, it should be an ordinary Wenxin, but I don't know which one." ”

The whole fleet stared happily at the man and the fish, the first fish the fleet had ever received, and the harvest at high speed was a good sign, even if it was a coincidence.

"It's Wen Xin's misfortune coming out of his mouth!" said Li Jinshi.

"Congratulations!" everyone said hello.

Misfortune comes out of the mouth is a good literary heart. Whether the reader uses war poems, rhetoric, or courage, as long as the attack does not miss, it will stimulate the power of the mouth and form some kind of slight negative force to affect the enemy.

Even the impact of the superior calamity from the mouth is very slight, but with the two sides evenly matched, this slight effect is enough to turn the tide of the battle!

Misfortune comes out of the mouth and is recognized by the demon barbarians as one of the most shameless forces.

When they were in the Two Realms Mountain, the two clans basically only fought in the same rank, and the lower rank could challenge the high rank, and the high rank could not take the initiative to kill the lower rank. This is also a kind of protection for both sides at the bottom of their respective bases.

But once the Great Confucian has the heart of the Woe from the mouth and uses a wide range of poems to attack the opponent's Great Demon King, it will often form an aftermath of a radius of dozens of miles, and the aftermath itself will not hurt the low-level demons, but the power of the woe from the mouth will affect all the demons within the range.

There is often a situation in the Two Realms Mountain, where tens of thousands of demons are attacking the city, and suddenly some demons have hallucinations in front of their eyes to kill their companions, some demons are poisoned or sick, and some demons are unstable. Some demons can't see clearly ahead, some demons have bad luck and suddenly fall, and so on, and so on.

This kind of time. Readers will inevitably seize the opportunity to kill some of them.

This kind of power is still the aftermath, not counting the Terran Confucian's non-compliance with the agreement, so that the demon barbarians have no choice.

Misfortune is not the same as writing a book, and it cannot be used continuously. After each use, the Wenxin light will shrink and almost go out, and then slowly return to normal light before it can be used again. This is true of many literary hearts.

Fang Yun just smiled slightly, and didn't take this Wenxin fish to heart. In view of the fact that the two literary hearts of hard writing and duplicity are both of the highest quality, Fang Yun has no interest in fish under five feet.

No matter how much Wenxin fish that is less than a foot gets it, it will only form a low-grade Wenxin. Only a five-foot-long Wenxin fish can form a medium-grade Wenxin, and only a one-zhang-long large Wenxin can form a high-grade Wenxin.

Although the more Wenxin, the better, but if the quality is too low, it is of little use, such as the disaster of the lower grade comes from the mouth, which has an impact on the demon barbarians under the demon marquis, but it is almost useless to the demon king or even the big demon king.

After Lei Mo's ship accelerated its charge, its speed returned to normal, and after a short time, it accelerated its charge again, gradually moving away from the fleet of the two Zong and Lei families, and getting closer and closer to Fang Yun.

At this time, many scholars began to recite their own poems, and all kinds of light came to their boats, some of them faster, some of them stronger, some of them did not change but their rods became longer, and some of them had more bows.

"Haha, my line has grown! ”

"There's an extra wind behind my boat, and it's a little faster. ”

"Look stupid!"

Fang Yun was thinking about it and didn't want to care about others, but when he heard someone say that he was stupid, he couldn't help but look over.

I saw Tian Songshi, dressed in purple, standing on top of the sailboat, and there was a bow image of a sailfish on the bow of his boat.

The swordfish is the fastest among the fish, especially the swordfish demon, once it launches a charge, the speed is far faster than the Jiaoma!

In the sea, the swordfish demon is one of the four great guard groups of the dragons, and all the water tribes are terrified, because those stronger than them can never catch up with them, and those who are weaker than them can never escape.

I saw that Tian Songshi's sailboat was constantly accelerating, and at first the speed was not as good as the medium-sized warship, but after a while, it overtook it, and soon it was tied with the building ship, and finally surpassed all the building ships, only a little slower than Fang Yun.

Fang Yun nodded lightly, if the first round of poetry proved that Tian Songshi was poorly talented, then this second round of Tian Songshi was a blockbuster, proving that God rewards hard work, even if he is not very talented in poetry, but he has enough knowledge and experience, and he can also stand out in any environment.

The sooner the second round of poems is made, Fang Yun will quickly recite poems, and like everyone else, he just recites softly, without a spring thunder on his tongue.

"An inch of time and an inch of gold,

Reading does not realize that spring is deep.

It's not classmates to make people laugh,

Zhou Qing Kong Si is pursuing. ”

Suddenly, a ray of light fell from the sky and landed on Fang Yun's fishing rod, but the fishing rod only had a thin layer of light, and there was no other vision.

Many people were secretly paying attention to Fang Yun, and when they noticed that the light fell on the fishing rod, they sighed softly, and found that the vision of the fishing rod was not obvious, and realized that Fang Yun's poem might have failed.

Some scholars who admired Fang Yun had dim eyes, and it seemed that the myth of Fang Yun had been shattered.

Fang Yun's expression was calm, without the slightest sense of frustration.

"Hahaha......" There was a loud laugh from many people in Zonglei's fleet.

"In the middle of the race, light fishing rod, Fang Xusheng, you are really unlucky!"

"The point is that the light fishing rod does not cause the slightest mutation, it just adds a layer of light. ”

"Does King Ji dare to recite it in public?" said Lei Long's wide tongue.

Even Tian Songshi didn't hear the nearest one, and Hua Yuqing asked with a smile on his face: "Brother Fang, can you recite your poem of cherishing learning?" If it's inconvenient, forget it." ”

Fang Yun nodded and recited the entire poem with his tongue blooming spring thunder.

When the first sentence appeared, everyone was shocked, the meaning of this sentence is very simple, but it is extremely concise, pointing out the preciousness of time, making people instinctively feel that they cherish time, just like the sentence "thinking of relatives every festival", which makes people immediately realize that it is a famous sentence after listening to it, and it can be pondered repeatedly.

The meaning after that is not profound, it means that Fang Yun forgot to sleep and eat because he cherished time, and forgot time, if it wasn't for the laughter of his classmates who woke him up, he was still studying the scriptures and understanding the thoughts and feelings of King Wen of Zhou and Confucius.

"Good!" many people applauded.

"Just one sentence of 'one inch of time and one inch of gold' is enough for Mingzhou! Fang Xusheng's precise and capable words are the best in the world!"

"The words 'Zhou Qing Kong Si' are also remarkable. ”

"Although this poem failed to speed up the dragon boat, since the light fell on the fishing rod, it must not be as simple as it seems!"

"Look, who of the people in Zong Lei's fleet would dare to make fun of Fang Xusheng?"

Li Fanming's tongue bloomed and thundered: "Lei Longkuo, Fang Yun dares to recite it in public once, do you dare to recite yours?

The Lei family was silent, Fang Yun's poem as a whole was average, but just one sentence of "an inch of time and an inch of gold" could overwhelm the crowd.

Zong Zhi Bing said stiffly: "So what? Even if his fishing rod can catch the sky and the earth, and catch the optical sea fish, if the race fails, all the Wenxin fish will still be ours in the end! Good steel must be used on the blade! Our fleet has begun to accelerate!"

Fang Yun looked at Zong Lei's fleet, and eleven of the building ships exceeded the other building ships, and three of them were already on par with the dragon ships. The hull of the rest of the ships, which did not increase significantly, also showed various changes, some became more resistant to waves, and some became more resistant to high winds.

The building ships of the Fang Yun fleet also changed, but only three of the building ships accelerated, barely able to keep up with the channel of the stupid Rutian Songshi.

The gap between the two sides is obvious, and the strength of the two families is too strong.

In addition to these two fleets, the overall speed of ships in other places has increased significantly, and the speed of more than 20 building ships is no less than Fang Yun's dragon ships, and three of them are even a little faster than Fang Yun.

"This is Xuehai, full of opportunities, even if the poetry in front is poor, if you can rise in the back, you will have a chance to catch up. ”

"Fang Xusheng...... It's time for some setbacks, too. ”

"Learning the sea is more advantageous than life, and the advantages of scholars and Confucianism are too great. ”

"This has not yet encountered wind and waves, and if they go deep into the sea of learning, they will have a greater advantage. ”

"Aren't you curious about how this poem by Fang Xusheng has enhanced the fishing rod?"

"How can you let Fang Xusheng say this kind of thing casually, do you ask others if they are willing to say it?"

"That's right. ”

Fang Yun didn't care about other people's opinions at all, he glanced at the open sea in front of him, holding the fishing rod in his hand, sensing the new power.

When choosing the poem, Fang Yun hesitated for a long time, if he wanted to increase the speed of the boat, he was fifty percent sure of success, but the problem was that no matter how fast the boat was, if he encountered that kind of top-notch Wenxin fish, it would be difficult to catch it, so it was better to find a way to increase the success rate of fishing.

In the end, Fang Yun chose this poem. (To be continued......)