The astonishment on Zong Hou's face lingered for a long time, and after falling back to the sea, he glanced at the Black Mist Assassin with trepidation, bowed his hand to Fang Yun, and said, "I don't know what happened to the old man, did you already know the ability of this Lianshi Assassin, or did he himself discover my flaws and bombard me into the air." ”

Fang Yun replied truthfully: "It's his own way of fighting. ”

"Alas...... Strange people, strange poems. Zong Hou looked at the assassin with envy on his face.

The battlefield dissipated, and Zong Hou turned to leave.

Fang Yun looked around and found countless people discussing this poem.

"How long has it been since the two souls have been in poetry? I remember that Cao Cao had written it back then, and by the way, Zongsheng had it too. However, Zongsheng only had the double soul poem after the scholar, and the power of that poem was equivalent to the Hanlin war poem, which became a chicken rib. If he could form a three-soul poem, his power might be far greater than that of an ordinary university scholar's battle poem, but he didn't do it in the end. ”

"Yes, Fang Xusheng is much younger than the Sect Saint at that time. ”

"This Lianshi assassin is terrible, he is simply the nemesis of my generation of scholars! Demon barbarians are good at frontal combat, and we have many ways to guard against them, but this assassin is good at sneak attacks, and he can't prevent them. ”

"However, the most terrifying thing about this Lianshi assassin is not the sneak attack, but the ability to spot weaknesses. We have all studied the war poems of the past dynasties, but the battle poems of the two realms alone can have such a terrifying way of fighting, which is unprecedented. ”

"Who's calling this Lian poem is too wonderful, there are two of the four great assassins, if you get four together, the entire demon world will be shocked. ”

"The only pity is that it is not a hand-me-down poem. ”

"There is no poetry in the world. If there is really a poem, then the human race will surely prosper. Ordinary Jinshi and Demon Shuai fought to the death, and the victory or defeat was three or seven open, but if there was a Jinshi Lian poem, the victory or defeat was almost five or five. The most important thing is that the Three Realms War Poems are too difficult, and the human race is tens of billions. There are only a thousand people who have mastered the poetry of the Three Realms. However, there are countless people who have mastered the poetry of the Second Realm War. Once you have a Succession Poem, as long as you practice the Inheritance Poem to the Second Realm, the power is stronger than the Three Realm War Poems of the same level, and it is easier to cultivate!"

"At that time, everyone will be comparable to a poet!"

"Just wait. ”

Zhang Poyue said: "It's time for the third person." Hey...... Have you noticed that the ten people in Qingguo are different in what they are good at. Fang Bo is good at frontal fighting, Zong Hou is good at miscellaneous arts, but this third person is the famous painter Zhang Huzhu. A must. The fourth person is Mo Shu, a disciple of the Mo family's side branch, and ordinary Mo family jinshi and even Hanlin can only control one machine beast, he is good, he has the ability to control double control, which is equal to two people fighting! The fifth person is ......"

Zhang Poyue counted the ten people in Qingguo, and found that none of the ten people had the same strengths.

"It seems that Qingjun is very careful, if the advantages of ten people are similar, then Fang Void Saint only needs to win one, he can beat ten people. ”

"They're bothered. The odds are good. Let's come back to this set. ”

Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan looked at Fang Yun in the field, and then looked in the direction where Qingguo Guojun was, and fell into deep thought.

Zhang Huzhu is an old man with an exceptionally kind face, over eighty years old. The hair is white, but there is a little hunchback.

"Compared to the rest of the people, I'm just an old man, and I'm not good at poetry. Jingyi is not good, the only thing that can be done is to draw the Tao. I also hope that Fang Xusheng will not blame the old decay for lowering the realm of your enemy. Zhang Huzhu walked with a spring thunder on his tongue.

"The old gentleman is too humble. Fang Yun said politely.

Zhang Huzhu smiled and said: "I still regret it, I knew that your preaching on painting could cause the sky to fall." Even if you fight for this life, you should go to Jingguo to listen to the lecture. You don't know, a few days ago, I talked to Ruan Ling's old killer about the sky that day, and how he laughed at me. ”

"I remember that Master Nguyen Ling once went. ”

Fang Yun nodded, remembering very clearly that the day after he completed the Lingyan Pavilion, he taught painting and calligraphy and other techniques in the Jingguo Xue Palace, and the Lei family invited Ruan Ling from the Three Realms of Painting to make things difficult, but in the end, Ruan Ling not only did not make things difficult for Fang Yun, but devoutly learned Fang Yun's new painting techniques.

Afterwards, Ruan Ling announced to the public that he had reported the favor of the Lei family, and he would have nothing to do with the Lei family in the future, which made the Lei family angry and scolded.

Ruan Ling and Zhang Huzhu are both painting the three realms of the Tao "jumping on paper", although Zhang Huzhu is only a jinshi, but he has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and the battle painting is profound, and it is still on Zhanghu Zhu.

Fang Yun pondered in his heart, don't look at Zhang Huzhu ranked third, it seems that his strength ranks lower among the ten people, but due to the rules of civil warfare, this person's difficult Cheng Dù is far above many people.

Because, at the cost of giving up three treasures, Zhang Huzhu chose to use his own war painting Wenzhan.

All the war paintings were made by him before, and he could use them as he pleased.

The name of Zhanghu Bamboo, Fang Yun has long heard of it, this person's war painting kills ordinary demon marquis effortlessly, and the most brilliant achievement is to block a demon king for an hour with his own strength, and finally wait for reinforcements to leave safely.

Fang Yun felt a headache when he learned that there were ten people, no matter how powerful the Jiaoya Ancient Spear of that Qiu Chongshan was, no matter how strong Zong Jibing's soldier talent and Yasheng Star rank were, no matter how amazing Qu Hange's chess path was, it was impossible to stop a demon king for an hour.

Zhang Huzhu smiled and continued: "Old and talented, he has made small achievements in painting. In recent years, he has painted several proud works. ”

Hearing this, Fang Yun chuckled in his heart, a peak battle painting would definitely take more than half a year, which was equivalent to the strength he had accumulated for half a year to use temporary strength to fight the enemy, and this kind of power was more than once, and the chance of winning was extremely small.

The key is that the information shows that Zhang Huzhu is the same person as Qu Hange, who took the initiative to ask for civil war.

"But ......," Zhang Huzhu suddenly changed his words, "there is one that I want to give away, and another one that I am reluctant to use, and the third one I keep to exchange for what I need, and as for the other few paintings, I have to leave them to my children and grandchildren." With those paintings, at least five generations will not have to worry about eating and drinking. Alas, the elders have to worry about it. ”

When Fang Yun heard this, he was in awe.

Qingguo's seat suddenly became chaotic.

"How can this old puppet be so childish!"

"A traitor, a traitor, and a traitor!"

"I almost got into his doorway, I was really blind back then!"

Many scholars with low status scolded one after another, and those with higher status did not speak.

"Shut up!" a loud shout silenced everyone's voices, and some people were unconvinced and wanted to refute, but found that they couldn't make a sound at all.

Some people followed the prestige in fear, and it turned out to be Mr. Xun Da of the Xun family, the current acting head of the family, and the next head of the Xun family.

Whether it was the Zong family or Qingjun, they were all as well-behaved as little rabbits, lowering their heads and eyebrows, completely losing their previous sabre-rattling appearance in front of Fang Yun.

An old scholar of the Xun family sneered: "This time the cultural war is a country, no matter whether it wins or loses, only Mr. Huzhu can save my Qingguo from stigma." ”

Many people think about it for a while, and then it suddenly dawns on them.

If Zhanghu bamboo is really for the so-called future generations, as long as those few pieces are used on Fang Yun, if he loses, the royal family of Qingguo will compensate for the same price, if he wins, Zhang Huzhu will get more than a hundred times the profit!.

(To be continued......) R1292