"Quite likely!" Comte argued.

"Brother Delun! There are still twelve breaths. Fang Yun's voice suddenly sounded, and Kong Delun immediately shut up and prepared to write poetry.

Under Fang Yun's command, the process of everyone going up the mountain was very smooth, and the climbing speed was much faster than those demons.

This is at the cost of consuming talent, but also because every poem has a treasure at the beginning of the song, which doubles the power of poetry.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Thick layers of snow rush down the hillside frantically, but the power of poetry keeps emerging, opening the way and parting the snow waves so that the human race can keep climbing upward.

After reaching the halfway point of the mountain, the atmosphere of the team changed significantly, and everyone no longer talked and laughed as before.

After Ma Xiong wrote six poems one after another, he finally found it difficult to continue, and after being called by Fang Yun again, he said: "I want to repeat the first poem." As he spoke, he wrote the song "Yongsong", but this time he lost the first treasure, and the power was only half of the original.

A large number of pine trees appeared, forming a "jie" shape and lining up the snow waves, but as soon as these light and shadow pine trees appeared, they made a slight cracking sound, as if they could not bear the force of the avalanche.

Wisps of cold air fell on everyone through the light and shadow pine trees.

Almost all of them had a change in their faces.

No one can guarantee that new poems will be produced one after another.

Ma Xiong's first reuse of poetry was like a wake-up call that woke everyone up.

Fang Yun said: "Brother An, it's your turn after seven breaths." Now we encounter three difficulties, one is the problem of repetition of poems, poems are not the first song, the power is halved, but the power of the avalanche remains the same, so you should write poems more often. Fanming, it's your turn after eight breaths. ”

"As for the second difficulty, it is the problem of talent, and now your talent is constantly being consumed. I then had to calculate the connection between each two poems more precisely, so that the power of the poems did not overlap and be wasted. Brother Shitang, after six breaths. ”

"As for the third difficulty, the chill in the snow can already be weakened through the power of poetry, but it will also affect us. Brother Yan, the strongest snow wave will come after twelve breaths, are you sure to resist with a poem?"

"Yes. "Yan Yu Kongdao.

"That's good. Fang Yun nodded.

After listening to Fang Yun's words, everyone realized the most obvious difference between now and before: before everyone talked and laughed for a while before they needed to change people to write poems, but now Fang Yun only said a few words. It was forced to be divided into three sections, and it can be seen how severe the shape shì is.

"Brother Zhang, the poem will be completed after ten breaths. Fang Yun looked at the other person, and then continued, "From now on, everyone must not use the strength of courage to resist the cold, in case of an accident, you can barely resist a few breaths, leaving time for poetry......

Next. Fang Yun instructed everyone to continue writing poems, and at the same time said all kinds of ways to deal with it.

Even if the shape is critical now, the team still moves forward in an orderly manner, because the connection between each two poems is excellent. The ascent did not slow down.

It's just that except for Fang Yun, everyone's faces are frozen blue, cold to the bone marrow, and their bodies are obviously not flexible enough. But gritted his teeth and moved forward.

It didn't take long for everyone to discover Fang Yun's abnormality.

"Fang Yun, why are you looking like usual? We were frozen and stiffened. You don't seem to have changed at all!" Li Fanming asked suddenly.

"Sharpen the knife and don't mistake the woodcutter. Fang Yundao.

Those present were all the top lifters of the Ten Kingdoms, and they immediately remembered Fang Yun's table in the first corridor.

"Alas...... I might as well too. Yan Yukong sighed lightly, only then did he understand another reason why Fang Yun took over the command, he had already comprehended the power of this chill in the first corridor, so that he could not be disturbed by the chill on the avalanche slope, and he could better command everyone.

A man said in a ashamed voice: "Fang Cai's poem can withstand for a long time, and I still feel that Fang Yun's command is useless, and now I frequently rotate to resist the avalanche, only to find out that Fang Yun is powerful, if there is no him, we will not only have poems overlapping and cause waste, but also the slightest carelessness may wipe out the whole army." ”

Zi said: The year is cold, and then the pine and cypress are withered. Kong Sheng's words are the most appropriate to praise Fang Yun at this moment. Han Shoulu sighed lightly.

Everyone knows that this is the original sentence of Confucius in the Analects, and only when it is the coldest time, when all the trees wither, can it be found that only pine and cypress trees can hold on to the end.

Everyone regretted it, this avalanche slope could not have the opportunity to comprehend the power of coldness, the power level of the corridor behind it was stronger, and the possibility of comprehension was even smaller.

The crowd walked for another quarter of an hour, and the frequency of the rotation of poems increased a little.

Fang Yun didn't put down the pallet of the shirt before, but now he put down the pallet, the brush was inserted in the ink, and he held the brush in his right hand.

The ink has frozen, and it will take some energy to break the ice to get the ink.

Fang Yun's move became the second signal of urgency, and the atmosphere in the team became even more depressing.

Fang Yun used to name one place by one, but this time after calling a person's name, he immediately said: "Brother Yuqing will prepare immediately, and the poem will be completed after seven breaths." Brother Wude is ready, and there will be a wave of the strongest snow wave around the twelfth breath. ”

Everyone was silently preparing, the frequency of rotation was getting faster and faster, everyone could hardly write new poems, they could only keep repeating one of their own poems, Fang Yun had already remembered the time their poems could last.

A new wave of the strongest wave appeared, and when I looked up, I could see that there was a line of snow in front of me that was obviously slightly higher, and it was quickly pressed over with a deafening sound.

Zong Wude took a deep breath and repeated a poem he had made before, as a descendant of Zongsheng, he passed the three mountains and three pavilions when he was lifting, and obtained the next grade of hard writing, one breath and one sentence.

Zong Wude is very confident in himself, according to the plan, four breaths into a poem, half a breath to play a role, and after half a breath, the strongest snow wave will be ushered in.

However, just as he was writing the last sentence, a chill invaded Zong Wude's body, his hand shook, the pen slided, and he made a mistake, a wrong word.

A poem ruined.

All the lifters were stunned, because after one breath, the strongest snow wave was about to rush over, and no one could write a poem in one breath.

Niu Shan hurriedly blocked in front of Fang Yun.

Yan Yukong didn't say a word, and rushed forward with an arrow step, wanting to temporarily block the snow wave with the strength of his own courage realm, although he would be killed by the impact of the snow wave, it was enough to fight for a period of time for the people behind.

Invisible sadness and emotion rose in everyone's heart, and everyone took up a pen and wrote.

"Alas......"

Everyone heard Fang Yun sigh lightly and frowned, and many people thought to themselves what they were sighing at this time. If you don't write poems to save Yan Yukong, why is Fang Yun so ignorant of the importance at a critical time.

Many people looked at Fang Yun with their peripheral eyes as they wrote, but everyone was stunned, then stopped their pens, looked up at Fang Yun in unison, and finally looked at his hand and pen.

Fang Yun's brush is writing at a speed far beyond anyone else's.

After one breath, four lines of poetry were completed.

"The lonely peak was white overnight, and the unique dark fragrance was cold. The north wind broke through the thousands of layers of snow, and sent thousands of plums to fight for spring. ”

Poetry. Vitality surges.

The wind swept and instantly blew the snow waves in front of you into the sky, turning into a cloud of snow scattering, and then dense plum trees stretched forward, clearing the snow waves and paving a safe hiking path.

Yan Yukong, who originally thought he was going to die, stood in place, then turned around and looked at Fang Yun in surprise.

"A breath becomes a poem?" Yan Yukong asked in disbelief.

Li Fanming replied: "Yes, it is a poem that can only be attained by the legendary high-grade hard writing and writing heart! But before he entered the holy ruins, he was only a showman! Doesn't it mean that he went to the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions in Shushan but did not have a third pavilion? Doesn't it mean that he is just the same as the top Xiucai of the past dynasties? Where did he come from Wenxin? Do you Kong family have a show to get the best quality of writing and writing?"

"Don't say that it's impossible to get Xiucai, I haven't even gotten it to lift people! Except for the demi-saint, I've never heard of anyone who has a high-grade literary heart!" Comte replied.

"yes? Shi Tang said in his heart that he hadn't even figured out the blood of the great sage, why did he come out with a high-grade Wenxin again?

"Isn't it obvious that this guy Fang Yun was on the Book Mountain for the first time. has already broken the convention that Xiucai is only three mountains, and after the three mountains and three pavilions, not only has it passed, but also obtained an unprecedented high-grade literary heart!"

Hua Yuqing suddenly shouted: "I remember! That day, when Fang Yun wrote 'Iron Horse Binghe Comes to Dream'." Obviously, he is highly poisonous, and it takes a long time to write a word, but his writing speed is close to that of ordinary people. Obviously, it can only be done by relying on high-quality hard work and writing!"

"I see, no wonder you are so poisoned and can still write war poems! Fang Yun, you bastard has made us so miserable!" Li Fanming shouted.

"Xiucai has crossed the three mountains, and he has to be high-quality, which is really unheard of and amazing!"

"If this matter gets out, the whole world will be shocked!

"It's really an eye-opener to turn a breath into a poem. I can't wait to slap myself, when he sighed just now, I thought he was sad and didn't know the general situation, but now I understand that he sighed because he didn't want to expose his true strength!"

"Don't be there and tell me what's going on. The only top-grade literary heart under the half-saint is much more important than what kind of saint you are in front of and what kind of literati you set an example!"

"Yes, in addition to writing a song "Wind and Rain Dream War" in public before, that is, playing the war song "General's Order", you have never written war poems in public, at most you have written chapters, we didn't even see that you have a high-quality literary heart!"

Fang Yun just smiled indifferently and said, "Ma Xiong, the poem will be completed after eighteen breaths, and Brother An will prepare." ”

Seeing that Fang Yun didn't say anything, everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, especially the big rabbit, jumping and jumping, eager to find out what was going on immediately.

Kong Delun suddenly said loudly: "I order in my capacity as the deacon of the Holy Courtyard Torture Hall, no one shall mention this matter from now on, and when the Holy Ruins are out, I will ask the Holy Judge to keep silent!"

"Yes!" everyone agreed, this kind of news is not a joke.

Li Fanming hurriedly looked around and said, "Fortunately, the surroundings are blocked by big trees, and they are not seen by the demons, and Xun Ye is not seen, otherwise it will be dangerous." ”

"Let's keep walking, but why do I think this avalanche slope has become so much safer?" Yan Yukong smiled.

Everyone couldn't help laughing, there is Fang Yun's one-breath poem, which is a hundred times safe......r than before!