As soon as this poem came out, the vitality between heaven and earth shook, and the heavy rain within 300 miles of Yuhai City weakened by forty percent!

The original wind and rain obscured the scenery within ten miles, but now everyone can see the scenery within a hundred miles.

The originally extremely thick dark clouds have also faded by three points, and the edges of the dark clouds are like gold and red.

The Jiaowang hung in the air and struggled and flew wildly, causing a monstrous wave, but he was never able to break through the shackles of this poem, and his mouth was locked tightly.

A person in the city tower reads: "The mountains are rainy, the dragon palace is lonely; Good poetry! Good spirit! Fang Banxiang has a lot in his chest. If it is an ordinary flood, it is very likely to be wiped out by a poem. ”

Feng Yuanjun couldn't close his mouth with joy, because the second half of Fang Yun's sentence was so good, he handed the pen to Fang Yun and asked Fang Yun to inscribe the name of the poem.

Fang Yun shook his head slightly, motioned for Feng Yuanjun to come by himself, and then walked to the corner and looked outside, frowning and deep in thought.

When everyone saw Fang Yun's move, they were both emotional and envious, the inscription poem is not a false name, but a real literary name, which belongs to the literati, Fang Yun took the initiative not to inscribe the poem, in addition to being humble and vague, but also because there is no shortage of this literary name.

Those two lines of poetry not only sealed the mouth of King Jiao, but also suppressed the people of Qingguo.

Several Qingguo people were ashamed, and the "Lou Guanhai Ri, the door to the tide of Zhejiang" was the finishing touch of the whole poem, but Fang Yun did not have the title of the poem, this kind of gentleman's state that really happened in front of them touched their heartstrings.

There are a total of twelve people who came here to celebrate the country's Xiucai and Juren, and three of them silently retreated and gave up suppressing Fang Yun.

Before, they were for Qingguo and the Holy Way, but their confidence was completely shattered by two poems, and if they still wanted to continue fighting, it might affect the Wengong or Wenguts, so they chose to silently recite the original sentence of the "Book of Songs" in their hearts, "Both clear and philosophical, in order to protect their bodies" to protect their bodies. Withdrawing at such a time can save yourself.

Feng Yuanjun said: "Even if you don't write poems, you should be the first author." After speaking, write the word "lock dragon" on the page of the poem, and then put the official seal on it, this poem is crazy to surge, one foot out of the county, two feet to the house, this poem is two feet seven, it is the poem of the house, it is possible to Mingzhou in the future.

Many literati congratulated Fang Yun and Feng Zimo. Even a scholar who writes a poem can be celebrated.

Fang Yun didn't show the slightest hint of joy, and continued to stand in the corner, frowning and thinking about how to solve the heavy rain crisis.

Many Jingguo people saw it in their eyes, and sighed in their hearts, this time is indeed a big crisis for Fang Yun, those imperial histories are probably ready to play the chapter, once the flood is bigger, they will inevitably join him and win his title of literati.

The literati are not in vain. Once the title is seized, Fang Yun's Wen Palace will inevitably be shaken.

Although the slave doesn't know anything, he can feel that the Tao Fang Yun is preoccupied, and it is no longer coquettish and entangled. Instead, he honestly was in Fang Yun's arms, looking up at Fang Yun with his big clear eyes, praying that Fang Yun would get through the difficulties.

The six people, including the first disciple of Shijun, also discovered Fang Yun's predicament and looked at each other. They all see determination in each other's eyes!

was slapped by Wenzong and sent to the border city of Lin Man, with a bleak future. If you complete Qingguo's mission, you will still have the opportunity to go further in Qingguo, but if you can't suppress Fang Yun, it will be tantamount to a complete defeat, although it will not be completely given up by Qingguo, but it will never be reused again.

Only one fight!

The first disciple of Shijun said slowly: "Fang Yun, it's your turn! If you can't break the flood in Jiangzhou, you will become a sinner in Jiangzhou through the ages, and the people of Jiangzhou will hate you for generations to come! If the flood lasts for more than ten days, at least hundreds of people will die, and at least tens of thousands of people will lose their lives! It's all your fault!"

Governor Dong said sharply: "Qingguo people, although there can be verbal attacks above the Wenhui to encourage competition, but if you slander Fang Yun like this, don't blame me, a Jinshi, for bullying the small!"

The poet's first disciple straightened his neck and said proudly: "What? You Jingguo people are incompetent, and others can't say it? My teacher said that if Jingguo people can't even stop the rain on Qixi Festival, they are not worthy of accepting his gift poems at all!

"What are you talking about!" Jingguo people's anger that had been held back for a long time finally broke out.

"Dare to insult me Jiangzhou!"

Suddenly, the dragon roared.

"It's not good, King Jiao is crazy!"

The crowd hurried to look.

I saw that the Jiao King opened his mouth, and a dragon horn with a length flew out of his mouth, completely breaking through the power of the dragon poem, and the dragon horn exuded a terrible might, and the wind, rain, thunder and lightning were all crazy.

The clouds were churning, the lightning was continuous, the thunder was coming and going, the wind was howling, and the rain was pouring down like a waterfall.

The strength of the temple kept the heavy rain at bay for a mile.

The wind and rain were like a wall, completely blocking everyone's sight, and everyone could no longer see the figure of Jiaowang.

"You lock the mouth of this king, and this king locks the whole city with rain!

Governor Dong sighed lightly and said: "Fellow writers, don't entangle with the unscrupulous and shameless people of Qingguo, please show your abilities, and don't let the heavy rain continue! That Jiaosheng Longjiao is too powerful, go and gather the rest of the literati!

"I'm going to call someone!" Feng Yuanjun shook the official seal, and then hundreds of Hongyan handbooks flew out of the holy temple.

A moment later, one by one, the marching warriors were shuttling through the city several times faster than ordinary carriages, and ran towards the tower of the southern sub-city with gusts of wind.

A cart drawn by ten horses climbed the military city wall, galloped on the wide city wall, and soon came to the outside of the city tower of the southern vice city.

At this moment, civil officials, literary institutes and the military have gathered inside and outside the city tower, as well as many idle Jinshi, and even many old Jinshi and old people who are old enough to take the initiative to ask for help after getting the news.

More than 200 literati gathered inside and outside the city tower, all wearing the board clothes sent by the army, or constantly writing poems and essays to stop waterlogging to win by quantity, or frowning and thinking bitterly to win by quality.

The city wall is clear as usual within a mile, but the wind, rain and dark clouds a mile away form a dark world, forming an extremely strong oppressive force, like a dam that is about to burst, and it can destroy Yuhai City at any time.

The Qingjiang Jiaowang grabbed the Jiaosheng Dragon Horn and flew in the heavy rain, constantly cursing with demon words, the wind and rain were too big, no one could see it, which made it more and more arrogant.

The head of Jiangzhou officers, Lu Dudu, got out of the car, and a soldier outside the city tower hurriedly said: "Lu Dadu Governor has arrived!"

The governor of Ludu is a high-ranking and powerful minister, a veteran of the military, and a Hanlin. It would have been warmly welcomed, but all the officials of the Faculty of Liberal Arts turned a blind eye, and all the old people also turned a deaf ear, eighty percent of the civil officials continued to look at the wind and rain outside, and ninety percent of the young people raised their heads bowed.

Less than half of the soldiers walked up to greet them.

Lu Dudu was wearing a military uniform, his sideburns were slightly white, his face was resolute, and he waved his hand and said: "Stopping waterlogging is the heaviest, no need to be polite!"

A group of pro-soldiers entered the city tower with the governor of Ludu, and those high-ranking officials did not greet them. It was impossible not to say hello when they met, so they greeted one after another.

Lu Dudu's gaze was calm and cold, swept past the people of Qingguo, and finally walked towards the six people who were slapped by Wenzong, and asked as he walked: "These six people are the people who insulted my Jingguo?"

"Yes, Grand Duke. ”

Lu Dudu's leather boots stepped on the stone slab of the city tower and made a dull sound, and he walked quickly to a person with a swollen face in front of Qingguo.

"You...... What are you going to do?" the Qingguo lifted the man and stepped back while covering his swollen left cheek.

"Beat you. Lu Dudu raised his leg with a kick, and it hit the abdomen of the Qingguo Juren, and the Qingguo Juren immediately flew upside down. Bang against the wall.

Hanlin's body was extremely strong, and Na Qingguo was kicked and vomited blood.

Next to him, the poet's first disciple said: "What are you going to do! We are Qingguo literati, we don't have a literary comparison! I am the poet's first apprentice!"

Lu Dudu said casually: "I don't have Wenbi, I'm here to fight!" After speaking, he kicked the man on the ground again. Hard leather boots kicked the man hard in the head.

The people of Qingguo were frightened, and looked at Lu Dudu in disbelief, how could a Hanlin beat people! Is this still a scholar? The gentleman doesn't move his mouth!

Jingguo people smiled when they saw it, although Lu Dudu was Hanlin. But if you have been guarding the frontier for a long time, if your style is not tough, if you are not ruthless enough. It is impossible to bring that group of soldiers at all, and it is impossible to fight against the barbarians.

Lu Dudu pointed to the people on the ground and said, "Drag it out and fight! Don't beat it to death! This is not Wenbi, it's a fight! Unconvinced Qingguo people can come to me at any time!"

The people of Qingguo wilted.

Waiting for the two pro-soldiers to drag the man out of the house, Lu Dudu looked around at the Qingguo people expressionlessly, and then said, "Give me the board clothes, I'm here to participate in the waterlogging prevention meeting." After speaking, he began to write poems to stop waterlogging like everyone else.

Fang Yun sighed secretly in his heart, he was worthy of being a Hanlin who could become the governor of the capital, although he had been pressed by Li Wenying, but just such a single hand was enough to make many people change their attitude towards him.

More than 200 people and scholars continued to write poems on the city wall to stop waterlogging, pieces of paper flew one after another, and the vitality was close to rage, and the wind of vitality swept through the crowd, and those ordinary soldiers had to stay away.

Time passed minute by minute, the wind and rain did not weaken in the slightest, Jingguo people became more and more desperate, and Qingguo people were secretly happy.

Suddenly, Feng Yuanjun's eyes lit up, and he said, "Fang Yun, have you started writing?" Before leaving the bottom of the sea, thousands of mountains are black, and only then do you reach the sky and all the countries are bright......!

Feng Yuanjun gasped, bright yellow cloud patterns appeared on the paper, and there was a transparent five-clawed small yellow dragon swimming slowly on the paper, and then the entire Jade Sea City shook slightly, and a strange and magnificent force merged into the pages of the poem.

Hundreds of miles of wind and rain emptied, thousands of miles of dark clouds decreased sharply, and the sun's rays suddenly intensified, slightly through the dark clouds.

Feng Yuanjun exclaimed: "Imperial poem! Fang Yun wrote an imperial poem!"

Fang Yunxin said, this is a poem by Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, Song Taizu, of course, an imperial poem.

waited for Fang Yun to write the whole poem, and the audience was a sensation.

Everyone stopped the pen in their hands and gathered around, and the first person to come took the initiative to form a circle, enclosing an open space to protect Fang Yun and avoid being disturbed by others.

Everyone stared at the page on the pallet in front of Fang Yun, at the ever-changing cloud patterns, at the peculiar little yellow dragon, and at the two magnificent poems.

Before leaving the bottom of the sea, thousands of mountains are black, and only then do you reach the sky and all the countries are bright!

The people of Qingguo were dumbfounded, looking at each other, I don't know how this happened to Lu Dao, it was an imperial poem, the poem became a dragon, how could Fang Yun write it!.

(To be continued......)