The battle between the top combat power of the Great Departure Confucianism and the Demon Clan continued, and on the way to the Great Departure Palace to participate in the peak competition of the students of the Four Great Confucians, he heard the news of the fall of the first Great Confucian.

It was a great Confucian from the Jiangnan Academy, an extremely old Confucian, who had heard that he had experienced the previous dynasty.

Many years ago, that old Confucian lived in seclusion in the Jiangnan School Palace, not asking about world affairs, but just writing books and speaking with peace of mind, instructing some young scholars to cultivate.

Fang Yi had never heard of the name of that Great Confucian, but this time, everyone in the world knew the name of that Great Confucian.

Ma Yiming, this is the name of the fallen Confucian.

The death of Confucianism in battle aroused the common sorrow of Confucianism and Taoism in the world.

The light of the Wenqu stars in the sky has dimmed a lot, and the Confucian and Taoist students all feel sad spontaneously on this day.

In the Confucian Palace, Mr. Big stood up for the first time and bowed to the southeast, and the name of the tenth person in the list behind him was Ma Yiming, but that name began to gradually dissipate, and finally nothing was left.

Fang Yi also felt an inexplicable sadness, this is the fate of Confucian and Taoist monks.

Ma Yiming's great Confucian deserves to die!

"Scholar Feng seems to be crying." At this moment, Xiao Xiangzi suddenly spoke.

Fang Yi and their trip, led by Feng Ziqin, went to the Great Departure Palace to participate in the pinnacle competition.

"Ma Daru is kind and kind, and brings up the younger generations, I heard that the reason why Scholar Feng was able to become a scholar in the first place is because of Ma Daru's credit." Jiang Baiyi also spoke at this time.

Although Jiang Baiyi was a child of the Jiang Sheng family, he still failed to break through to the Wupin Hanlin Realm in the end, so he had to be recruited to participate in the pinnacle competition.

"I see." Shangguan Mingyue also spoke, sighing lowly: "Scholar Feng must be very sad." ”

Fang Yi was stunned at this time, and suddenly stopped.

He slowly walked up to Scholar Feng and said, "Scholar Feng, the student has a reluctant request. ”

Feng Ziqin quietly wiped away his tears at this time and said, "What's the matter, let's talk about it." ”

Fang Yi's eyebrows were sad, and he said in a low voice: "I suddenly heard that Ma Daru fought the demon clan and fell, and the students were so sad that they wanted to write a poem for Ma Daru." ”

Feng Ziqin was even more sad when he heard Fang Yi mention his sadness, but at this time, when he heard that Fang Yi was going to compose a poem for Ma Daru, he couldn't help but be stunned, and asked, "What, do you know Ma Daru??" ”

"I've heard of it." Fang Yi shook his head and said, "But I didn't have a chance, I haven't seen it." ”

Feng Ziqin nodded: "In that case, I thanked you first for Ma Daru." ”

Feng Ziqin naturally would not doubt Fang Yi's poetic talent, after all, this is a top genius with amazing poetic talent, and the few poems made by Fang Yi are all amazing works that can be sung through the ages.

If Fang Yi makes another poem, it can make Ma Daru famous, if that poem is a stunning work and can still be passed down through the ages, then Ma Daru's name will be the same as the poem that has been circulated, and it can also be passed down through the ages.

If so, you should thank Fang Yi.

Fang Yi shook his head slightly, his gaze looked southeast.

He was in a trance and said, "This poem is called "Don't Horse Confucian". ”

"Man is inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather!"

Fang Yi spoke softly, deafeningly, and said the background of his writing of this poem, and he was also speaking highly of the death of Ma Daru, the significance of the entire Dali, and the entire Dali Confucianism.

Ma Daru's death is heavier than Mount Tai!

"Boom !!" Feng Ziqin only felt that something in his ears exploded, he burst into tears, and at this time he was in pain and fell to his knees: "Ma Daru, you, have you heard, people are inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather!" Ma Daru, your death should be heavier than Mount Tai!! ”

Jiang Baiyi and the others had already gathered around when they heard that Fang Yi was going to make a poem for Ma Daru just now.

At this time, he heard what Fang Yi said, and Feng Ziqin, who was in tears at this time, was suddenly deeply moved, unconsciously looked at the north, and muttered to himself: "Heavier than Mount Tai, lighter than a feather!" ”

……

At the same time, the Confucian Palace.

Mr. Big's body was shaken, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and his pupils were as black as ink, reflecting everything in the world at this time, and the stars were circulating.

After a while, his gaze converged on Fang Yi at this moment.

"Man is inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather?" Mr. Big secretly admired in his heart, this sentence is enough to see Fang Yi's mind and ambition.

"This is a mourning poem for Ma Yiming?" Mr. Big's heart was even more shocked, this kid, how many surprises are there to look forward to, and how much potential is worth tapping? ?

"Although Ma Yiming is dead, there is this poem, which will be immortal!" Mr. Big did not hesitate at this time, he took out a mirror from his arms at this time, reflecting the picture of Fang Yi's poems at this time, and simultaneously transmitted it to Yunmengze outside the southeast sea.

At this time, many great Confucians were fighting, and at a certain moment, suddenly everyone felt something, and their eyes were looking at the top of their heads.

In a picture, Fang Yi's eyes were looking at them.

……

Fang Yi's gaze softened at this time and looked at the sky.

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight,"

At this moment, the clouds that have become increasingly dull and obscuring the sky have obscured the brilliant sun, reflecting the dark yellow color of the sky.

Fang Yi read out the first line of the poem.

"The north wind blows geese and snow." Fang Yi stood motionless and read out the second line of the poem.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, the north roared, the geese flew south, and the first snowflake after Fang Yi came to this world finally fell in the sky.

Today, the beginning of winter, the northern country is already a time of bleakness and snowflakes.

"Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you!"

Fang Yi let out a long breath and read out the two lines of the poem.

Ma Daru, please don't worry about having no confidant on the road to fight against the demon clan, although you have passed away, but the people of Confucianism and Taoism in the world, who doesn't know you Ma Daru!!

Fang Yi wrote poems so far, his heart is infinitely sentimental, the great Confucianism fights against the demons, Ma Daru is the first Confucianism to die in battle, but it will definitely not be the last.

There will also be countless great Confucians who have succeeded them, just for the foundation of hundreds or even thousands of years after Confucianism and Taoism.

How great, how glorious, how fortunate, and how well deserved!

Or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than Hongmao, the death of Ma Daru is heavier than Mount Tai!!

Feng Ziqin couldn't help himself, pounded his head on the ground, and cried, especially when he heard Fang Yi's last two poems, "Don't worry about the road ahead without knowing yourself, no one in the world knows you." When these two lines of poetry, it is even more difficult to help themselves, sad and gratifying, this poem should be a poem for the ages, and Ma Daru will also follow this poem to pass on through the ages.

"Ma Daru, if you are alive and hear this poem, you should be a big white one!!" Feng Ziqin cried to the extreme, laughed wildly, and then bowed to Fang Yi, this salute, long to the ground, sincere feelings, Feng Ziqin said loudly: "Feng Ziqin thanked Fang Yi on behalf of Ma Daru!" ”

Fang Yi hurriedly picked up Feng Ziqin and said, "Mentor Feng, you don't have to be polite, I also have feelings. ”

Saying that, Fang Yi looked at the southeast and said again: "I would like to dedicate this poem to all the great Confucians who are fighting against demons in the southeast sea, they are the real pillars of the country, and they are brilliant without them!" ”

……

At this moment, the great Confucians who were fighting in the southeast sea were suddenly stunned.

Everyone's eyes were on the picture in the sky at this time.

In particular, Fang Yi's "Don't Horse Yiming", as well as Fang Yi's last sentence, at this moment, are all imprinted in the hearts of many Confucians present, and they can no longer linger.

"Don't worry about the road ahead!" A big Confucian suddenly laughed loudly and said, "Hahaha, Brother Ma, you are going to be famous for eternity this time." ”

Saying that, the great Confucian came out of his body at this time, and only then did he turn into a sword, and hundreds of long swords instantly gathered around him, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of long swords shot out, killing all the demon clans around him, and the power was overwhelming.

"Who in the world doesn't know you!!" The other great Confucian was also fierce at this time, looked at the surrounding great Confucian, and said: "Brothers, the old man is going to give up his life today!" ”

As the first batch of Confucians, especially the Confucians of the Jiangnan Academy, they were all extremely moved at this time, and this poem was so morale-inspiring.

A sentence "Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you." "That's enough.

This is not much stronger than sending a memorial arch and erecting a stone monument, as long as someone reads this poem, they will think of Ma Yiming Confucianism, what an honor.

The greatness of life is the greatness of death.

Wang Jingzhen was also among the first batch of Confucians to be recruited, and he was also muttering to himself at this time, but he was not reading the poem written by Fang Yi, but the sentence before Fang Yi wrote the poem: "People are inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather!" ”

This sentence was read by him, because Wang Jingzhen was the only person in the world who had read the "Historical Records", and he knew that this passage was said in the "Historical Records - Report to Ren'an Book".

And how appropriate this passage is to be used here.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the king is willing to die, it is heavier than Mount Tai!" At this time, Wang Jingzhen also fought bravely to kill the enemy.

A sudden poem gave the twenty-nine Confucians present a bottle of violent chicken blood, and each of them usually increased their combat power by 100% compared to the previous one.

There was a shout of killing, and many demon clans who killed trembled.

……

Confucian Palace, Mr. Big also sighed.

This son is a freak.

Any poem is an amazing poem that can be passed down through the ages.

It's like the immortals in the sky descending to the mortal world, and between their gestures, they all become shocking articles.

……

At this time, Fang Yi, the information on the panel resurfaced.

[Eternal Poems: Congratulations on making eternal poems, obtaining the Wenqu Star Talent Infusion, and you obtaining the Wenqu Star Fragment*1. 】

[High morale: The "Farewell Horse Yiming" you made greatly stimulated the combat power of Confucianism and Taoism, and you will get an additional 50 luck points and 10 life opportunities. 】

[Prestige has increased greatly: Feng Ziqin is grateful to you, many great Confucians are impressed by you, and you gain 30 prestige points. 】

[The omen of the poet ancestor: You have once again made poems through the ages, the road of the poet ancestor has taken another step, and you are one step closer to the title of the poet ancestor. 】