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Although Fang Yun changed the map of Shushan, which may be beneficial to the Jixia Academy, it should still be fair to other countries......

With Zhang Zemu, Leng Yunfei, Baili Qingfeng and Ding Yi, as well as the number of Jinshi comparable to Jixia Academy, the Confucian and Taoist lineup of Yan Kingdom is definitely not inferior to the other five countries.

Even if it's delayed, it can't be delayed for so long!

But she still comforted King Yan and said: "There must be some twists and turns, but it is still possible to catch up later!"

Hearing Jiang Yurou's relief, King Yan could only nod helplessly.

Think of it as a white lie.

Suddenly, someone in the clouds shouted: "Look, the Confucian students of Yan Kingdom have appeared!"

I saw that the other countries were all marching in a long snake formation, and only the Confucian students of Yan Kingdom were advancing in a group......

Originally, these Confucian scholars of the Yan Kingdom were divided into three parts, constantly changing people to resist the strange wind in the book mountain, and the princes of other countries had to admire Qin Feng's planning ability.

"It seems that the strength of the Confucian students of the Yan Kingdom is relatively average, so Qin Feng asked them to take turns to block the strange wind, and a few leaders concentrated on solving the problem and passing the test......"

"Like the people sent by the Jixia School Palace, the strongest is close to the half-saint, and the weakest is only at the Xiucai level, there is no way to use such a tactic......"

"But the biggest weakness of this formation is that it must act together, if you change the formation and disperse, it will only consume mental power more than the first time you discharged a long snake formation......"

"It's a pity that their luck is not good, it is estimated that they got lost in the book mountain, otherwise they would not have wasted so much time. ”

Jiang Yurou saw a hint of something strange above the illusion world.

The mental power consumption of all the Confucians in the Yan Kingdom is about the same, but Zhang Zemu's mental power is very weak and almost exhausted, as if it has been evacuated, and it can only move forward with the support of a hundred miles of breeze.

Jiang Yurou looked at Fang Yun on the boat of the empty building opposite, and actually looked at the people of Yan Kingdom below, her face changed slightly, and she seemed to feel a little surprised.

All this corroborates Jiang Yurou's guess: "In the fantasy world of the book mountain, something must have happened!"

When he arrived at the Shushan Wharf, Zhang Zemu glanced at Wenzhou, and sat down cross-legged, about to write a poem to summon Wenzhou.

Judging from the illusion realm above, Zhang Zemu had just opened the four treasures of the study room in the plate armor, and when he spread out the paper, he sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

He was stunned by Leng Yunfei, Baili Qingfeng and Ding Yi, as well as the Confucian scholars of the Qin Mansion.

Everyone stopped Zhang Zemu from writing poems, but Zhang Zemu sat cross-legged on the ground and stopped everyone's actions sharply.

At the moment when everyone was stunned, he thought for a moment and immediately picked up his pen and began to write.

Holding a pen in his right hand while writing, holding a snow-white handkerchief in his left hand to cover his mouth, after coughing violently, there must be a large pool of bright red blood on the white handkerchief......

Just from the outside of the illusion realm, I feel uncomfortable, not to mention Zhang Zemu, whose body is suffering from the bright light at this time?

Zhang Zemu's hand holding the pen kept trembling, but his eyes became more and more determined.

As the poem was written word by word, it was the last sentence, and at this moment, Zhang Zemu's pen shook, and he immediately coughed violently.

"Wow" a mouthful of blood sprayed on the white paper, like a peach blossom, and instantly opened the entire white paper!

"Dirty!"

The Confucian students of the surrounding Yan Kingdom all showed regret on their faces, and even Zhang Zemu's apprentice, Baili Qingfeng hugged the master in distress and cried bitterly.

This poem, which Zemu wrote almost with his life, was stained with blood, which was equivalent to a waste volume.

Written in vain!

"Judging from the posture just now, it should be a good poem, even if you can't call the first boat, at least you can call the fastest boat left, but the poem has been stained with blood......"

The prime ministers of various countries who did not end up all lamented.

"Unless you write another poem, it is possible to summon a boat...... And it's different from what I'm doing now......"

"But with this person's physical condition, I'm afraid I can write another equally excellent poem!"

Even King Qin said with some regret.

"Yan Guo's trial in Shushan this time is really full of disasters and difficulties......

Ying Zheng said gloomily: "Fang Yun must not have just changed the route of Shushan just now, he must have given birth to a black hand on Yan Guoru......

At this moment, Jiang Huanzhu, the martial saint of the Qi State who was not far from everyone in the Qin State, suddenly sneered.

"Our martial arts family has always been a king and a loser, and the weak eat the strong......"

"The final outcome is the most important thing!"

"Don't you, as a martial artist, understand this truth?"

Hearing this, some of the princes who didn't have a good impression of Qi Guo ridiculed one after another.

"It's as if your Qi Kingdom has won the Confucianism and Taoism competition!"

"Who killed the deer, it is not yet known ......"

"Hmph, the big words are too full, be careful to flash your tongue!"

Jiang Huanzhu stroked his white beard and didn't speak, and the prime minister of Qi next to him was about to speak, when someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Look at the illusion!"

"This ...... This seems to be Haoran Wenhui, the light of the avenue?"

All the Confucians in the Jixia School Palace, who had no end, shouted in shock.

"You don't need a mirror, the light of the light appears! This is Haoran Wenhui, the light of the avenue!"

"There are Confucian scholars in Yan who can write poems containing 'the light of the avenue'......"

"Oh my God, this is a poetic treasure second only to the vision of heaven and earth......"

There are even more people in the Jixia School Palace, who are distracted and jealous: "I am an outstanding person in the Jixia School Palace, and I have been practicing Confucianism and Taoism for thousands of years, why is this article not from the hands of the Jixia people?"

Within the illusion realm, everyone in the Yan Kingdom was also stunned!

I saw that all the blood that Zhang Zemu coughed up on the paper turned into blue blood, not only did not let the poems become dirty and invalidated, but ......

There is no need for a mirror, and the light is gathered as a pillar of light to connect the sky, accompanied by the purple aura rising to the sky.

All the boats moored at the Shushan Wharf were swaying desperately as if they were stuck in the whirlpool of the rapids.

There is no longer the previous style of ignoring it, as if it is restlessly waiting for the selection of the owner of this poem!

I saw that above the entire illusory world, Haoran Zhengqi turned into the sound of Lang Lang's book, and chanted in a deep voice.

"I will not give up on the responsibility of the weak force, and it will be difficult to support the decline and mediocrity. ”

"The life and death of a profit-seeking country is based on its misfortune and fortune!"

Under the chanting of the poems, even those who were coarse in writing and ink were instantly impressed by the heroism of the poems, although they knew that it was difficult to support themselves, but they still put life and death aside for the interests of the country, went to the soup and fire, and did not avoid blessings and misfortunes!

"This poem is called "Death Poem", and it is really a desire to profit the country, and life and death can be compared with the will to die, and it is ...... in the meantime."

"I was shocked when I read it, and the author of this poem is not just talking about it, but practicing it, admiring and admiring it......"

A poem impressed the princes, and even the people in the Jixia School Palace had to admire.

"If this person does not fall, he will at least be a Confucian Daoya Saint in the future!"

"Haoran Wenhui, the light of the avenue, deserves its name!"

Ranked first, the fastest Wenzhou suddenly broke through the turbulent waves of the school sea and stopped in front of the Shushan Wharf.

At this moment, Zhang Zemu, who was almost out of strength, suddenly used the poem to convey the moment of the illusion world, and used his tongue to bloom spring thunder, and the sound was like thunder and a sentence!

Just one sentence, it is like a boulder throwing still water, stirring up monstrous waves between the princes of the Seven Kingdoms and the people of the Jixia School Palace!