Chapter 2005 (1/2)

At the moment when Fang Yun finished writing the poem title, the official department's Shang Shu Gu Mingzhou said coldly, ”Fang Xusheng, it's hard to go north. It's not easy to return. Don't make mistakes!”

The voice of Gu Mingzhou stirred in the air, and even used the power of a great scholar to threaten Fang Yun.

Many scholars stop drinking, but they dare not use spring thunder on their tongue, for fear of affecting Fangyun to Fangyun.

Fang Yun listened but didn't hear it. He wrote slowly and continued to write.

How does decapitation mean today?

Entrepreneurship is difficult and full of battles.

I'm going to Quantai to recruit the old department,

A hundred thousand banners cut hell!

Each stroke seems to have the sound of metal clang, as if expressing Fang Yun's feelings at the moment.

Creating a meritorious career requires countless battles. The process of killing demons and killing barbarians is difficult. What if you are killed now? Even if you die in the war, you should gather those dead comrades in the hell, lead all the old troops to kill the Lord of the hell, continue to create meritorious deeds, and continue to fight with demons and barbarians in the hell.

Everyone had realized that this might be an unusual poem, but it was even more surprising to see the complete poem.

If the last song ”man Jiang Hong” is full of intense patriotic feelings and confidence in winning, then this song ”going north to pingman and giving Liu Xiang” is full of the spirit of returning to death and fighting to the end.

”Even if you die in battle, you have to continue to fight. What a determined mind!”

”Heroes are born to be kings and will never give in after death!” Jiang Hechuan muttered to himself.

”Our teacher, our strength!” the great Confucian Zhou Junhu lowered his head slightly to express his infinite admiration.

”It would be difficult to write such poems if it were not for the hundred war people.”

”In this poem, there is no mention of demon barbarians, but there are demon barbarians in every sentence! In this poem, there is also no Liushan, but there is Yanluo!”

”But I don't know how powerful this poem is.”

In the eyes of the public, Baoguang is heavy on the war poetry. Although it has not been handed down, it also contains strong power.

When the holy page burned, it turned into a straight black wolf smoke and rushed into the sky. When it was thousands of feet high, the black smoke rolled and condensed into clouds.

Finally, all the black smoke turned into a black cloud.

The dark clouds kept churning. After being familiar with them, they turned into a strange city, but the city was very strange, gloomy and terrible, just like a ghost land.

The word ”Fengdu” is engraved on the gate.

It is said that the place where people enter after death is the residence of hell.

The hearts of the people were filled with horror. No matter whether the Fengdu city was true or false, no one had ever succeeded in calling it, even the great Confucian Ganbao had never done it. Now, at a glance, there is a bone cold legendary land in the world.

This is an empty city. There are no demons, ghosts and monsters, but everyone feels that his soul is floating and ready to fly. He may get out of his body at any time and be sucked into the terrible Fengdu city and turn into a fierce ghost.

Why did you come?

But in the blink of an eye, the door of Fengdu was open, and two chariots composed of black smoke sped separately, leaving small black smoke behind.

The banners on the chariot were set up and pulled by four war horses. There was a general on each of them, and his face could not be seen clearly.

In a flash, two chariots crashed into the eyebrows of Liushan and Fang Yun.

Subsequently, Fengdu City dissipated, and everything seemed to return to normal.

Gu Mingzhou shouted angrily, ”Fang Yun, what did you do to Liu Xiang? Why did you sneak attack with such despicable means?”

Liu Shan held his right hand tightly, his joints turned white, and the tiger looked at Fang Yun.

”That's what the poem says.”