Fang Yun smiled and said, "Then I'll make a fool of myself. It's just a poem, so what if it's leaked? "
"Husband!" Yang Yuhuan hurriedly reminded him. The other women also looked at Fang Yun with concern, hoping that Fang Yun wouldn't act rashly.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Not only will I write a poem, but I'll also have my private army write an article for the editorial board to record my visit to the Women's Society."
"Fang Xusheng, if you do this, I'm afraid you'll be taking a huge risk." Yang Xunlou frowned slightly.
"So what? As long as it benefits the human race, I'll do my best to do it. "Fang Yun didn't care at all.
Anyone who was one step ahead of the world might be treated as a madman, but in the end, they would reap great rewards.
"You're going against all the scholars. Even if you're Xusheng, you might not be able to keep your position." Yang Xunlou was afraid that Fang Yun would make an irreversible mistake.
"I'm a conservative scholar," Fang Yun corrected. "When I went to Ning An County, I told my people that I didn't come to Ning An to be a good official that the bureaucrats like! Similarly, I didn't come to Notre-Dame to be a Xusheng that all the scholars like! "
"You …" Yang Xunlou looked at Fang Yun and was speechless.
The other women looked at Fang Yun and suddenly understood why so many commoners liked this person. Why 90% of Ning An's youths brought weapons to attack the county yamen when they heard that Ji Zhibai wanted to eliminate Fang Yun's influence. They also suddenly understood why tens of thousands of scholars were willing to go to Ning An and head north when Fang Yun raised his arm.
Some people might not need Fang Yun, but the human race needed him.
Fang Yun scanned the crowd and smiled. "You're overthinking this matter. Or rather, the truly ambitious people of the human race have already vaguely figured out some clues, but they can't do anything. Once someone stands out, the matter will become clear. As a human, I am Xusheng. It is only right for me to stand up at this moment. That's all. "
Su Xiaoxiao said softly, "Even Half-saint can't do it, but you …"
"If I make a mistake, I will just change my Dao. If Half-saint makes a mistake, the overall power of the humankind will drop by nearly ten percent! I know some of you resent the Half-Saint in your hearts, but. They can't be wrong. "Fang Yun sighed. Ever since he became the Master of Bloodlight, he had experienced being mistaken for death. He could vaguely understand some of Half-saint's actions.
Being above hundreds of millions of people, one wrong step would cause the hundreds of millions of people to fall into the endless abyss.
The women lowered their heads slightly, either because they didn't want to offend Half-saint or because they were convinced by Fang Yun's words.
"Line up! Fang Xusheng, please inspect the female students! "Yang Xunlou's voice rang out.
The women all over the drill ground immediately gathered in a neat and neat manner. Although they were not as good as the elite soldiers in the army, they were not inferior to the ordinary prefectural army.
Fang Yun nodded gently.
Yang Xunlou asked, "Please wait a moment. I'll get someone to get a brush and ink. "
"Don't bother. I have everything here." As Fang Yun spoke, his Sea Swallowing Seashell emitted a ray of light. A table appeared in front of him, and the Inkstone Turtle was on it.
The Inkstone Turtle poked its head out and looked around curiously. The Ink Girl was a little shy. She hid in the ink and didn't dare to come out. It wasn't until Fang Yun's Mist Butterfly flew above the Inkstone Turtle that the Little Witch quietly poked her head out and looked around secretly.
All the women present had heard that Fang Yun had the Inkstone Turtle, the Ink Girl, and the Mist Butterfly. They were both envious and curious, staring at the three items intently.
The Inkstone Turtle raised its head proudly. It slowly crawled on the table with its four legs, not taking the many beautiful women seriously at all.
Nunu jumped onto the table from Yang Yuhuan's arms. She stretched out her little paws and pressed the Inkstone Turtle's head. She looked down majestically, as if saying, "Behave and don't make trouble."
The Inkstone Turtle looked at Nunu aggrievedly, as if saying, "You only know how to bully me."
The Ink Girl snickered.
The women nearby didn't expect it to be so interesting. A few little girls even giggled.
Brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were all prepared on the table. Fang Yun wanted to use ordinary brush and ink, but he thought that it was his first time composing a poem for a female club, so he needed to be more solemn. So he took out a Grand Scholar's pen, dipped it in the Inkstone Turtle's ink, and picked a piece of Jingguo's official rice paper.
After thinking for a moment, Fang Yun picked up the pen and started to write.
Valiantly holding swords and spears,
The dawn shines on the drill ground.
Chinese men and women have many strange aspirations,
They don't like makeup but weapons.
The women here were all well-versed in poetry. When they saw the last sentence, they couldn't help but clap the table and shout. The sentence "They don't like makeup but weapons" was simply the finishing touch. It accurately interpreted all the actions of the women in the Jingguo Society and also interpreted the dreams in their hearts.
This kind of precise poem has always been loved by scholars of all generations. It is often simple but meaningful, plain but sincere.
The women present also compose poems on weekdays to express their ambitions. But today, when they saw the sentence "They don't like makeup but weapons", they understood what was the finishing touch and what was the birth of magic in the ordinary.
And the two words "strange aspirations" also highly praised the behavior of "They don't like makeup but weapons". This was Xusheng's attitude, which moved many women.
However, these women had no time to think about it again. After the poem was finished, they saw a treasure light appear on the paper.
Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect Fang Yun to make a war poem.
At the same time, two strange cries suddenly came from the sky. One was a dragon's roar, and the other was a phoenix's cry.
In the end, a complete treasure light appeared on the paper. It was a treasure light passed down from generation to generation, which meant that as long as one was in the Hanlin Academy, they could learn and use this war poem.
Everyone was puzzled because this poem should be written under the morning sun. The women used swords and spears to train soldiers on the drill ground. It was just training soldiers and not fighting. There was no killing intent, and it didn't look like a defensive war poem.
Everyone's thoughts flashed and they saw the paper burning.
The paper containing the poem turned into a small firebird, which looked like the legendary phoenix.
The phoenix raised its head and cried to the sky. Then, it exploded with a bang, forming a ring of red light that swept across the drill ground and affected everyone.
Many people instinctively retreated or blocked with their arms. But then, a strange scene appeared on the drill ground.
Every woman present was emitting a very faint red light, and there was a small phoenix symbol on their neck.
"What's going on?"
"The swords and shields seem to have become lighter. No, it's my strength that has increased."
"I was very tired just now, but now I seem to have endless strength."
These women felt the power of a war poem for the first time.
Fang Yun and the four Jinshi private soldiers looked at each other, because there was no red light on their bodies. They were completely unaffected by this new war poem.
"Can this war poem only strengthen women?" a Jinshi asked softly.
Yang Xunlou suddenly said, "I understand. The so-called 'first light of dawn' is not the morning sun, but Fang Xusheng who brought light to the women's society. The power of this war poem is close to that of a war poem. It's not attacking, but encouraging. It specifically strengthens our women's bodies and allows our strength to catch up to that of men! "
"Heavens, this is the first battle poem written for a woman in the human race!" One of the women cried out.
"Since it's never been written before, then doesn't Fang Xusheng create another war poem and become the ancestor of the second war poem?"
"No, this war poem doesn't have the treasure light of the ancestor of poetry. It should be classified as a war poem."
"In our hearts, Fang Xusheng is the ancestor of women's war poems!"
(To be continued.)
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