Most people did not know the state of their bodies, but many scholars who were above the Grand Scholar rank knew what had happened immediately, just like Fang Yun.
"Oh my god … How many years has it been since the last time there was a war poem?"
"The last time there was a war poem, it was when Chen Qingzhi, Chen Sheng, led the army to conquer the barbarians. Only a few hundred people benefited from it. After that, some of the people who were not scholars were able to kill the barbarian generals with weapons! As for those scholars, not long after, they were promoted and the imperial examinations were very successful. "
"Now … the 300,000 soldiers of Jingguo are the same!"
"What is a war poem?"
"Hurry up and tell us!"
"A war poem is a kind of poetic phenomenon. Under the effect of all kinds of strange powers, the power of a battle poem would be preserved forever. Usually, it would be mainly used to enhance the power, such as defensive poems, soldier poems, or expedition poems. Of course, in rare cases, there would be soldier summoning poems or defensive poems that would be preserved forever. It is said that Cao Zhi has a war poem that will last forever, and Li Daoyuan has a war poem that will last forever. "
"Then our bodies will always be this strong in the future?"
"Not only that, when we receive the support of other people's war poems, as long as the power of the new war poem surpasses that of the war poem, our power will still increase!"
"Scary!"
They were now in the middle of a great review of the army, and the strictness of the military discipline was not inferior to that of the battlefield. But now, all the soldiers could not help but whisper to each other. The military discipline was very lax, and it was enough to make all the generals angry.
But now, no one cared.
Jing Jun stretched out his hands and touched his dragon robe. He touched his face and legs like a little monkey, but even the strictest imperial censor did not remind him to pay attention to the situation.
Because the imperial censors were also secretly observing the changes in him.
Suddenly, a Grand Scholar asked, "There is a special characteristic of the Baptism of All Temples. The first child after the baptism will inherit part of the power of the Baptism of All Temples. He will be very smart and tall. Then … will our first child receive an eternal war poem?"
Whether it was the viewing platform or the 300,000 soldiers, everyone was talking about this possibility.
Some scholars could not help but pick up their official seals to show off their newly acquired "Rivers Run Red", which immediately aroused the envy of scholars from various countries.
In normal times, Yong Gu's 《Rivers Run Red》 could only be said to be better than nothing. However, in a situation where the two worlds were at war at any time, Yong Gu's 《Rivers Run Red》 was worth at least half his life!
When a human High Scholar faced off against a Daemon General of the same level, their reaction speed would be much slower. If they were to get too close to a Daemon General, they would die without a doubt. However, a High Scholar who had mastered the Eternal 《Rivers Run Red》 would be able to keep up with a Daemon General in terms of reaction speed. Their strength would not lose out to a Daemon General without using their blood and Qi. As long as they had a sharp weapon in their hands and practiced their fighting techniques, even if they were to get close to a Daemon General, they would have a 70% chance of winning!
An old High Scholar looked at the three hundred thousand young soldiers and suddenly sighed softly. "These children all have great luck. From tomorrow onwards, they would not need to go to the battlefield. They would all be locked up to study hard and participate in the imperial examinations. They would only be released once they became Elementary Scholars. Otherwise, it would be a waste of resources! In the next fifty years, seventy percent of the best military talents in Jingguo would come from here. If the Old Man had such a fortuitous encounter, he would have been an Imperial Scholar by now. "
"Everyone says that following Fang Xusheng would bring benefits. How is this benefits? It's like following a dragon's liver and phoenix's gallbladder! Just by letting Fang Xusheng study the soldiers, we have received such great benefits. If we were to follow Fang Xusheng in the future, how great would the benefits be? "
"These three hundred thousand soldiers will be Fang Yun's students in the future. They will be blessed with Yong Gu's Poems of War and be baptized by the Halls of Worship. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he had given them a new lease on life!"
"Look at those soldiers, their eyes are brimming with tears. If this was not the military field, and if the Empress Dowager was not here, they would have already started kneeling down to thank the Emperor for his kindness!"
"Wherever Fang Yun goes, the spirit of the army will follow him. Many of the great generals in the art of war will pale in comparison."
"It looks like what determines the spirit of the army is not the art of war, but the heart of the army!"
"Look, some of them don't look good!"
Everyone looked around and saw that Mount Liu and the Left Minister's Party members nearby were like weeds in a large field of sunflowers. No matter how they tried to cover it up, their faces showed indescribable frustration and disappointment.
Mount Liu's self-control and self-restraint could be said to be the best in Jingguo, but at this time, there was a trace of unconcealable anger on his face.
"They … are really one in a thousand talents."
Everyone calculated and laughed. There were more than three hundred thousand people here, and Mount Liu's people added up to more than two hundred, which was almost one in a thousand. None of them had been baptized by the Yong Gu's Poems of Worship. Naturally, they were one in a thousand.
"Besides Mount Liu's people, it seems that there are some officials and soldiers who have not been baptized by the Yong Gu's Poems of Worship!"
"Needless to say, these people are all spies. None of them can leave. They can fool us, but they can't fool the spirit of the army. They can't fool the Notre-Dame. "
Those who were not part of the Left Minister's Party but had not been blessed by the Yong Gu's Poems of Worship, were all gloomy and silent. All the soldiers and scholars nearby stared at them with extreme vigilance.
At this moment, Fang Yun was happier than anyone else. This was because this poem was not an ordinary battle poem. As the user of this poem, the power he obtained was much stronger than others. Summoning the shadow of Wei Qing not only strengthened his body and mind, but also strengthened a power that had never appeared in the Saint Origin World. Because this power was related to the spirit of the army, Fang Yun named it the "Spirit of the Army", which resonated with the killing power of the military.
At this moment, Fang Yun could clearly sense the emotions, movements, breathing and other minute details of all the people who had been blessed by the Yong Gu's Poems of Worship. Even if the Grand Scholar had the power of investigation and knowledge, it was impossible for him to see through hundreds of thousands of people. But now, Fang Yun could do it.
Fang Yun even knew that as long as he willed it, he could send out more than three hundred thousand different orders in an instant. Every soldier would receive the order immediately and carry it out strictly.
On the battlefield, this kind of power was enough to double the strength of an army!
When commanding hundreds of thousands or even millions of soldiers, it had limited effect on ordinary soldiers. But if it was used to command a large number of scholars or a large number of barbarian private soldiers, it was not just a matter of doubling the strength, it was a nightmare of the world!
The most frightening thing was that this was an independent power. Fang Yun only needed to consume a negligible amount of talent to complete it. He did not even need to be distracted or use the power of multitasking!
Everyone discussed for a long time before gradually calming down. The Minister of Personnel, Gu Mingzhou, coughed lightly and said, "Fang Xusheng, it's time to go."
This vicious curse not only did not anger the crowd, but it also attracted more ridicule.
Fang Yun picked up the brush again and scanned the army. Finally, he looked at Mount Liu.
"Before I leave, I will compose a poem and gift it to Minister Liu."
This time, Fang Yun took out the Saint Page and dripped his Saint Blood into it.
The expression of the Minister of the Left's party changed. Using the Saint Page and Saint Blood to gift a poem was simply a declaration of war. Moreover, it was definitely not an ordinary poem.
Fang Yun picked up the brush and wrote the poem.
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