The moment Fang Yun finished writing the poem, Gu Mingzhou, the Minister of Personnel, said coldly, "Fang Xusheng, the journey to the north will be difficult. Don't make a mistake!"
Gu Mingzhou's voice reverberated in the air. He had used the power of a Grand Scholar to threaten Fang Yun.
Many scholars shouted for him to stop, but they did not dare to use their tongues for fear of affecting Fang Yun and Fang Yun.
Fang Yun turned a deaf ear to them and continued to write.
How does it feel to behead someone today?
It is difficult to start a business, with hundreds of battles.
I will go to the spring terrace to recruit my old subordinates.
I will kill the King of Hell with my banners!
Every stroke seemed to have a metallic sound, as if it was expressing Fang Yun's feelings at the moment.
To start a business, one must go through countless battles. The process of killing demons and barbarians is difficult. So what if I am killed now? Even if I die in battle, I will gather my dead comrades in the Netherworld and lead all my old subordinates to kill the King of Hell. I will continue to build a business and continue to fight demons and barbarians in the Netherworld.
Everyone knew that this might be an unusual poem, but after reading the whole poem, they were even more surprised.
If the previous poem "Rivers Run Red" was full of patriotism and confidence, then this poem "North to Pacify the Barbarians and Give Xiang Liu" was full of the spirit of facing death and fighting to the end.
"Even if I die in battle, I will continue to fight. Such determination, such perseverance!"
"A hero is born to be a king, and he will never give up after death!" Kang Ha-chuan muttered to himself.
"My teacher, my elder!" The Great Scholar Zhou Junhu lowered his head slightly to express his endless admiration for him.
"It is difficult to write a poem like this without hundreds of battles."
"In this poem, there is not a word about demons and barbarians, but every sentence is about them! In this poem, there is no Mount Liu, but there is King of Hell! "
"But, I don't know how powerful this poem is."
Under everyone's gaze, the battle poem shone brightly. Although it had not been passed down, it still contained great power.
The Saint Page burned and turned into a straight black smoke that shot into the sky. When it reached a height of ten thousand feet, the black smoke rolled and condensed into clouds.
In the end, all the black smoke turned into a black cloud.
The black clouds continued to churn. After getting familiar with each other, they actually turned into a strange city. However, that city was extremely strange. It was eerie and terrifying, as if it was a ghost town.
The words "Fengdu" were engraved on the city gate.
Legend has it that the place a person enters after death is the residence of the King Yanluo.
Everyone was filled with shock. Regardless of whether this Fengdu Necropolis was real or fake, no one had successfully summoned it before. Not even the Great Confucian Gan Bao could do so. But now, this legendary place that caused people to feel a bone-chilling chill had appeared in this world.
This was an empty city, and there were no demons, ghosts, monsters, and monsters. However, everyone felt as if their souls were about to fly out of their bodies and be sucked into the terrifying Fengdu City at any moment, turning into malicious spirits.
Why did he come?
In the blink of an eye, the gates of Fengdu opened wide, and two chariots formed by black smoke sped away, leaving behind fine black smoke behind them.
The flags on the chariots were raised and pulled by four war horses. There was a general on each of the chariots, and their faces could not be seen clearly.
In an instant, the two chariots crashed into the space between the eyebrows of Mount Liu and Fang Yun respectively.
After that, Fengdu Necropolis dissipated, and everything seemed to return to normal.
Gu Mingzhou shouted angrily, "Fang Yun, what did you do to Xiang Liu? Why did you use such a despicable method to launch a sneak attack? "
Mount Liu clenched his right hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He stared at Fang Yun like a tiger.
"It's just as this poem says."
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he turned around and walked down from the reviewing platform, riding on the Dragon Horse.
"Let's go!"
Fang Yun squeezed the horse's belly, and a thousand barbarian private soldiers followed closely behind.
On the drill ground, countless people bowed and sent them off respectfully.
Especially those ordinary soldiers. Looking at Fang Yun's back, they thought of the eight words in the "Book of Songs", which were used by Sima Qian to describe Confucius.
The high mountain is revered, and the scenery is revered.
Virtue is like the high mountain, and people look up to it. Action is like the Great Way, and people follow.
After sending off Fang Yun, Kang Ha-chuan and Chen Zhixu walked to the side of the Empress Dowager and whispered to each other.
All the officials just stood there and did not leave immediately. They were all waiting for the king's orders and secretly observing the Empress Dowager and the other two.
Not long after, Kang Ha-chuan coughed lightly and announced, "In the drill ground, all those who are under 40 and below the Grand Scholar rank will retire and be enrolled in the Jingguo Academy. Because of the large number of people, they will all be enrolled in the Tong County Academy. Every year, outstanding people will be selected to study in the Capital Academy! "
The crowd cheered thunderously.
Especially the more than 300,000 commoners. They were so excited that their faces were red.
The Academy was the cultural center of each country and the peak of education, second only to the Notre-Dame.
Whether it was the Academy of Arts, the Civil Service Department, or the military, if two people had similar qualifications and if one of them had entered the Academy and the other had not, the former would almost certainly be promoted.
In the eyes of the commoners of each country, the Academy of Studies was the path to heaven.
After entering the Academy, not only would one's food and clothing be free, but one would also have a high income, much higher than the salary of a soldier.
For these people, the most important thing was the education resources. There were countless books and the best lecturers. As long as one worked hard, one would definitely become a scholar.
In the near future, just in this drill ground alone, there could be 300,000 Elementary Scholars. Moreover, they would be Elementary Scholars with the permanent "Rivers Run Red". Their survival ability was stronger than that of a High Scholar.
Fang Yun's name was imprinted in the hearts of every soldier.
The flood horse was a first-class mount. The barbarians were also able to endure hardships. Along the way, everyone ate and drank on the back of the horse. At night, the flood horse was too tired, so all the barbarians dismounted and ran. After the flood horse was fully rested, they continued to ride.
In one day and one night, they could travel 2,000 miles.
The next evening, the thousands of cavalrymen could already see the bright lights of Ning An City.
However, the city was empty. Almost all the commoners were standing outside the South Gate of Ning An City, looking forward to seeing the city.
Torches shone on the joyful faces, shining on the excited hearts.
Many people were carrying their families. Some were carrying cotton clothes and sweaters. Some were carrying baskets filled with sweet dates, fruits, steamed buns and eggs. Some were carrying their infant children and constantly reminding them to look after Fang Yun. There were also people pushing all kinds of small carts filled with food.
No one cared whether Fang Yun would eat or use these things. They would not consider these problems. They would only take out what they should take.
They respected him like a god and worshipped him with devotion.
On the Yishui River outside Ning An City, ten Raging Waves Battle Platforms were lined up. The most elite navy of the Yangtze River stood on them. The Governor of the Yangtze River Navy, Ao Huang, hovered arrogantly in the air, waiting for Fang Yun to review the troops.
In front of the commoners, there were groups of scholars, demon cavalry and barbarian private soldiers.
Including the soldiers led by Fang Yun, the total number of barbarian private soldiers had reached 5,000.
The 2,000 demon cavalry soldiers were on standby. They were much more eye-catching than the 4,000 barbarian private soldiers.
However, among the barbarian private soldiers, there were four Demon Kings and the Barbarian King Hu Li.
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