One of the Goblin Commanders said, "You killed so many Blood Goblin Barbarians and avenged us. You should be rewarded. Here are ten grains of Star Sand. They can withstand the effects of the Weak Water or Strange Wind for a day. It's more than enough to protect you. "
As he said this, one of the Goblin Commanders carried a small leather bag over and placed it in front of Fang Yun.
Fang Yun still could not speak. He nodded his head lightly as a sign of thanks. He then looked at the Star Sand in the bag.
The Star Sand was as fine as silver, but it was brighter than silver. A grain of Star Sand could withstand the effects of the Weak Water or Strange Wind for a period of time. Once the Star Sand disappeared, it would lose its power. However, it was still a rare metal.
The High Scholars at the foot of the mountain did not care about their injuries. They walked along the mountain path towards Fang Yun.
After surviving a calamity, everyone looked at each other and smiled.
Jia Jing An bowed and said, "Thank you for saving my life, Fang Zhenguo."
"Thank you for saving my life!" All the High Scholars expressed their gratitude.
The big rabbit also stood up straight like a human and cupped its hands with its forelegs in salute.
Fang Yun wanted to say that they were in the same boat and that there was no need to thank them. However, he could not open his mouth and could only smile.
The High Scholars looked at each other, as if they were too embarrassed to speak. Li Fanming coughed and said, "When did you become a High Scholar?"
Fang Yun smiled helplessly. He still could not speak.
Li Fanming laughed, "Look at me, I actually forgot. The poison in your body has been cured? How was it cured? Yu Qing, quickly go and take a look. "
Everyone was curious. Yesterday, Fang Yun could be said to be on the verge of death. Today, not only was the poison cured, he was even able to compose battle poems. It was amazing.
Xun Ye, who had been hiding in another cave, slowly walked over and secretly looked at Fang Yun. His expression was uneasy.
Hua Yu Qing stretched out her hand and checked Fang Yun's pulse. She then said in surprise, "The poison has been cured! Fang Yun, what kind of miraculous medicine did you eat? It's unbelievable! Even if the poison was cured, if it were anyone else, they would not be able to move. You, on the other hand, are recovering quickly. When we leave the Holy Grounds, you will be completely healed. "
"So amazing? On the way here, you said that he was poisoned and was about to die. They wouldn't collude to deceive us right? "One of the new High Scholars joked.
"It's definitely true! Look at him, he can't speak yet. I've studied medicine for many years, but I have no idea what's going on. Did Star Demon Barbarian save him? "
Everyone looked at Niu Shan.
Niu Shan thought that they were praising him for taking care of Fang Yun. He immediately straightened his back and felt even more proud.
"Looks like it's true. Fang Yun is really lucky. This bag seems to be filled with star sand, right? Sigh, Moonlight was indeed different. It's the Moon Empress, the antidote, and the Stardust. "
Many of the High Scholars clicked their tongues in wonder. However, the Star Demons and Barbarians did not understand what the humans were saying, so none of them retorted.
Fang Yun laughed inwardly. He didn't expect them to misunderstand. This way, the Literate Starry Reflection would not be exposed, which was a good thing. If the Demon Realm knew about it, it would definitely alarm the Demon Saint.
Han Shoulv said, "Fang Yun, can you show us that battle poem?"
Fang Yun gestured for Niu Shan to pass him a pen. Then, he rewrote the poem without using any of his Qi. However, his normal writing speed was too slow. He had to borrow some strength from his fast writing speed to finish it at a normal speed.
Han Shoulv couldn't wait to pick up Fang Yun's poem and read it softly, "Lying in a lonely village, I don't mourn for myself, I still think of guarding the Lun Tai for the country. Lying in bed at night, listening to the wind and rain, I dream of iron horses and glaciers! Good poem! Fang Zhenguo is indeed a dragon among men. Even though he was poisoned, he still has a high fighting spirit. If he didn't have that in his heart, he wouldn't have been able to write this poem. "
Li Fanming frowned slightly and said, "Fang Yun, there's nothing wrong with this poem. It's written that you're weak and sick in bed. In your heart, you're thinking of guarding the borders of the human race. Then, you hear the wind and rain outside. Half awake, you dream of the cavalry fighting bravely. According to my judgment of the power of this battle poem, you were just a little bit away from making this poem a soul. Now that I think about it, it's really a pity. If you could make this poem a soul, the Holy Son of the Barbarian Wolf might have a chance to escape. But the other three Holy Tribe Barbarian Beasts would definitely not be able to escape. "
Fang Yun nodded slightly. He thought that he was still too affected by his body. He couldn't make this poem a soul like "Stone Arrow". If he could make this poem a soul, the power of this battle poem would be even stronger. If he could summon a Holy Son, he didn't know who he could summon that was close to Xusheng's power.
"Have you decided on the name of this poem?" Someone asked.
Fang Yun thought for a moment. Lu You's original title of the poem, "The Great Storm of the Fourth of November", was obviously not suitable. He thought for a moment and wrote "Stormy Dream Battle" on the paper. Then, he wrote another line on the paper.
"If I see the Holy Son of the Barbarian Wolf again, I will kill him with my pen!"
"Good spirit! With this heart, 'Wind and Rain Dream Battle' will definitely have a soul like Jian Mei Duke's' Wind and Rain Sword Poem '! "
Everyone agreed.
"If you can make it a step further, I don't know who you can summon that is on the same level as Xusheng. If you have Holy Blood, you can directly surpass the Holy Son and form the Holy Soul. It's a pity that the Human Tribe only paid attention to battle poems in recent years. The Five Realms of battle poems are not set. The First Realm is a normal battle poem, the Second Realm is a soul of poetry, the Third Realm is a Holy Son, and the Fourth Realm is a Holy Soul. So far, no one has reached the Five Realms. I don't know who will be able to reach the Five Realms and start a new era for the Human Tribe. "
"A great scholar guessed that battle poems can only reach the Five Realms based on the original Treasure Light. Other people's battle poems can only reach the Four Realms at most."
"It's highly possible. If someone can really write a Five Realms battle poem, it will definitely make an immeasurable contribution to the Human Tribe. "
"Of course, as long as one person reaches the Five Realms and breaks the Five Realms Heavenly Barrier, it will be easier for the rest of the Human Tribe to break through the realms in battle poems. Even if they write other people's battle poems, it will be possible to reach the Five Realms."
"Fang Yun, I hope you can write the first Five Realms battle poem! If you can do it, I will immediately change my sect and worship you as my teacher! "Li Fanming laughed.
Everyone laughed.
Jia Jing 'an said, "Fang Yun, before entering the Holy Ground, you taught Gentleman Ci the' Shuidiao Getou '. You can be considered his teacher. The Holy Ground is incomparably dangerous. I also want to learn this legendary battle poem 'Stormy Dream Battle' as soon as possible. Is that possible? "
A few of the High Scholars had solemn expressions on their faces. Not everyone was as open-minded as Master Ci, who didn't mind acknowledging someone who was far below him as his teacher. Going to the Sage Shrine to learn Fang Yun's poems wasn't a big deal. They could just treat it as learning from the wise men of the past. However, as High Scholars, for them to call Fang Yun as their teacher and learn from him, they felt a little awkward.
However, the person who felt the most uncomfortable now was not these High Scholars, but Xun Ye, who had been hiding.
Xun Ye looked at Fang Yun with mixed feelings. He did not expect that not only had Fang Yun been cured of the poison, but he had also made a comeback. A mere piece of scrap paper had turned into a sacred page, and he had written a battle poem that was close to becoming the soul of poetry.
If the two of them did not have any grudges, Xun Ye would definitely have learned this battle poem that could make use of the weak water. In the Holy Ground, this battle poem could kill gods. If more than ten High Scholars used this battle poem together, even if the Holy Wolf Man did not die, he would be crippled. Xun Ye thought of the scene where he had insulted Fang Yun and called him a piece of scrap paper. His lips moved, but he did not say anything.
Li Fanming said, "Normal High Scholars would need a few months to learn battle poems. However, we are after all one in ten thousand High Scholars. We can learn it in a few days. However, to unleash its full power, we still need a certain amount of time. The key to this poem is that it can make use of the weak water. When the time comes, even if it is not raining, as long as there are swamps and rivers nearby, it will be able to unleash its full power! "
Everyone nodded their heads. As long as they learned this poem, it would be much more powerful than other High Scholars' poems. A few of them who felt uncomfortable had already thought it through.
Fang Yun nodded his head lightly.
Hence, the nineteen High Scholars bowed in unison, "Students pay their respects to Master Fang."
Fang Yun nodded his head once again, acknowledging these nineteen High Scholars. These nineteen High Scholars would then be able to learn and use this battle poem. If they were to use this poem to attack Fang Yun, they would definitely be killed by the power of the battle poem.
"Gu gu gu gu gu …" The large rabbit followed suit and bowed, wanting to learn the battle poem as well.
Li Fanming gave it a light kick and said, "Behave yourself!"
The rabbit looked at Li Fanming and then hopped over to Fang Yun's side. It then used its two paws to massage Fang Yun's legs.
"Little rascal!" Li Fanming laughed helplessly.
The High Scholars looked at the rabbit and laughed. Xun Ye was filled with regret as he slowly walked away. After taking a few steps, he heard Han Shoulu speak.
"Someone did not know why I was willing to give you our family's' Holy Ground Secret Records'. I think he should know by now." Han Shoulu's words were filled with regret.
Jia Jing An said, "The elders of the Han family gave the 'Holy Ground Secret Records' to Brother Shoulu so that he could leave the Holy Ground safely. If he could exchange the 'Holy Ground Secret Records' for Brother Shoulu's life, the elders of the Han family would not hesitate to agree. It's a pity that some people, for their own selfish desires, have neglected the most fundamental of things. Even if they wanted to learn the 'Stormy Dream Battle', they would not have the face to do so. "
Jia Jing An hated Xun Ye's shamelessness. When Fang Yun was seriously ill, he did not say much. Now that Fang Yun was recovering, he did not care anymore.
Xun Ye had wanted to sneak away. He did not expect Jia Jing An to humiliate him. Furthermore, there were nineteen High Scholars here. If word got out, he would lose all his face.
Xun Ye said hatefully, "That day, you all thought highly of Fang Yun. Wasn't he almost poisoned to death by the Fierce Monarch? There's still a long way to go in the Holy Ground. A battle poem without a poetic soul might not be able to succeed! Don't worry, I will not learn from the Fierce Monarch and harm Fang Yun. However, I want to see how long he can be so arrogant! When the day comes that we leave the Holy Ground, if Fang Yun really does something earth-shattering, I will apologize like Shi Jun did. "
Li Fanming said coldly, "If Fang Yun was poisoned, Shi Jun would not have humiliated him like you did. Are you even worthy of mentioning Shi Jun? Also, who said that you can leave the Holy Ground? You are much more arrogant than Fang Yun! "
"You …" Xun Ye wanted to curse, but he knew that he was in the wrong. The more he said, the more ridiculed he would be, so he simply left.
A newcomer asked softly, "What happened? Isn't he the one from the Xun family? "
Thus, Li Fanming explained everything in detail. Now that Fang Yun had recovered, he did not need to worry about Fang Yun being angry.
"Bastard!"
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