Fang Yun sat in his wheelchair and realized that everyone was in high spirits, especially those who were not as shrewd. Some of them were even slightly excited. The yellow-haired demon dog kept sticking out its long tongue and making wheezing sounds as its saliva dripped onto the ground.
Star demon barbarians could not eat their own kind, but Dragons, Sacred Blood, and Sacred Jades were not included. If they could obtain the dragon bones from the Dragon Cliff, they would definitely become stronger faster.
Niu Shan said excitedly, "We were right to follow the Moon Empress. We can actually enter the depths of the Dragon Cliff. That is a place that even demon kings cannot enter."
All the demon barbarians nodded and felt lucky.
Fang Yun smiled and observed the Sacred Tree from a close distance.
The Sacred Tree's crown was thick and big, similar to the great banyan tree. Not only did it not feel oppressive, but it also gave off an indescribable sense of security. Especially the emerald leaves, they were especially pleasing to look at.
There were some fallen leaves on the ground. Hua Yuqing kept bending down to pick them up. The mutated trees did not stop her, instead, they felt proud.
Fang Yun also picked up a leaf in his hand. The texture and texture of the leaf were very similar to that of emerald.
As they walked, they realized that whenever Fang Yun passed by, the mutated trees would gently shake their branches, obviously welcoming him.
Some of the High Scholars smiled helplessly, some shook their heads. If there were no blood demon barbarians, humans, and monsters, Fang Yun's visit to the Holy Ground would be like a vacation. He would be welcomed everywhere. No wonder those people were not worried about sending a genius like Fang Yun to the Holy Ground.
Soon, everyone came to the trunk. This trunk was different from a normal tree. It seemed to be made up of many smaller trunks or a normal cylindrical shape. Or it could be a flat piece, leaving many passageways. Everyone followed the elder of the brush pen through the maze-like passages.
The ground was full of fallen leaves. Ma Xiong and Xue Yi knew that Hua Yuqing wanted to study them, so they let out the mechanical dogs to help Hua Yuqing pick up the leaves. Soon, there was a pile of leaves, which Hua Yuqing kept in the Hubei.
As they walked, the elder of the brush pen said, "Although I am a mutated creature, I have read books and learned poems. The only regret in my life is that I only know how to learn but not do it. I am like a silkworm without silk or a sparrow without singing. I have never written a biography or composed a poem for the sacred tree. Is everyone willing to fulfill this old man's wish? "
Everyone looked at each other and Ma Xiong said, "Brother Fan Ming's essay is famous in Qi Nation and everyone knows about it. Brother Fang's poems are even more famous. Why don't Brother Fan Ming write a biography for the sacred tree and Fang Yun compose a poem for the sacred tree. What do you think? "
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Why don't everyone compose a poem for the sacred tree together?"
Unexpectedly, Han Shoulv chuckled and said, "With Zong Wude's lesson, who would dare to write poems on the same stage as you? Speaking of which, that Zong Wude was really pitiful. During the Holy Ruins Literary Meet, the emcee was supposed to introduce him, but he was interrupted by the Fierce Monarch. After the poem was completed, everyone paid attention to that 'A Thousand Miles Sharing the Same Beauty'. After that, we were forcefully lured to the Holy Ground. He was the fifth best High Scholar in the world, but after you, no one in Kong City knew who he was or what he wrote. To avoid repeating the same mistakes, think of a poem first. Let's discuss and write a few essays for the Holy Tree. After that, you can write a poem. "
"Yes. We will definitely not be fooled. "Jia Jing An said.
"Alright, you all write an essay, I will write an essay on the Holy Tree." Fang Yun said.
Everyone discussed for a while and chose three people to write a poem, a parallel essay, and a debate.
These High Scholars were all learned scholars. After a while, they started writing and wrote three essays. Although they were written in a hurry, they all had the style of a great scholar. The brush elder nodded his head.
Finally, everyone looked at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun put down the pallet and ground the ink. He said, "The size of this tree has far exceeded my knowledge. The three of your essays are relatively long and have already described the majesty, magnificence and magnificence of the Holy Tree. But I am sitting in a wheelchair and cannot see the entire Holy Tree. If I write carelessly, I will become a laughing stock. To have me write a poem about the entire Holy Tree is really difficult for me. "
Everyone nodded their heads. This tree was indeed difficult to write about. After all, the previous three people had written before.
Fang Yun continued, "Just now when I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt emotional. I thought about my past and thought about the Holy Tree, Little Ru Grass. When I think about it, how will I look at it?"
When everyone heard this, they all sighed. Fang Yun's childhood was difficult and everyone knew about it. Later on, he was persecuted by a famous sect. Although he was now a towering tree, when he looked back on the past, he would feel emotional.
Fang Yundao said, "Then I will write a small poem to praise the Holy Tree." After saying this, Fang Yun picked up the brush and started writing.
From the small thorns in the tall grass, I gradually felt the wormwood.
People did not know the Cloud Soaring Tree, until the cloud was high.
Li Fanming sighed and said, "When the Holy Tree was young, it was buried in the tall grass. Just like Fang Yun before he became a child. Later on, the Holy Tree gradually grew taller than the wormwood, but people still did not know that it was a Holy Tree that could reach the clouds. Just like Fang Yun, it was not particularly valued. Only when the tree truly reached the clouds did people realize that it was a Holy Tree. This poem does not describe the Holy Tree's full appearance, but it describes the Holy Tree's life. "
"Although our poems are beautiful, we only wrote about the tree's appearance and forgot to write about its aspirations. It is indeed difficult to compare with Fang Zhenguo."
Han Shoulu said, "If it is not around the Holy Temple, we cannot see its talent. But at least in Da Fu, no, in the future Ming Province! In terms of praising the Holy Tree's appearance, this poem is mediocre, but its aspirations are comparable to the Three Caos! Until the cloud was high. At this moment, Brother Fang's appearance is high! "
The Elder of Brushes praised loudly, "What a good appearance is high! This is the Holy Tree. The Holy Tree should have the ambition to reach the clouds. How can it be judged by its appearance? Wonderful! Can you give this poem to this old man? "
"Of course!" Fang Yun said as he wrote the words "Cloud Tree" and handed it to the Elder of Brushes.
The Elder of Brushes waved his hand and the poem flew in front of him. He recited it repeatedly as he flew, shaking his head proudly.
Everyone followed the Elder of Brushes and walked for half an hour before they arrived at a spacious hall. There were no common human tools in the hall, just an empty space because the strange tree did not need to sit.
In the innermost part of the hall, there was a tree as tall as two people. The tree was like a purple crystal. Whether it was the branches, the leaves, or the fruits, they all emitted a faint purple light. At the same time, there was a breath of life that crystal did not have.
There were seven fruits on the tree. The Elder of Brushes flew over and plucked one. He handed it to Fang Yun and said, "As long as you have the Holy Fruit with you, there is no need to be afraid of the Spirit Bones, no matter what you want them to do. They will do as you say. Let's go, I will send you to the Dragon Cliff Passage. "
Everyone looked at the Holy Fruit in Fang Yun's hand. They were very curious. Fang Yun touched it. It was a bit cold, softer than a real purple crystal. He looked at it again, but could not see anything. He handed it to Hua Yuqing and then followed the Elder of Brushes.
The Elder of Brushes said, "The Holy Fruit is not ordinary. You will die if you eat it."
Fang Yun and the others were puzzled. They thought that since it was used to save their lives and deliver the Spirit Bones, of course they would not eat it.
The Holy Fruit passed from hand to hand and finally returned to Fang Yun's hand. Fang Yun put it in the Hubei and said, "Then I will take care of it for everyone. After we leave the Dragon Cliff, I will give it to the Spirit Bones."
Everyone nodded. They trusted Fang Yun very much.
Then. The Elder of Brushes led them to a dark and long passage. After walking for half an hour, a light door appeared in front of them.
"Inside is the Dragon Cliff. You can go in."
Everyone immediately bowed to the Elder of Brushes and said in unison, "Thank you for your help."
The Elder of Brushes nodded kindly and said, "I wish you all safely leave the Holy Ground." Then he disappeared.
Everyone walked to the door of light. The Dog Demon General said, "I will scout the way first!" After saying that, he slowly entered and did not return after a long time.
Everyone looked at each other and entered one after another.
Not long after, Niu Shan pushed Fang Yun into the light door.
"Ah!"
Fang Yun's vision darkened and brightened, and he felt his heart skip a beat. He realized that his body was falling into the pool along with the waterfall and couldn't help but cry out. Then he realized that there was a group of silver-scaled fish with sharp teeth in the pool, waiting with their mouths wide open.
These silver-scaled fish were the size of a palm, and their teeth were actually in two rows. Furthermore, they were constantly rotating, full of killing intent.
Fang Yun's heartbeat quickened, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. This was the Holy Ground, or even the Dragon Cliff. Even the most inconspicuous thing was filled with danger. He hurriedly took out the Mountain Inkstone from the Lake Shell and injected his Qi into it. His body was immediately surrounded by a glowing green mountain, forming a strong defensive force. He then took out a long saber, but before he could say anything, he fell into the water with a splash.
The moment before he fell into the water, Fang Yun clearly saw these silver-scaled fish jump up and open their mouths to bite him, but they all bit on the Mountain Inkstone.
Once in the water, Fang Yun immediately felt very relaxed, as if he was born with the ability to swim. Just as he was about to wave his arms and paddle, the water around him took the initiative to form a huge wave and pushed him forward.
"This … Isn't this the water demon's Wave Treading? Only a Water Demon General can do this. " Fang Yun then came to a realization. He had eaten a Demon General Pseudo Dragon Pearl, a Demon Commander Pseudo Dragon Pearl, and a Demon Commander Flood Dragon Pearl. His ability to control water was far beyond a normal Water Demon General. If a Water Demon General dared to use water to attack him, it was very likely that he would be able to control it instead.
These silver-scaled fish were extremely ferocious. In just a few strokes, the Mountain Inkstone's power was reduced to less than ten percent. Once they caught up, Fang Yun would definitely die. However, the huge wave in the water separated the silver-scaled fish from Fang Yun.
Fang Yun discovered that these fish only had sharp teeth and killing power, but they could only instinctively live in the water. They could not control the water, just like mutated trees. They were obviously stronger than the demon trees in the Demon Realm, but they did not know any demonic arts and could only use their bodies to attack.
Fang Yun suddenly remembered that it was because he was poisoned that Han Shoulv gave him the Demon Commander Flood Dragon Pearl. Without that Flood Dragon Pearl, he would not have such a strong ability to control water. Could this be considered a blessing in disguise? Other than thanking Han Shoulv, should he also thank the Fierce Lord?
The pool was not very big. After five or six breaths, the huge wave washed Fang Yun ashore. Fang Yun's legs were not very convenient, but the wave was like a skateboard under his feet. It pushed him out of the pool for more than ten zhang before it returned to the pool and swept all the silver-scaled fish back.
After surviving a calamity, Fang Yun was both afraid and glad. This was different from dying on the battlefield. He was originally prepared to fight a big battle at the Dragon Cliff, but he suddenly encountered a school of powerful strange fish. Who would not be afraid? However, after a moment of calmness, Fang Yun calmed down.
Fang Yun felt his legs go soft. This was not because of fear, but because of the aftereffects of the poison. His legs had not completely recovered. The wheelchair was in the water. The silver-scaled fish did not have the slightest interest in the wheelchair. They were on the shore, baring their sharp teeth and staring at Fang Yun. From time to time, fish would jump out of the water as if they were provoking him.
These fish's eyes were slightly red. They had an incomparably strong desire for Fang Yun.
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