"Very likely!" Kong De Lun said.
"Brother De Lun! There are still twelve breaths left. "Fang Yun's voice suddenly sounded. Kong De Lun immediately shut up and prepared to write a poem.
Under Fang Yun's command, the process of climbing the mountain was very smooth. They climbed the mountain much faster than the barbarians and demons.
This was at the cost of using up their talent. Moreover, every poem had a treasure light, which doubled the power of the poem.
Time passed by slowly.
Thick snow crazily rushed down the mountain, but the power of various poems kept appearing, opening up a path and splitting the snow, allowing the humans to continue climbing.
When they reached the middle of the mountain, the atmosphere of the group changed significantly. Everyone was no longer chatting and laughing like before.
After Ma Xiong wrote six poems in succession, he was finally unable to continue. When Fang Yun called his name again, he said, "I want to repeat the first poem." As he spoke, he wrote the "Song of the Song" poem. However, without the treasure light, its power was only half of the original.
A large number of pine trees appeared, forming a "jie" shape and parting the snow. However, as soon as these pine trees appeared, they made a slight cracking sound, as if they could not withstand the power of the avalanche.
Wisps of cold air passed through the pine trees and landed on everyone's bodies.
Almost everyone's expression changed.
No one could guarantee that they could continuously write new poems.
This was the first time Ma Xiong repeated a poem. It was like a long alarm bell, waking everyone up.
Fang Yundao said, "Brother Jing An, it will be your turn in seven breaths. Now, we are facing three difficulties. The first is the problem of repeating a poem. If the poem is not in its initial state, its power will be halved, but the power of the avalanche will not change. Therefore, you will have to write more frequently. Fan Ming, it will be your turn in eight breaths. "
"As for the second difficulty, it is the problem of talent. Now, everyone's talent is constantly being used up. Next, I will have to calculate the connection between every two poems more accurately to ensure that the power of the poems does not overlap and waste. Brother Shi Tang, it will be your turn in six breaths. "
"As for the third difficulty, the cold in the snow can already penetrate the power of the poems. Although it has been weakened, it will still affect us. Brother Yan, the strongest wave of snow will arrive in twelve breaths. Are you confident that you can resist it with a poem? "
"Yes," Yan Yukong said.
"That's good." Fang Yun nodded.
After listening to Fang Yun's words, everyone realized the most obvious difference between now and before. Previously, they had been joking for a long time before they needed to change the poem. Now, Fang Yun had only said a few words. Yet, they were forced to split into three sections. It was clear how serious the situation was.
"Brother Zhang, the poem will be completed in ten breaths. .................................. and.......................................................
....... Fang Yun instructed everyone to continue composing poems as he spoke of all sorts of countermeasures.
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Except for Fang Yun, everyone's faces had turned blue from the cold. The cold seeped into their bones, and their bodies were obviously not agile enough. ......
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"Fang Yun, why do you look the same? Our bodies are stiff from the cold. You don't seem to have changed at all! "Li Fanming suddenly asked.
"Sharpening a knife will not delay the work of cutting wood," Fang Yundao said.
Everyone present was a top Ten Nations High Scholar. They immediately recalled Fang Yun's performance in the first corridor.
"Ah … I'm not as good as him." Yan Yukong sighed softly. He finally understood the other reason why Fang Yun took over the command. He had already comprehended the power of the cold in the first corridor. That way, he would not be affected by the cold on the avalanche slope and would be able to command the others better.
One of the High Scholars said in a low voice, "I thought that Fang Yun's command was not very useful when we were able to withstand the avalanche for a long time with one poem. Now that we have to take turns resisting the avalanche, we realize how powerful Fang Yun is. Without him, not only would our poems overlap and cause wastage, but we might also be wiped out if we're not careful."
"Confucius said, 'The year is cold, and then the pine and cypress will wither.' The words of Confucius are the most appropriate to praise Fang Yun now. "Han Shoulv sighed softly.
Everyone knew that this was the original words of Confucius in the 'Analects of Confucius'. Only when the coldest time comes, when all the trees wither, would one realize that only the pine and cypress trees could last until the end.
Everyone began to regret it. It was impossible for them to comprehend the power of the cold on the avalanche slope. The power level of the corridor behind them was even stronger, so the possibility of comprehending it was even smaller.
Everyone walked for another 15 minutes and the frequency of taking turns to compose poems increased.
Fang Yun did not put down the support for his wooden jacket previously, but now he put down the support and held the brush in his right hand.
The ink had already frozen, so they would need to use some talent energy to break the ice and retrieve the ink.
Fang Yun's actions became the second sign of the urgency of the situation. The atmosphere in the group became even more tense.
Fang Yun had previously named the names of the people one by one, but this time, after naming a person, he immediately said, "Brother Yuqing, get ready. The poem will be completed in seven breaths. Brother Wu De, get ready. The strongest wave of snow will arrive in twelve breaths. "
Everyone started to prepare silently. The frequency of taking turns became faster and faster. Everyone could not compose any new poems, and could only repeat their own poems. Fang Yun had already memorized the duration of their poems.
A new wave of snow appeared. When they looked up, they could see that there was a wave of snow in front of them that was slightly taller than the rest. It carried with it a deafening sound.
Zong Wude took a deep breath as he repeated the poem he had composed earlier. As a direct descendant of the Sage Zong, he had passed through the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions when he was a High Scholar. He had obtained a Low Scholar title and was able to compose a poem at the speed of light.
Zong Wu De was very confident in himself. According to the plan, he would compose a poem in four breaths, and in half a breath's time, the strongest wave of snow would arrive.
However, just as he was about to write the last line, he felt a chill invade his body. His hand trembled, and the tip of his brush slipped.
The poem was ruined.
All the High Scholars were stunned. In a breath's time, the strongest wave of snow would arrive. No one could compose a poem in a breath's time.
Niu Shan hurriedly stood in front of Fang Yun.
Yan Yukong did not say a word. He rushed forward like an arrow. He wanted to use his Literary Courage First Stage to temporarily block the wave of snow. Although he would be killed by the wave, it would be enough to buy some time for the people behind him.
An invisible sadness rose in everyone's heart. Everyone picked up their brushes and wrote.
"Sigh …"
When everyone heard Fang Yun sigh softly, they frowned. Many people wondered why he was sighing at this time. Why was Fang Yun not writing a poem to save Yan Yukong? At such a crucial time, why was he acting so recklessly?
Many of the High Scholars looked at Fang Yun from the corner of their eyes as they wrote. However, everyone was stunned. Then, they stopped writing and looked up at Fang Yun. Finally, they looked at his hand and brush.
Fang Yun's brush was writing at a speed that far exceeded everyone else's.
In a breath's time, four lines of the poem were completed.
"Lonely peaks turn white overnight. Their unique fragrance blooms in the cold. The north wind breaks through the thousand layers of snow, sending thousands of plum blossoms in spring. "
The poem was completed. Vital Qi surged.
A gale swept across, instantly blowing the waves of snow in front of them into the sky, scattering them in all directions. Then, dense plum trees extended forward, parting the waves of snow and paving a safe mountain path for them.
Yan Yukong, who had thought that he was going to die, stood still. Then, he turned around and looked at Fang Yun in shock.
"Composing a poem in a breath's time?" Yan Yukong asked in disbelief.
Li Fanming replied, "Yes, composing a poem in a breath's time! Only the legendary High Grade Heart of Literature could achieve this! But before he entered the Holy Ground, he was only a High Scholar! Didn't they say that he went to the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions on Book Hill but not the Third Pavilion? Didn't they say that he was the same as the top High Scholars? Where did he get the Literary Heart? Kong De Lun. Has any High Scholar in the Kong Family ever obtained a high-grade Literary Heart?
"Not to mention High Scholars, even High Scholars have never obtained it! Other than Half-saint, I've never heard of anyone with a high-grade Literary Heart! "Kong De Lun replied.
"Yeah? Where did he get the high-grade Literary Heart? "Shi Tang thought to himself. He didn't even know about the blood of a Great Sage, so how did he obtain a high-grade Literary Heart?
"Isn't it obvious? When Fang Yun went to the Book Hill for the first time, he had already broken through the Three Mountains and Three Mountains. After he passed the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions, not only did he pass, but he also obtained an unprecedented high-grade Literary Heart! "
Hua Yuqing suddenly shouted, "I remember now! That day, when Fang Yun wrote 'Iron Horse Glacier Enters My Dream'. He was clearly poisoned and needed a long time to write a word, but his writing speed was close to that of a normal person. It's obvious that he relied on a high-grade Literary Heart to be able to do that! "
"So that's how it is. No wonder he could still write a war poem even though he was poisoned! Fang Yun, you bastard, you kept us in the dark for so long! "Li Fanming shouted.
"High Scholars passing the Three Mountains and obtaining a high-grade Literary Heart, this is really unheard of. It's amazing!"
"If this matter were to spread out, it would shock the entire ten countries and two worlds! Speak! What other big secrets are you hiding from us? "
"Composing a poem in one breath, it's really an eye-opener. I really want to slap myself. When he sighed just now, I thought he was sad and didn't see the big picture. Now I understand that he sighed because he didn't want to reveal his true strength! "
"Don't just stand there, tell us what's going on. The only high-grade Literary Heart below Half-saint, it's much more important than your High Scholar or Literary Exemplar! "
"Yeah, before, besides writing a 'Stormy Dream Battle' in front of everyone and playing the war song 'General's Order', you never wrote a war poem in front of everyone. At most, you would write a poem in front of everyone. We actually didn't see that you had a high-grade Literary Heart!"
Fang Yun just smiled faintly and said, "Ma Xiong, the poem will be completed in eighteen breaths. Brother An will prepare it."
Seeing that Fang Yun didn't say anything, everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pan, especially the big rabbit. It jumped and jumped, eager to find out what was going on immediately.
Kong Delun suddenly said loudly, "As the deacon of the Notre-Dame's torture hall, I order that no one is to mention this matter in the future. When we leave the holy ground, I will ask the holy court to keep their mouths shut!"
"Yes!" Everyone agreed. This kind of news was no joke.
Li Fanming hurriedly looked around and said, "Fortunately, the surrounding area is blocked by the big trees, so the demons and barbarians didn't see it. Xun Ye didn't see it either, or it would be dangerous."
"Let's continue walking, but why do I feel that this avalanche slope has become much safer?" Yan Yukong smiled.
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