Happiness was always short-lived.
After Fang Yun's "Winter Plum Blossom Poem" was completed, everyone continued to climb the avalanche with doubts about the "top grade literary heart".
Because the High Scholars were working together and Fang Yun was leading the way, the group continued to climb at a much faster pace than the Barbarians.
Normal climbing was not a problem for these High Scholars, but the surrounding snow was emitting the cold energy of the comets and ancestors, causing them to expend ten times more energy than normal climbing.
A few of the weaker High Scholars were already panting heavily. Occasionally, they would reach the standard of "one breath", but to Fang Yun, it was just one second.
This group had already surpassed most of the Barbarians and Barbarians, and was only slightly behind the Barbarians who were close to the Saints.
Some of the Saints reached the top.
Fang Yun and the others were busy climbing, but suddenly, a series of roars came from above. The roars contained the power of Qi and blood, which acted on the avalanche, causing the snow waves to accelerate.
Fang Yun knew that if the speed of the avalanche increased by 10%, its destructive power would increase by more than 10%.
The pressure on the group increased, and the frequency of using the poem increased.
Fang Yun quickly gave orders as he observed the source of the roar. Soon, he realized that it was the Barbarians who were deliberately causing trouble.
Not only were the Barbarians deliberately causing the avalanche to accelerate, but they were also changing the path, pushing the snow towards the humans, causing more snow to fall on the humans' path.
Regardless of whether the humans changed their path or continued climbing, they would expend more energy.
"Shut up! Don't disturb my sleep! "A roar came from the sky, but it did not affect the avalanche at all.
The roar of the Barbarians soon stopped, but the Barbarians above did not change their path. They continued to push the snow towards Fang Yun and the rest, and the stone lion did not appear again.
Fang Yun could see that the Barbarians had to choose their path and push the snow away. As for how they chose their path, that was their freedom. Hence, the stone lion did not care. However, roaring was not necessary for climbing, so the stone lion stopped them.
"What should we do?" A High Scholar asked anxiously.
"There is no other way. We can only stabilize. As long as we maintain this speed, we will be able to overtake the Barbarians until we reach the top! Everyone, be extra vigilant. Whether we can cross the avalanche depends on the last five miles! "
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he told them some things to take note of.
At the beginning. Everyone's poems could last for ten breaths, and at most for thirty breaths. Later, they could only last for seven or eight breaths. Now, most of their poems could only last for four breaths.
For the sake of safety, Fang Yun had no choice but to let the High Scholars behind him finish writing their poems half a breath in advance. However, the result of this was that the High Scholars' energy was being depleted.
"How much energy do you have left?"
"I only have two and a half inches left."
"2.6 inches I have 2.6"
"2.4 inches I have 2.4 inches."
… …
Fang Yun frowned after hearing the remaining amount of talent Qi. There was still a quarter of the journey left. Most of the High Scholars had around a quarter of their talents. If there were no accidents, they would have a high chance of reaching the top. But now, the Demon and Barbarian Tribes were obstructing them. Their chances became extremely slim.
Everyone realized why Fang Yun was asking about talent, and the team was gloomy.
If this went on, everyone would be buried in the avalanche!
The confidence that Fang Yun had built up because of his high grade Literary Heart was being destroyed by the Barbarians and Barbarians.
As time passed, the humans overtook the Barbarians and Barbarians. However, the Barbarians and Barbarians continued to push the snow onto the humans' path.
Suddenly, Zong Wude sighed, "Why don't we use the ice stones to leave. When we were at the second corridor, the Barbarians and Barbarians used the ice stones. The ice stones will take effect in about ten breaths. If we work together, we can easily stop the avalanche for ten breaths. "
"Then wouldn't all our efforts go to waste?"
"That's still better than dying here! We are the best of the High Scholars. If we die, the humans will be suppressed by the Barbarians and Barbarians for at least ten years. Furthermore, there may be a Half-saint among us. If we die here, it won't be a matter of ten years, but a hundred years. "
"We may not fail!"
"What if we fail? There have been many geniuses in the past few generations of the Demon Clan, and they have always been stronger than us humans. If we go back now, even if we are defeated, we will still have the strength to fight back. If we die here, the humans of the same generation will not be able to fight back. "
Those who wanted to advance and those who wanted to retreat started arguing. Both sides had their reasons, and it was more like a debate.
Yan Yukong suddenly said, "We have already passed the command to Fang Yun. This matter will be decided by Fang Yun. No one is allowed to question him! Everyone, shut up! "
The High Scholars looked at Yan Yukong in shock. They admired him even more. He was recognized as the number one High Scholar and Half-saint's disciple. However, not only was he willing to sacrifice himself to save everyone, but he was also willing to be a supporting character for Fang Yun and clear the noise for Fang Yun.
"This is another kind of talent. He doesn't compete with the sun or the moon, but he is like the spring wind and rain." Kong Delun sighed.
Fang Yun pointed at a few people in one breath. After deciding on a time, he said, "Let's continue forward! I still have a lot of talent. I will join in the resistance against the avalanche. I will join you in seventeen breaths. "
Many of the High Scholars couldn't bear to watch. Fang Yun was constantly giving orders. It seemed like he was just saying a few words, but before he spoke, he had to make judgments and calculations. He had to grasp the right timing. However, these were not important. The most important thing was the pressure. As the commander, Fang Yun had to bear the weight of the wind, snow, and the entire team!
Not only did Fang Yun expend more energy than the others, he also had to expend more energy to ensure that his thoughts were clear.
When the time was up, Fang Yun picked up his brush and began to write.
"The thin stone and plum blossom are neighbors. The pavilion does not change the four seasons of spring. You must know that the proud snow and frost are not part of the bustling team. "
Huge pine trees rose from the ground, parting the waves of snow. They were much taller than the other people's pines.
After the poem was finished, Fang Yun said slowly, "Brother Shitang, please complete your poem in twenty breaths."
Fang Yun's tone was very calm, but it made people feel infinite power. It was as if Fang Yun's poem could withstand the avalanche, and Fang Yun's people could hold up the comet corridor.
Everyone knew the beauty of the poem, but the pines were not mentioned. The thin stone and plum blossom were used to set off the quality of the pines. However, the situation was urgent and no one commented.
"If we can leave, this literary meet will definitely be a compilation!"
Every High Scholar had the same thought. They were filled with endless motivation. Anyone could write a compilation, but not everyone could officially publish it. Even the Ten Nations had no jurisdiction over it. It had to be vetted by the Notre-Dame. Generally speaking, a scholar could only publish a compilation once in his life.
Although there were many literary gatherings, the conditions for publishing books were extremely strict. Most of them were privately printed. There were very few literary gatherings that were officially sold in the bookstores of the Ten Nations. Each nation would usually sort out all the poems and essays of the year's literary gatherings by the end of the year. They would choose the best poems to compile into a book and publish it.
Although the quality of the "avalanche literary meet" this time was not high, there were a lot of poems and the venue was special. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for more than thirty High Scholars to climb the third corridor. There was a high chance that a compilation would be published.
Not long after, it was Fang Yun's turn again. Fang Yun wrote another poem.
"Standing on the mountain in the cold and heat, green and proud in all four seasons. The path is simple and beautiful, but evergreen is better than the fragrance of the moment. "
After the poem was completed, a huge amount of heaven and earth essence energy surged. It formed a tall pine tree that reached into the sky and opened up a path in the snow.
Suddenly, there was a scream in front. Fang Yun found it familiar.
This time, the range of the pines was huge. Not only did it push away the avalanche, but it also pushed away the bear demon general of the sacred race, Xiong Cang. Xiong Cang deliberately chose to be close to the path of Fang Yun and the rest in order to obstruct Fang Yun and the rest. In the end, he was too smart for his own good.
Xiong Cang's body was swept down by the snow waves. He could no longer find a foothold.
"Lord Lion King, the humans want to kill me! I have already been injured by the avalanche and their poem. I no longer have the ability to climb the third corridor. Lord Lion King, please punish them! "Xiong Cang roared loudly.
"Serves you right!" The stone lion's reply was clean and tidy.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that the stone lion also hated the way the barbarians did things.
After the laughter, there was another period of silence.
Not long after, Zong Wude suddenly said, "Fang Yun, we don't have much spirit energy left."
The people who wanted to continue climbing the mountain shut their mouths. The amount of spirit energy that the barbarians used to obstruct them was beyond their imagination. Even with Fang Yun's help, it was impossible for them to reach the top of the mountain.
After walking for so long, everyone could already judge how far they could go based on their spirit energy.
"We're still one mile away," Yan Yukong suddenly said in a low voice.
The group was dead silent.
"I don't have enough spirit energy. I won't retreat!"
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he took over from another high scholar and quickly wrote a poem.
"The heavy snow presses down on the pine trees. The pine trees are straight and upright. Know that the pine trees are noble and pure. Wait until the snow melts. "
After writing this famous poem by Marshal Chen Yi, Fang Yun sighed in his heart. His spirit energy couldn't support him for one mile.
However, he wouldn't give up until the very end!
Fang Yun's Literary Courage suddenly trembled slightly. The power of Literary Courage was infused into this poem.
After the poem was completed, the wind and clouds surged. However, not a single pine tree appeared.
"Could it be that we failed?" All the high scholars had the same thought.
"Rumble …"
A bizarre scene appeared. Rows of light pine trees rose from the ground and broke through the snow. They grew rapidly, forming a kind of indescribable majestic power that repelled all the avalanches. A path of pine trees that was wider, longer, and sturdier than any poem appeared at the same time. It was as if seven or eight other poems had appeared at the same time.
"No! Look carefully at these pine trees! "
Everyone looked carefully. The pine trees formed by Fang Yun's poem were the same as the pine trees formed by the previous seven poems!
"Fang Yun, your poem has reawakened the power of the previous seven poems! It's too magical! "
"The concept of this poem is simple, but it points out the will of the pine trees. It's similar to Confucius's sentence, 'Winter, and then I know the pine trees will wither'!"
"Look, some of the snow is melting!"
Everyone was shocked. In this kind of terrain, the melting of snow into water was ten times more terrifying than a normal avalanche.
Everyone looked carefully and suddenly laughed. All the snow and water had been pushed away by countless pine trees. The demons and barbarians who were harming or had harmed them in the past were being hit by the tsunami-like snow and water.
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