When the carriage arrived at the State Academy of Arts, there were already many parents of elementary scholars gathered in front of the gate. Many of the elementary scholars were reluctant to have their parents around. After all, they were envied by everyone outside, but their parents always treated them like children.
Especially the dull Du Shudai, who was almost being rubbed by his grandmother. He had a sad face, which made Fang Yun want to laugh.
Fang Yun carried a large backpack that was half the height of a person as he walked over. Nuu laid comfortably on the backpack and looked around curiously at the people around her. When she saw the Sacred Temple in the State College of Arts, she revealed a look of fear and hurriedly turned her head.
Lu Yu waved at Fang Yun and asked loudly, "Fang Yun, you have a spiritual beast? We are safe now. Come, let me see! "
As Lu Yu spoke, he came over to hug Nu Nu. Suddenly, Nu Nu's hair stood on end and she bared her teeth. Lu Yu was so scared that he hurriedly stepped back and bumped into his father. His father slapped him on the forehead.
"Useless!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Nunu was also amused. It patted Fang Yun's shoulder with one paw and pointed its other paw at Lu Yu, as if it was saying, "Look at an idiot, look at an idiot."
After the laughter, the sixteen students of the three classes and the forty-five people of the Official Army stood together in a neat line.
The fourth rank official of the State Academy of Arts, Gao Zheng, came forward. After everyone paid their respects to him, he began to write the famous poem "Chang Wu" from the "Book of Songs". This was a poem that praised King Xuan of Zhou for going to war. At the same time, it was also the best "Zhuang Wu" in the world of Saint Origin. If a great scholar wrote "Chang Wu" with a sacred page, it could guarantee that a hundred thousand people would have three times the physical strength, strength, and endurance of an ordinary person for three months!
Zhuang Wu was the basic strength of ordinary soldiers when fighting against demons and barbarians. It was much more powerful than ordinary poems.
"Hehe Mingming, the King's Loyal Servant, Grand Ancestor Nanzhong, Grand Master Emperor's Father.
Messing with my Sixth Master, to repair my army, both respect and caution, to benefit the South.
… "
When he wrote "the King's Loyal Servant", everyone present heard a voice that seemed to travel through time and space.
"Let's go!"
A faint layer of translucent white light appeared on the paper.
"The first level of calligraphy, the brush makes a sound!" Fang Yun thought to himself. He was even a little envious. This first level could increase the power of battle poems by 20%.
When he wrote, "Mess with our Sixth Division, fix our army!", everyone could hear the army's slogan, as well as the sound of blades being sharpened.
In the process of Gao Zheng writing this poem, Fang Yun clearly realized that Gao Zheng could not only mobilize his own talent, he could even borrow the talent of the State Academy of Arts.
"It seems like the rumors are true. Studying in the State Culture Academy, one would unknowingly be baptized by the talent of the Sacred Temple, allowing one's talent to grow even faster. It seems like the reason why I was able to reach ten inches of Talent Qi so quickly had a lot to do with the State Academy of Arts. I'm afraid this is also the reason why Sword-brow Duke stayed in the State Academy of Arts for so long. "
Large amounts of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi surged, even forming a whistling wind in the sky. Not to mention these scholars, even ordinary people could hear it.
Everyone present was affected by the power of this battle song. They listened quietly, and even the parents could not help but straighten their bodies, treating themselves as soldiers about to go to war. Some of the parents who had been on the battlefield even recalled their experiences in the past, and tears welled up in their eyes.
Gao Zheng was a Grand Scholar. At the beginning, only the sound of his brush making a sound was heard. After he finished writing half of the poem, everyone saw that with every word he wrote, a translucent pink flower would bloom at the tip of his brush.
Everyone was in awe. This was the second level of calligraphy, Wondrous Blossom. Even the number one person in Jiang District, Li Wenying's calligraphy, was only at this level. However, once Li Wenying wrote battle poems, the entire poem would blossom. His level was slightly higher than Gao Zheng's.
The white light on the paper began to spread, and finally covered 40% of the paper.
Fang Yun watched quietly. After Gao Zheng finished writing the last stroke, the white light on the surface of the paper expanded rapidly, like a light shield covering the paper. Unfortunately, it only covered 90% of the paper.
Fang Yun looked at the brush in Gao Zheng's hand. The last 50% of the light should be the power of the brush. It should be a brush made from the bones of a great demon, and belonged to the collection of the State Academy of Arts.
The paper containing the battle song, Chang Wu, flew into the air and burned rapidly, turning into pure white light spots that fell like rain towards the people who were going to war.
Suddenly, the sound of bones cracking could be heard.
The 'Constant Martial Arts', which had nearly doubled in power, had a powerful might. Everyone's body had visible changes. Their muscles swelled, their height increased, their strength increased, and there was a constant flow of heat in their bodies.
Fang Yun was reminded by Li Yuncong. He was already wearing loose clothes, but now he felt that his clothes were clinging to his body. It was very uncomfortable, and he needed some time to get used to it.
Fang Yun clenched his fist tightly. He felt that he could kill a cow with one punch.
"What a magical world. No wonder ordinary human soldiers can fight against demons and barbarians. My fighting spirit seems to have been affected by Chang Wu, and I've become warlike. I can't wait to go into battle and kill demons. Not only is this battle song harmless, but it can also strengthen the human body. As long as the nutrition can keep up, a veteran student can even kill a demon soldier easily. "
Nunu stretched out her white front leg and used her claws to press on Fang Yun's upper arm muscles. She felt that they were elastic and explosive, and her eyes were full of curiosity.
Gao Zheng said, "This Chang Wu can last for a month. Students, remember the kindness of the ancestors and the protection of the saints. Kill demons and barbarians for the human race! Zhuang Xing, let's go! "
Everyone bowed in the direction of the Divine Temple. "Thank the ancestors, thank the saints!"
The students and soldiers turned and walked towards the armored ox cart.
Fang Yun looked at the armored oxen curiously. These oxen had no hair on their bodies, and their bodies seemed to be covered with shiny black scales.
The armored oxen were originally the offspring of a demon cow and an ordinary cow. After many years of improvement, they could be raised as long as they ate grass. They were very strong and gentle, and they were good at running long distances. They were the most commonly reared beast in every country, even more than flood horses.
Back then, the Flaming Ox Formation of the Qi State's General Tian Dan used these oxen.
The armored ox cart was much bigger than a normal horse carriage. It could seat twenty people, and only two oxen were needed to pull the cart.
On the battlefield, there were also armored ox carts. The 'Yu' in the Six Arts of Gentlemen, 'Rites, Music, Archery, Driving, Calligraphy, and Mathematics', referred to driving a chariot. Now, it also included riding a horse.
Three classes of elementary scholars and three prefectural soldiers rode on six armored ox carts. The seventh cart was loaded with cooking utensils, dry rations, cured meat, military tents, weapons, and so on.
Many parents waved their hands and shouted orders as the carts drove out of Da Yuan City.
The armored ox cart drove very slowly in the city, but when it reached the outskirts, it started to accelerate. Soon, it was faster than a normal person running. The wheels of the armored ox cart were made of strange wood from the demon mountains. The people in the cart only felt a slight jolt.
Fang Yun estimated that the armored ox cart could go more than fifty miles per hour.
On the cart, the teachers of the three classes patiently explained how to kill demons and all kinds of precautions. Even though the students already knew, they still listened carefully.
Two hours later, Mr. Wang finished explaining everything. The students of the first class began to chat.
As they chatted, they talked about the imperial court. Mr. Wang glanced at Fang Yun and said, "Confucianism is the main path. It's the only path. Those who want to be made a saint have to follow it. However, the path to becoming a saint is difficult. Many people only want to become great Confucians. Some only want to be in the bureaucracy, so they study the Miscellaneous School. Some want to protect the human race, so they study the power of the military. Some want to rule the country by law, so they study the Legalism School. Some want to save the country from danger, so they walk the path of the School of Diplomacy. Since hundreds of years ago, the Miscellaneous School of various countries has been focusing on politics. Therefore, even if there are great Confucians in each country, they can't shake this huge group. After all, they are backed by the Lu family. "
Then, Mr. Wang analyzed the Jingguo families. In fact, he was talking about the factions of Jingguo officials.
Fang Yun gradually understood. Most of the scholars in the Academy of Arts focused on Confucianism, while the military focused on the School of the Militarists. The civil officials were very complicated. The School of Miscellany, who cultivated the art of politics, often had the upper hand and controlled the most important department, the Ministry of Personnel. The Ministry of Personnel was the yamen responsible for evaluating and appointing officials, which was why the School of Miscellany was so powerful.
The Minister of the Left, Mount Liu, was very smart. He infiltrated the various forces without crossing the bottom line. At the same time, he roped in many forces such as the School of Agriculture, the Legalism School, and the School of Diplomacy. He used powerful politics to control the country.
Although the Minister of the Arts was a great Confucian who was in charge of the education of Jingguo, he was a real gentleman. No matter what he did, he was upright. After all, he couldn't ignore the Confucian path and study politics. Therefore, in the imperial court of Jingguo, the Minister of the Left still had the power to control everything.
Mr. Wang also deliberately pointed out Fang Yun. The Confucians and the Legalists could be trusted if they made an oath with courage, but some people's oaths couldn't be trusted. The School of Diplomacy had an oath.
"All is fair in war." The School of Diplomacy had an oath. The School of Diplomacy had an oath. The Miscellaneous School had an oath. The Famous School had an oath. To some extent, they could avoid oaths or promises. However, there were still certain dangers and hidden dangers.
Mr. Wang also said that the Confucians also had a saying that could avoid oaths. Confucius once said, "If you want to make an alliance, the gods won't listen." It meant that if a person was forced to make an oath, he could break the oath. However, the prerequisite was that he did something fair and righteous. If he didn't do something right, he couldn't avoid the oath.
Fang Yun understood that Mr. Wang was teaching him. He was very grateful. If it wasn't for this kind of teaching, he might have to hit his head and bleed before he could understand.
The journey was very smooth. At noon, seven armored ox carriages arrived at the county seat of Mi County. The county magistrate, who had already received the news, led the yamen officials and the aristocratic families to welcome them.
The students killed demons to train their minds. According to the rules, they couldn't enter the big city to enjoy themselves. Therefore, the county magistrate of Mi County set up a meal at the post house outside the city and invited everyone.
At the dining table, the county magistrate explained in detail what had happened.
Mi County had many waterways. There would always be demons coming from the Yangtze River. However, the demons were just like the students. They were just a little stronger than the students. Three to five strong men with weapons could easily kill them.
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