The shock on Zong Hou's face did not disappear for a long time. After he landed back on the surface of the sea, he looked at the black fog assassin with lingering fear. He cupped his hands towards Fang Yun and said, "There's something I don't understand. Did you already know about this assassin's abilities, or did he find my weakness and send me flying into the air?"
Fang Yun replied honestly, "It's his own fighting style."
"Sigh … … Mystical person, mystical poem." Zong Hou looked at the assassin with envy.
The Ocean Literature Battlefield disappeared and Zong Hou turned to leave.
Fang Yun looked around and found countless people discussing the poem.
"Twin soul poem, how long has it been since it appeared? I remember Cao Cao had written it before. Right, Zong Sheng also had it. However, Zong Sheng only had it after becoming a scholar, and the poem's power was equivalent to Han Lin's battle poem, so it was useless. If he could form the three soul poem, its power would surpass a normal scholar's battle poem, but he did not do it in the end. "
"That's right, Fang Xusheng was much younger than Zong Sheng back then."
"This assassin is too terrifying, he is the nemesis of us scholars! Yao and barbarians are good at fighting head on, we have many ways to defend against them, but this assassin is good at sneak attacks. "
"However, the scariest thing about this assassin is not his sneak attacks, but his ability to find weaknesses. We have all studied the battle poems of the past, but for a level two battle poem to have such a terrifying fighting style, it is unprecedented. "
"This poem is too amazing, there are two of the four great assassins. If there are four of them, the entire yao world will be shocked."
"The only pity is that it is not a legendary poem."
"Legendary poem? Until now, there has not been one. If there really is a legendary poem, then the human race will definitely prosper. When a normal scholar fights with a yao commander, the chances of winning is thirty to seventy, but with a scholar's poem, the chances of winning is fifty to fifty. The most important thing is. A level three battle poem is too difficult. There are ten billion people in the human race, but there are less than a thousand who have mastered a level three battle poem. However. There are countless people who have mastered a level two battle poem. Once there is a legendary poem, as long as the poem is trained to level two, it will be stronger than a level three battle poem. It is even more powerful than Tong Wen Wei's Third Realm Battle Poem, but it is easier to cultivate! "
"When that time comes, everyone will be a poetic maniac!"
"Let's wait."
Zhang Poyue said, "It should be the third person. Eh … did you guys notice that the ten people from Gyeongo are all good at different things? Fang Po was good at fighting head on, Zong Hou was good at miscellaneous arts, and the third person was the famous painter Zhang Huzhu. The fourth person was Mo Zhao, a disciple from the collateral branch of the Mo Family. Ordinary Mohist Scholars or even Hanlin Scholars could only control one mechanical beast. Yet, he had the ability to control two mechanical beasts, which was equivalent to two people fighting! The fifth person is … "
Zhang Po Yue counted the ten members of Gyeongo and discovered that none of them had the same strengths.
"It looks like Qing Jun is being very careful. If the ten of them have similar advantages, then Fang Xusheng only needs to win one to win all ten."
"They've put in a lot of effort. You clearly have a good chance of winning, yet you're still doing this. "
Prime Minister Kang Ha-chuan looked at Fang Yun, then looked in the direction of the Gyeongo monarch. He fell into deep thought.
Zhang Huzhu was a very kind looking old man. He was over eighty years old, and his hair was all white. He was just a little hunchbacked.
"Compared to the others, I'm just an old man. I'm not good at poetry, and I'm not good at literature. The only thing I have is painting. I hope Fang Xusheng won't blame me for lowering your enemy's level, "Zhang Huzhu said as he walked.
"You're too humble," Fang Yun said politely.
Zhang Huzhu chuckled and said, "I still regret it to this day. If I had known that your lecture on the Dao of Painting could cause a deluge of flowers, I would have gone to Jing Country to listen to your lecture even if I had to risk my life. You guys don't know, but a few days ago, I talked to Ruan Ling about that commotion, and how he laughed at me. "
"I remember that Master Ruan Ling went."
Fang Yun nodded. He remembered clearly that the day after he finished the Lingyan Pavilion. When he was lecturing on painting and calligraphy in Jingguo Academy, the Lei family invited Ruan Ling, who had reached the third level of painting, to make things difficult for him. In the end, not only did Ruan Ling not make things difficult for Fang Yun, but he also learned Fang Yun's new painting technique.
After that, Ruan Ling announced that he had repaid the Lei family's kindness and would no longer have anything to do with the Lei family. The Lei family was so angry that they scolded him.
Ruan Ling and Zhang Huzhu were both at the third level of painting. Although Zhang Huzhu was only a Jinshi, he had been fighting on the battlefield for many years. In terms of painting, he was better than Zhang Huzhu.
Fang Yun pondered. Although Zhang Huzhu was ranked third and seemed to be at the bottom of the ten, he was much more difficult to deal with than many people because of the rules of the literary battle.
Because Zhang Huzhu chose to use his own war paintings at the cost of giving up three treasures.
All the war paintings were made by him before, so he could use them at will.
Fang Yun had long heard of Zhang Huzhu's name. His battle prowess allowed him to kill ordinary Demon Marquises effortlessly. His most glorious achievement was holding back a Demon King for two hours by himself. In the end, he managed to escape safely after reinforcements arrived.
When Fang Yun found out that he was among the ten, he felt a headache. No matter how powerful Qiu Chongshan's ancient spear was, no matter how powerful Zong Jibing's talent was, and no matter how powerful Qu Hange's chess and musical skills were, they could not stop a Demon King for two hours.
Zhang Huzhu smiled and continued, "I am not talented, but I have some achievements in painting. In recent years, I have painted a few masterpieces that I am proud of. "
Hearing this, Fang Yun's heart skipped a beat. A peak war painting would definitely take more than half a year. This meant that he was using temporary strength to fight against the enemy's strength that he had accumulated for half a year. Moreover, this was not the first time. The chance of winning was very small.
Most importantly, according to the information, Zhang Huzhu was the same as Qu Hange, the one who took the initiative to ask for a battle of wits.
"But …" Zhang Huzhu suddenly changed the topic and said, "There is one that I want to give away. There is one that I can't bear to use. I will keep the third one to exchange for something I need. As for the other few, I have to leave them to my useless descendants. With these few paintings, they will not have to worry about food for at least five generations. Sigh, as an elder, I have to worry. "
Fang Yun heard this and was in awe.
Gyeongo's seats were suddenly in chaos.
"This old man! How can he be so childish! "
"Traitor! Traitor! His whole family should be executed! "
"To think that I almost became his disciple. I was really blind back then!"
Many scholars of lower status scolded, but those of higher status did not speak.
"Shut up!" A loud shout suppressed everyone's voices. Some people were not convinced and wanted to refute, but they found that they could not make a sound.
Some people looked in the direction of the voice in fear. It was Mr. Xun of the Xun Family, the current acting head and the next head of the Xun Family.
Whether it was the Zong Family or the Qing Family, they were all as obedient as rabbits. They lowered their heads and eyebrows. They were not as aggressive as before in front of Fang Yun.
An old scholar of the Xun Family sneered. "In this battle of wits, no matter if we win or lose, only Mr. Huzhu can save Gyeongo's reputation from being tarnished."
Many people thought for a while and suddenly understood.
If Zhang Huzhu was really doing this for his descendants, as long as he used those paintings on Fang Yun, the Gyeongo Royal Family would compensate him if he lost. If he won, Zhang Huzhu's profits would be more than a hundred times!
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