The Gyeongo people who were filled with righteous indignation just now immediately turned red with embarrassment. ▲ ﹏
It was true that Fang Yun was Xusheng, but Xusheng's status was not his strength. No matter what, he was still a young Jinshi.
Besides, Fang Yun was not the one who initiated the fight. Firstly, it was because the High Scholar of Gyeongo went to Jiang Zhou to humiliate the scholars of Jingguo. Secondly, it was because the Zong Family wanted to seize the Dao of education. No matter what, Gyeongo was the one who was rude first.
If Gyeongo won, Zhang Huzhu's behavior would reflect the demeanor of a great nation. If he won openly, others wouldn't be able to criticize him.
If Gyeongo lost, Gyeongo could naturally say that they didn't go all out to prevent others from adding insult to injury. No one would be able to smear Gyeongo's reputation.
If the Ten Scholars of Gyeongo were to win by hook or by crook, it would arouse the sympathy of the people of the Ten Nations towards Fang Yun and disgust Gyeongo. In the end, it would very likely lead to an awkward situation where they couldn't win.
That was precisely the reason why Zhang Huzhu took the initiative to ask for a battle.
"You're a man of etiquette and virtue," Fang Yun said to Zhang Huzhu with cupped fists.
"However, apart from painting, I'm also a poetry fanatic. Fang Xusheng, don't be careless," Zhang Huzhu said frankly.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "I've long heard of your achievements, Mr. Zhang. Mister had cultivated a High Scholar defensive battle poem and a Swift Travel battle poem to the third realm, and two types of Grand Scholar defensive battle poems to the second realm. With these defensive battle poems, it was enough for him to use the battle paintings continuously. I have to be careful. "
"My military merits are nothing compared to Fang Xusheng's. Okay, let's not stand on ceremony. Please. "
"Please."
With a flash of light, Fang Yun opened his eyes and found himself on a small mountain. On the mountain was a dilapidated stockade. The gate of the stockade was blocked, and there was a watchtower on the right.
Fang Yun was secretly delighted. It seemed that he was lucky to be in the stronghold. Zhang Huzhu was most likely outside.
Fang Yun quickly climbed to the top of the tower. Zhang Huzhu was indeed at the foot of the mountain.
Zhang Huzhu said, "Fang Xusheng is lucky. Luck is also important in a life and death battle. This was a battle of wits, not a battle of life and death with the demons and barbarians. Why don't you and I come up with a plan? In the first quarter of an hour, I will attack first. If I can't reach the stronghold, you will attack me. As long as you can force me to take a step back, you will win. What do you think? "
Fang Yun pondered for a moment. This suggestion was not bad. If it were someone else, they would definitely not attack the mountain. Instead, they would force Fang Yun to go down and have a showdown on the ground. Zhang Huzhu's suggestion seemed to be at a disadvantage. However, Fang Yun knew very well that Zhang Huzhu was good at painting. She was good at defense and not good at attacking. Once she was forced to move, she would be at the end of her rope. Only by going all out would she be able to salvage the situation. However, given Zhang Huzhu's temperament, she would definitely not be willing to go all out.
The reason being, Fang Yun was considered half a teacher to Zhang Huzhu.
All the famous painters of the Ten Nations had learned Fang Yun's new painting techniques.
"Let's do as you say then."
As Fang Yun spoke, he looked at the stronghold again.
The gate of the stronghold was blocked. However, the gate was made of wood and could be easily broken through. The mountain path below was only about ten feet wide and winding. If they gave up the easy to defend mountain path and only stayed at the gate of the stronghold, it would be tantamount to waiting for death. No military expert would make such a mistake.
Fang Yun stood on the watchtower and wrote "Stormy Dream Battle". He summoned thousands of ice knights outside the gate of the stronghold and turned the stairs of the mountain path into thick ice, making it difficult to climb.
The Weak Water Knight was in front with a spear while the Strange Wind Knight was behind with a bow. They formed an iron wall.
Fang Yun then wrote "Yi Shui Song" and "Sending Jing Ke". He immediately summoned the Lian Shi Assassin. The Lian Shi Assassin was very strong. Due to the fact that his body was derived from black fog, he could not only walk on water, but also float in the air. However, his speed was very slow when there was no support. He couldn't fly and could only be considered floating and gliding.
With the Lian Shi Assassin, Fang Yun would have an additional Demon Marquis to protect him at all times. Besides, he would definitely surpass ordinary Demon Marquis and even the royal Demon Marquis. He was equivalent to a Demon Marquis of the sacred race.
Fang Yun estimated the strength of the Lian Shi Assassin. In terms of combat power, he was only equivalent to the Third Hall of Hanlin, but in terms of combat awareness and skills, he was definitely not inferior to those of the peak Seventh Hall of Hanlin.
The reason being, the Lian Shi Assassin was formed by two poetry souls. He had obtained the battle intent left in the world by two of the four great assassins. Although there weren't many of them, they were comparable to the Seventh Hall of Hanlin.
After that, Fang Yun wrote "White Horse Poem" and "White Horse Hero Poem". He summoned a White Horse General and a White Horse Hero Poem. Due to the Heaven Performance Poem, "White Horse Hero Poem" was about to enter the second level and form a poetry soul. After that, Fang Yun would have another Demon Marquis as his bodyguard.
Fang Yun didn't attack immediately. Instead, he observed Zhang Huzhu. Although the information he had obtained was very detailed and detailed Zhang Huzhu's life, temperament, preferences, and combat habits, it was still superficial. He needed to experience actual combat to be able to put it to use.
War paintings and war poems were powers that humans had started to pay attention to in recent years. So far, there hadn't been a Fifth Level Grandmaster in the Way of Painting. The first Fourth Level Grandmaster in the Way of Painting was Gu Kaizhi. So far, there were only two Fourth Level Grandmasters in the Way of Painting.
Humans were the most suitable for the current Divine Path. They were recognized as the most talented. Naturally, they would follow the current Divine Path and have the highest chance of becoming a Saint.
Many geniuses were misunderstood as not being suitable for the current Divine Path but not enough to create a new Divine Path. Most of these people continued to struggle to follow in the footsteps of their predecessors. However, a few took a different path. Even if they couldn't create a new Divine Path, they were willing to die on the new path to pave the way for future generations.
Scholars on the path of war poems and war paintings cut through all obstacles and hardships. However, they had no regrets.
Whether it was Ruan Ling or Zhang Huzhu, they were not considered to be geniuses of the Divine Path. At least among the geniuses of the same generation, they were considered to have deviated from the Divine Path. They would more or less be misunderstood and suffer more. Because of this, the two of them were the most generous. They were full of respect for Fang Yun, the founder of the Way of Painting. They didn't view him as an enemy.
Zhang Huzhu slowly took out scroll after scroll of war paintings from the Hubei.
Ordinary people had to pay attention to some details when using war paintings. However, this Third Level Grandmaster took out a scroll and threw it into the distance.
The war paintings burned in the air and then turned into real power.
At first, Zhang Huzhu's paintings turned into groups of demons.
These demons were either Demon Marquises or Demon Commanders. After a while, ten Demon Marquises and thousands of Demon Commanders appeared in front of Zhang Huzhu.
Fang Yun was better off. Most of the scholars on the platform felt their scalps tingle. Zhang Huzhu was too scary. The key was that this was just the beginning.
"Go." After Zhang Huzhu finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued to take out paintings from the Hubei.
The Ice Knights and the war painting demons fought. The scene was extremely tragic. It should have been the focus of everyone's attention. However, everyone, including Fang Yun, was attracted by Zhang Huzhu's next war painting. Many Jingguo scholars didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
After Zhang Huzhu's new war painting burned, it wasn't a demon or barbarian that appeared. It was a human. It was a Han Lin.
It was none other than Li Wenying from more than a decade ago!
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