While the others were still busy, some generals came to greet Li Wenying.
"Sir!"
"Sir Li!"
"General!"
Because Li Wenying used to be a general, those who served under him were used to calling him General.
Li Wenying had already seen the situation in the air. Finally, his gaze fell on Chen Xibi. He nodded and said, "Not bad, I've seen that demon turtle before. It's the grandson of the Flood Dragon King and has the potential to transform into a dragon. Killing it is a great achievement. It's just a broken arm, it's nothing. If you can become a scholar, I'll go to the Notre-Dame to ask for a Life Fruit to regrow your broken arm. If it doesn't work, when I become a scholar, I'll go to the Demon Realm to get one for you. "
Chen Xibi immediately said, "I dare not lie to you. I didn't know that the demon turtle was the grandson of the Flood Dragon King. I wasn't the one who killed it, it was Fang Yun who used the nine-layered battle poem to summon the divine sense of the Holy Archer to kill the demon turtle. "
"Oh!" Li Wenying's gaze was like lightning as he looked at Fang Yun seriously.
"We were all there and saw Fang Yun use the battle poem to kill the demon turtle. I've just memorized the battle poem. Please take a look. "Mr Wang handed the poem over.
Li Wenying took a look at it and immediately recognized that it was a poem based on historical facts, praising the wise men of the past, so its power was bound to be exceptionally great. In the end, he said, "This' Not Among the Stone Ridges' is the finishing touch. It's not the stone surface, nor the stone heart, but the stone ridges. It's more vivid than the previous poems praising the superb archery. Do you have a name for the poem? "
"Arrow in the Stone." Fang Yun said.
Li Wenying's expression changed as he looked at Fang Yun again. He seemed to want to say something, but after thinking for a while, he said, "Tell me what happened in detail."
Thus, the High Scholar told the whole story. A few of the High Scholars were too far away from Fang Yun to see what Fang Yun did. Li Wenying then asked Fang Yun.
Fang Yun told the truth about how he saw his classmate being eaten alive by the Demonic Tortoise and was affected by the fifth layer of the Heart of Emerald Blood. He wrote the poem out of grief and indignation.
Li Wenying listened and said, "Your 'Soldier Enhancement Poem' and 'Stone Arrow' are of great significance. I will first suppress them for two months. After that, I will ask Half-saint to find a way to cover it up. When you become a Jinshi, then I will clear your name. Otherwise, the demons and barbarians will kill you at all costs. Especially the 'Stone Arrow', its power is immense and its range is great. With so many Elementary Scholars attacking at the same time, it is more than enough to kill those ordinary Daemon Generals. It is enough to change the situation of the three races! "
"It can't be that important, right?" Fang Yundao asked.
The deputy general explained, "At the level of Hanlin, everyone knows their own battle poems. Other than a few legendary battle poems that were extremely powerful, those people would still use their own. After all, as long as it was written by oneself, there would be a layer of precious light of the original work. After a long time, it would even nurture a precious light of the poem soul. However, Elementary Scholars and High Scholars had the least number of legendary battle poems. Now that he had the Stone Arrow, the core of the Shifter race was no longer a threat! At most, in two years, when most of the Elementary Scholars have learned the Stone Arrow, it will be the time for the human race to rise! "
Li Wenying nodded and said, "The merits of the Stone Arrow far exceed your imagination. When you become Hanlin, you will naturally understand and receive the rewards that belong to you. However, your current position is too low. It is useless even if you go. "
The people present guessed that it was related to the Holy Land and could not help but be envious.
"Since you have eaten the fake Dragon Pearl and are below Hanlin, you may be able to enter the Dragon Platform. I will think of a way to send you in. Others who go there are seeking their own deaths. You may be able to reap great rewards. If you, a human, were to take the good things inside, I wonder how ugly the faces of the Dragon Clan and the Barbarian Sages would be. "Li Wenying said as he laughed.
Everyone was even more envious. Even the Four Great Scholars could not enter the Dragon Platform. The Dragon Platform was very mysterious. Once the Barbarians and Demons came out of the Dragon Platform, their strength would increase greatly.
At this time, County Magistrate He, who had gone down the mountain, returned and reported that An Chengcai and the Demon Snake had been buried. However, he did not find the dirty writings of the Great Confucian. He would have to search slowly in the future.
Li Wenying ordered everyone to set up camp here and wait for reinforcements to bring back the corpses of the soldiers.
After finishing his orders, Li Wenying put his hands behind his back and looked at the wide Yangtze River in the distance. He asked, "Including the people and soldiers of Lu Town, how many people died because of the Demon Race today?"
"Close to five hundred."
"I will go and kill fifty thousand demons." Li Wenying said. A white cloud appeared under his feet and he flew directly above the Yangtze River.
The Yangtze River here was very wide, almost a hundred miles wide. Li Wenying stood above the Yangtze River and looked very small.
Everyone could vaguely see Li Wenying writing on a piece of paper. Then, a huge amount of river water was lifted into the sky by an invisible force. A large hole was suddenly dug out in the Yangtze River.
A large amount of river water flew into the sky. From afar, it looked like a piece of jade that covered the sky and the earth. Then, it suddenly fell and smashed down.
When the river water fell halfway, it slowed down. Then, it turned into billions of water swords and shot into the river. It covered hundreds of miles of the Yangtze River. It lasted for more than a hundred breaths of time before the water swords disappeared.
Then, densely packed demon corpses appeared on the surface of the river. The surface of the river was bright red.
It was the first time for many people present to see Li Wenying use his full strength. They were stunned. Indeed, a poem could kill thousands of demons. It was too fierce. No wonder his position in the Notre-Dame was so much higher than that of the Left Minister.
Fang Yun asked in a low voice, "Is the rumor of 'If you kill one of my people, I will kill a hundred of your demons' true?"
The High Scholar Deputy General said with incomparable admiration, "Of course it's true. Ever since Lord Headmaster became a Grand Scholar and oversaw Jiang Prefecture, every year at the end of the year, he would count the number of people of Jiang Prefecture killed by the demons and the number of demons killed by us. If the number of demons killed by us is less than a hundred times, he would personally go to the sea, the Yangtze River, and the Desolate Demon Mountain to kill them all. After killing a hundred times, he would return home to celebrate the New Year. "
"In recent years, the number of people killed by the demons in Jiang Prefecture has decreased. There are no cases of more than a thousand demons killing people. At most, a demon general would lead a few hundred lesser demons to attack. Some smart demon soldiers would not kill after surrounding human villages and towns. They would only ask the humans to give them enough meat and then leave. "
"Lord Headmaster is the mainstay of the human race. Some people have different opinions about the demons and barbarians. Lord Headmaster said that the demons and barbarians are wolf cubs that cannot be tamed. Only by killing them until they are afraid and beg for peace can we talk about other things. Otherwise, they will bring disaster to the country and the people, and they will be sinners of the human race. The longer we serve as soldiers and the more demons we kill, the more we believe that Lord Headmaster is right. "
Everyone looked at the Yangtze River. It was already calm. Blood dyed a hundred miles, and tens of thousands of corpses floated. However, not a single demon king or great demon dared to come out.
Li Wenying returned on the white clouds and casually threw the ancient sword of talent to the top of the mountain.
Li Wenying said, "In order to protect Fang Yun, after returning to the Great Source Residence, all scholars and above must go to the Holy Temple to make an oath. All scholars and below will be quarantined! The compensation for quarantining will be doubled! Once Fang Yun becomes a Jinshi, you will be released from quarantine. "
The soldiers and scholars were worried and happy at the same time. They were worried because they did not know how many years they would be released after being quarantined. They were happy because the benefits of being quarantined were great. They could bring their families along during the quarantining, and they could receive free education and countless free books to read. They did not have to spend a single copper coin on food, clothing, and transportation. Furthermore, they could receive money during the quarantining process. If they were quarantined for too long, they could be promoted by one rank after being released. Those who were lucky could even be conferred the lowest noble rank.
Most people were happy. After all, they could receive more money without any danger to their lives. It was a good thing for everyone.
Li Wenying gave a few more instructions before leaving.
"With Lord Headmaster's ancient sword of talent, we will be very safe tonight. Continue to wait here for reinforcements."
After cleaning up the battlefield, everyone started a bonfire and camped beside it.
The night was quiet. There were no sounds of birds or insects within a radius of dozens of miles. It was very strange.
When most people were asleep, Fang Yun used the excuse of going to the toilet to go to the forest and took out the cloth bag An Chengcai had given him.
Opening the cloth bag, there was a strange layer of skin inside. It was cold to the touch, tough yet delicate. With his night vision, Fang Yun took a closer look and realized that it was very similar to the flood dragon's skin recorded in the books.
Fang Yun gently peeled off the skin to reveal a withered yellow piece of paper stuck to the flood dragon's skin. The words on the paper were not black but a bright, demonic blood-red. At first glance, the blood-red words were composed entirely of fresh blood. They seemed to be flowing slowly as if they would drip off at any moment.
The blood-red words exuded a strong aura, but it was concealed by the flood dragon's skin.
"In Jin Taiyuan, the people of Wuling fish for a living. Traveling by the stream, they forget the distance. Suddenly, they came across a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps away from the shore. There were no other trees in the forest, and the grass was fresh and fragrant. Fishermen were different. Continuing forward, they tried to reach the end of the forest. Lin Jin found a water source on a mountain. The mountain had a small mouth that seemed to emit light. So he abandoned the boat and entered through the mouth. At first it was narrow, but only then did he understand people. Walking dozens of steps, he was enlightened. "
The page was cut off at this point. The bottom of the page was unusually neat as if it had been cut open by a sharp weapon.
Upon reading the first sentence, Fang Yun knew that this was Tao Yuanming's famous poem, 'Peach Blossom Spring'.
Back on Earth, Tao Yuanming was just a scholar who did not bend over backward for the sake of money. However, in Saint Origin World, Tao Yuanming was not only famous for his poetry but also studied the classics. Due to his temperament, he was unable to attain sainthood. In the end, he created 'Peach Blossom Spring' to gain enlightenment on his own path. Thus, he entered the monster realm alone and contributed greatly to humanity, thus becoming a saint.
"It was said that after Tao Yuanming became a saint, he wanted to create a 'paradise' because that was his aspiration when he became a saint. Unfortunately, until his death, no one knew whether or not he had truly created Shangri-La. It was said that Notre-Dame and his descendants firmly believed that Tao Yuanming had created it and have been searching for it ever since.
"Although this' Peach Blossom Spring 'was written by Tao Yuanming when he was still a great scholar, and only a quarter of it is left, it is still the foundation of Tao Yuanming's ascension. Hence, it requires the blood of a monster saint to taint it. Unfortunately, this' Peach Blossom Spring 'is only a preface to the' Peach Blossom Spring Poem '. Half of the' Peach Blossom Spring Poem 'was written first and was only completed after Tao Yuanming became a saint. I'm afraid only when the two poems are combined can a complete holy text be created. Its power must be extraordinary.
"I forgot to mention this when Duke Jian Mei was still around. Now that he's gone, I don't feel at ease leaving it to anyone else. Forget it. Once I return to Da Yuan City tomorrow, the temple will sense it so I don't have to worry. Tomorrow is the first of May and the new issue of 'Holy Path' will be published. I must buy it and read it when I get back. "
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