Chapter 482

The first question of the first test announced that Fang Yun seemed to hear many people breathe a long sigh of relief. It was obvious that the trip was very orthodox.

Fang Yun looked on both sides. 110 people from the eleven school palaces stood in a line on the flat ground. Except that he and Yan Yukong were wearing lifting robes, all the others were wearing white sword clothes.

Every two people are three feet apart.

The sky in dabiwen is blue and white clouds are blooming. In front is the endless loess land. The wind blows and dust is flying.

Fang Yun knows that this is the literary world dedicated to the ten national competitions. At least half saints can create the literary world, and the literary world has many wonderful uses.

A man in the Confucius School palace smiled and said, "it's hard for you to write horse chanting poems quickly. If you slow down, you'll be too far behind."

Many people laughed with kindness.

"Hum, that's not necessarily!" Qingguo said coldly.

Most of the top five students in the school palace smile and don't speak. They have the pride of a big country. Even if the other party has doubts, everything shown by the other party never denies and recognizes their talents.

A man of enlightenment said: "I'll throw a brick to attract jade and take a step first. There are Fanyu in the West pole and flying Colts without wings..."

Qiao juze, close to Fang Yun, said with a smile: "it is worthy of exploring flowers in the country. Opening your mouth is Fanyu, one of the eight steeds. This poem has shape and spirit, and will be able to poeticize the peerless steeds."

They were not in a hurry, but listened to Liang Zhongdao's poetry. This kind of rush is not a moment. It's better to think first and listen to other people's poetry first, which may be helpful to their poetry.

After liang Zhongdao finished reciting a poem, he saw a translucent snow-white horse appear in front of him. The horse looked up and shouted. The vitality around him was obviously more than that of ordinary horses. Its shape and meaning were similar to those of the demon family.

"Farewell!"

There was a matching saddle immediately. Liang Zhongdao turned over and mounted the horse. With a gentle clip on the horse's belly, the white horse ran immediately.

When the horse ran, Fang Yun suddenly realized that the horse's hair was very long. When it ran, its white hair flew like a bird feather. No wonder it was named "Fanyu".

"How fast!" the students of Xuegong, who ranked lower, praised Qiguo. Qiguo won the first place in the ten national competitions last year, and Liang Zhongdao took the lead, showing the style of a big country.

Cui Wang's tongue burst and Chunlei said, "brother Fang, don't wait. We Jingguo can't compete for the first place in the school palace, but I hope you can get the first place in the school!"

"People in Jingguo are becoming more and more arrogant!"

"Jingguo people, come back and talk nonsense five days before you can enter the school palace!"

"Don't make any noise. The game is important."

Cui Wang blushed when people from all over the world spoke. Although he was right to be a Jingguo, Jingguo was No. 10 in the school palace. He said such words. After being accused, he had no power to refute.

"I'll take the second one." Fang Yun wanted to think carefully, but his people's kindness was humiliated and had to come forward in advance.

Everyone stopped thinking about poetry and looked at Fang Yun together. Most people were full of expectations, while a few cursed Fang Yun's failure in their hearts.

At the same time, the venue outside the boundaries of dabiwen was full, and nearly 100000 people sat on the stairs of the venue.

Although the ten nations' Congress was held in the literary world, everything that happened in the literary world formed a huge light curtain 30 feet high, which was set up in the Dabi venue of the Confucius School palace.

This light curtain is like the list of candidates or the list of scholars issued by the holy temple. Everyone will see it within ten miles of the Confucius palace, but the people in the venue will see it more carefully.

Near the Confucius palace, countless scholars held today's holy way and Wen Bao, looked up at the Dabi light curtain, and countless people were whispering.

"It's Fang Yun! I recognize it. It's more handsome than the Mid Autumn Festival!"

"It's a pity that he's a genius. In the big competition with ten people as a team, even if he's talented, he's only one tenth, and in the big competition, he's only one in a hundred."

"Jingguo has been weak for many years. He can't recover it alone. He can rank ninth at most. It's absolutely impossible to advance into the top eight. The gap between Eighth and ninth is almost the gap between first and sixth. It can't be compared at all."

"He should be the first in the first section of the ten thousand mile road. I don't know what's behind."

There is a huge light curtain not only in Kong City, but also in counties and governments of ten countries, not only in the cold ancient land and barren ancient land, even in Jedi dangerous places such as Liangjie mountain and zhenprison sea. Wherever there is a holy temple and literary academy, there must be a huge light curtain outside the door, which can be watched by people nearby.

Billions of people are watching this annual big ratio.

The ten nation congress is not the highest level, but it is the largest and most influential.

Jinshi is not only the backbone of scholars in a country, but also the future of scholars in a country. The strength of Jinshi determines the strength of a country.

Amid the discussion, Fang Yun read Li Bai's Tianma song.

"Tianma comes to the moon Branch Cave, with tiger and Dragon Wing bones on its back.

Hissing green clouds, shaking green hair, LAN Jin Quanqi gone out.

Teng Kunlun, the West pole, four feet without a kick.

The crow of the chicken brushed the swallows and the hay, and the God walked with electricity and was in a trance.

The heavenly horse calls, the flying dragon tends, the eyes are bright, and Changgeng thinks of double ducks.

The tail is like a meteor, the head is thirsty for black, and the mouth is sprayed with red light and sweat ditch Zhu.

When he was with the emperor, the Dragon crept along the heavenly thoroughfare, and the moon shone on the imperial capital.

Yiqi Lingling nine districts, Baibi mountain, who dares to sell.

Ziyan smiled back, but chueh'er generation was stupid. "

When Fang Yun read this poem, the sky was full of wind and clouds, and the white clouds gathered from all directions at an incredible speed. Then the white clouds settled, boiled and rolled, and finally condensed into an abnormal white horse. Its hair was like tiger patterns, its bones were like dragon wings, red light was emitted from its mouth, and the sweat at the horse's neck was like blood.

When the horse roared, the white clouds within a thousand miles were torn and dissipated.

When Fang Yun recited this ancient poem halfway, all the students in the literary circle held their breath. Even the Qingguo and guguo students who were hostile to Fang Yun were not half disrespectful. The purest heart of scholars in the bottom of their hearts kept them in the most basic awe of good poetry.

They still hate Fang Yun, but they can't hate good poetry.

"Farewell!"

Fang Yun turned over and rode on the tiger keel horse and said "drive" gently. He saw that the horse had four hoofs and red light all over. He rushed out at a speed more than five times faster than the feather turning horse, faster and faster.

However, in the blink of an eye, the horse's four hoofs stepped into the air and became a real flying horse.

"It is worthy of being Fang Zhenguo. This poem is divided into two paragraphs. In the first paragraph, the horse is like a tiger and a dragon, and the sound breaks the blue clouds. Even the towering Kunlun mountains can jump easily. In the morning, people brush their hair in Yanzhou, and in the evening, they have gone to Yuezhou to eat grass tens of thousands of miles away. Finally, they even write the horse like a flying dragon. In the second paragraph, the honor of the horse once shines on the capital of a country and surpasses the saint On all the horses in the Yuan Dynasty, even as many beautiful jade as mountains can't be bought. "

"This poem is good, has form and spirit, and has excellent rhetoric. So is the demon family god horse."

"This poem seems to have an ulterior motive. It seems to be saying that he can transport himself."

"Is that 'but juer generation is stupid' laughing at our stupidity?"

Many scholars in the Academy changed color slightly, and the sentence "but Jue er generation is stupid" immediately became extremely harsh.

Yan Yukong said with a smile, "not to mention Fang Yun, he will never laugh at us. Even if he laughs at us and calls us' Ziyan ', it is also a compliment. It is really a fool who takes his seat according to the number, but says that Ziyan is flattered."

Many Shangshe Jinshi heard that the color was relaxed. Ziyan was a famous horse, not sarcastic. Besides, Fang Yun didn't have to offend everyone so much.

Fang Yun knew that someone would make trouble before reading this poem, but he didn't change it, because this poem is actually Li Bai's self metaphor poem. In fact, the whole poem is divided into five paragraphs.

Fang Yun only recited the first two paragraphs of the original Tianma song, which wrote about the shape, spirit and achievements of the white horse. The third paragraph that he didn't recite was about the neglect of the horse, the fourth paragraph about the decline of the horse in his old age, and the fifth paragraph about the horse, hoping to get the help of benevolent people and use it again.

When Li Bai wrote this poem, he was pardoned on his way to exile. He thought that heaven and earth were new and he had the possibility of recovery.

Fang Yun once read this poem and thought of the sentence in Li Bai's famous poem "sleepwalking in heaven and singing goodbye" that "an Neng destroys his eyebrows and bows down to power, which makes me unhappy", sighing.

Li Bai has the highest talent, but he is not suitable for the deceitful official career. After Fang shipped to Shengyuan, he always reads Li Bai's poems and always thinks that with Li Bai's talent, he will never be suppressed by any bureaucrats and dignitaries in Shengyuan. He must go straight to the clouds all the way, and may become the first person to open up the five realms of war poetry.

So even if Fang Yun knew he would be misunderstood, he still sang those two poems to Li Bai and Xie Shixian.

Cui Wangang first said, "if you cross the plain, the square transportation must be the first!"

This time, no one refuted.

Yan Yukong smiled and said, "there is a peer genius who let us chase. Wonderful! Fast! There is no regret!"

Later, Yan Yukong recited poems, and the rest followed. For example, the eight immortals crossed the sea to show their magic powers. The poems turned into horses with different shapes. The horses galloped on the top of the plain, leaving flying dust.

"We can lose to Fang Yun, but the heart of the holy way will never yield!" one shouted.

"I wish to follow Fang Yun and strengthen my Terran family!"

"May the human race have a long peace and eternal prosperity!"

"Fang Yun, here we are! Drive!"

Countless people from all over the ten countries cheered.

Near the literary academies of Qingguo and Wuguo, which are opposite to Jingguo, many civilians smile and look at the scene on the light screen. They can't see the enemy's people far ahead, but only see the Terran Jinshi move forward bravely.

In the hearts of most civilians, even though there are countries, under the heavy pressure of demons and barbarians, they still hope that the Terran can turn over, even if the enemy can do it.

In the past, the voices of discord among countries have repeatedly appeared in the ten National Congress. Although the people of the ten countries are used to it, many people always feel sorry. Even at the beginning of the ten National Congress, there are signs of internal struggle.

However, after Fang Yun's unique skills crushed the heroes, Dabi changed from fighting openly and secretly to working together with one heart, and became a great situation in which one person was in front and everyone followed.

Even if this process may be very short, it will leave the brilliance of hope in everyone's heart.

The two hundred mile plain seemed far away, but Fang Yun rode on Tianma and passed in less than two quarters of an hour and came to the endless waters.

Fang Yun doesn't know whether it should be called a sea or a river, because even the Yangtze River is only a hundred miles wide, and the water area in front is definitely more than 200 miles. The next road in the water is farther than the previous plain.

As soon as Fang Yun got off his horse, he heard a voice.