Chapter 1418

Fang Yun smiled and said, "that Fang will make a fool of himself. It's just a poem. How can it be spread out?"

"Husband!" Yang Yuhuan hurriedly reminded, and the other women looked at Fang Yun with concern, hoping that Fang Yun would not be angry.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "I not only want to write poetry, but also let my private soldiers write an article to the editorial and review court of Wen Bao to record my visit to the women's society."

"Fang Xusheng, if you do so, I'm afraid you'll have to take a big risk." Yang xunlou frowned.

"So what? As long as it is beneficial to the Terran, I will try my best to do it." Fang Yun doesn't care.

Anyone who is one step ahead of the world may be regarded as a madman, but he will gain a lot in the end.

"You are fighting against all the scholars. Even if you are an empty saint, you may lose your status." Yang xunlou was afraid that Fang Yun would make an irreparable mistake.

"I'm an old-fashioned scholar," Fang Yun corrected. "When I went to Ning'an County, I told my people that I didn't want to be a good official loved by bureaucrats when I came to Ning'an! Similarly, I didn't want to be a virtual Saint loved by all scholars when I came to the Holy courtyard!"

"You..." Yang xunlou looked at Fang Yun and couldn't speak.

The rest of the women looked at Fang Yun and suddenly understood why so many civilians liked this man. They just heard that Ji Zhibai wanted to eliminate the influence of Fang Yun, which led to 90% of the young people in Ning'an attacking the county government with weapons. They also suddenly understood why Fang Yun cheered up and tens of thousands of scholars were willing to go to Ning'an and go to the north.

Some people may not need Fang Yun, but Terrans do.

Fang Yun glanced at the crowd and said with a smile, "you think this matter too seriously. In other words, the real people with lofty ideals of the Terran have vaguely judged some signs, but they can't do anything. Once someone stands up, things will become clear. Born a Terran and ranked as a virtual saint, Fang should stand up at this moment, that's all."

Su Xiaoxiao whispered, "you can't even do semi saint, but..."

"If I make a mistake, change a holy way. If half saint is wrong, it means that the overall strength of the Terran will be reduced by nearly 10%. I know that some of you hate half saint in your heart, but they can't be wrong." Fang Yun sighed lightly. Since becoming the Lord of blood awn and being mistaken for death, he vaguely understood some actions of half saint.

If you take a wrong step over hundreds of millions of people, you will fall into an endless abyss together with hundreds of millions of people.

Many women bowed their heads slightly. I don't know whether they don't want to offend semi saint or whether they are convinced by what the other party said.

"Line up! Ask Fang Xusheng to review the women students!" Yang xunlou's voice sounded.

All the women in the school field immediately gathered in quick steps, neat and uniform, and moved neatly. Although they were not as good as the elite soldiers in the army, they were no less than the ordinary government army and county army.

Fang Yun nodded gently.

Yang xunlou asked, "wait a minute. I'll find someone to get pen and ink."

"Don't bother, I have everything here." Fang Yun said. There was a light outside the swallow seashell. A table appeared in front of him, on which the inkstone Turtle was on.

The inkstone turtle looked around and showed her curiosity. The little ink woman was a little afraid of life and didn't dare to come out until Fang Yun's fog butterfly flew over the inkstone turtle. The little witch quietly showed her head and looked around secretly.

All the women present heard that Fang Yun had three kinds of strange things in heaven and earth: inkstone turtle, ink woman and fog butterfly. They were envious and curious and stared at the three strange things.

The inkstone turtle looked up proudly and crawled slowly on the table with four legs. He didn't pay attention to many beautiful women at all.

Nu Nu jumped onto the table from Yang Yuhuan's arms, stretched out her small claws and pressed the inkstone turtle's head. She looked down majestically, as if she were telling the truth. Don't make trouble.

Inkstone turtle looked at the slave wrongfully, as if he was bullying me.

Mo NV Snickers.

The women nearby didn't expect to be so interesting. Several little girls even giggled.

The desk was complete with ink, paper and inkstone. Fang Yun wanted to use ordinary ink, but he thought that this was his first time to write poetry for the women's society. He needed to be more solemn, so he took out a university scholar's Wenbao pen, dipped it in the ink of the inkstone turtle, and chose a piece of rice paper for the king's country.

Thinking for a moment, Fang Yun picked up his pen to write.

Valiantly holding a knife and gun,

The dawn first shines on the drill ground.

How wonderful the Chinese people are,

They love arms more than they love attire.

The women here are familiar with poetry. When they see the last sentence, they can't help but applaud the case. The sentence "do not love red makeup, love armed forces" is simply the finishing touch, which accurately interprets all the actions of women in the women's society and their dreams.

This kind of precise poetry has always been loved by scholars of all dynasties. It is often simple but meaningful, simple but sincere.

The women present also wrote poems on weekdays to show their aspirations, but today they saw the sentence "don't love red makeup and love armed", and then they understood what is the finishing touch and what is magic in the ordinary.

The word "Qizhi" highly praised the behavior of "don't love red makeup and love armed". This is the empty saint's attitude, which moved many women.

However, these women had no time to think about it. When the whole poem was finished, they saw Baoguang appear on the paper.

The people were stunned. They didn't expect Fang Yun to make a war poem,

At the same time, two strange cries came from the sky, a dragon roar and a phoenix sing.

Finally, the complete Baoguang appeared on the page, and there was a legendary Baoguang, which means that as long as it is a Hanlin, you can learn and use this first battle poem.

The people were puzzled, because this poem should be written in the early morning sunshine. Women practice with knives and guns on the school field. It is just training rather than fighting. It has no intention of killing and cutting, and it is not very like the poem of protective war.

People's thoughts flashed away and saw the pages burning.

The page carrying this poem turned into a small Firebird, like the legendary Phoenix.

The Phoenix looked up and cried, then exploded with a bang, forming a ring of red light, sweeping the school field and affecting everyone.

Many people instinctively step back or block with their arms, but then a strange scene appeared on the school field.

Every woman present gave off a very light red light, and there was a small Phoenix sign on her neck.

"What's going on..."

"It seems that the sword shield has become lighter. No, it's my strength that has become stronger."

"I was very tired just now. Now I seem to have endless power."

These women felt the power of war poetry for the first time.

Fang Yun and the four Jinshi private soldiers looked at each other, because their five men had no red light and were completely unaffected by this new war poem.

"Can this first battle poem only strengthen women?" a Jinshi asked softly.

Yang xunlou suddenly said, "I understand that the so-called 'first light of dawn' is not the sunshine in the morning, but Fang Xusheng has brought light to the women's society. The power of this first battle poem is close to the battle poem, not attacking and killing, but encouraging. It specially strengthens our women's bodies and makes our strength catch up with men!"

"God, this is the first war poem written by the Terran for a woman!" a woman shouted.

"Since there has never been one, didn't Fang Xusheng create another war poem and become the ancestor of two poems?"

"No, there is no ancestor Baoguang in this first war poem. It should still be included in the expedition poem."

"In our hearts, Fang Xusheng is the poetic ancestor of women's war poetry!"

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