"The explanation of looking for the building is right. The dawn certainly refers to the coming of the virtual saint. It's not too much to say that it's our woman's poetic ancestor!"

"No man in the world could have imagined that Fang Xusheng's 15th handed down war poem was written for our women!"

"This poem cannot form the ancestor Baoguang, but it is definitely among the war poems. It is a kind of strange poem."

"With this poem, if the whole city escapes and the great Confucian Jinkou opens, we and other women will be more powerful and save countless people. It's a saint's means."

Fang Yun said, "don't be happy too early. This song" Ode to women "can only be used by Hanlin, and can only last for a few hours."

"A few hours is enough! At a critical juncture, it's enough for us to kill some demons!" Yang Xun said.

The other women nodded.

"Good!" Fang Yun was very pleased.

Yang xunlou stared at the table in front of Fang Yun and said, "your poem..."

"I'll write another one." Fang Yun smiled and wrote a new song "Ode to women" and handed it to Yang xunlou. Yang xunlou immediately asked people to put it away. He immediately asked the best mounting division in Kong City to mount it and hang it inside the women's club.

After that, Fang Yun continued to visit the farm.

When the sun was setting and it was almost dusk, thousands of women sent Fang out together.

Once again, Fang Yun stopped in front of the smashed front door.

Thousands of people stopped. The women thought Fang Yun was going to turn around and say goodbye. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun looked at the two truncated door frames and didn't speak for a long time.

The farm was silent and seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds.

Fang Yun said, "if the gate is smashed, you will have resentment and think of a comeback. If I expected it right, there should be some plaques or spare wood for building the gate in the warehouse of the farm?"

No one answered.

"I need an answer." Fang Yun's tone suddenly became severe.

Many women dare not go out. Although Fang Yun looks young, he really wants to get angry. Even the monarch of a country will be frightened.

Yang Xun said, "there are some inscribed plaques. After all, some vegetarian rooms need to hang plaques."

"Bring the best one." Fang Yun said.

"Hmm?" Yang xunlou didn't understand Fang Yun's intention, and the other women were a little confused. Today, such things happened frequently. He always felt that the virtual saint was very advanced in all aspects. Only when he explained it himself and explained the follow-up, people would understand his intention.

Su Xiaoxiao has been at Fang's house. She has adapted to Fang Yun's speaking style and hurriedly said, "go and get a big plaque."

When Su Xiaoxiao repeated, some women vaguely realized a possibility and burst out a light of joy in their eyes, but they were afraid of guessing wrong and pressed down the joy.

Several women in charge of the warehouse left quickly. Soon, the five returned with a black gold plaque, sweating and panting.

Fang Yun took a closer look. The wooden plaque that was not engraved was precious ebony, with clear texture and fine workmanship. It was very heavy. No wonder they were so tired.

The four Jinshi quickly walked over, raised the ebony plaque and walked towards Fangyun.

These Jinshi didn't quite understand Fang Yun's intention. If Fang Yun really wanted to write an inscription, he would leave it on the paper, and then the craftsman would rub the text on the plaque.

"Stop," Fang Yun said.

The four Jinshi didn't know, so they stopped where they were.

"Put it right." Fang Yun said.

Facing Fang Yun, the four stood the plaque upright and constantly adjusted the angle slightly.

Not long after, Fang Yun nodded and said, "I have benefited a lot from what I have seen and heard today. The action of women's society has made great contributions to the human race in the present and the future. If it dies prematurely, it will be a great loss to the human race. Today, I will correct the name of this place!"

Fang Yun opened his mouth slightly, and a golden light flew out of his mouth. The real dragon ancient sword came to the plaque in the blink of an eye.

Fang Yun seems to have returned to the first Hall of the Imperial Academy and engraved words on the ebony plaque with the real dragon ancient sword. It uses the Yan style that has never appeared in the Shengyuan continent, which is the font created by Yan Zhenqing, the four masters of regular script.

The real dragon ancient sword is like a pen hanging in the air, as well as bamboo carving knife, gold hook and silver painting. It is powerful, masculine and solemn. Each stroke seems to carry a great mission, and each stroke seems to experience the baptism of time.

Not only that, a trace of heaven and earth vitality was introduced into the strokes with the real dragon ancient sword as the medium. Under the action of Fang Yun's talent and dragon Qi, the notch even sent out a faint golden light.

The people present only felt that their eyes fell into that stroke and were completely attracted by the new font.

Not long ago, the word "women's Academy" appeared on the plaque.

Subsequently, Fang Yun wrote his signature below.

Finally, Fang Yun put away his words and a brand-new plaque appeared here.

Those scholars were all distracted and immersed in the world of trying to figure out the new font.

The women present were also distracted. They were not because of the new calligraphy font, but because of the four characters of women's Academy.

Looking at them, their eyes were full of tears, and some old women even burst into tears, because some of them saw their good sisters taken away by the temple and died.

The once destroyed plaque has seen the sun again. The four words that once turned pale when talking about a tiger have reappeared in the Shengyuan continent!

The shrill cries of those women seemed to echo in their ears.

Even Yang xunlou, who has always been famous for his strength, now has red eyes, lowered his head and gently wiped the corners of his eyes with his cuffs.

"Fang Xusheng, you..." Yang xunlou choked and couldn't speak.

Fang Yun said slowly, "today I will inform the holy academy that Fang Yun has opened a college outside Kong City, and it is a women's college, which only accepts women and is fully responsible by the women's society."

"However, the Academy was smashed once, and those radical people were afraid that they would smash the door with the documents of the temple."

"They dare not! The virtual holy ink can only be destroyed when it is voted by the holy courtyard and the saints twice in a row. A few days ago, even if it was rumored that I died in the blood world, the leftist party only dared to block my own couplet and dared not destroy it. Whoever dared to move these four words would force me to clean the world!" Fang Yun's voice was grand and powerful, which encouraged many women.

Those Jinshi were awakened by Fang Yun's words and looked at each other. They didn't understand why Fang Yun suddenly said such heavy words.

Those women didn't know, but these private soldiers of Jinshi knew that even for the left phase party, Fang Yun didn't say "clean the dirt of heaven and earth". Fang Yun said it here, which proved that it would not only protect the women's Academy, but also launch the most fierce counterattack.

The four Jinshi frowned and didn't understand Fang Yun's purpose. They believed that Fang Yun sympathized with these women and that Fang Yun had justice in his heart, but they didn't believe that Fang Yun did these things just because of sympathy and justice. There must be other good reasons.

The sanctuary.

As the center of the human race, the holy courtyard is always busy day and night.

Suddenly, all the great scholars and scholars were stunned for a moment as if they had been subjected to a moment of fixed body magic, and then looked at the direction of the East Saint Pavilion together.

In the East holy Pavilion, there seems to be a wave of holy power. The power is very small in perception, like a wisp of breeze, but the wisp of breeze can flatten the whole Shengyuan continent.

The wave of holy power is fleeting.

All the great scholars and scholars were sweating and soaked.

Those low literati looked at them in surprise and didn't know what had happened.

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