More than thirty Armored Ox carts carried over four hundred people along the direction in which the Demon Race had fled.
An Chengcai sat in Class One's Armored Ox cart, keeping his head lowered in silence, no one knowing what he was thinking.
Other than Nunu, who often glanced at him, everyone else attended to their own affairs.
Teacher Wang said, "Silently recite the Classics of the Sages and nourish your spirits, restore your vitality. Fang Yun, you still do not know War Poetry. Just remember to draw your bow and shoot arrows. With Magistrate He and General Chen, two Metropolitan Graduates, here, our poems are far inferior to theirs, so there is no need for you to act. If danger arises, use the Mountain Inkstone to escape. Your life is more important than all of ours put together. Do you understand?"
"I will obey everything Teacher says." Fang Yun did not try to show off. He could also hear the hidden meaning in Teacher Wang's words and did his best not to expose him.
An Chengcai raised his head and looked at Fang Yun. There was a trace of respect in his gaze, along with struggle.
Fang Yun closed his eyes and silently recited Mencius in his heart. Reciting the Classics of the Sages not only gathered Literary Qi, but also restored expended Literary Qi at a faster rate.
My Talent Like Water is no worse than that of a Provincial Graduate in terms of quality, but I fall far short in quantity. That is why I cannot compose War Poetry at the Provincial Graduate level. I wonder if there is some power that can increase my current Literary Qi.
Fang Yun searched through the Strange Book World and soon saw a line in an unofficial history: Supreme Literary