Li Changan and Annan sent Zhou Ziyu away from Dongyue.
Zhou Ziyu went north alone to Beiliang.
Ten Mile Pavilion outside the city,
"Brother Zhou, take care!" Li Changan and An Nan clasped their fists at Zhou Ziyu.
"Brother Li and Brother An, when I return in triumph, I will have a drink with you." Zhou Ziyu patted Li Changan and Annan heavily on the shoulders, and then left.
Beiliang is 50,000 miles away from Dongyue. Ordinary people may not be able to get there in three years.
Zhou Ziyu brought enough traveling talismans, and since he was a martial artist, it was easy for him to travel 700 miles a day, but it would still take him 60 to 70 days to reach Beiliang.
The light comes and goes for several months.
I don’t know how long this separation lasted.
What if another accident happens in Fengchuan...
"Go back." Annan watched Zhou Ziyu leave and said to Li Changan beside him.
"Yeah." Li Changan followed Annan and left Shiliting.
"Are you really not going to go?" Annan couldn't help but ask on the way back.
Li Changan nodded, "What can I do if I go? I can't really go there just to die, right?"
Annan looked up at the sky and said softly,
"There is a battlefield with a radius of three thousand miles, and the human and demon tribes are constantly sending combat power to this battlefield."
"This battle is an excellent opportunity for the Monster Clan to move south in a big way; for me, the Jin Dynasty, once it fails, the whole country may be in crisis."
"Both sides will never admit defeat easily, unless one side is completely broken from its foundation."
"This battle is bound to be protracted and may even last two or three years."
"You have this time..."
Li Changan was startled for a moment, then smiled, "Let's talk about it then. Maybe by the time I can go, Da Jin will have already won."
"For me right now, improving my strength is the most important thing."
With Jiang Lingyan by his side, his martial arts practice, especially his killing intent and sword intent, entered an unprecedented period of rapid improvement.
Every night in the dream, the murderous intention and the knife intention will move to a higher level.
Martial arts practice has even begun to catch up with literary practice.
In literary practice, in addition to continuing to accumulate literary spirit, the most important thing is to imprint the natal grammar.
Nowadays, Taibai Wenlu and Qinglian Wenlu have each successfully imprinted a natal grammar.
They are respectively "Black Clouds Overwhelm the City" and "Considering Death".
In the two literary palaces, there were two more large households consuming literary energy.
After the natal grammar is completely imprinted, it is like two whirlpools, swallowing up the literary energy in the two literary palaces to nourish itself.
This is also the reason why natal grammar can continue to improve.
If it were not for the sufficient literary spirit produced by the poetry Ming Yue and the Hua Ben Ming Yue, Li Changan's literary practice might even have stalled or even regressed.
Even so, Li Changan calculated the current situation and found that two pieces of writing paper could only imprint one more natal grammar at most.
Otherwise, literary practice will completely come to a standstill.
Only the literary spirit produced by the two rounds of poetry civilization can cultivate a natal grammar.
With such consumption, no wonder most people don’t even dare to touch it.
And when Li Changan was still in the early stage of the eighth grade, he was able to imprint the four major natal grammars. If it were spread, it would definitely cause a storm.
Along the way, the two of them were thinking about their own things.
Annan suddenly said, "Brother Li, what do you think of me going to Fengchuan?"
Li Changan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "How could Brother An have such an idea? Brother Zhou is a seventh-level martial artist, so he has some ability to protect himself."
"Brother An is still only an eighth-grade scribe..."
Even if Li Changan didn't say anything else, Annan knew what he was going to say.
Annan shook his head and smiled, "Let's wait and see..."
However, three days later,
The battle report returned from the battlefield of Fengchuan Three Thousand Miles made Dajin explode.
"How is that possible? That's a student from Kuijie. He has almost no opponents among his peers. How could he be defeated so miserably?"
"The martial arts leader He Ruzhong was defeated miserably, his arms were cut off, and his martial arts cultivation was completely ruined."
"If Jiang Zongqing, a great literary figure, had not taken action, I might not have been able to come back."
"Except for Kuijie students, more than two hundred seventh-grade scribes and warriors died in this encounter."
The first tragic defeat on the Fengchuan Three Thousand Miles battlefield was difficult for everyone to accept.
It ended in a disastrous defeat two days ago, but today it has been spread throughout the Jin Dynasty through the Wenchang Monument and the Wude Monument.
No matter where you go, everyone is talking about it.
The fighting on the three-thousand-mile battlefield affects the entire war situation, and its importance is self-evident.
A tragic defeat cast a dark cloud over everyone's mind.
"The demon race's physical talent is better than that of the human race. We really don't have the upper hand in a head-on fight."
"In terms of martial arts, the demon race is naturally stronger than the human race. The only way we can restore our disadvantage is with the help of martial arts."
"But below the sixth level, martial arts is obviously stronger than literary talent. The higher the realm, the stronger the literary talent."
"A seventh-grade scholar in the realm of benevolent, his writing is like a sword, and he can talk about military affairs on paper, so he barely has the capital to fight with martial arts."
"But the stronger the grammar, the greater the consumption of literary energy. How can he be like a martial artist? Not to mention the true energy of martial arts, he can survive for a long time just by fighting at close quarters with his physical body."
Judging from the entire northern battlefield, the fight between the human and demon clans is fairly balanced, with each winning or losing.
But that is based on the premise that high-level scribes participate in the war.
Especially starting from the fifth-grade scribes, grammar can cover thirty miles and can fly in the sky. Only when you reach this level can you truly compete with martial arts.
If a martial artist wants to walk in the sky, he can only truly fly after reaching the second-level Tianmight realm and communicating with the stars in the sky. Otherwise, he can only leap with his physical body.
Even if you can jump hundreds of feet, you will never be able to truly fly.
Literary arts and martial arts each have their own emphasis.
Overall, there is no doubt that low-level martial arts are strong.
The higher the grade, the stronger the advantages of literary education and the more methods.
Only after reaching the second level can the civil and martial arts return to the same level.
But now, the Fengchuan Three Thousand Miles Battlefield can only be entered by beings below the sixth level, so the disadvantage of the human race's master Wen Dao has been infinitely magnified.
"We need warriors, more warriors, otherwise the Jin Dynasty will definitely lose in this war!"
"Where do so many martial artists come from? Martial arts cultivation requires more resources than literary arts, and it is more difficult to improve. The future of martial arts is almost closed."
"Unless you don't have the talent for literature, who would take the path of a martial artist?"
"Are we going to accept such a disastrous defeat?"
The debate in the academy is getting louder and louder, and many students have already put on their war robes and asked the academy to fight.
In the first encounter, the human race was defeated miserably, while the demon race suffered no losses at all except for some low-level beast soldiers.
Such a result was unacceptable to all passionate people.
Even Li Changan's math homework was affected. All thirty students were weak during class, and everyone could feel the anger hidden in their hearts.
After class, Li Changan went to the back mountain of Zhushan and concentrated on practicing "Dragon Elephant Kung Fu" and archery as usual, and then practiced grammar.
The second natal grammar of Taibai Wenlu and Qinglian Wenlu has been determined.
They are Ice Blockage of the Yellow River and What Is Love.
Although he had no intention of leaving for Fengchuan for the time being, Li Changan put himself in the situation.
In case of fighting with monsters, you must have some grammar that can directly cause damage.
It's not impossible for black clouds to overwhelm the city, but I'm only at the eighth level, so I can't exert too much power.
Treating death as if you are at home can prevent you from being affected by the fear of death in desperate situations and unleash a power that exceeds 10% of your limit.
These two grammars cannot be used as conventional means.
When Ice Blocked Yellow River is at a low level, it can use the power of ice, and it can also be understood together with the ice-character sacred texts to complement each other.
What is love can mobilize the opponent's emotions and desires. During the fight, slight changes in the mood can affect the situation of the battle.
The third and fourth natal grammar can greatly enhance the immediate combat effectiveness.
While practicing, a figure appeared in the back mountain.
Li Changan felt something, and suddenly opened his eyes, and the murderous intention that had been completely transformed suddenly came out.
When you see that familiar white figure, quickly disperse it.
"Brother An...?"
Annan was shocked by Li Changan's murderous eyes.
What kind of killing intent is that?
"Brother Li, you..."
Annan's eyes were complicated. How long had it passed before this guy's murderous intention reached this level?
Killing intention? Or a higher level?
"Brother An, why did you come to see me?"
Li Changan walked out of the deep pool, revealing his refined and well-proportioned muscle lines.
It's not like those big guys with gnarled muscles, it lacks the feeling of heaviness due to the expansion of strength.
It looked very coordinated, but Annan could feel the powerful power contained in this body.
A blush flashed across Annan's delicate face, and then he turned his gaze to the deep pool, "Brother Li's cultivation speed is really amazing."
"The academy provides a lot. Every day there is dragon blood to nourish the body, as well as golden body liquid, ice marrow liquid and wood marrow liquid..."
Li Changan got dressed, sat casually on the railing of the pavilion and said with a smile, "I exchanged the dragon's blood for the opportunity to enter the Zhushan treasure house."
"It's not like the rest of Brother An doesn't know that he got it in exchange for a poem and the reward from the Dragon Gate Competition."
Annan nodded and followed suit, leaning on the railing. "With so many resources, even the children of a big family dare not use them like this. It's such a waste."
"Brother Li is going to use these treasures to push himself to the seventh level as soon as possible?"
"Absolutely." Li Changan shrugged, "Although the treasure is good and the potential is high, if there is no strength, everything is empty talk."
"It's better to turn it all into strength. Even if it's a bit of a waste, it's worth it."
Annan smiled and glanced at Li Changan, "If it's Brother Li, it's not a waste."
Li Changan looked at Annan and said nothing, waiting for Annan to speak.
If nothing really happened, Annan would not come here.
The smile on Annan's face slowly disappeared, and finally he sighed softly, "I..."
"Are you going to Fengchuan too?" Li Changan frowned slightly.