35: C35 The Correct Way to Open a Healing Poem

C35 The Correct Way to Open a Healing Poem

"Teacher, this poem seems to be wrong."

The voice in the air came from behind Ye Xun.

Although he had never cultivated confucianism and taoism before.

After all, he had received nine years of compulsory education.

He could still spend his time reading and understanding.

Thus, he also noticed the problem.

Ye Xun turned around and nodded at him.

"You are right."

"This is a classic healing style battle poem."

"Using a Healer poem as a Fire poem, really..."

At this point, Ye Xun stopped and did not say the words' beyond foolish '.

However, Bu Guan, Luan Jiao, Faang Yang and Principal Mei Mao who were not far away heard his words clearly.

At this moment, Bu Guan and the others all had stunned expressions on their faces.

Ah, this?

This was a healing poem?

Oh my god, is there something wrong with my ears?

Or is it that Teacher Ye Xun is so unconventional and intentionally deviates from the norm?

For thousands of years, didn't everyone use this poem as a fire poem?

Bu Guan and the others were stunned.

However, perhaps it was because Ye Xun's words had affected them.

After pondering for a while, they all gradually tasted something.

This poem was probably a healing poem!

However, why did the confucianism and taoism sages, who had lived for thousands of years, not realize this?

"The eighth volume of the War Poetry Evaluation, page 132, line 6."

"There are clear records!"

"The one who wrote the poem 'Send off the Ancient Grasses of the Ancient Stem' is not a fire-style poem, but a healing poem!"

"' The Ancient Poetry - Poetry Page ', 78th page. On the eleventh line, there was another record. In the 32nd year of Baoyue, Confucianist Lu Wencheng recorded poems of the world. Due to a mistake in classification, he mistakenly categorized the Healing Poetry, Discourse to the Ancient Grasses, into a Fire Poem... "

Ye Xun's melodious voice was unhurriedly transmitted over.

Bu Guan, Luan Jiao, Faang Yang, and Mei Mao were all tongue-tied when they heard this.

Oh my god!

What kind of memory is this?

To be able to say out every page and line of these classics?

Putting aside whether the content was real or fake, even if it was just this one move, it could still scare people until they were stunned.

"Teacher Ye is really knowledgeable and talented."

Mei Mao put on a flattering smile on his face and said to Ye Xun as if he was trying to please him.

The other three did not say anything, but they looked at Ye Xun with admiration.

Even Bu Guan was no exception.

Back then, Bu Guan's main cultivation was confucianism and taoism.

However, it was because he was still unable to break through in the aspect of the confucianism and taoism.

This was why he also cultivated in the Martial Path.

Bu Guan had always been proud of himself for being proficient in the confucianism and taoism and the Martial Path.

But now, his pride had been smashed into pieces by Ye Xun.

Compared to a freak like Ye Xun,

no wonder he, Bu Guan, didn't have any decent achievements in his main cultivation of confucianism and taoism.

"Let's watch the competition."

Ye Xun said with a faint smile.

Hearing this, Mei Mao shut his mouth in embarrassment.

The other three also stopped talking and looked at the ring.

At this moment, on the ring.

The flames released by Han Xujie had completely ignited.

It blotted out the sky and covered the earth. Its momentum was huge, and it looked very frightening.

"Is what Ye Xun said true?"

"This piece of grass, is it a healing poem? Not a fire poem?"

Seeing the intensity of the fire, Bu Guan couldn't help but doubt it.

Such a terrifying flame, could it not be considered a fire poem?

At this moment, Jee Xi, who had been motionless the whole time, suddenly pulled her hand out from her back.

She flicked her sleeve, revealing her slender fingers.

In the next moment, she flicked her finger at the flame.

Boom!

A strong gust of wind swept out.

In the blink of an eye, the strong wind turned into a hurricane, sweeping forward as easily as crushing dry weeds.

The flames that filled the sky were instantly blown back.

Obviously, Han Xujie didn't expect this to happen.

He was instantly dumbfounded.

It was a pity that this guy's talent wasn't bad.

However, after being taught by Bu Guan for three years, he had pretty much become a bookworm.

For a moment, how could he react?

He could only watch helplessly as the fire enveloped him!

"Ah..."

Miserable screams came from the fire.

The teachers and students below the stage could only vaguely see Han Xujie turning into a person on fire, rolling and struggling in the fire.

They were all stunned.

It was over, someone was going to die.

"No..."

Bu Guan's eyes turned red, and he felt like he was going to explode.

This was the flesh of his heart, his little jacket!

On the Yellow Level Class's side.

Ye Xun frowned.

A soft shout came from his mouth.

"Stop!"

"Extinguish!!"

Just two words.

The raging flames instantly stopped spreading.

Following this, it was extinguished at a shocking speed.

A few breaths later, the flames on the arena completely disappeared.

Han Xujie's figure also appeared.

However, at this moment, Han Xujie had clearly been burned badly.

He was in a coma.

Seeing Han Xujie's miserable state, the students of each class all revealed sorrowful and sympathetic expressions.

A few students who had a good relationship with Han Xujie even glared at Jee Xi on the ring. Their anger was obvious.

Bu Guan clenched his fists tightly, staring at the unconscious Han Xujie, his teeth grinding until they made gurgling sounds.

Luan Jiao and Faang Yang, who were beside him, first looked at Han Xujie, then turned around and patted Bu Guan. They sighed.

"Teacher Bu... My condolences."

With their eyesight, they could naturally tell that Han Xujie could not be saved.

They all knew that the relationship between Bu Guan, Han Xujie, Duan Minghao, and Jia Rensong was extremely deep.

Especially Han Xujie, he was the true heart of Bu Guan.

This was a disciple he had personally found from the people, and he had personally taught him for three years!

He heard Luan Jiao and Faang Yang's words.

Bu Guan seemed to be unable to hold it in anymore. His lips began to tremble slightly and tears kept rolling in his eyes.

He tried his best to hold it in, but how could he hold it in?

Two streams of tears fell from his old face.

No matter how greedy, shameless, and immoral Bu Guan was, no matter how he was!

However, his relationship with Han Xujie as a master and disciple was true. There was no exaggeration to it.

Tears streamed down his face, and he choked silently.

It made people feel sad when they looked at him.

Ye Xun silently looked at Bu Guan.

After that, he let out an almost inaudible sigh.

In the next moment, a clear voice came out of his mouth.

"The grass of the Liyuan Plain. One year old and withered."

"The wild fire never ends, the spring wind breezes and grows again..."

What he was chanting was the battle poem that Han Xujie had just used - The ancient grass of the plains send you off.

However, it was different from when Han Xujie was chanting. Ye Xun's speed of speaking was extremely fast.

The first three poems were almost finished in a second.

However, when it came to the last sentence, "spring breezes and grows again,"

His speed of speech suddenly slowed down.

When he was chanting this sentence, he almost stopped every word.

Every word had a strange rhythm to it. It sounded like it was moving up and down, and it was indescribably pleasant to the ear.

After chanting the complete poem, Ye Xun waved his sleeve and spat out the word go.

"Go!"

As his voice fell, a majestic spiritual energy instantly appeared above the arena!

Immediately after, the spirit energy turned into sweet dew and scattered down!2

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