The vulture pounces on the giant dragon, and the blood dragon bites with its teeth.
Golden blood overflowed from the dragon's body, the earth shifted, landslides and water surged.
There was a strength in Zhou Dagu that supported him, a scholar who did not enter the country, to write down what was in his mind.
The pen falls.
The golden words were reflected in the air, and the strange light turned Zhou Dagu's eyes into gold.
Zhou Wu sat aside blankly and looked at the young man in front of him. He had never seen his son look like this before: "He looks like a saint!"
Words were flying in the air, and even Mr. Zhao on the side was attracted by this vision: "What are you doing? You loser can write poetry?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. You are just the son of a military household. Why would you write poetry if you are a pariah!"
Zhou Wu picked up the stone on the ground and threw it at the head of Second Young Master Zhao: "My son is a scholar! He is not an untouchable."
Second Young Master Zhao dodged the stone and stared at him angrily: "Untouchables, you are all untouchables. I asked you to die, but how dare you not to die! A pair of untouchables!"
He was furious, and the vultures in the sky devoured the dragon's flesh and blood even more rapidly.
The vulture grew in size and flew towards the scaleless part of the dragon's body.
"Bang!" A golden barrier blocked its attack, and strange words appeared on the dragon's body.
Second Young Master Zhao looked down and saw words flying out from Zhou Dagu's side.
His hands couldn't stop shaking: "How is it possible that just one sentence is already a poem in Dafu?"
The literary world divides poetry into four realms: Chuxian, Dafu, Mingzhou, and Zhenguo.
The poems of Chuxian County contain their own talent, the poems of Dafu can evoke visions, the visions of Mingzhou can be realized, and the name of a country can control the destiny of a country.
The golden light flashed, and the line of poetry shone clearly.
The Second Young Master Zhao couldn't wait to recite it, and just said: "The country is broken by mountains and rivers, but the city is springy and has deep vegetation!"
Above the Great Wall of Mountain and Ink in the Two Boundaries, there is an eternal testimony.
No matter how many times the human race is captured and the country is broken, the mountains and rivers will always remain.
The human race guards the mountains and rivers, the homeland, and the city walls of the two realms.
Zhou Dagu picked up the pen again, and there was a vision when the pen fell.
It was early spring in Liangjie Mountain, and all the wild flowers and famous flowers bloomed completely in an instant, with drops of flower dew flowing out and falling on the ground.
The woods swayed and birds flew in the sky. Some weak birds picked up water drops on the ground and held them in their mouths. They flew high into the sky and the water drops fell.
Falling on the giant dragon, the scales that had disappeared on the dragon's body slowly grew back.
Second Young Master Zhao held on to the rock to support his body: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Why can talent come from a wild flower?"
He looked at the giant dragon in the sky, then looked at Zhou Dagu in the distance, and a sinister thought appeared in his mind.
"I am moved to tears by the flowers, and I hate that the other birds are frightened!"
This is a vision of heaven and earth.
Looking at the poetry composed of petals in mid-air, the Second Young Master Zhao felt evil and said: "Ah San, Ah Si, quickly enter the valley and kill him!"
The two people outside the valley heard his voice and hesitated.
Since the time of Confucius and Saints, people in Daying have always respected scholars. Do you want to kill a scholar who has written Mingzhou poems?
The two looked at each other and shook their heads.
Second Young Master Zhao was furious: "Even if he is talented, what can he do?"
"What if he is a Confucian scholar who can write poems to subjugate the country?"
"I am your young master, and my father is Prime Minister Zhao!"
"His father is just a humble soldier!"
"You have to think carefully. I, the Condor Talent, have already matured. I will break through to the third level today. If you don't kill him, I will kill your wives and daughters when we return to the capital. You will be the ones who die!"
"You take your orders, my lord, you take your orders!" Ah Si ran in from outside the valley, holding a spiked scimitar in his hand.
Looking at the scholar sitting on the ground: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, I have a family too!"
He took a step forward with trembling hands.
Zhou Dagu entered a strange world. When he entered the poem, he saw countless human phantoms standing on the mountains of the two realms.
It's a shadow, a trace left by history.
They are the victorious human race, and they are also the soldiers who cannot return home.
How many people have fought in ancient times?
These people, accompanied by the word victory, will stay in this cold and desolate Mountain of Two Worlds forever.
The knife was getting closer and closer, but Zhou Dagu didn't see it at all.
A figure stood up tremblingly and stood in front of Zhou Dagu, looking at Ah Si who walked in.
Zhou Wu raised his cowardly head: "My lord, you are a big shot, you are much stronger than me, I know, please go, please let my son go! Please!"
Ah Si hesitated, but held the knife firmly in his hand: "Brother, no, you survive, I'm going to die!"
"But if you kill us, will he let you live? He is a madman!" Zhou Wu pointed at the Second Young Master Zhao and roared: "You are a madman!"
"We are military households, soldiers guarding the city and the border. Why! Why did they take us out from the battlefield and let us die in the hands of our own people!"
Second Young Master Zhao mocked and said, "You are..."
"Shut up!" Zhou Wu shouted: "We are not untouchables, we are soldiers, protecting the human race and protecting the winning soldiers!"
Ah Si looked at Zhou Dagu and raised the long knife in his hand: "Sorry, after you get down, tell Yama who your enemy is. This matter has nothing to do with me...!"
Zhou Wu picked up a long knife with a black cloth wrapped around his hand. The long knife was tied to his hand: "My son, you do your job. Dad is here today. No one can get through it while dad is alive!"
Ah Si moved forward with his sword like the waves of the sea, his face constantly moving.
Zhou Wu was a member of the military. People in that era joined the army just to survive. The world was cold and cold. If someone in the family joined the army, they could learn a few military skills.
Zhou Wu is the eldest son, and the eldest son of a family always has to bear something. He is responsible for the life of the second child in his family. In order for the second child in the family to study well, he sacrificed half of his life.
Later, the second child, Zhou Wen, was admitted to Jinshi, but he was mostly a disloyal person in his studies. Zhou Wu understood that he would rarely have the opportunity to meet the second child in this life.
The knife is continuous, and he knows few moves, only the basic knife skills of wide opening and closing.
With one slash, the sword broke continuously, and Zhou Wu's arm went numb.
Ah Si said with a smile on his face: "Sure enough, there are people in the army who don't know the fighting skills in the world. How can they use all their strength in the first move!"
The Second Young Master Zhao shouted: "Don't talk nonsense with him, kill him!"
Ah Si no longer held back his hand, flew forward, and aimed a wind-breaking machete at Zhou Wu's head with the force of the wind.
Zhou Wu retreated, with a spear behind him blocking his waist. He broke through his defense and stabbed Ah Si across the neck.
Ah Zhou's body was full of blood and energy, and he used his strength to overwhelm the enemy.
The two retreated again, but this time Zhou Wu could no longer hold the knife in his hand.
He looked down at his shoulder, blood was pouring out, and half of his clothes were soaked.
Zhou Wu couldn't help but sit on the ground: "My dear, daddy is helpless!"
Ah Si smiled: "Master, don't worry, I will take the lives of these two thieves for you!"
The knife fell, but this time, there was no obstruction in front of Zhou Dagu.
