"This is……"
"Demon corpse?"
Xu Wang squinted his eyes slightly to see the situation clearly, then immediately turned around and spoke loudly to the people behind him.
"Evacuate immediately! These monsters may be contaminated with demonic causes!"
"Release the Suzaku Order and order Zhuque Pass to immediately mobilize troops to prepare for war!"
Xu Wang shouted loudly, and the soldiers who were taking stock of the surrounding situation suddenly stopped. The next moment, they were led by two scholar lieutenants and headed towards the Great Wall of Baoshan.
And someone has already released the sounding arrow. The sounding arrow exploded in the air, and a fiery red light flashed past. There was an immediate response from the Baoshan Great Wall in the distance.
Xu Wang had already grabbed the soldier next to him, his strength surged under his feet, and he suddenly headed towards the Great Wall.
A scholarly lieutenant rushed forward and gasped.
"Boss, is he really a demon?"
Xu Wang glanced at the other party and nodded solemnly, remembering the scene he encountered when he defended the Great Wall for the first time after entering the realm of scholar.
That time, it was the number one scholar in the city who wrote a blazing essay, which I heard boosted the luck of the literary dynasty.
It was also at that time that it was raining continuously in Chang'an. It rained heavily for several days, and monsters appeared on the land outside the city.
I can never forget that when I first met those guys, they were all ferocious monsters with sticky flesh, but each one of them had amazing fighting power.
Similarly, there is also a long green light flashing in their eyes.
At that time, these guys were called demonic corpses, demonic corpses.
In order to eliminate these guys, countless brothers died on the Baoshan Great Wall, and even the powerful literati in the city were injured.
That time, His Majesty personally went out to fight with countless monsters in deep space, and paid a heavy price to keep Chang'an stable.
From that time on, such a legend spread in Chang'an.
Will try, the devil will move.
This is the time when humans are fighting for their lives.
And this time, it's here again.
Xu Wang quickly moved forward in the direction of Zhuque Pass, and from time to time he picked up a few lagging soldiers to speed up. At this time, there were thunderous sounds in the sky.
Only two fiery red lights were seen falling into the Baoshan Great Wall.
Xu Wang didn't know what was going on, but suddenly he heard a wolf howl in his ears.
The long voice made people feel goosebumps all over their body instantly.
Xu Wang looked back and saw that green light spot appeared again in the snowy wilderness.
And the sky has also dimmed.
Zhuque Pass was just ahead, Xu Wang shouted loudly.
"Lieutenant Xiucai and my queen will enter the pass immediately and try our best to resist!"
As he finished speaking, he saw streaks of fire shooting out from the Great Wall behind him, and each fireball fiercely hit the distance.
The war machine of Baoshan Great Wall began to exert its power.
Xu Wang knew that a fierce battle was coming.
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"Be presumptuous, the demons think I have no human race!"
In the imperial city, Li Ao, who was having dinner, saw two bachelors who had just returned.
They were the ones who went out to deliver the message for Li Ao this time, but now they came back injured and brought back a shocking news.
The demon clan did not accept the proposal and insisted on handing over the article that touched their fate. And this time, the big demon from the northwest demon country actually united with the east sea demon country!
After some disagreements, several big demons took action brazenly.
He looked like he was about to tear himself apart.
"Your Majesty, this matter is no longer a trivial matter. It may be related to the fact that the war in southern Xinjiang has not been fruitful for a long time. What should we do?"
An adult said in a deep voice, but Li Ao breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand.
"Everyone, please come here. If there is really no room for change in this matter, then we can only fight to the end!"
"Your Majesty, is there any change in the situation outside the city now? Information has just been received that a large number of corpse demons have appeared outside the Baoshan Great Wall. They can also spread demon miasma on their bodies, which is a serious problem for us in Chang'an!"
"Send Hanlin scholars to fight, and the Great Wall of Baoshan will be safe!"
But then Li Ao said something again.
"If there are no demons above the Hanlin realm outside the city, we should not attack rashly. This matter is not good for us now. If the east and west attack, we will only fall into a more passive situation."
Everyone nodded, and the lights in the palace were turned on, but unexpectedly it cast a gloomy atmosphere.
…
The evening of the seventh day arrived, but Song Mu was still meditating on what he should write next.
Just now, he felt a little inexplicably irritable, but Song Mu immediately adjusted it and looked at the paper in front of him again.
In this way, Spring and Summer has been written, and the poems have been completed. What is still left is the songs.
What should I use to write this autumn?
Song Mu was thinking in his mind. At this moment, there was a sound outside. Several soldiers were changing their posts in the wind and snow. A large amount of snow accumulated in the examination room outside the examination room.
In the past two days, the wind and snow seemed to have become more serious.
Occasionally, there is a shock among the literary stars on the altar, which is that the literati wrote good poems and songs.
Song Mu sighed slightly and looked at the paper in front of him.
After a while, Song Mu decided to put pen to paper and made a choice in his heart.
Since I am writing about autumn, it should be beneficial to literati, so what I want to write about is not just about the coldness of autumn, but about the ups and downs in the trough.
After thinking for a long time, Song Mu's heart moved and he immediately started writing.
"While studying at night, I heard a sound coming from the southwest. I was frightened and stopped, saying: "What a strange thing! ""
"At first the pattering begins with a rustling sound, then suddenly rushes and then bangs. When the waves hit the waves, you are frightened at night, and the wind and rain come suddenly. They melt into things, clanking, clanking, and the sound of gold and iron. It is also like soldiers going to the enemy, holding coins in their hands and running away without hearing orders. , but I heard the sound of people and horses..."
After finishing this first sentence, Song Mu seemed to finally feel at ease. He could feel that the mysterious state was being quickly regained. Song Mu looked happy and his writing speeded up.
"...the mist and clouds are gathered together, and the appearance is clear and bright; the sky is high and the sun is crystal clear, the air is chilly, biting the bones and muscles; the mood is depressed. The mountains and rivers are lonely..."
"... Fuqiu is also a punishment officer, and it is Yin at the time; it is also a military elephant, and gold is used in action. This refers to the loyalty of heaven and earth, which is always based on killing..."
Ouyang Xiu's "Ode to Autumn" instantly appeared on the paper, and there were waves of literary fluctuations on the answer sheet, and among the fluctuations, more of a mysterious feeling slowly spread out.
This article was originally written by Ouyang Xiu in his later years. It means being indifferent to fame and wealth and not caring about the complexity of worldly affairs. The emotion of lamenting the world gradually began to spread with the "Autumn of Sound" and "Autumn of Silence".
In a situation that Song Mu did not understand, the power of thought in Song Mu's mind had been mobilized at this moment, and at this moment it was slowly connected with the artistic conception of this poem.
And when Song Mu was writing down bit by bit.
The surrounding situation actually changed accordingly.
The Wenxing on the altar began to vibrate violently at this moment. What was even more surprising was when the light spread out in ripples in all directions.
Suddenly, it violently disintegrated in the air and turned into dots of light falling, causing many people to exclaim in surprise.
At this moment, Song Mu was already immersed in the artistic conception of this poem.
The sound of wind, waves, gold and iron, marching, various angles, described from far to near, the color, appearance, atmosphere and meaning of autumn are also unfolded accordingly.
A sense of chill suddenly surged up, and the surrounding environment immediately changed. The heavy snow seemed to dissipate, and in the light and shadow, the surrounding wind and snow scenery changed slightly.
Outside the Gongyuan, the people saw a different scene. In the surrounding scenery with heavy snowfall, there was a faint sound of fighting at this moment.
The sudden feeling of desolation in autumn suddenly came to everyone's heart without knowing when.
"Vision?"
"Is this a vision?"
Some people immediately shouted, but even more people suddenly frowned, exhaled a long breath, and then murmured.
"Why do I feel a little sad in my heart?"
Everyone was surprised and were immediately infected by this.
At the same time, Yan Fu, who was in the attic of Gongyuan, put down his cup and walked quickly to the window. He looked at the scene that was half blended with the real environment, and then frowned fiercely.
"How did it unfold into a foreign realm?"
"This strange environment? It actually affects people's mentality?"
As he said this, Lord Gongyuan rushed in and spoke anxiously.
"Sir, do you want to take action? This strange situation may cause some bad situations."
Yan Fu was about to nod his head, but suddenly he noticed something wrong in this strange environment.
"Wait, why do I feel that there is something unusual about this suddenly?"
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