Old Man Baili recited the poem silently in his heart, closed his eyes, and fell into memories.
One hundred thousand soldiers went to the far south. Before each one left, they left a suicide note at home. They never thought they could return alive.
The two sides fought at Zhenling Pass for three days and three nights. As far as the eye could see, there was a river of blood and corpses all over the ground.
Before the soldiers in front died, in order to resist Garuda's charge with their flesh and blood, they inserted the blade of the knife into the soles of their feet, fixed their bodies on the ground, and turned into shields for the soldiers behind.
In this way, they went on and on, and finally drove Garuda back to Tianling Mountain.
The word "tragic" is no longer enough to describe the war situation at that time. What is the concept of returning less than a hundred soldiers from a hundred thousand soldiers?
The old man Baili held up the white scroll with the poem written on it and couldn't help but sigh: "At that time, if this poem had helped, why would so many people have died...
Boy, what is the name of this poem? "
Qin Feng pondered for a moment and replied: "Senior, you can choose the title of the poem."
"Okay, then this poem will be called "Zhenling Pass"!" As soon as he finished speaking, the old man Baili waved his sleeve, and the brush in Qin Feng's hand immediately slipped into the old man's hand.
I saw the old man writing and unwinding the scroll. The vigorous and powerful three characters Zhenlingguan, written at the beginning of the volume, were actually shining brightly!
At the same time, Qin Feng seemed to hear the roar of the soldiers fighting on the battlefield, with their armor and iron horses swallowing thousands of miles!
The white-haired old man looked at the white scroll and said with some regret: "The poem is a good poem, but it's a pity that the word "poetry"... Boy, you should practice calligraphy well after you go back."
End or end... Qin Feng's face froze and he didn't respond. In fact, the original owner had been studying for more than ten years and was good at calligraphy. However, he came through the soul, and it seemed that his body did not remember the calligraphy.
The old man Baili shook his head and sighed, while naturally rolling up the white scroll and trying to put it into his arms.
The original treasure of divine poetry has not appeared for a long time. This time, it can make a lot of money. Just when the old man was thinking like this, a white jade hand grabbed the other end of the white scroll.
"What to do?" The old man looked wary.
"This poem was written by him. Why did you put it away and bring it here?"
Qin Feng froze on the spot. Why did this scene seem so familiar?
"You girl, you took away the second couplet yesterday, but you still want this poem today? I won't give it to you!"
"It seems that you have forgotten that the Dragon Beard Pen is about to run out."
By the way, by the way, the same recipe, the same taste... Qin Feng was enjoying watching the show, but suddenly he thought of something and his face froze. Yesterday's second line and today's poem were clearly written by me. You two They argue over and over again, but it seems like they haven’t asked for my opinion?
"Miss Cang, senior, this poem seems to be me..."
"Poem, what poem?" Old Man Baili and Cang Feilan said in unison.
You guys are so shameless, so I will lose... Qin Feng clasped his fists and backed away.
"Nizi, how about I make a deal with you? As long as you give me this poem, from now on, you can come and leave whenever you want to Ting Yuxuan!"
Hearing this, Cang Feilan was silent for a moment, and finally chose to let go, which was somewhat unexpected by Qin Feng.
The old man Baili finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then carefully put the white scroll into his arms.
Everything was settled, Qin Feng couldn't wait to enter the attic to read books and accumulate literary knowledge.
He had just met a ghost cultivator. If Miss Cang hadn't been guarding him, he would have died.
Moreover, the ghost correction was coming towards him. Although he didn’t know what the other party’s purpose was, who could guarantee that if he escaped this time, they wouldn’t come a second time or a third time?
Right now, only improving your own strength is the top priority!
"When entering the attic this time, we must find a way to break through to the ninth level of the Literary Saint. In this way, we can at least use the Haotian Mirror and have a glimmer of self-protection ability." Qin Feng thought like this and raised his feet to step into the attic.
At this time, Old Man Baili suddenly said: "Boy, I think you have some talent. Do you want to enter Haowen Academy in Fengtian City for further study?"
Cang Feilan paused when he heard this.
"Haowen Academy?" Qin Feng bowed his head, saying that within the Great Qian, the one who has mastered the unity of the Holy Way of Literature must belong to Haowen Academy in the imperial capital.
According to legend, Haowen Academy contains many insights into the orthodoxy of the literary sage, as well as the unique knowledge of the literary sage. It is a holy place that scholars all over the world yearn for.
And the Tianjian Imperial Master who founded Haowen Academy is the only one in history who has stepped into the second rank of Wen Sage.
"Senior, is there any way to let me in?"
"Of course there is."
Qin Feng expressed his calmness, but he was shocked in his heart. A simple understatement could allow him to enter the holy land that scholars yearn for. The identity of this bad old man may be more terrifying than he originally thought.
but......
"No need, I'm fine staying here."
"You brat, do you know what Haowen Academy means to scholars, that you have to miss this opportunity?"
"The top Wen Sheng Taoists in Da Qian are all in Haowen Academy, so I naturally know their value."
"Then you return it?"
Qin Feng solemnly said: "There are people in Jinyang City that I care about, and I don't want to leave them. What's more, as long as you have the world in mind, where can't you study?"
Of course, the more important reason is that the water in the imperial capital is too deep, and my father moved his family just to protect himself and the Qin family.
If you go back now, wouldn't you be throwing yourself into a trap? Even if you really want to enter Haowen Academy, you have to wait until your strength improves, otherwise you will be too passive if you treat others as slaves and others as fish and meat...
"Okay! You have a world-wide mind, and you can study anywhere. I underestimated you." Old Man Baili lay back on the wicker chair again, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and said no more.
"Miss Cang, what are you doing here, why don't you go in?" Qin Feng asked curiously as he passed by Cang Feilan.
The latter glanced lightly and stepped into the attic. However, the outline of the lips printed under the black scarf seemed to be slightly floating.
Qin Feng followed closely and once again saw the books in his eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly. This time, he vowed not to leave until he entered the ninth level!
Not long after the two entered Tingyuxuan, a middle-aged man wearing patchwork clothes and a broken leg passed by on crutches.
The scars on the broken leg were obviously burns, and all the flesh and blood were necrotic. The wounds were so hideous that it made one's scalp numb just by looking at them.
Various horrific scars can also be seen on the arms exposed by the sleeves. It is difficult to imagine what this person has gone through to become what he is today.
The middle-aged man handed out the wine bottle in his hand: "Old man, your wine."
Old Man Baili took the jug, opened it and took a sip, and couldn't help but praise: "Your Lao Li's wine still smells good, unlike other wines, which taste like water. Here, this is the money for the wine."
A bunch of copper coins, thirty coins.
"More." The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows.
"The extra lunch is your errand fee. Remember, we will deliver the wine at the same time tomorrow."
"Isn't it true that the old man's legs and feet are not strong enough? He is so lazy." The middle-aged man snorted, stuffed the copper coins into his arms, and limped away.
Old Man Baili looked at the other person's leaving figure, then opened the wine bottle and raised his head, exhaling a long breath and sighing: "This wine is really damn strong..."
Bai Juan in his arms hugged him tighter.
...
At night, the moonlight is like water, Fengtian City, Liu Family, Fuguogongfu.
In the cold courtyard, the clouds and mist covered the moon, and it was lonely and lightless.
Vaguely, there was a woman in white sitting there.
Next to her, there was a woman wearing blue clothes, holding a sword in her hand and carrying a sword case on her back.
"Miss, Emperor Ming granted the marriage this morning, and Mr. Liu is already making preparations for it."
"Um."
"Miss, are you really going to Jinyang City to marry the eldest son of a third-class auxiliary general?" The woman in blue sounded excited.
"Um."
"Miss, your injuries may still be..." As the words came to her lips, the woman in blue couldn't bear to say any more.
For desperate people, any hope that is out of reach is cruel. Perhaps Master Liu also understood this, so he made up his mind to ask the emperor to grant a marriage and let the lady go to a remote place to enjoy the rest of her life.
The clouds break and the moon rises, and the bright moonlight shines on the body of the woman in white. Her skin is like snow, her green hair is like a waterfall, and her beautiful face is breathtaking, like a fairy descending to earth.
It's a pity that this woman's face is as cold as ice, and her eyes are like a pool of stagnant water.
Looking down, he saw that the woman was sitting on a wheelchair instead of a stone bench.
She is Liu Jianli of the Liu family.
