The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 34 Loyal bones are buried everywhere in Qingshan, so why return them wrapped in horse leather!

"When you draw your bow, you should draw it with strength, and when you use arrows, you should use long arrows."

"To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first."

"There is a limit to killing people, and every country has its own borders."

"If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more people?"

This poem almost set the entire Canghai Tower on fire.

And this is the first complete poem that Song Lanyi "learned" from.

In Daqian territory, although literati say that poetry is a small way, classics and meanings are the main way.

But not everyone is qualified to relate to the meaning of scripture.

But poetry is different.

It ranges from limericks to poems with neat rhythms, and almost everyone can participate.

To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first.

It seems to be a simple and concise sentence, but it is full of charm and rationality.

In fact, later generations of Huang Sheng also said that this poem "is like a ballad and a proverb, and the most wonderful place in Yuefu".

The precious light of the poem first shone out slightly from Song Lanyi's body, and then the light became stronger. Then, from the outside, the entire Canghai Tower was submerged by a burst of precious light.

Then, a phantom appeared in the sky above Canghai Tower. A cavalryman, riding a red rabbit horse with a red tassel on his head. The red rabbit body was covered with armor and flying feathers on his head appeared. He narrowed his eyes slightly and condensed an arrow as high as a person in his hand. Ya, shouted loudly: "Someone is coming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an arrow shaped like a spear shot into the Canghai Tower.

Hearing this cry, the demon clan in Canghai Tower and even the entire Qingwu City were shocked.

Poems turn into images, and images turn into sounds!

This is Mingzhou poetry!

The poems were divided into counties, Dafu, Mingzhou, and towns, and were spread all over the world.

It doesn’t matter if you control the country, let alone spread it to the world.

Mingzhou poetry alone is already the best among the best. After several months of publication, maybe only one Mingzhou poetry is published.

The power of this poem has far exceeded the level that Song Lanyi should have at the eighth level.

Just because this is a complete poem, approved by heaven, the talent is infused into the body, and it has the added power of reciting it for the first time.

Mingzhou poetry is far more than that.

The Hongying Hussar on Canghai Tower shouted loudly. The sound first echoed around Canghai Tower, and then quickly spread to the surroundings.

——Qingwu City.

——Dingyuan City.

——Until Shuobei, Zhongzhou, Nanman, Shangjing...

Every city wall is garrisoned, every house is lit, and every place where the light shines, people involuntarily raise their heads and look at the phantom of the red tasseled armor in mid-air, and a loud clear sound echoes in the sky. .

On the city wall, the smoke was burning without fire, and the entire land of the dynasty seemed to be set alight by the smoke at this moment.

Seal the wolf to live in Xu, and drink from the vast sea of ​​horses!

Amidst the sound of clear scolding, the Emperor of the Dynasty saw a man in golden uniform sitting in the square red-walled palace, looking up at the shadow in the sky, with a smile on his lips, "Mingzhou Poetry, Talent comes from heaven, and talent is injected into every state in Daqian. This is the blessing of Daqian."

After saying that, he sighed slightly, "It's a pity that if things are like today, why worry about not having enough talent to start the women's imperial examination?"

A chamberlain standing next to him stood up and stepped forward, speaking in a timely manner to comfort him, "Your Majesty, you also said that the publication of Mingzhou poetry is a blessing to Daqian. If this blessing occurs every day, can it still be called a blessing? ?”

Emperor Amaterasu glanced at the chamberlain and chuckled, "You old guy is always good at fooling me."

The chamberlain laughed, but said nothing more.

Because he knew that His Majesty's mood had improved at this time.

Emperor Amaterasu was standing on the second floor of the palace, leaning on the railing and looking. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind, like the faint feelings among strong men.

He frowned in thought and murmured to himself, "This movement...couldn't it be related to that evil barrier?"

While going to Beijing.

Yang Mansion.

At this time, the air was filled with talents and visions appeared one after another, attracting the attention of the whole capital.

Even Mr. Yang Ge, who lives in the mansion, is no exception.

He held the "Book of Changes" in his hand and stared deeply into the sky, as if he wanted to look through this vision to the thirty-third heaven in the distant sky.

Nanman.

The Medicine Saint held a hoe against the scorching sun and squinted at the vision high in the sky.

He knocked on his lower back and said, "Old man, old man, I am still growing medicine in the south, but it turns out that half a poem leaves the county, and another talent is a state. This world... is going to change."

Shuobei.

Prince Ming was not as calm as those in Beijing.

Because with his cultivation, he could clearly sense that the birthplace of Cai Qi Mingzhou this time... was actually located in Qingwu City, the southernmost part of Yaoman.

And Qingwu City... was their previously planned destination.

Prince Ming frowned and rubbed his brows, "With me here, there shouldn't be any big problems."

King Ming is not arrogant, he is confident in himself.

He has been in charge of Shuobei for decades and has never had any major troubles.

As for the only variable...it could only be Zhu Xulin.

As for Song Lanyi?

Haha, impossible, absolutely impossible!

She is only in the eighth level, what kind of trouble can she do?

And inside Qingwu City.

Gongsun Ji was completely confused when he saw this vision.

Damn it, who did it?

So fucking awesome!

Before he could express too much admiration, he had already realized that this was a great opportunity to rescue the human warriors in the prison van.

Without him having to say anything, the people around him were already in tune with each other, and they could understand each other's meaning just by looking at each other.

Their eyes collided in mid-air, and then disappeared in an instant.

The next second, several people rushed out from the demon clan at the same time.

The man in the prison car suddenly burst into tears when he looked at the vision in the sky.

An abnormal flush appeared on his pale cheeks. He stared at the vision, his lips trembling violently, "Qingshan, Qingshan..."

He made a whooshing sound in his mouth. His fingertips were covered with calluses due to years of practicing swordsmanship. At this time, his fingers were so hard that they turned white, as if he was brewing something to say.

Until he turned his head and saw the human robe running towards him in the crowd, he couldn't hold it back any longer. Tears fell like rain, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains, why return them wrapped in horse leather!"

Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, so why return them wrapped in horse leather?

Even if you are in a foreign country and have fallen from a hero to a prisoner of war, as long as your heart is for the human race, why should you care where your bones are buried?

His rough, dark face was all wet with tears at this moment.

He saw Gongsun Ji holding a folding fan and stepping up into the air, as if a god had descended.

He leaned down and used his feather fan to cut off the shackles. The man on his back turned around and said with a smile, "We are all from the human race. As long as your heart is dedicated to Da Gan, Da Gan will definitely not make you bleed or shed tears."

He held the man in his arms, pointed the feather fan at a distant place, and said energetically, "Let's go home!"

I was too sleepy. The class meeting ended at nine o'clock. I fished a little and wrote a little. I went back to the dormitory and took a shower. I just finished it now.

(End of chapter)