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

Chapter 68: There are tens of millions of mansions in Anhui, and the great shelter makes all the poor people in the world happy!

The crowd stood in front of Zhu Xulin, like an iron wall, impregnable.

Among these people, some had moist eyes, but their expressions were resolute and unrepentant.

I heard the scholar's high spirits and the girl's determined look. At this moment, they clasped their hands and formed a circle.

Someone among them laughed loudly, "Everyone, today is a fight to the death! Monsters and barbarians fight hard, kill! The secret realm is broken, kill! After today, we may be like meteors in the night sky, shining brightly in an instant, and then

Fallen into the world. From now on, there will be no trace of me in the world."

After finishing speaking, he spoke louder and more generously, "But! There is still a possibility that after we shine brightly, we will become an unshakable morning star in the sky, day after day, year after year.

…point the direction of light in the sky. From then on, the sunset, the clear light in the night, and all kinds of beauty, all exist because of us.”

"Because - we are the light!"

The scholar's robe on his body was rustling. He pondered for a moment, his eyes clear and firm.

"Today, I will write a poem first to repay the country's kindness."

""Stormy November 4th""

"Lying in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country."

"I lie down late at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dreams!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire secret realm began to tremble again.

Heaven recognized it, and the talent granted could not be projected onto the young man due to the obstruction of the secret realm.

But...this does not prevent visions from happening.

I saw a violent storm suddenly blowing across the entire secret realm, and the originally calm lake water surged into waves.

Amidst the sound of wind and rain, there was a faint vibration of horse hoofs hitting the ground, and the neighing of horses came from far and near.

Wherever the horse's hooves passed, the ground condensed into a bone-chilling ice surface.

This poem directly separates the demons and barbarians from the human race.

There were demons who didn't even believe in evil and wanted to step onto this glacier. However, the moment they stepped on it, their bodies were covered inch by inch by layers of frost, and after a short time, they turned into ice sculptures.

"I lie down late at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream..." Someone clapped their hands and laughed, "It is indeed a good poem, but... I can't let you take the limelight alone, can I?"

He stood up, took a step forward, and without thinking, he chanted directly, "The beacon fire is shining on Xijing, and I feel uneasy in my heart."

He carried his hands on his back and walked gracefully, "Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and his iron cavalry circled Dragon City."

Suddenly, his tone became slightly hoarse, "The snow is dark, the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is heavy with the sound of drums."

Until the last sentence, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Yao Man, his eyes sharp and his tone turned upward, "It is better to be a centurion than a scholar!"

It is better to be a centurion than a scholar!

This kind of boldness instantly elevates the idea of ​​the entire poem.

The turbulent talents from the outside world hit again, and the secret realm trembled again, but this time the trembling amplitude was greater and the trembling duration was longer.

In the dark, Song Lanyi, who was trapped in the hell realm, raised her head. Through the torrent of time, she seemed to see the outside world.

Her lips were already dry and peeling, and there were marks left by blood on her lips.

Zhu Xulin seemed to feel something at this time. He looked up and looked in an unknown direction and shouted, "Song Lanyi! Are you there? Isn't it? Come out!"

Xue Ji, who was standing among the monsters and barbarians and was well protected, could not help but raise her neck and look in that direction at this moment.

There was an imperceptible worry in her seemingly arrogant eyes.

In the Hell Realm, Song Lanyi grinned when she heard a familiar voice, trying to laugh out loud, but the wound on her cheek was affected.

Her voice was very soft, but could be heard clearly by everyone.

She only said one sentence, "I'm here."

I've always been there.

The moment Zhou Xi heard those words, he suddenly felt a complex feeling that he didn't know how to describe.

That feeling... was like... Although Song Lanyi was still young, she naturally had a sense of calmness.

It seemed that wherever she was there, there would always be no surprises.

Even if there is an accident, she can solve it.

Zhu Xulin, who knew her best, was already crying.

With his eyes filled with red eyes, he cried loudly, "Song Lanyi, why don't you come out? I'm in so much pain, I was seriously injured, I even vomited blood! Come and carry me! Don't leave now."

, we are all going to die in this miserable place!"

Listening to his many complaints, Song Lanyi in the hell realm was covered in tatters, but he smiled very happily.

Her body is covered with dense scars, but at this moment, her smile is free and open, and has an extremely eye-catching charm.

She laughed and cursed one word, "Get out."

Then, she spit out another mouthful of blood.

The blood dyed her pale lips red, and against her pale face, she had a strange beauty.

But there was always a faint smile on her face.

She said softly, "Zhu Xulin, and even my classmates Pao Ze, there is a poem today, you should listen carefully."

Everyone was startled and listened attentively.

"The high autumn wind roars in August and rolls up the triple thatch on my house."

"The grass flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond."

As soon as this poem was read out, Song Lanyi's brows brightened slightly, but it seemed to be suppressed by something, and the light disappeared in an instant.

Zhu Xulin seemed to feel something, and followed Song Lanyi's voice and recited word by word.

Immediately afterwards, everyone followed his steps and started chanting bit by bit.

During the chanting process, everyone felt that their hearts were vibrating, as if there was a faint resonance.

At this moment, Song Lanyi, who was trapped in the hell realm, continued to read slowly and unhurriedly, "The boys in the south village bullied me because I am old and weak, but I can't bear to face them as thieves."

"He openly carried thatch into the bamboo, his lips were burnt and his mouth was dry and he couldn't breathe. When he came back, he leaned on his staff and sighed."

"For a moment, the wind makes the clouds turn black, and in autumn the desert turns dark."

"The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years. My dear child has been lying on it and it has cracked inside. There is no drying hole in the bedside room, and the rain has not stopped the feet."

"Since my period is chaotic and I have little sleep, how can I stay wet all night long?"

The whole poem has a gloomy style and a gloomy pace, just like Song Lanyi's current situation.

Everyone thought this was a depressive poem she wrote when she was in despair. They thought it would end there, but Zhou Xi and Zhu Xulin said in unison, "No! It's not over yet!"

Sure enough, the next moment, the entire palace began to shake, and the secret realm seemed to be shattering a little faster.

Song Lanyi is not here, but her voice can be heard in countless places at this moment.

"There are tens of thousands of vast buildings, which can shelter all the poor people in the world. They are as safe as a mountain, unshakable by wind and rain."

"Ugh! If I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, it will be enough for my house to be broken down and freeze to death!"

The moment he finished reading the last sentence, the resonance of talent in Song Lanyi's body reached its peak.

The light between her eyebrows became brighter and brighter, until it broke through the entire bloody hell.

Here, a middle-aged vicissitudes of life man slowly appeared in front of her.

"Du Fu, please pay homage to your lord!"

The third update today, the end.

I'll take a break first and see if I can save some manuscripts.

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