"What do you want to do?"

Looking at Su Mufeng, who got up and left his seat, Xun Qing frowned slightly, and said indifferently: "If Your Excellency interferes with the cultural war without authorization, Qing will not leave his hand." ”

Mo Zhai was also concerned: "Mr. Su, the saints are here, and Han Fei's life will not be in danger." ”

Su Mufeng didn't say anything, just silently walked to the guardrail of the pavilion and overlooked the two people on the platform of life and death.

In the midst of the discussion of the students, the two people on the stage also noticed Su Mufeng's movements, Li Si temporarily put away his offensive, retreated two steps, looked up at the saints in the pavilion, and smiled gently.

Han Fei, on the other hand, was pale, lowered his head, and did not dare to look at Su Mufeng's face.

Su Mufeng smiled slightly and said, "Han Fei." ”

Han Fei slowly raised his head and said with a dejected expression: "Sir......"

Su Mufeng didn't say anything comforting, he smiled and said, "Look, I can only demonstrate it once." ”

Han Fei was stunned for a moment, and his eyes showed incomprehension.

Li Si was also stunned, and after a while, his face suddenly turned extremely pale.

The next moment.

"The east is adjacent to the Jieshi to view the sea."

"The water is surging, and the mountains and islands are sturging."

Su Mufeng's calm voice resounded throughout the court.

Countless pale golden points of light slowly emerged from the void and filled the sky. Immediately, the sound of the mighty tide crashing against the embankment echoed in the courtyard, and its sound was as magnificent as the sound of heaven.

The students looked at the light in the sky in disbelief and exclaimed.

"Four words, rhymes, natural visions - this is a war poem?"

"How is that possible? He did not use his talents at all, and even the sound of Proverbs could not have triggered a vision without the forces of heaven and earth conjugating. ”

"No, there is another possibility...... Look - the East! ”

On the stone platform, Han Fei and Li Si stared at the eastern sky in a daze.

That is the country of Lu, the hometown of Confucius. That's the direction in which Qufu Academy is located.

There, the highest inheritance of Zhongzhou poetry is enshrined, the Book of Songs.

At this moment, above the eastern sky, a mighty pillar of golden light soared into the sky, tearing the sky.

Han Fei was in a trance and muttered, "Kong Shengxuan!" ”

Li Si's face was pale on the side, his body trembled violently, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Hundreds of years ago, Confucius collected the poems of the world, wrote the "Book of Songs", and left it in Qufu Academy. If a scholar from Central Continent had an outstanding poem, a wisp of distraction from Confucius would record it into the "Three Hundred Poems", turning the poem into a way and spreading it to Central Continent.

However, the Spring and Autumn Period has passed, and when it comes to the Warring States Period, there are very few poems that have won this honor for hundreds of years, and there are only a handful of war poems among them.

Now, looking at the glory of the Orient and the vision of leaving the court, I am afraid that another poem will be added to the "Book of Songs".

"The trees are thick, and the grass is abundant."

"The autumn wind is bleak, and the waves are surging."

Su Mufeng's voice continued.

The sound of the waves became louder and louder, as if in the distant endless East China Sea, in the deepest part of the ocean, a huge tsunami that swallowed the heavens and the earth, swept towards the earth, and was about to drown the whole world.

In an instant, the shadow of the vast ocean appeared in the middle of the court, and everyone seemed to be on top of the ocean, and the land under their feet turned into a raging wave, but it did not sink into the water.

The pavilion in front of the platform of life and death had turned into a lonely cliff hanging on the coast, and Mo Zhai sat on the rock, staring at the ocean in the distance.

On the side, Meng Ke looked at Su Mufeng in front of him in disbelief and said, "Sealing Boundary Poem!?" ”

"One hundred and seventeen years!" Mo Zhai sighed with emotion, "After such a long time, on the Central Continent, there is finally another boundary poem. ”

The war poems of the Central Continent have become a complete system after Confucius wrote the Book of Songs.

The so-called boundary poem is one of the most important components. The unity of heaven and man, the power of heaven and earth, the achievement of a small world, in the "sealed boundary" transformed by war poetry, the dominance of the battlefield will present a one-sided situation.

Just like this nameless war poem written by Su Mufeng, this vast and boundless ocean is his boundary. In the deep sea, the tide is the guide, and the effect of all war poems will be blessed.

"The trip of the sun and the moon, if out of it."

"The stars are brilliant, if they are out of it."

Finally, with the sky, the shadows of the sun, moon and stars flashed by, and Su Mufeng's poem was nearing its end.

He closed his eyes and said, "Fortunately, the song is a song." ”

The song "Watching the Sea" has ended since then.

Above the sky, the clouds spread out in all directions, and the mighty talent swept from the Qufu Academy in the East, galloping in the direction of Su Mufeng.

Su Mufeng waved his hand lightly, and his immeasurable talent rushed towards Han Fei's place, and finally stopped above the platform of life and death.

He laughed: "After winning, these are prizes." ”

Under the stone platform, the students gasped one after another.

"This is the talent given by Confucius after the Holy Election Battle Poem-"

"I'm afraid that after the end of the cultural war, Han Fei will be able to break through the Hanlin civil position immediately!"

On the side, Xun Qing's silver teeth were clenched, and he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth dejectedly. After all, Su Mufeng didn't send those talents directly into Han Fei's body, so it was not a violation.

Mo Zhai smiled: "Sir, can you tell Zhai the name of this Fengjie poem?" ”

Meng Ke also looked curious.

"Watching the sea."

Su Mufeng looked at the vast ocean close at hand, and his expression was a little emotional.

"Watching the Sea", a generation of heroes Cao Cao returned from the expedition, and he was moved. Although there is no mention of the battle and killing the enemy, the pride contained in it all reveals the ambition of this king to conquer the world.

It's not a war poem, but it's better than a war poem.

Under the rules formulated by Xun Qing, this is the only help that Su Mufeng can give Han Fei.

The Sealed Boundary Poem has the power to change the heavens and the earth, so the talent required is also very amazing, and Su Mufeng can only be used when Confucius is the Holy Choice and the heaven-given talent, and it can exert its full power.

――Only by demonstrating the Boundary Poem in its complete state can Han Fei learn it in the shortest possible time.

In the rules of the Heavenly Dao of the Central Continent, the relationship between master and apprentice is not just a simple interpersonal bond, since Confucius became holy and joined the Wendao of the Central Continent, the blessing of the Heavenly Dao has also fallen on certain concepts revered by Confucianism.

As Su Mufeng's personal disciple, Han Fei didn't need to go to Qufu Academy, Han Fei could learn the war poems created by Su Mufeng—even the poems of the Sealed Realm.

And Li Si, or others, if they want to learn this song "Watching the Sea", the only feasible way is to go to Qufu Academy and accept the holy words of the "Book of Songs".

In this literary war, a poem of the boundary is enough to change the situation of the war.

Su Mufeng looked at Han Fei, who was still dodging Li Si's attack on the stage, but was already immersed in the artistic conception of the sea.

The human mind is a scab formed after being injured, and the conflict with reality shapes the so-called personality.

Flowers that have always lived in greenhouses have no qualifications to compete with nature.

Han Fei, after all, is going to embark on the road of conquest by other countries.

Under the premise of absolute control, Su Mufeng can only give Han Fei this degree of tempering.

"Now, go and meet your victory—"

On the stone platform.

Han Fei, who was still in a trance just now, dodged Li Si's attack, she closed her eyes and opened them again, this time, there was no longer any confusion in her eyes.

One last glance at the smiling Su Mufeng in the pavilion, the corners of Han Fei's mouth were hooked, and he looked at Li Si, who was pale.

Pale golden streamers flew in the void, one by one the handwriting in seal script appeared, and the sound of the mighty sea tide resounded out of the court again.

"The east is on the Jieshi to see the sea!"