"Four words?" Xun Qing frowned and said, "So what?" ”

The originator of Zhongzhou poetry, "Three Hundred Poems", is almost all four-word poems, even if there are occasionally a few miscellaneous poems, they are not systematic.

As for the most valued war poems, there is not a single miscellaneous poem - the key to war poetry is the harmony of sound and the secret of heaven, and the chaos of miscellaneous poems obviously does not meet this condition.

Su Mufeng shook his head and said, "Empty treasure." ”

Xun Qing was a little confused, but still said coldly: "Bluff." ”

Beside him, Mo Zhai was slightly stunned, and then said in amazement: "What does Mr. mean ......"

Meng Ke's pupils constricted, and he reacted for a while.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. ”

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. ”

As Su Mufeng's voice resounded throughout the Canghai Sealing Realm, in the far east, a magnificent golden pillar of light broke through the sky, even more amazing than the momentum not long ago.

On the stone platform, Li Si and Han Fei stopped attacking and looked at the east in a daze.

Han Fei said confusedly: "This is ...... Miscellaneous poems!? ”

Li Si could barely maintain his calm, but his face was extremely pale.

In the distance, there was even more exclamation among the students.

"It's the Holy Chosen Again!"

"That's obviously a miscellaneous poem, how can it resonate with the poetry?"

"Confucius traveled around the world, spent a hundred years, and there are only a few miscellaneous poems included in the Book of Songs, not to mention that this is still a war poem!"

"No, it's not a gossip."

On the cliff, Mo Zhai looked complicated, and said: "This is a five-character war poem - flat and harmonious, up and down rhyme, it is already a perfect system!" ”

Meng Ke's voice trembled slightly, and said, "Within three months, along with the war poems, at least three more Confucians will be added to the military family. ”

Mo Zhai smiled dumbly and said, "I'm afraid there is another Void Saint, right?" Although I don't know what Mr. Su's holy path is, with his merits in creating a five-word war poem, if the soldier saint does not give him a military holy position, the scribes of Zhongzhou will not agree. ”

The holy positions in the Central Continent are divided into saints, semi-saints and virtual saints, and there is only one saint, Confucius, and the "saints" of all families are all half-saints.

The Void Sage is a special existence between the Great Confucianism and the Semi-Saint, not the real realm of literature, but the "title" given by the founders of the Holy Paths of each family, with the power of the Half-Saint Six.

The title of the Void Saint is not confined to the holy path of the recipient, such as the great Confucian Lu Buwei of the miscellaneous family, who has the two Void Saint Saints of the Yin and Yang family and the vertical and horizontal family at the same time.

After saying this, Mo Zhai was suddenly stunned, and then laughed.

How could he forget, although he only showed the tip of the iceberg now, he could already see Su Mufeng's attainments in mathematics and physics.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the Mo family will give up a holy throne.

Not far away, Su Mufeng's voice continued.

At this time, this five-word war poem was nearing its end.

"The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical. ”

A song "Chivalrous Journey" ends here.

A faint phantom of a swordsman appeared behind Su Mufeng, a long sword in white, standing with his hands in his hands, unable to see his face clearly.

On the side, Xun Qing's pupils constricted.

Meng Ke looked at the swordsman, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Mo Zhai coughed lightly and said, "Most of the students who left the court are still young, so please take more care of them, sir." ”

Su Mufeng smiled and nodded, turned to the swordsman and said, "One sword is enough." ”

Without saying a word, the swordsman walked to the edge of the cliff.

In the distance, the students cast their eyes one after another, curious.

The next moment, these curious gazes turned into dullness.

The swordsman calmly drew his long sword and waved it in the direction of the vast ocean.

In a flash.

Pale golden sword qi soared into the sky.

Thousands of meters of waves, surging!

The vast and boundless sea was completely torn apart by this sword qi, splitting into two halves from the middle, setting off waves dozens of meters high!

In the distance, a huge reef that emerged from the sea blocked the sword qi, and then it was shattered in an instant.

The golden sword qi rushed straight into the distance, until it collided with the edge of the Canghai Seal, and a deafening sound resounded through the seal. In the next moment, countless cracks appeared in the void, and they could only barely maintain their existence.

On the path of the sword qi, the sea roared wildly, and the waves tens of meters high rushed along both sides, rushing straight towards the countless students under the sword.

Everyone's expressions were so stunned that they forgot all about escaping, and watched the huge tsunami come at them.

Finally, under the suppression of the sea seal, the crazy tsunami gradually calmed down the moment before it was about to destroy the students under the sea.

During the entire departure from the court, there was a dead silence for a while.

Almost all of them had become extremely glazed.

After a while, the silence was finally broken.

"Uh......h Woowoooooo

A very young girl burst into tears in the crowd, looking very pitiful.

Like a contagious disease, the cries quickly spread through the crowd, mostly young girls. It sounds like the whole departure from the court is like a very pornographic and violent little movie.

Compared to the girls, the male colony ahead is doing very well overall. Almost all of them were expressionless, sitting upright, untimid.

There were even a few who were calmly discussing the battle poem.

"Senior brother, the power of this war poem is terrifying."

"yes."

"Senior brother, that Su Sheng's holy position is really a poetry saint, right?"

"yes."

"Senior brother, do you smell a strange smell?"

"yes."

"Senior brother, you also peed your pants, right?"

"yes."

“……”

“……”

In the distance, on a cliff.

With the ability of a few saints, he naturally heard the cries and discussions of the students under the Jixia clearly.

As a result, the expressions of several people became very strange.

Mo Zhai sighed and said helplessly: "Sir, didn't Zhai say it?" They are all children......

Meng Ke stared at Su Mufeng silently, it seemed that the brilliance of motherhood was shining, and the eyes of this gentle big sister were a little unkind.

Su Mufeng coughed lightly and laughed dryly.

Of course, he could understand the subtext of Mo Zhai and Meng Ke.

――Even if you pretend to be forced, you can scare the children by the way, don't you want to be so frustrated!

Su Mufeng casually patted the shoulder of the white-clothed swordsman behind him, and said with a smile: "Little comrade, it's hard work." ”

The white-clothed swordsman put away his long sword, stood upright, saluted a standard PLA military salute, and said in a deep voice: "Serve the people!" ”

Mo Zhai: "......"

Meng Ke: "......"

Xun Qing: "......"

The next moment, the phantom of the white-clothed swordsman dissipated into the air.

Looking at the three people with confused faces, Su Mufeng explained: "This is the custom of my hometown...... I heard that it was created by a certain saint who practiced the holy path of Marxism-Leninism. ”

Of course, the white-clothed swordsman was not fully conscious, and Su Mufeng just thought it was more interesting......

Well, a bad taste in a sense. Just like when he teased Xun Qing.

"Marxist-Leninist...... Holy Word? Mo Zhai said in confusion.

Su Mufeng pondered for a moment and said: "It's inconvenient to talk about this, I originally considered teaching Han Fei this, but because of some force majeure factors, I finally gave up...... Well, that's not the point. ”

Su Mufeng turned his gaze to Xun Qing and smiled slightly.

"Let Lees admit defeat."