How can you say that you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Enmity with the Son! 〗

How can you say that you have no clothes? With the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd. Work with the son! 〗

How can you say that you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers. Walk with the son! 〗

A poem "No Clothes" was completed, pale golden streamers flew, mysterious runes appeared on the white robes of Li Si and Han Fei, and the phantom of the battle armor gradually took shape on the two of them.

The eyes of the entire court were focused on the stone platform, and everyone knew that the real battle situation had just begun.

The students in the audience were talking a lot, and most of them were speculating about how long Han Fei could hold out under Li Si's men.

Above the attic, Mo Zhai sighed and said, "I'm confused." ”

Meng Ke bowed his head slightly, and Xun Qing sneered.

Su Mufeng rubbed his forehead helplessly.

Of course, he understood what Mo Zhai meant-Han Fei's heart was completely messed up.

Although the battle has only just begun, it is actually over.

Su Mufeng cast his gaze on the stone platform, where Han Fei was standing there in a daze.

After making "No Clothes", Han Fei actually stopped all his movements, as if waiting for Li Si's attack.

Just looking at her trance-like look, Su Mufeng knew that this was definitely not a preemptive strategy.

Li Si smiled faintly, without hesitation, and in a few breaths, the poem "Chang Wu" was completed.

『Impressive, Wang Mingshi』

『Nanzhong Great Ancestor, Master Imperial Father』

『Rectify my six divisions to repair my Rong』

『Both respect and precept, benefit this southern country』

The sound of a magnificent battle song resounded throughout the court, as if thousands of troops were following the young scribe on his march.

Shocked by the battle song, Han Fei's face turned extremely pale, he coughed heavily, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

And Li Si is eyes are like torches, momentum is like a rainbow, talent instantly recovered, did not stop for a moment, then waved the pen and began to write the next battle poem.

Under the stone platform, the students under the grass exclaimed one after another.

"Isn't "Chang Wu" a Hanlin war poem? Li Si has only been in Hanlin for three or five days, how can he already use it in actual combat? ”

"Could it be that Xun Sheng personally preached the holy word?"

"It's the only way to explain, I didn't expect Xun Sheng to attach so much importance to this cultural war ......"

Above the pavilion, Su Mufeng sighed: "Xun Sheng, is it necessary to do this?" ”

Xun Qing said coldly: "What do you have to do with it." ”

Su Mufeng's face froze, and he said helplessly: "Isn't this cheating?" ”

Xun Qing said lightly: "This is a cultural war, the comparison is the cultivation of the two of them, as long as they don't fight with the help of artifacts such as the Mo family's machine technique, there is no way to break the rules." ”

She glanced at Su Mufeng and said contemptuously, "Your Excellency might as well give it a try?" It's just that with Han Fei's literary position, even if she teaches her the sage war poem, she can't show it, right? ”

On the side, Mo Zhai sighed softly, and Meng Ke also showed helplessness.

The gap between the positions can be described as worlds apart.

The terrifying consumption of talent in the saint's war poem is unbearable even for the great Confucian, let alone Han Fei and his little jinshi?

Since Li Si broke through the moat in Qufu Academy and achieved the Hanlin literary position, the outcome of this literary war has been doomed.

Xun Qing said that letting Su Mufeng also pass on the war poem to Han Fei was just a contemptuous ridicule.

Unless Han Fei created an original war poem on the battlefield, and it was a war poem above the Hanlin literary rank. At that time, with the talent from heaven to drive the war poem, it will be possible to make up for the innate gap between literary position and talent, and defeat Li Si in one fell swoop.

- But that's just a fantasy.

After Confucius preached, he visited the countries of Central Continent, passed through the mountains and seas, and went through a hundred years of vicissitudes before collecting 300 poems that secretly fit the way of heaven, which were collected into a book and made the "Book of Songs".

Among them, the war poems involving the way of killing are just a dozen or so.

In the Warring States period, the conquests of the nations continued, and the scribes who served the princes also began to try war poetry.

However, although there are tens of thousands of 40,000 war poems written by the scribes of Central Continent, there are only a few hundred excellent ones.

There are even fewer who can be selected by Confucius and are classified as "Three Hundred Poems".

Even for the soldiers and scribes who preached the Tao by killing, for hundreds of years, countless Confucians and scholars have only been selected into the "Book of Songs" War poems.

Among them, those above the Hanlin realm can be counted with one pair of hands.

No matter how smart Han Fei's Holy Dao talent is, in terms of war poetry, she is just a newcomer who has not even crossed the threshold.

Far away, on the stage of life and death.

The situation of the war is developing more and more in a direction that is unfavorable to Han and Fei.

Following the battle song of "Chang Wu", Li Si did not stop attacking. In the middle of three breaths, the poem "Bing Ge" was completed, and the bloodstained red tasseled spear appeared in Li Si's hand, and the murderous aura filled the air.

Li Si smiled coldly, pointed his spear directly at Han Fei, didn't say any meaningless nonsense, and stabbed it with a spear!

Han Fei finally came back to his senses from his trance, silently looked at Li Si with awe-inspiring murderous intent, without saying a word, with a wave of his pen, the Jinshi battle poem "Four Fields" was completed, and four black phantoms of soldiers emerged, rushing straight towards Li Si.

It's a pity that Chang Wu's battle song still echoed between leaving the court, and the phantom of the soldier was deterred by it, and his movements were slow, and he couldn't stop Li Si who was holding a war spear at all.

The situation is becoming more and more critical.

The original fighter plane has been completely lost, and Han Fei's actions are one step behind Li Si at every turn.

Maybe the girl herself understands this, or maybe because of some inexplicable reasons, Han Fei's expression is gloomy, and she is just responding negatively.

Above the attic.

"It's over."

Mo Zhai muttered softly.

On the side, Meng Ke also shook his head.

In the eyes of the two saints, Mo Zhai and Meng Ke, there is actually no need to look at this literary war anymore, and the winner must be Li Si.

Xun Qing's thoughts were the same, he got up and prepared to leave his seat, and glanced at Su Mufeng coldly, wanting to see the current expression of this shameless man.

But to her surprise, Su Mufeng's face was unusually calm.

As if watching a grand performance that has nothing to do with him, the corners of his mouth are slightly hooked.

Xun Qing's steps as he prepared to leave stopped for a while.

Mo Zhai and Meng Ke also noticed Su Mufeng's strange performance, glanced at each other, and invariably found a sense of surprise in each other's eyes.

His own disciple was in danger, how could he still laugh?

Could it be that the purpose of this cultural war is to let Han Fei suffer some setbacks and polish away too sharp edges and corners?

Xun Qing also took this into consideration, couldn't help frowning, sat back in his seat, and waited for the changes.

If Su Mufeng knew about the speculation of a few people, I am afraid that he would not be able to help laughing out loud.

Grinding off the edges and corners of Han Fei?

Are you kidding.

It was his own disciple, his only bond in the nations of Middle-earth.

In order for Han Fei to safely walk through the bumpy road in the future, Su Mufeng really won't protect her in the greenhouse all the time.

Whether it is the "homework" of the last interpersonal communication or the current crisis, it is specially arranged for this purpose.

But this does not mean that Su Mufeng is willing to let his students suffer truly unforgettable harm.

That proud maiden should continue to walk indomitable until she sets foot on the highest point in this world.

This literary war is just to sharpen Han Fei's state of mind and break the shadow of the last defeat to Li Si.

And now, it's time to put an end to the so-called grinding.

Su Mufeng got up slowly.

The next moment.

The entire line of sight from the court was to the highest point of the pavilion.