Bu An struck while the iron was hot, and snorted lightly: "Han Xin has no power to restrain the chicken, and he can also lead 100,000 troops and win a thousand miles." What great things have you accomplished for those who are small-bellied and jealous of the virtuous and capable? Now that you have only twenty or thirty people under your account, you are afraid of this and that, and in the future, how can you control the fact that there will be many people and a lot of power?"

This series of questions, each sentence was right in the minds of Zhang Blind and the others, and they were embarrassed and depressed when they heard it.

Unexpectedly, Bu'an's words changed: "When the Seven Divisions were created, how shabby it was, who would have thought that there would be today's situation." The rivers and lakes shouted at me Buye, thinking that this was all my own strength, is this really the case?"

He turned around, stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the crowd at the bottom of the hill from a distance, and said, "Among them, there may be some people who feel that you are the leader today only because you are close to me. Do you think so yourself?"

No one answered. All that remained on the hillside was the sound of the wind and the cheers of distant scuffles. After a while, Bu An said leisurely: "Don't look down on yourself." ”

He didn't know what kind of emotions the people behind him were at the moment, maybe Deng Xiaoxian was Adou who couldn't be helped, maybe You Ping and Luo Qingting were just people in the market after all, maybe Monk Huiyuan couldn't have any ambitions at all......

But people are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless, this half a year, with them through thick and thin, to this day, it is not easy, if conditions permit, Bu'an is willing to help them on the horse, take them on a journey. However, it is not up to him to decide how far they can go.

"Clear Mountain. Bu An's tone at this time has become quite soft: "I took the time to fill in the lyrics last night, and you will sing it later." ”

Haruyama let out an "um".

Every ten days, Bu'an would hum a tune to her. Haruyama is in charge of perfecting, and occasionally plays a little. This time, the song is very high-spirited, and Qingshan can feel the pride in it only when he performs it in his chest.

In the distance, the mountains are undulating, and fierce battles are raging in the cols beneath your feet, and the bare north wind sweeps over the slopes with dead leaves, and the bare woods and dead grass sway in the wind.

Bu'an stood in the wind, chanting in a low voice, and his voice was mellow and clean.

"The wind and smoke are rolling and singing heroes, and the green mountains on all sides are listening. The thunder in the clear sky beats the golden drum, and the wandering spirits in the sky make harmony. ”

The original lyrics of this "Hymn to Heroes" did not fit the occasion, so from the second sentence onwards, Bu An made changes.

"The world collapsed and stood alone, and the evil moon was empty. The feet are blazing in the flames, and the whole body is covered with shooting stars. ”

Luo Qingting wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes—Bu Ye said she was crying just now—and looked around, not finding the rich aura that should have appeared as expected.

Zhang Blind and others may also find it strange, only Qingshan knows that although these sentences are heroic and magnificent, they are too far from the poems written by Bu An in the past.

Bu An also understands that the lyrics he changed temporarily will not cause much aura fluctuations. The purpose of his chanting at this time was not for this. In the final analysis, this lyric was not written to seduce the wandering spirit, but for people to listen to.

"The sword qi swallows the tiger and the leopard, and the country enters the formation for thousands of miles. Don't make Wu hook the treasure sheath, and spread the banner to find the marquis. ”

While recalling the tune, Qingshan sang silently, with her light temperament, she couldn't help but be moved at this time.

The dry tobacco stick in Zhang's blind hand hung low, and the reddish flame had long been extinguished. "The sword qi swallows the tiger and the leopard, and the country enters the formation for thousands of miles. Don't make Wu hook the treasure sheath, and spread the banner to find the marquis......" He unconsciously recited softly, and after reading it, his voice trembled a little.

"Bu Ye!" Luo Qingting stood up, she seemed to have understood what it meant for Bu An to scold them for not having a pattern in their chests.

Deng Xiaoxian snorted, spat the dry grass that was blown into his mouth by the wind on the ground, and cursed in a low voice: "The prince will have a kind of ...... Xiangning."

......

More than an hour later, in the wasteland between the mountain passes, eighteen people, including the Lu brothers, the Yin and Yang Woman, and the Black Gauze Girl, tightly surrounded the Qingshan Mountain in the center.

Except for the blue battalion, which retreated at a hundred paces because Huang Duo had committed a first-class offense, the rest of the battalions occupied positions ranging from the inside to the outside, with varying advantages and inferiorities.

Bu An asked Li Da to go to the middle of the camps, but he and Su Su accompanied the blue camp and retreated to a distance.

Seeing this, You Ping's face was full of surprise, and he persuaded: "Bu Ye has never made a mistake, why did he retreat here?"

"Someone in the Blue Camp has made a mistake, and you, as a commander, will be punished as well. I am the head of the Seven Divisions, and if someone in the Seven Divisions has made a mistake, don't I need to be punished?" Bu An replied calmly.

He didn't mean what he said, because Reiki was of no use to him, and it was the same wherever he stood. But in the ears of everyone in the blue camp, the meaning is extraordinary. Originally, some people sat in the camp and complained, but at this time, when they saw that Bu Ye was personally accompanied, they were not so aggrieved in their hearts.

At this time, in the center of the crowd, the sound of the guqin sounded, and the low prelude, like the tide of the sea, gradually became high.

At a certain moment, Qingshan's ethereal voice joined in, like a phoenix singing valley, the fairy sound was heavenly, and the opening was crisp.

"The wind and smoke are rolling and singing heroes, and the green mountains on all sides listen to ......"

Bu An didn't expect that this song would be so charming when she sang it. Close your eyes, as if you can see the beautiful woman in the valley written by the poet Du Fu, suddenly standing on the top of the mountain, singing a send-off song for the strong man who is about to go on the expedition.

Her voice was so soft that even the green hills around her couldn't help but listen. No, no, savor it, this soft voice has a clear hint of resoluteness...... She was not persuading, but commanding, commanding that under the winter sky, as far as the eye could see, the rolling green hills, must be listened to.

"The thunder in the clear sky beats the golden drum, and the wandering spirits in the sky make harmonic ......"

The song caused a change, and the clear sky resounded with bursts of thunder, and the sound of the song fell from the sky. The dew and mist rose into the sky and turned into a dark and dark cloud, which gradually darkened the entire valley, but the outline of the green mountains in the distance became extremely clear.

Bu An knows that this song itself is not so amazing, and it can have such an effect, presumably because of the effect of the artistic conception of the lyrics and the ethereal voice of Qingshan.

Qingshan continued to sing, his voice like a gossamer floating in the sky, and like a dolphin jumping with the white waves in the middle of the night.

"The world collapsed and stood alone, and the evil moon was empty. The feet are blazing in the flames, and the whole body is covered with shooting stars. ”

The sky was suddenly stormy, thick clouds rolled like waves, and there were indescribable cries and fights, coming from the distant sky, with the peculiar smell of blood and fire. The churning clouds fell down the col and turned into a thick fog that could not be reached.

"The sword qi swallows the tiger and the leopard, and the country enters the formation for thousands of miles. Don't make Wu hook the treasure sheath, and spread the banner to find the marquis. ”

In the dense fog, the cold sword light, the howl of the beast, the rivers, lakes, seas, mountains and cities, the rusty long sword, the flag fluttering in the wind, all kinds of images gradually flashed and disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Where Bu'an stood, there was only a faint layer of mist, and when the aura arrived here, it was already the end of the strong crossbow. However, he clearly felt that the mood of the people in the blue camp around him had been rising and falling with the song, and in the last few words, some people even subconsciously touched the long sword at their waist.

Don't make Wu hook dark treasure sheath, and spread the banner to find the marquis...... Well, I'll use this song to make the battle song of the Seven Divisions in the future. He decided so happily.