"Because this Mulan poem was written by me when I missed my old friend."

Ji Lin craned his neck and drank the wine in his mouth, with a little sigh in his tone.

The fine wine provided by the Jiangshan auction is mellow and delicious, although the wine is a good wine, but it is not as pleasant as when Ji Lin drank the Yangtze River and stepped on the Yellow River.

……

Thousands of miles to the plane, Guan Shan is like flying.

Shuoqi spreads the golden watch, and the cold light shines on the iron coat.

The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years.

When I returned to see the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven sat in the Ming Hall.

Twelve turns, rewards hundreds of strong.

Khan asked what he wanted, Mulan didn't need Shang Shulang, he was willing to gallop thousands of miles and send his son back to his hometown.

When the grandmother heard that the girl was coming, she went out to help Guo Xiang; When my sister heard that her sister was coming, she took care of her red makeup.

When the younger brother heard that his sister was coming, he sharpened his knife and went to the pigs and sheep.

Open the door of my east pavilion, sit on my west pavilion bed, take off my wartime robe, and put on my old clothes.

When the window is cloudy, the mirror is yellow. Go out and see the fire companion.

The fire companions are all busy, and they have been together for 12 years, but they don't know that Mulan is a girl.

This Mulan poem, which has been sung for more than 1,000 years since the Northern and Southern Dynasties, has even been written into textbooks and admired by later generations.

Between the lines, the image of a heroine who does not let her eyebrows leap onto the page.

……

"Brother Wolong, I want to drink the well water of my hometown, but why do I swallow this taste of life and death?"

That year, the eagle spread its wings and soared in the desert, and under the sky was a mountain of blood and bones, and the slim one held a halberd, and the beautiful eyes under the armor were full of sighs.

"Today, we are waiting for the bloody battlefield, so that the fathers and elders in our hometown will not be poisoned by the war, even if the sacrifice is great, it is worth it."

Removing the gourd from the 'waist' and 'between', Ji Lin poured the liquor into his throat, laughing and stuffing the gourd to the girl.

"Brother Wolong, if you hadn't concealed it for me, I'm afraid my identity as a woman would have been revealed to the world long ago."

"Drink this glass of spirits, and my little sister will forget the past."

"From today onwards, I will definitely retreat and die to repay my family and country!"

Boom!

The sword roared in the sky, the wind swept the yellow sand, Ji Lin and the girl looked at each other and smiled, laughing extremely heroic, laughing a little bitter.

In that year, Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty made a northern expedition to Rouran, "drove out of the east road, to Montenegro", "Yanran Mountain in the north, three thousand miles from north to south." - "Northern History: The Legend of Worms".

In that year, the emperor crisscrossed the vast desert and strangled 5,000 miles from east to west and 3,000 miles from north to south in Mongolia.

A few months later, more than 100,000 people from the eastern part of the country bowed to the dust, and all of them surrendered.

After the battle, the Son of Heaven sat in the Ming Hall, Hua Mulan resigned and returned to her hometown, married all her life, and died.

That year, it snowed heavily, and Ji Lin came across his horse, and the turbid wine was gone, and he roared in the sky.

Ji Lin used his fingers as a sword and sharpened a stone as a monument to compose a poem "Mulan Poem", and poured the liquor into his throat to go crazy, and chanted in the market for three days, and the aftermath lingered in his ears for several months.

So far, "Mulan Poems" has been passed down in the world, and the name of Mulan has been admired by future generations.

……

Just, so what? A song of Mulan's soul is broken, where can Yiren find Fang?

"Sister Xian, if I had known that you were thinking like this back then, I should have preached your Taoism, but it's a pity, it's a pity, it's sad, it's sad, it's hateful!

The feather was slightly raised, Ji Lin poured the wine into the clear stream, and watched the wine turn into a long knife, drawing the knife to cut off the water, and the water flowed more.

"Mr. Ji, you said that the Mulan poem was written by you, is this too child's play?"

Xie Lao asked in amazement, and pulled Ji Lin back from the desert yellow sand that year.

"Excuse me, if the Mulan poem is not written by me, then why can't Tang Da hurt me in the slightest?" Ji Lin smiled slightly, and did not answer the rhetorical question.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent, and the sages all frowned and fell into deep thought.

Yes, if the Mulan poem was not written by Ji Lin, then why did Tang Da have such a killing power that it couldn't affect Ji Lin in the slightest?

"Ji Linjun, you are simply nonsense, although I am from the island country, I also know that this poem was written by a senior named Anonymous in ancient times."

Jingkou Renjie slapped the table and stood up, looking at Ji Lin with disdain.

"Young master, I ...... urgency to pee."

Jingkou Renjie covered his face sadly, and did not turn his head back to escape, lest others say that he knew Jingkou Renjie.

"This person's age is like this, 'urine' is frequent, 'urine' is urgent, leg cramps, or this young master is fierce, and he goes up to the fifth floor in one breath." The wellhead man looked proud.

It's just that when Jingkou Renjie found that everyone seemed to be looking at him, there was something wrong, and Jingkou Renjie was stunned, this ...... What's the situation?

"Iguchi-kun, you are worthy of being a top student of Western Pacific University, and you actually have such a 'refined' and in-depth study of our Central Plains culture?" Xiao Zhao laughed coldly.

"That's natural, I can memorize hundreds of family names at the age of three, and I am familiar with thousand-character Chinese at the age of five, and the master praised me as Jiang Lang at that time."

"Jiang Lang, you should know, right? That's the young genius of your ancient Shenzhou. ”

Lighting a cigarette, the wellhead man laughed and was very proud.

"Jingguchi-kun, don't you know that I have an idiom in the Central Plains, called Jiang Lang Caidu?"

Shangguan Xue couldn't help it, and kindly mentioned the wellhead people.

"Yes, of course I do."

Jingkou Renjie nodded, took out his mobile phone to Du Niang while speaking, and suddenly stiffened and was a little embarrassed.

"Iguchi-kun, do you know what Anonymous means?" This time it was Xie Lao who spoke.

"Please also ask the seniors for advice, and the juniors are not ashamed to ask." Jingkou Renjie hurriedly clenched his fists, a picture of me being a primary school student.

Flutter!

As soon as these words came out, the audience burst into laughter.

Even Ji Lin smiled slightly, and the sadness in his heart was slightly diluted.

"Jingguchi-kun, this is not a shameful question, but it can only be used by those who are 'up' and 'in position' for those who are lower."

"Do you think that your talent can be compared to Xie Lao?" Cao Long stabbed him with a divine mending knife.

Although Xie Lao is not good at calligraphy, he is a descendant of Xie Lingyun, and his foundation in Chinese culture is naturally excellent, far from being comparable to a half-pot of water jingle island people.

"Anonymous actually means anonymous, my Middle-earth civilization is vast and brilliant, and literary works like galactic stars have been born in history."

"Although some of these works have been circulated in the world, there is no way to verify who the author is."

"This is even more obvious in the 'Yuefu' stage when poetry is initially germinating."

"In other words, although the Mulan poem has been famous for a long time, no one knows who wrote it, why, and what story is hidden behind this Yuefu poem."

Xie Lao's words were the Tao, and the people who listened to the wells were convinced, and then they realized that they were making a big joke because of the difference between Chinese and Japanese cultures.

"But even so, this can only show that the author of the Mulan poem is unknown."

"More than a thousand years have passed, who can prove that Mulan poems were written by him?" Jingkou Renjie looked disdainful.

"I can prove it!" As soon as the words fell, a deep sound filled the audience.

PS: Scattering flowers, congratulations to the "╰ Beichen Yumo" brother for becoming the first "deacon" in this book.

Thanks to the "world's largest arms supplier fat man" and "Zhizhu Russian heart" brothers for their reward and support.

After about two months of serialization, this book will be on the shelves on Friday morning, I hope that brothers and sisters will continue to support Ethereal, support Ji Lin, if you don't give up, I will not leave, with the most wonderful story, the most stable update to repay you