Over there, the crowd had dispersed, leaving a more than trial space in the center. *With* Dream *Small* Say .lā

The six battalions each nominated candidates, and under the auspices of Bu An, drew lots to determine the order of the battle.

First of all, the black camp against the green camp, five people against five people, there are attacks and defenses, and it is not unique to fight, but in the eyes of today's Bu'an, it is really a bit weak.

In the end, when all five members of the green camp lay down, there were still two people in the black camp barely standing, and the battle was even if the black camp won.

Except for the green battalion under the command of Qingshan, the morale of the rest of the battalions was high, especially the black battalion.

Then the white camp won against the yellow camp, and the red camp lost to the blue camp. A total of three fights have been played, and it has taken more than half an hour, but it is not over yet.

Bu'an let the victorious black, white, and blue re-nominate candidates, and the three teams scuffled.

This melee is intractable, the three teams need to guard against the other two teams teaming up, and they are all shouting bewitchment, trying to pull one team to fight the other team, some of the meaning of the evolution of the art of war, but the first time to do this, it seems a little hasty and rusty.

In the end, the white battalion under Deng Xiaoxian's command was accidentally bitten by the black battalion, suffered from the enemy on the back of the abdomen, and was the first to be defeated;

In the midst of this, several strangers caught Bu'an's attention.

There was a petite woman in the black camp, a black scarf covering her body and face all the time, but she didn't expect that her huge scarf was a spiritual weapon. While the body is wandering, the whole person turns into a scarf, the change is gratuitous, and the mystery is extremely mysterious, which makes people unguardable.

In the white camp, there is a formation division, the formation is extremely fast, as long as he is left alone, no one is guarded, he can be in the middle of nowhere, the formation under the round zhangxu, or can trap the enemy, or phantom, or hook the fire, the momentum is huge, if it is not for the three teams of scuffle, the black gauze woman is put down at the right time, the white camp is very likely to win.

And the reason why Blue Shadow was able to win in the end was because of a middle-aged beauty who fought two games in a row. The woman, who was thirty or forty years old, was extremely handsome, but when it came time to fight, she had a yin and yang face—pale on one side and bronzed on the other, and her hands were the same (perhaps the same was true of her body wrapped under her clothes).

This woman with a yin and yang face, when she exercises, the air on both sides of her body is also black and white, and her hands are open and closed, as if she can draw a lifelike Taiji diagram at any time. She has never hurt anyone from beginning to end, but the black and white world drawn by her is like a yin and yang separation, it is difficult to cross, if she is circled, the other party will have to spend a lot of effort to break this black and white barrier.

In this way, the remaining four people of the blue battalion can spend a good time outside the circle and attack the enemy unprepared.

Bu'an has never seen such a cultivator, and after Zhang Blind's explanation, he learned that this woman's surname is Zou, and she is practicing the Taoist side door, the art of yin and yang. A few days ago, there were six people on the Wangjiang Tower, and she was one of them. Her man died early, and he had no heirs under his knees, so he was alone, and he was grateful for the grace of Buye, so he followed.

At the end of the battle, the battalions carried the wounded down for treatment. There are no doctors in the team, but the people in the rivers and lakes know some ways to save the wounded, and no one is so ruthless that they have to meet each other in life and death, so there is no big problem.

This ranking has a sequence, Zhang Blind and the others each restrained their subordinates, and arranged the seats from the inside out according to the order of the results.

More than 200 people, finally sat in a circle, Qingshan in the center, the blue camp that won out occupied the inner circle, followed by the black and white second battalion, and the remaining three battalions surrounded the outer circle.

Bu'an stood outside the circle and waited until the crowd quieted down before he asked loudly, "Are the wounded of the battalions all right?" Do you want to wait for them to recover a little?"

His question seemed very considerate. After all, the wounded were all injured when they were fighting for a seat in their own team, and if they were unable to move and practice at this time, wouldn't it be chilling?

So the commander of the six battalions went down to inquire one by one, and it was inconvenient for Qingshan to move around, so the deputy commander under her command handled it.

Not long after, Zhang Blind, Deng Xiaoxian and others came to report one after another, saying that the wounded had to rest for a while.

Bu An nodded, suddenly had an idea, and said loudly: "Take advantage of this effort, why don't you let Miss Qingshan introduce what today's song is about." So that everyone can understand the mystery, fit the mood, and get twice the result with half the effort!"

Qingshan was slightly stunned, and said in his heart, this song was not taught to me by Bu Gongzi, why let me explain it.

She is indisputable by nature, and at the moment pressed the doubts in her heart, and said softly: "Today's song, called Out of the Stopper, has a song but no words, it is about thousands of miles of grassland, wind and sand desert, the bank of the Yellow River, next to the Yin Mountain, the scene of the hero riding out of the stopper. When touching the qin, there must be great mountains and rivers in the heart, and there may be the sadness of holding a sword and looking around in the song, or the hesitation of asking up and down, and finally returning to the homeland......"

Her words were exactly the words mentioned when Bu An was humming the tune at that time, almost exactly the same.

"Do you all understand?" asked Bu'an.

There was a calamity of responses from the crowd, and they all said they understood.

"What do you understand?" Who's going to tell me?" asked Bu'an again.

But no one answered.

Bu An knew that this would be the result, and pointed to Monk Huiyuan and said, "Monk, tell me!"

Monk Huiyuan shook his head honestly and replied, "I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand, but...... I remembered Wang Shaobo's poem. ”

"Can you carry it?" asked Bu'an.

"In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned. But to make the dragon city fly will not teach Humadu Yin Mountain. "Hui Yuanmune, but his memory is very good, and he remembers most of the books he has read.

"Who's going to tell me what this poem means?" asked Bu'an again.

At this time, someone volunteered to explain this poem of Wang Changling. Half of the crowd already knew the poem, and the other half, who had not heard it before, understood the heroism in it.

"Come on, let's recite it together! I'll get up, Qin Shi Mingyue and Han Shi ......," Bu An recited with a smile.

Then, more than 200 people, like children in Mengxue, recited this seven-character quatrain back and forth several times.

Bu'an seemed to be on a whim, and mentioned a few Tang poems related to the stopper, asking everyone to recite them, in the middle of which there was "the desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, the sun sets on the long river", and there is "the yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken". In addition to memorizing, he also patiently recounted the allusions in the poem, striving for everyone to understand.

The sound of recitation reached Song Manqiu's ears, and then to the boat parked on the bank of the canal.

I don't know when, Song Shijin walked ashore, and his face was a little dignified.

"Brother, can you see what Bu Gongzi means?" Song Manqiu glanced at him and asked softly.

Song Shijin replied after a while: "The people who slaughter dogs only have the courage of a horseman, but if they are properly educated, over time, they may really be able to achieve an iron army." ”

If Bu An heard his words, he would definitely feel that he underestimated this keyboard warrior. The army eradicates illiteracy and takes cultural classes, which he said is education, and it cannot be miscalculated.

Song Manqiu nodded slightly when he heard this, and said leisurely: "I heard my father say that all soldiers in a hundred battles have a military soul, shouldn't Bu Gongzi use learning to fight on behalf of others and forge a military soul?"

If he heard Song Manqiu's words again, Bu An would almost clap his hands and shout "BING".

However, Miss Song still thinks too highly of the role of "cultural classes". The so-called military soul has to be injected by some other things, and at present, the time is far from ripe for Bu'an.

Don't take too big a step.