The most common occurrence of similar situations is not in the barracks, but in prisons, where a large number of prisoners are locked in small cells, and some people often go crazy, which triggers the emotions of others, causing some prisoners to shout and even harm themselves, forming a "prison howl".

After each battalion roar, all the soldiers will be traumatized mentally, and they will not be able to go to the battlefield again without three or five months of recuperation.

Zhang Qingfeng passed the book again.

"They must have been prepared for a long time, you and I can't enter those barracks, if we make any moves, they will cause the camp to roar in advance, and in the end, they will still blame us for the camp roar! Even if our tongues bloom with spring thunder, I'm afraid that before we finish the first word, we will be sealed by the Marquis of Lumen by borrowing the talents of the Holy Temple! Now, the supreme governor of Zhucheng is the Marquis of Lumen, not you, the Marquis of Zhujiang!"

Fang Yun smiled wryly, he didn't expect that he already had a series of pressures, and now he added a whole army camp to the pressure.

Fang Yun knew very well in his heart that once the big army camp roared, his road to the Book Mountain would come to a broken end!

"Alas......"

The previous sigh was Zhang Longxiang sighing, and at this moment, it was Fang Yun sighing.

Fang Yun looked at the sky, and suddenly remembered his distant relatives and friends, and those familiar but unfamiliar faces appeared in his mind.

Fang Yun was silent, realizing that he was under too much pressure these days, and playing Zhang Longxiang was so engrossed that he had been affected by the experience of these days.

"It's worthy of the ninth mountain......

Fang Yun recalled the experience of entering the Confucian Saint Literary Realm, and his life was extremely chaotic, and he was completely out of his control.

"Zhang Longxiang's increasing gray hair, is it because of "Yi Chuan", or is it because of me?"

Fang Yun felt deeply tired.

"Once the hard work has been encountered, there are few stars in the fight. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs. Panic beachhead said panic, zero Ding Yang sighed zero Ding...... Where is talking about Wen Tianxiang, where is talking about Zhang Longxiang, it is clearly talking about our luck!"

Fang Yun slowly walked back to the table, sat on a chair, held an ink ingot, and slowly studied the ink.

After a while, Fang Yun held up the loose right cuff with his left hand, and reached for the inkstone with a pen in his right hand, dipping it in jet-black ink.

"Do you want to finish writing "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang"?"

Fang Yun thought to himself, and couldn't help but write.

After a hard encounter, there are few stars in the fight. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs......

Looking at the seven words "life experience ups and downs, rain and rain", Fang Yun stopped his pen, crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it on the ground, and then put down the pen again with a look of amazement.

Spring Hope.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

Fang Yun remembered that a few days ago, standing at the head of the city and looking south, the territories belonging to the Chu State had been destroyed, but the mountains and rivers were still there, and in this spring, the old land was overgrown with wild grass.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

At this moment, I am extremely sad, even when I see the flowers in full bloom, I can't help but cry, because I am separated from my family and friends, even if I hear the cheerful birdsong, I will feel heartache.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

When the two armies were at war, letters between the battlefield and their hometown were more precious than ten thousand taels of gold, because only relatives could soothe one's sorrow.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

Depression and upset can only make people scratch their heads, so that their hair is getting thinner and thinner, and they can't even tie their hair with hairpins.

Poetry is a poem, and the sound spreads thousands of miles!

Within a radius of thousands of miles, everyone could hear as if Zhang Longxiang was reciting this "Spring Hope" in an extremely grand voice.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

The fragrance of ink overflowed, and the people of the entire Pearl City smelled the strange fragrance of ink, and at the same time were infected by the feelings in this poem.

The pages of poetry burn.

The Yuan Qi in the sky above the Marshal's Mansion frantically gathered towards Fang Yun's location, and the nearby Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was emptied in an instant.

Most of the readers in Zhucheng felt the change in vitality.

After listening to this poem, Wei Changxian's face turned pale, but then a look of sarcasm appeared, but when he found that the vitality in the sky above Fang Yun began to condense, his face changed greatly, and he quickly ran to Lumenhou's study, and at the same time urgently passed the book.

"Marshal, something is wrong! This poem has spread thousands of miles, and it is obviously a poem that has become a town, but it can actually attract the vitality of heaven and earth, and it is very likely to be the same as Fang Xusheng's "Water Tune Song Head", forming a strange poem that has been handed down to the world! Please marshal isolate the vitality of heaven and earth, interrupt this poem, and suppress Zhang Longxiang!"

Wei Changxian ran a few steps, but found that Lumen Hou did not reply to him, and the temple did not move.

In the Pearl River Military Camp, Tongsheng Liu He'an took out the letter from his arms, looked at the address on the envelope, and was indignant.

"What a heroic man the last Zhujiang Marquis was, this little marquis is good, and he won't even let the family letter be sent! No wonder many people are scolding, I think the scolding is light! Originally, he wrote a letter to his hometown after the Qingming Festival, but if there was no Zhang Longxiang, Lao Tzu's letter would have already arrived in the hands of my mother! My mother could not receive the letter, and she must have run to the village every day to look at the direction of the Pearl River and cry. ”

As he spoke, Liu He'an's eyes turned red.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of poetry chanting from the sky.

After listening to the poem, Liu He'an burst into tears and wet his family letters.

"Woo woo......" Liu He'an couldn't hold back any longer, covered his eyes with his right hand and cried, but only cried a few times, he suddenly took away his right hand and looked at the family letter he was holding in his left hand.

The letter trembled slightly.

Liu He'an felt extremely surprised, the letter was automatic, he should have been frightened by this kind of abnormality, but now he instinctively felt relieved, and then, he started easily.

I saw the letter spin in mid-air, as if to say goodbye, and then I heard a swishing sound and flew straight into the sky.

Liu He'an looked at the sky, and tears flowed again, because the letters were flying in the direction of his hometown, and because tens of thousands of letters were flying from Zhucheng into the air, flying into the distance.

Letters fly north like geese.

"Is this a saint helping us?" Liu He'an looked into the distance with teary eyes, watching the letter gradually fade away.

At this moment, 300,000 soldiers looked up to the north, and 800,000 people in Zhucheng looked up to the north.

Fang Yun was also looking north, and he saw a letter flying from his residence, which was his reading experience to Zhang Jing'an.

Fang Yun smiled indifferently and strolled forward.

"Spring Hope" went straight to the top of the Hanlin Literature List.

The list was blown up, the Confucian Literary Realm was blown up, and the Shengyuan Continent was blown up.

Within a few minutes, the titles of the articles on the literary list are all praised.

"The No. 1 talent in the literary world! Zhang! Dragon! Elephant!"

"Ten years of prison tears have not dried, and a piece of "Spring Hope" moves the world!"

"Never before, it will be difficult for the future to come!"

"Eight sentences set the heart of the army, and one poem settles the world!"

This poem is far better than Fang Xusheng's "Water Tune Song Head"!

"The merit of the world, better than the ancient name!"

"The name of the dragon elephant, the power of the dragon elephant!".

(To be continued.) )