In the direction of Datong County, I don't know how many mountain women with sad faces I saw along the Chu River, and the number of young and strong people working in the fields also decreased significantly.

People in troubled times are not as good as dogs, and those who have accumulated big families have nothing, but the poor mountain people who have been living a tight life, the terrible impact of this war has been fully revealed.

Many of the worlds that have pulled out green shoots are irrigated and fertilized, and no one takes care of them, and people carrying packages and children to other places can be seen everywhere on the road, and there is no hope on their faces.

On both sides of the road, from time to time, you can see old and weak women and children who have lost their strength and have no way to fall to the ground, and even some have completely lost their breath, faintly smelling, and I don't know how long they have been dead.

Chu He's mood was no longer confused and expectant when he set off, and he was uncontrollably infected by the breath of this miserable world.

Wu Mei'er didn't speak or make noise, but just hugged Chu He with both hands. At the age of four or five, she already knows the difficulties and helplessness of life.

The two old men who supported each other, who should have been a fleeing couple, suddenly fell to the ground with weak feet.

Chu He couldn't help it, let Wu Mei'er sit down, turned over and dismounted, and didn't speak, sent the kettle with demon honey to the old man's mouth, fed them honey water, and then silently handed them two pancakes, leaving a few pieces of broken silver.

In the old man's words of gratitude, Chu He silently got on the horse and walked out of Xu Yuan without a word.

Jing Xiong suddenly sighed: "Qianyuan, you can't help them." The dry bread you left behind may give them support for two or three days, but what about a few days later? ”

In fact, Jing Xiong already knew that the two old men had already lost their lives, but he didn't tell Chu He.

The control of the surrounding situation by the four bachelors was far above the Chu River, and when the Chu River was making cakes and silver taels for the old man, Jing Xiong found that there were two young men looking at the old man with glowing eyes in the dark.

He is different from Chu He, and his more than 30 years of experience has let him know that this is impossible to avoid.

Even if he helped the old man this time, but he couldn't help the second time, could it be for the sake of the two old men to kill the young man who was coveted in secret?

If they don't kill, when they leave, the young man will still do something to the old man, and for the sake of his own life, no words can deter the two young people.

Chu He looked at Jing Xiong with a solemn face, "Master Jing, there is something unknown in the hidden abyss. ”

Jing Xiong nodded and said, "What do you know?"

Chu Hexuan said: "The Three Kingdoms are established, and the people have been recuperating for more than ten years, and there have been no natural disasters in these ten years, why is it that a mere bandit rebellion makes the people so miserable?"

Jing Xiong said lightly: "The authority of the Three Kingdoms is concentrated in the hands of the Gaomen Shi clan, even if the grain is harvested, it will eventually fall into the hands of the Gaomen Shi clan, and how much silver and grain can ordinary people save after a year's work." ”

"If you want to get rid of such a fate, you can only strive to become a nobleman. ”

Chu He nodded and said, "Also, it has always been the people at the bottom and the most powerless who have always suffered. ”

What he saw and heard along the way further identified Chu He's confidence in seizing strength.

A song suddenly appeared in his heart, and he couldn't help but sing in a low voice: "The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on the surface of Qinzhou Road." ”

Jing Xiong's body shook slightly, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Chu He.

Then I heard Chu He say again: "Looking at Shudu, hesitate." Sad, the Qin and Han dynasties, the palace and thousands of rooms have been made of soil. Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer. ”

Jing Xiong couldn't help but shout loudly: "What a sentence: 'Prosperity, the people suffer;

"Qianyuan, this word was made by you, although the style of this word is a little peculiar, but it is definitely a work of hand-me-down, such a hand-me-down term, Jing has never heard of it?"

Of course, Chu He knew that Jing Xiong could not have heard the lyrics of this song, this was Zhang Yanghao's "Mountain Slope Sheep, Tongshan Nostalgia" in the Yuan Dynasty, which appeared a thousand years later, and Chu He only slightly modified it.

There are many differences between the style of words in the Yuan Dynasty and the popular poetry in the Three Kingdoms now, but the meaning of compassion and compassion contained in it can also deeply infect Jing Xiong, a Confucian scholar from the Three Kingdoms.

From the meaning contained in the poem, it is impossible for Chu He, a child who is only eight or nine years old, to make it, and Chu He has no intention of encroaching on Zhang Yanghao's ancient masterpiece.

"This is the work of an alien that Qianyuan met before, but Qianyuan doesn't know where the alien is now, and now when he sees all this in front of him, he can't help but think of this poem. ”

Jing Xiong sighed and said: "The stranger you have met must be a real hidden Confucian, who has penetrated the principles of heaven and earth before he can write a masterpiece that has been handed down to the world! This word is by no means something that ordinary literati can make." ”

He couldn't help but chant in a low voice: "The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Qinzhou Road." Looking at the capital of Shu, he hesitated. Sad, the Qin and Han dynasties, the palace and thousands of rooms have been made of soil. Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer. ”

Jing Xiong's chanting speed became faster and faster, and finally there was an extremely shocked look on his face.

"This ...... This ......"

He said the word twice in a row, but he couldn't say it anymore.

Chu He asked in surprise, "Master Jing, what's wrong with this?"

Jing Xiong took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down, but the shock in his voice could not be hidden: "This is actually a battle song for condensing and restoring luck!"

"Battle words?" Chu He looked at Jing Xiong puzzled!

Jing Xiong looked at Chu He with an extremely serious face, and suddenly asked, "Qianyuan, do you know where the power of our literati comes from?"

Chu He blurted out and said, "The source of power is naturally the ubiquitous Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi. ”

Jing Xiong shook his head: "This sentence is correct for a martial artist. ”

"The vitality of heaven and earth can greatly temper and strengthen the body, so that the martial artist has unparalleled strength. But why is it that we literati, whose physical fitness is far inferior to that of martial artists, can also use all kinds of powerful powers and spells?"

Chu He asked curiously, "Could it be that the power of the literati doesn't come from the vitality of heaven and earth?"

Jing Xiong said ambiguously: "That's right, it's not right!"

"Literati, in fact, there are many divisions, even the previous Yellow Turban Daoist, as well as Fang Shi and other people outside the party, can be classified into the category of literati, but what he cultivates is the same heaven and earth vitality as your martial artists. ”

"A simple literati, even if they don't use the power of heaven and earth, can have supreme power, which we call literary power! Literary power and luck are the source of the power of a simple literati. ”

"Literary power, originated from the holy words and true texts, from the ancient saints handed down the Taoist scriptures, some of the surviving Confucian writers, unparalleled scholars, can also make extremely powerful scriptures and poems, can greatly enhance the power of the literati!"

"The poems and songs that help the literati improve their combat effectiveness are all called war poems and war words!"

Jing Xiong explained to Chu He the basic knowledge of cultivation, and then took a deep breath: "This poem of yours has the ability to enhance the strength of the literati, and it is an extremely rare battle word!"