Jing Xiong looked stunned, thinking that he had misheard, and only after a while did he ask: "Qianyuan, this mountain slope sheep, Qinzhou Huaigu, is it your own doing?"

Chu He nodded, without the slightest hint of shame and modesty on his face: "Not bad!"

Jing Xiong frowned slightly, and said with a somewhat unhappy face: "Although it is wrong for my brother, I shouldn't spread the mountain slope sheep and Qinzhou nostalgia on my own, but Qianyuan shouldn't joke with Jing." Brother Wei has already said that he will definitely give you an explanation!"

Chu He's face was straight: "Qianyuan didn't joke with you. This hillside sheep Qinzhou nostalgia is indeed made by Qianyuan. ”

Jing Xiong twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at Chu He very seriously, but he didn't see anything unusual, and couldn't help but say suspiciously: "You grew up in Qinghe Village since you were a child, and my brother has never heard that you have practiced Wendao, how can you make such a hand-me-down battle word?"

Chu He was a little helpless, he couldn't explain to Jing Xiong at all, so he had to say: "You should be born to know the hidden abyss." ”

When making this poem, Qianyuan didn't think that it would be a war word. If Brother Jing doesn't believe it, Chu He can make a few more poems. ”

He paused for a moment, laid the groundwork for himself in advance, and continued: "It's just that Qianyuan has not systematically practiced Wendao, and the style of words is probably a little different from the current poetry, and it may not be like the mountain slope sheep and Qinzhou Huaigu can improve the combat power of warriors and scribes." ”

He knows more or less that the poems and songs of the Three Kingdoms are mainly short sentences, such as Cao Cao's most famous short songs, and the poems in Chu Ci, etc., even if Cao Zhi's seven-step poems are only five words.

In comparison, the poetry and songs of later generations are much more relaxed, but because of this, they are also more wonderful and outstanding.

Chu He believes that since the mountain slope sheep and Qinzhou nostalgia can become war words, then those famous articles in later generations may not be able to become war poems and war words.

Even if the aesthetics of the scribes of the Three Kingdoms were different from those of later generations of literati, as long as the poems had the power to enhance their combat power, no matter how strange the style of words was, they would not dare to say that the poems were bad.

Chu He saw that Jing Xiong's face was still suspicious, and he sighed slightly in his heart, Jing Xiong didn't believe in himself as much as Qin Shengnan, so he simply thought about it a little, and a famous poem appeared in his mind.

But I saw him singing slowly: "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns." You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing has sad white hair, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk!"

Jing Xiong's body shook suddenly, and he couldn't hide his shock and looked at Chu He.

He, a scribe, was very knowledgeable, and he could hear the extraordinary nature of this poem as soon as he heard it.

Moreover, "Will Enter the Wine" uses the tune of the short flute cymbal song of Han Yuefu, which is a new poetic style after the "Book of Songs" and "Chu Ci", which is definitely in line with the poetic style of the scribes of the Three Kingdoms.

Chu He did not stop, and continued to sing: "Life must be exhausted, don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon." ”

This famous sentence for the ages was sung, which made Jing Xiong stunned and speechless, this is from the mouth of a child, I am afraid that even if it is a six-grade Confucian, it will be difficult to write such a chapter!

"I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

Cao Zhi used to feast peacefully, and he fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

Qinglian monk, also known as the immortal, his poems are famous in later generations, if you say who may become a war poem in later generations, Li Bai's poems are definitely among the best, and Chu He is unceremoniously borrowed for use.

However, King Chen used to feast peacefully, but Chu He was changed to Cao Zhi, and now Cao Zhi should not be called King Chen, and it is a little unreasonable for him, a Shu person, to call Cao Zhi of Great Wei the king.

Anyway, Chu He has left his face behind, in order to condense his luck and improve his realm, he defeated Chen Bao a year later, and what about being a copyist. Anyway, no one in this world knows that he copied the poems.

After singing the song "Will Enter the Wine", Jing Xiong was already sweating profusely, looking at Chu He in disbelief.

He really didn't know how Chu He made such a peerless chapter, and this was definitely the first time he had heard of this poem.

If it is said that the mountain slope and Yangqinzhou nostalgia were made by Yiren, Chu He learned by chance, but Yiren is afraid that he will not sing two famous poems in front of Chu He in a row, and Chu He, a child who does not cultivate literature and Taoism, can write it down completely!

Jing Xiong couldn't even control the spirit of the envoy, and used the power of the true text and holy words to recite this immortal's "Will Enter the Wine"!

The strong spiritual power of the four grades of knowledge makes their memory extremely amazing, and "Will Enter the Wine" is memorized word for word.

Subsequently, Jing Xiong could not hide his shock and fear.

He unexpectedly found that his temperament had more than doubled in an instant!

Moreover, he can also feel that this poem contains an incomparably strong resilience, which can constantly restore the tone!

What is the literary spirit? That is the foundation of all literati! Even if it is the mountain slope sheep and Qinzhou nostalgia, the condensed and restored qi luck, in the end, in order to transform it into combat power, it is necessary to transform the qi luck into the literary qi!

More than double the literary temperament, which means that the combat power of the literati is more than doubled!

The most terrifying thing is that this is by no means the upper limit of "Will Enter the Wine", Jing Xiong has such power just by reciting it, if he understands it thoroughly, the power of "Will Enter the Wine" will probably increase several times!

Jing Xiong couldn't help but use the True Text Divine Words in a row, and sure enough, the consumed Wen Qi was replenished in an instant.

"A good sentence of life must be exhausted, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon, a good sentence I am born to be useful, and the daughter will come back when it is gone!"

Jing Xiong sighed twice in a row, and finally his face turned straight, and he looked at Chu He with a groomed appearance: "Dare to ask what the name of this poem is?"

Chu He said in a deep voice: "Will enter the wine!"

"A good song will go into the wine!"

Jing Xiong clapped his hands and praised, then groaned, and only hesitated for a long time before he hesitated and said: "Qianyuan, if it is the nostalgia of Qinzhou on the hillside, it is really done by you, even if it is respected by Zheng as a master...... Borrow, you can also take back the battle words. ”

In this world where the master is like a father, it is indeed not easy for him to say this.

Chu He was stunned for a moment, of course he could be sure that it was Zheng Wei who stole his poems, and asked at the moment: "Now that Zheng Xuan has been promoted to a great Confucian with the help of the luck condensed by poetry, even if Brother Jing bluntly pointed out that this word was made by me, but people in the world are afraid that they will only believe the words of Zheng Wei, a six-grade great Confucian!"

Jing Xiong's face changed for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "As long as you go up to the Question Heart Table, and at the same time recite the battle words, the power of the Question Heart Platform will naturally be able to distinguish who is the real author of the war words." ”

"However, if none of the battle words are made by the people on the Asking Heart Table, whoever can invoke the stronger power of the Battle Words, the luck of the Asking Heart Terrace will be poured into whoever else!"

What he meant was that if Chu He lied, it would be impossible to compete with Zheng Wei, and once he got on the platform of inquiry, he would definitely make Chu He's reputation discredited and ridiculed by the world!

Chu He snorted coldly: "I can't think of such a way to judge the author of poetry, I don't care whether Zheng Wei is a great Confucian or not, I have to go to the inquiry platform to seek justice! I'm afraid that he won't dare to go to this inquiry platform!"

Jing Xiong smiled bitterly: "Zheng Wei...... Master, you will definitely go to the platform of inquiry. ”