(ps: Yesterday's flow code word to 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, there is still 2k words, but I fell asleep on the table, suddenly woke up at more than 4 o'clock, desperately coded the word to more than 6 o'clock, finally completed the task, and slept for more than three hours to go to work, alas...... ）

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"Okay!" Seeing that Su Yi was going to compose a poem to cherish the sages, everyone applauded. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Su Yi took three sticks of incense, and after bowing three times to the statue and tablet of the sage Li Guang, she closed her eyes, as if she was brewing something.

Everyone else was also silent, and there was a sound of needles falling in the martial temple, for fear of disturbing Su Yi's thinking.

Su Yi remembered a medium-length poem she had read, which vividly described the scene of the entire war, which was very suitable for the situation and scene that Su Yi saw last night!

So, in a solemn atmosphere, Su Yi opened her mouth and said:

The smoke and dust of the Han family are in the northeast, and the Han will quit his family and break the thief.

Men are self-respecting, and the Son of Heaven is very colorful.

The golden felling drum is under the Yuguan, and the banner is between the stones.

Captain Yushu flew to the Hanhai, and he was only in the Wolf Mountain by hunting fire.

Every time Su Yi pronounced a word, a big golden character floated out of his mouth, revolving around Su Yi's body, like a butterfly flying and a star circling.

Everyone's eyes lit up, thinking that this poem must be excellent, otherwise even within the scope of the martial temple, it would be impossible to generate such a vision out of thin air.

Su Yi didn't care about this vision at all, as if she hadn't seen it, and when she thought of this, she closed her eyes again and brewed.

Huangfu Yuan, Cheng Ziang and several sacrificial personnel nodded and exchanged in low voices.

The first two lines of this poem point out the time and place of the war, the northeast of the Han Dynasty, simple and bright, and the opening is almost perfect!"

"Well, and the second sentence describes the Han general's bravado when he led the army to the battle, the army was sharp and strong, and even the Son of Heaven gave the soldiers a very heavy reward; the third sentence also wrote the scene of the big army drums and horns noisy and swaggering in the field, which can be seen how confident this army is, through these two sentences of the description of the expedition, the side shows the strength of the army at that time! These two sentences are wonderful as words of praise!"

When the Imperial Court heard this, he shook his head and smiled inexplicably.

"Hey, but this fourth sentence ......" someone frowned.

"Why did the scene turn in the fourth sentence, writing a flying pigeon biography conveys the urgency of the military situation ahead, and the danger of 'only hunting fire and shining on Wolf Mountain', which is extremely inconsistent with the confidence and publicity of the first three sentences. ”

Cheng Ziang's eyes lit up, and he said: "I see, these four lines of poetry are not the end, but only the beginning! The word 'flying' in the fourth sentence vividly and vividly shows the danger of the battle situation on the front line, and it just contrasts with the previous two sentences, so the second and third sentences are not praises, but satirical of this army's ostentatious and wasteful display and ridicule of the leading generals' invincibility and courage to underestimate the enemy! Isn't the word 'rampant' precisely expressing this? I guess that after these four sentences, there will be the following!"

The Imperial Court smiled approvingly.

Later, I listened to Su Yi recite:

The mountains and rivers are depressed and the extreme border soil, and Hu rides with the wind and rain.

The soldiers were half dead in front of the army, and the beauties were still singing and dancing.

The desert is poor and the grass is stuffed in autumn, and the sunset in the lonely city is sparse.

As a grace, he often underestimated the enemy, and tried his best to close the mountain and not solve the siege.

The words swirling around Su Yi doubled sharply, but its color changed from gold to a faint scarlet, and there seemed to be anger in it, and blood was in the air.

"Sure enough, the previous fourth sentence made the atmosphere loose and tightened, and played the role of connecting the previous and the next, and from the fifth sentence onwards, the battle really entered a critical juncture!" Cheng Ziang said, "The fifth sentence writes about the vastness of the terrain, and there is no danger to rely on, you think about it, what is the greatest advantage of the barbarians? It is the mobility on the plains! If the human race encounters the barbarians on the plains, it will inevitably have a bloody battle, and it is rare to win on the superior terrain of the barbarians." ”

The fifth sentence expresses the sinister nature of the battlefield and the majesty of the barbarian tribes, which are raging with iron hooves and like a storm and rain; and the sixth sentence is even more contradictory: The soldiers are forgetting their lives and fighting hard in front of the battle, but the generals in the rear are watching the songs and dances of the beauties and have fun! How can such a mediocre general command the three armies and fight against the enemy? In my opinion, this army will definitely be defeated!" A sacrificial official concluded in a sonorous and powerful manner.

That's right, the sixth sentence is followed by the scene of defeat: the human race is surrounded by barbarians, exhausted and sparsely armed, and the army is almost lost, and the sunset over the ancient city and the ruined scene of the desert highlight the desolation of defeat...... The eighth sentence is to accuse the general of underestimating the enemy, even if he tries his best at this moment, he will not be able to save the declining situation!"

Everyone was indignant and kept accusing the incompetence of the generals in the poem, which simply cost the lives of thousands of soldiers.

The affairs of the Imperial Court also sighed, as if it was mixed with infinite sympathy.

Everyone waited quietly for Su Yi's next words, and they knew that this poem was definitely not over yet.

Sure enough, Su Yi spoke again:

The iron-clad soldiers have worked hard for a long time, and the jade chopsticks should cry goodbye to the future.

The young woman in the south of the city wants to break her bowels, and she recruits people to look back in the north of the thistle.

The wind is fluttering, and the boundless expanse is even greater.

The murderous aura made a cloud at three o'clock, and the cold sound spread all night.

The number of big characters hovering in the air increased again, but the brilliance of all the words dissipated at this moment, and the darkness and darkness in them seemed to be born out of thin air, like weeping and complaining.

This time, no one commented, because they were all stuck in a swamp of grief.

These four sentences deeply portray the inner pain of the soldiers: Their respective wives and children, fathers and elders are hoping that they will be able to return home, but at this moment there is no time for them to reunite, and it is impossible for the soldiers to return to their hometowns; since there is no hope of survival, they should die and die for their country! In this vast battlefield, can we tell other scenery besides desolation?

A few people bit their lips, and two or three began to wipe away tears.

They looked forward to each other with tears in their eyes, waiting for Su Yi to add an ending to this poem.

Su Yi groaned:

Looking at the white blades and blood, the festival of death has never been Gu Xun.

You don't see the hardships of the battlefield, and you still remember General Li.

Every time Su Yi spit out a word, the big characters dancing around her body also brightened, diffusing a little golden light, like a spring breeze warming, and everything recovering.

"Okay!" Cheng Ziang's face turned red, his heart surged, and thousands of emotions turned into this one word.

"Good poems, good poems! The whole poem is tragic and magnificent, and the last paragraph is even more resounding! These soldiers fought bloody battles, and the spirit of treating death as if they were at home, was it for the sake of meritorious service?

"However, the lives of these righteous men have been cut short by those incompetent generals who have taken the risk of making rash moves, sad, lamentable!"

The crowd sighed.

"The first paragraph writes about the march, the second paragraph about the defeat, and the third paragraph about the death fight and mourning, and all the pen and ink are used to render the tragic atmosphere; and in this last paragraph, it is sharp, through the lament of the defeat in the war, through the ridicule of the incompetent generals, so as to remember the outstanding sage Longhou: if Li Guang was alive, how could he be so easily defeated at the hands of the barbarians, and lose his troops and generals?"

"Not only that, but it was written above that the soldiers were fighting to the death, but the generals were singing and dancing, which was very cruel, and the sage Li Guang was a well-known sympathetic soldier and was loved by everyone, how could such a ruthless scene happen?"

"That's right, these last two sentences summarize the whole article, which can be the finishing touch!"

"You don't see the hardships of the battlefield, and you still remember General Li...... It's a famous sentence for the ages!"

A few people sighed.

"From the Han Dynasty to the present, in the long past 100 years, there have been more than 10 million wars at the border passes? How can a mediocre general who drives soldiers like chickens and dogs win? Because of the incompetence of the generals, there are more than 100 million soldiers who have buried their lives and buried their bodies in other places? For thousands of years, in addition to the sage Li Guang, there have been several famous generals who guarded the frontier and threatened Mobei? How can people not cherish the memory of him?" Cheng Ziang clenched his fists and sighed again and again.

"Reciting it again, how can the whole poem be described as imposing and tragic? This poem will surely be sung all over the world!"

Su Yi smiled slightly, this poem is the Tang Dynasty Gao Shi's "Yan Ge Xing", not only by later generations as the "first big article", but also one of the pinnacle masterpieces in the entire Tang Dynasty Biansai poems, which describes the whole war with refined pen and ink The vigorous agitation, generosity and sadness, in the end to commemorate Li Guang The final chapter, the artistic conception is majestic and far-reaching, can be recited through the ages, is it accidental?

Just as Su Yi turned around, the hundreds of words around him suddenly burst into sky-high golden rays, gurgling like a stream of water, slowly merging into Li Guang's statue.

The crowd was amazed, and they didn't know what this vision meant.

Then, everyone saw that Li Guang's statue gushed out a pale white light, and a light shot out of his eyes, burrowing into Su Yi's eyebrows.

Su Yi was dizzy for a while, and quickly stood still, and when she felt the changes in the training ground, she wondered in her heart: "Huh? The special effect of the Golden Cicada Shelling Scheme in the Destiny of Heaven Star has actually changed somewhat? I don't know what it has become, so when I am free, I will try it in the training ground." Besides, how did the bow in the ego statue's hand turn black? It was originally just a plain lime color......"

Su Yi looked at it for a long time, but she couldn't see any other changes in this bow besides its appearance, so she had to give up.

At this time, an inquiring voice came from behind Su Yi: "Su Shichou, what was the light before?"

"I don't know very much, I just feel that a certain trick I learned has changed a little, I don't know the specifics, I'll try it later. Su Yi replied.

The faces of the people were regretful, as if they were scratching their hearts with a hundred claws, and they were extremely curious.

Su Yi left the Wu Temple with the priests present, and at this time, from a fasting room on the left side of the square, a young priest stumbled out, raised a fold in his hand, and said loudly: "A new prayer has been born!"

"Sacrifice to the important land, no noise!" The Imperial Fu Yuan snorted coldly, and when he saw that the other party was ashamed, he nodded and took the fold.

Unfolding the fold, everyone looked at it, and it turned out to be the poem that Su Yi had read before, and at this moment, the title had been added with the words "Prayer in Memory of General Li".

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, I had expected it before, I didn't expect this poem to really turn into a prayer for the martial temple!" (To be continued.) )