But when Su Yi was about to put away the famous thorn and touch the wooden card with her fingertips, she seemed to have received some information, and her face was a little strange. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This transfiguration can only be used twice, and after a while it will disappear. Su Yi said.

"How do you know?"

Su Yi shook his head, rubbed his fingers with a famous thorn, and said slowly: "Ahem, I only faintly sensed it, the mountain falling stone I caused this time is a small type, and the energy stored in the famous thorn is not much, and it will gradually be lost; ”

When the county officials heard this, they looked annoyed.

"It seems that we should cherish this last opportunity to communicate and use it again when there is an emergency, and in this way, the flying pigeon is still the main means of communication. Ji Xianling shook his head, a wry smile rising on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't talk about this, I'm just curious, how come I have never seen this wonder in the history books? Is it really too rare?" said the Imperial Fu Courtyard Officer, letting him dig up what he had learned in his memory, but still couldn't find any record of this wonder.

Xiang Congliu still maintained his smile, but his smile at the moment was more happy than usual.

"This spectacle is the first time it has appeared, and it was triggered by Su Shichou. Xiang Congliu said slowly.

Everyone was shocked.

Triggering a new spectacle is no worse than writing a classic.

Every time a new wonder appears, it can promote the progress of the entire human race to a greater or lesser extent, and the owner of the wonder will also be able to gain the admiration and worship of future generations.

People still remember the Taoist Lao Tzu who first triggered the spectacle of "Purple Qi Coming from the East";

I also remember Cao Di, the founder of the "One Blow" spectacle;

It is impossible to forget the savior saint who caused a series of wonders such as the unstoppable, the sword of the holy way, and the pen from Rong.

Nowadays, although the frequency of new spectacles has decreased, each time they appear, they can become a sensation and become known to the world, and everyone present can always give some examples.

"I remember that the most recent rebirth spectacle was the 'dream pen and flower' triggered by Ji Shaoyu decades ago?" asked a scribe curiously.

"Well, it is rumored that Ji Shaoyu touched the sages with his hard work, and when he was asleep, the latter condensed his thoughts into a flower brush, so this spectacle was named 'Dream Brush Flowers';

"This spectacle has no factual basis, because it was quietly triggered in sleep, so no one has seen the process of the dream pen flowering, and no one in later generations has led to this spectacle, and some people even suspect that Ji Shaoyu fabricated this matter out of thin air, intending to raise his reputation. The Imperial Court shook his head.

"However, it is indeed the first time that the flower brush has appeared in the Bingfeng Continent, and the old man thinks that this spectacle is real. The elder said.

"What happened to Ji Shaoyu later?" Jiang You asked curiously.

"Later, in order to prove that what he said was true, Ji Shaoyu brazenly entered the 'beacon tower' to kill the barbarians, and he has not returned to the mainland for more than 30 years; The head of the Imperial Court exhaled a long breath, and his expression was quite emotional.

"Whether the 'Dream Pen Gives Flowers' is true or not, we won't judge it, and now the new wonder 'Mountain Falling Stone' caused by Su Xian's nephew has appeared in front of our eyes, and we can be regarded as witnesses!" Ji Xianling said with a smile.

Everyone's eyes flashed with excitement, although it was not a new spectacle caused by them personally, but it was still an honor to be a witness to the latter.

Su Yi began to take the famous thorn back into the Zhuge sac, always feeling that its internal energy was surging, as if it was about to overflow.

"Seeing the new wonder come out with my own eyes, I die without regrets, but I don't know, what are the trigger conditions for the wonder of falling rocks in the mountains, and what is the specific effect?" someone asked.

It is not yet clear that this spectacle is only the first time it has been unveiled, and more examples are needed to verify the triggers and effects. The Imperial Court shook his head and replied.

"I can guess a few of the triggers, though. Ji County Ling said, "You look at this poem, the meaning is passionate, ambitious, for their own ambition even at the expense of 'breaking the wrist', perhaps it is this generosity and heroism born from sorrow, such alpine ambitions, can lead to the wonders of falling stones in the mountains." Ji Xian Ling gently stroked his palm, raised his head and sighed.

Many nodded in agreement.

"'The ambition is fame, why sigh when parting', we all have the same ambition, stepping on the same earth under our feet, we can see the same sky when we look up, even if we part, it seems that we still get along day and night, why sigh?"

Su Yi always kept his smile, this poem is one of his favorite parting poems, written by the Tang Dynasty hermit poet Tortoise Meng, Tortoise Meng was born in a family of eunuchs, and later lived in seclusion because of his lack of office, and lived in farming for a lifetime, although he prided himself as a hermit, but his ambition to cultivate himself and rule the country and level the world was not buried, and the lofty ambition in this parting poem is the greatest proof.

In ancient times, people's status was ranked by scholars, farmers and industrialists, and scholars always looked down on people who did farm work; although Tortoise Meng had great ambitions and was well-known in the literary world, he was willing to do the things of villains, personally went to the fields to cultivate, and even wrote the first monograph on agricultural tools in history, "The Book of Lei", which was one of the poets that Su Yi admired the most in later generations.

Su Yizheng sighed, and heard someone say: "The mountains and rocks, even if they are thousands of miles away, the friendship is still as heavy as the mountains...... Su Shichou, just for this poem, I must have a toast with you before leaving!"

"Okay, bring the wine!"

Su Yi smiled heartily and drank a glass with everyone, as if she had drunk the generosity in the poem in one gulp, and suddenly felt that the sorrow in her heart was swept away.

"By the way, this poem doesn't have a name yet, why don't Su Shicui title a poem, and when I talk about this poem in the future, it's easy to call it. The household scribe proposed.

Su Yi nodded, the title of the original poem was the word "Farewell", which was slightly sad, obviously not in line with the current atmosphere, so he closed his eyes, thought about it carefully, and said, "Then call it "The Road Ahead"!"

Many people savored it, and then praised it: "'The road ahead', even if the road ahead is full of dangers and obstacles, we must move forward despite the thorns and thorns;

Everyone also praised endlessly, Su Yi was about to write down the name of the poem, but saw that there was no pen on the page of the original manuscript, and the words "the road ahead" slowly surfaced on the far right.

"It seems that the sages of Wumiao also thought that the name of this poem was excellent, so they ghostwrote it for you. The Imperial Court said with a smile.

Su Yi nodded, hugged his fist to everyone again, and after saying goodbye solemnly, he said, "Everyone, I will wait for the road to coincide, and we will see you again in the future!"

"See you tomorrow!" said in unison.

Then, Su Yi wanted to turn around and go back to the car, but was stopped by Xiang Congliu.

"What are you doing in the car again?" said Xiang Congliu with a smile.

"Ah, if you don't get on the bus, do you want to take a boat to South Xuzhou?"

Su Yi was confused, and Jiang You and Wu Xia were also suspicious.

Xiang Congliu raised his eyebrows, smiled mysteriously, and took out a golden military scroll from his sleeve.

Su Yi looked at the surface of this military script, which was only engraved with a white overlapping pattern of double swords, which was a low-grade sword script, which was the lowest level in the military script, and he didn't know what to do with it.

I only listened to Xiang Congliu spread out the military text and read it aloud:

The quiet sword roars, purifies my heart, and the present and the past are strong, and the people are aspired.

The secluded scabbard rings my spine, and the thunder strikes constantly, and the mountain collapses unmoving.

The hilt of the sword is secluded, the star is loyal, the country forgets home, and the blood is turned into blue.

The faint blade of the sword, indignant and affectionate, marches with the army, and plunders the barbarian camp at night.

......

After listening to the poem, Su Yi realized that this poem was actually written by describing a sword to express his lofty ambition to sacrifice himself for the country and his strong desire to fight bravely.

After reading the poem, this space shook slightly.

Suddenly, a delicate broadsword leaped out of the paper of the military text, hovering over everyone's heads, like a domesticated goshawk, not only showing loyalty, but also retaining the rebellious wildness of soaring into the sky.

Everyone wondered, what did Xiang Congliu do when he summoned a sword?

But before they could speak, the question in their throats was swallowed back into their stomachs.

Because, this sword actually expanded slowly, and it turned into a giant sword more than 20 zhang long and three or four zhang wide, occupying the river beach next to the official road, almost covering a piece of heaven and earth.

A flash of surprise flashed in Su Yi's eyes, and several partners were surprised when they saw this scene.

"This, could this be the 'Soldier's Poetry'?" Ji Xianling's eyes widened, and the look of shock in his pupils almost overflowed his eyes.

Soldier's boat poetry is a branch of military literature, as the name suggests, is to chant weapons, produce the vision of weapons turned into boats, for carrying people and goods, very convenient; although the speed and carrying capacity of the boats will be slightly different because of the quality of the poems, but in any case they are countless times faster than the carriages on the ground and the boats in the rivers.

The straight-line distance from Sushui County to South Xuzhou is about several hundred miles, and the official road is winding and winding, and it takes nearly a thousand miles to walk; originally it took two or three days to reach the road by horse-drawn carriage or boat, but with this military boat, the time should be greatly shortened.

Many people dream of having such a convenient and fast means of transportation, but they know very well in their hearts that the poetry of Bingzhou is very rare, and apart from the Privy Council, I am afraid that only those top generals can have it. (To be continued.) )