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"Lord Assassin Shi is embarrassed, we all know that Xiaosheng was poor when he was a child, but what can he represent himself?" Su Yi shook her head.

"It's not a problem. Jiang You proposed, "You and I have the same dilemma, but I made up a mathematical poem on the spot before, so you might as well follow the pattern and leave ...... Yes, your poems have spread all over the Yangtze River, so it's better to leave a poem!"

People's eyes lit up, after Su Yi wrote the heroic poem "Dragon City Flying General" the night before, I am afraid that few people in the world will doubt Su Yi's poetry anymore, his poems are more valuable than any souvenirs!

Su Yi pondered for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay! Then Xiaosheng will leave a poem to commemorate today's situation!"

Ji County's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked the guy to bring a table, and then lined up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and sharpened the ink for Su Yi with his own hands.

Seeing this, the corners of the mouths trembled slightly, and the dignified county order sharpened ink for a student, which is simply known to everyone in Sima Zhao's heart! If Su Yi's poem can be passed down for thousands of years, the future history books will definitely be able to mention the county order of grinding ink, which can be regarded as a good name for the ages.

Su Yi didn't care about this, he stood in front of the table, sometimes looking at the surrounding scenery, sometimes looking down and thinking, as if he was brewing something.

Everyone didn't dare to disturb, they all stretched their necks and looked curiously.

Su Shi'er lifted the curtain and looked at Su Yi's back, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Su Yi looked at the surrounding scenery, at this moment, the emerald shore was sandwiched, the morning light was faint, the river and mountains in the distance, the morning sun added a golden outline to the mountains, and the morning dew in the near distance bent the branches of the weeds.

Seeing this scene, Su Yi couldn't help but think of a sentence in Cao Cao's "Short Song Xing": "When you sing about wine, what is your life?

In the face of fine wine, you should sing, life is short, and the years are like a shuttle;

It's like the morning dew is fleeting, and there is too much time to lose.

It's just that, not to mention that this poem was written by an ancestor, and at this moment, it is sad and parting, and it shouldn't add more sorrow, so Su Yi gave up the framing and devoted herself to brewing feelings.

After a long time, Su Yi picked up the pen, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote down two lines.

The husband is not without tears, and he does not shed parting.

Fighting the sword against the wine, shame for the wanderer.

After writing the two sentences, Su Yi seemed to be in a state of mind, closed her eyes again, and adjusted her mood.

Ji Xianling fixed his eyes, a ray of essence flashed in his eyes, and he immediately turned on the drum horn and read out the poem written by Su Yi.

When everyone heard this, they were amazed by the praise.

"I originally thought that Su Mitian would write poems to express the sorrow of parting, but I didn't expect him to do the opposite;

"Why doesn't the husband shed tears?, but he doesn't want to shed tears at the moment of parting, and when facing the parting toast, he should sing and dance with his sword high, ashamed to be as sad as the ordinary wanderer...... This poem is wonderful, and it is also talented!" the imperial palace affairs praised loudly.

I didn't expect this parting to be so impassioned and full of pride written by Su Xian's nephew, the words here are really unique, and at this moment, I can clearly appreciate the heroism and open-mindedness in his heart. Captain Li also slapped his palms and applauded.

"If Su Shichou is still like an ordinary poet at this moment of parting, he is still like an ordinary poet, writing parting poems with sad words, but he will fall behind;

"As soon as these two sentences come out, they will overwhelm the old-fashioned farewell poems of the past, which can be masterful!"

Everyone also echoed, Xiang Congliu walked to Su Yi's side, stared at the paper, and did not speak for a long time.

After a long time, he spoke: "I suspect that the mountain is falling from the rock, and the deaf sound in my ears, but I don't know where it came from, which is amazing." ”

The expressions of the officials were awe-inspiring, and what they meant was: they suspected that they had heard the roar of the falling boulders of the mountains, but when they turned their heads, they did not find the corresponding scene, which made people marvel.

What does this mean? It shows that although this poem is silent, it can make people feel so shocked that it roars in the ears, and it simply praises this poem to the sky.

But not long after Xiang Congliu's voice fell, everyone really heard the sound of a landslide, and at the same time, even the earth was shaken.

Everyone present was suspicious: Could it be that he was really like Xiang Tingshi, and his heart was too shocked and hallucinated?

But Duanmu Zhong turned his head to look, his eyes suddenly widened, he raised his hand and pointed upward, and exclaimed, "Look there, everyone!"

Everyone was suspicious, looked up, and was dumbfounded.

Not far away, a hundred-foot-high mountain phantom appeared, and I saw a huge boulder rolling down from the top of the mountain, smashing heavily to the foot of the mountain, making a loud rumbling sound.

Young and old, everyone looked at each other.

"This, is it a coincidence that this really happened to the wonder of 'falling rocks from the high mountain'?"

Seeing these two poems, even the mountains resonated with them...... What is the explanation for this spectacle? I have never heard of such a spectacle in history. ”

"This poem is not over yet, just look at Su Shichou to write it. Xiang Congliu's eyes flashed with brilliance, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

Everyone looked at Su Yi again.

I saw Su Yi raise the pen again to write the second half of this poem, and finally finished the poem.

The husband is not without tears, and he does not shed parting.

Fighting the sword against the wine, shame for the wanderer.

As soon as the pit viper stings his hand, the strong man breaks his wrist.

The ambition is fame, what a sigh to part!

Ji County also read out the second half of the sentence, and every time he pronounced a word, his expression suddenly shone a point.

"Good...... Good poem!" Captain Li raised his hand to pat the table, but he was afraid that the pages on the table would be damaged, so he had to slap his thigh with a palm.

"Borrowing love and singing aspirations, it is worthy of ten points!" the clerk of the office was amazed.

"What is the interpretation of this third sentence, if you are bitten by a snake, you will cut off your wrist to prevent the spread of toxins, so as to save your life?" Wu Xia scratched his head, looking ignorant.

"Hehe, if you only read the surface, this third sentence doesn't mean much, but if you think about it carefully, what is a poisonous snake?"

"Poisonous snakes are the dangers of the road ahead!" Ji Xian Ling immediately restrained his smile and replied solemnly.

"That's right, using poisonous snakes as a metaphor for the difficult and dangerous road ahead, but even if the road is in danger, we should work hard, overcome obstacles, and be not afraid of hardships and sacrifices!

"As for the dangers and obstacles ahead of Su Shichou, everyone knows it. ”

Xiang Congliu also nodded, and everyone was silent.

Su Yi smiled slightly, even if the Lord and the faction used all their conspiracies and tricks, even if the barbarian soldiers pressed the realm, even if the Holy Dao was extremely difficult, how could they stop him?

"This fourth sentence ......"

Someone just wanted to say something, but they heard a continuous sound overhead, and for a while the mountains shook and the stones were like rain, and everyone looked up, and they were even more shocked and shocked.

The huge mountain above his head collapsed at this moment, turned into countless gravel and gravel, and converged into a long river of stone and sand, and actually drilled into the Zhuge sac in Su Yi's sleeve.

In the Zhuge bag was the Cheng Yi he had just collected and the famous thorns of many people.

Cheng Yi is the travel fee, just ordinary money, not as significant as a famous thorn, the latter not only represents the identity of the owner, when gifted to others, but also represents the friendship between the two parties.

Before the long river of stone and sand came, Su Yi's Zhuge sac trembled suddenly, and dozens of famous thorns erupted, and they were suspended in the air like this, slowly absorbing the long river of stone and sand in the eyes of everyone in shock.

Then, all the thorns poured out a dull glow like earth, but they quickly converged and fell back to the table, as if nothing had happened.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what had happened before.

Huangfu's eyes rolled, he pondered for a moment, took out another piece of his own famous thorn from Zhuge Bag, held it in his palm, closed his eyes, and injected spiritual power into it.

Subsequently, I saw the name thorn engraved with the words "Huangfu Industry" on the table, and jumped slightly.

Along with it were the eyelids of the crowd.

Holding the famous thorn, the affairs of the Imperial Court muttered: "This is my whim, so I confirmed it." ”

The second monk was confused, and he didn't know what the hell was going on in the Huangfu Academy.

But at this moment, the famous thorn in front of Su Yi's desk spit out a black line, turned into ink rain, and sprinkled down; fortunately, Su Yi withdrew the original manuscript of the poem in time, so that it was not stained by the ink rain.

This ink rain seemed to have spirituality, and after Su Yi took back the paper, it actually stagnated in mid-air, and it was not until Su Yi reopened a piece of paper that the ink rain spilled on the paper, and immediately formed a line of black characters, followed by the signature of the emperor's court.

Su Yi looked at it and was amazed, it turned out to be the sentence that the Imperial Fu Yuan said beforehand.

This sentence was lying neatly on the paper at the moment, and everyone gathered around to look at it, and they were even more surprised, and many people were stunned.

Why did the Imperial Court minister come here through another famous thorn?

"I see, through this spectacle, these famous thorns may have been given a new function: the transmission of sound and ink!" Xiang Congliu concluded.

Who had ever heard that such a thing had happened in history?"

"I've never heard of a spectacle that can add this kind of functionality to a famous thorn...... Could it be that we don't need to fly pigeons to pass the book in the future, and we can directly transmit what we want to say to Su Shichoi?"

The crowd was dumbfounded and amazed, and the man who possessed the famous thorn took out another piece of the famous thorn and learned to do it, and sure enough, what they said immediately resonated with the famous thorn on the table, and the wooden signs spat out a stitch of ink and turned it into their words on the paper, and then all followed by their own signatures.

Su Yi's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, this function of transmitting information is simply more convenient than the dragon vein channel of the Martial Temple, and it is thousands of times more efficient than the take-off pigeon to pass the book, and it does not cost anything.

I don't know if a spectacle only affects this batch of famous thorns, or can all the famous thorns he receives in the future have this function?

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(ps: cough cough, I tried to split the chapter yesterday, but the effect is not obvious, embarrassing face...... So I changed it back to 12 o'clock, and the whole three chapters were released in a row, so that everyone could enjoy watching it. Off topic: Because I've been running naked, there has been a significant decline in clicks and recommendation votes recently, and I wanted to complain, but after thinking about it, I firmly believe that this book will not be buried. Looking at the growing fan list, Flowing Water knows that there are many readers who are still fully subscribed to support themselves, and I am very grateful for this!Of course, it doesn't mean that Flowing Water doesn't care about these superficial achievements, after all, good results can also attract other readers, so I still ask for monthly tickets and recommended votes as usual, I hope you will support more ~) (To be continued.) )