"That's it, I don't bother to argue with you, Nizi, but since you said that I set the rules, then I will change the rules today." The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Feng with ill intentions.

You bad old man, look at what I'm doing, didn't you just have a downlink yesterday, can't you afford to play?

"Hey, stinky boy, I admit that you have some talent in couplets, but today, I don't test your couplets, but ...... Poem! ”

"Poetry?" Qin Feng suddenly showed a strange look.

"Not bad." The old man's fingers tapped the rattan chair, and a copper furnace instantly swept out of the attic, and the surface of the copper furnace was also carved with many exquisite patterns, and the golden light flowed.

As long as someone writes poems in front of it, it will puff out white smoke to determine whether the poems are good or bad.

And the higher the height of the white smoke, the better the grade of the poem, boy, I won't bully you, as long as the poems you create can reach more than three zhang, I will let the two of you listen to Yuxuan, how about it? ”

"This ......" Qin Feng hadn't answered, but Cang Feilan on the side couldn't help it: "The Great Qianwen Holy Dao Unified has been weak for a long time, and the poetry is declining day by day. You ask for this, and you still say that you are not bullying? ”

"Hey, anyway, this rule is set by me, if you can't do it, you can leave, and I won't force you to stay." The old man of Baili crossed Erlang's legs, and his expression was indescribably unbeaten.

I really want to hit him...... Qin Feng clenched his fists and asked to the side, "Miss Cang, is it difficult to have more than three feet of white smoke?" ”

Cang Feilan bowed slightly: "The white smoke of the Dengwen furnace is usually divided into three grades, one to three zhang is for mortal products, four to six zhang is for treasures, and seven to nine zhang is for holy products.

To improvise poetry, if you want to step into treasures, even the top bachelors of Fengtian City Haowen Academy may not be able to do it, let alone you. ”

"Uh...... "You look down on people a little bit, although I can't do it, but I can incarnate as a copyist...... Qin Feng complained in his heart, and then asked the old man Baili, "What if I can make poems above six zhang?" ”

"Liuzhang? It's up to you?! The old man sneered.

Under Cang Feilan's black scarf, she also let out a cold snort.

Hey, don't believe it, do you? My temper ...... "You don't care if I can do it, I just ask, what if I do?" ”

"Stinky boy, if you can make poems above six zhang, from now on, listen to Yuxuan, you can come if you want, and leave if you want!"

"Okay, it's a deal!" Qin Feng was secretly happy in his heart, the number of books in this attic was large and of high quality, and he could prostitute for nothing without spending money, it was really a treasure, but every time he could only see the sunset going down, it was really inconvenient, if he could get in and out freely, wouldn't he be able to see it from morning to night?

"Let's get the question out." Qin Feng waved his right hand, full of pride.

"What's the problem?" The old man of Baili was stunned, and Cang Feilan on the side also cast a puzzled look.

"Just write a random poem, I'm afraid that if you reach more than six zhang, you will not be convinced, so you can limit the content of this poem!" Anyway, I was a scholar in my last life, and in college, in order to get in touch with more girls, I also chose liberal arts, and the number of poems in my mind is so large, and I am afraid of saying it in a wide range, this is ...... I'm set!

The old man of Baili said three good words in a row when he heard this, he has lived for so long, and the young man who dares to be so arrogant in front of him is no more than a palm, and today he wants to teach this young man well, what is self-knowledge!

"Since you have said so, then you will compose a poem based on the background of the battle of Zhenlingguan eighteen years ago!"

When Cang Feilan heard this, her delicate body trembled.

Qin Feng fell into deep thought, began to recall, and finally remembered this battle from a history book.

Daqian extreme south, continuous Qinghai, there is a mountain named Tianling Mountain, towering into the clouds, and above Tianling Mountain, there is a powerful foreign race, its name is Garuda!

Garuda is a monster beast with a human face and a bird's body, born with divine power, feeding on dragons, and with a flap of its wings, it can soar for nine days and 100,000 miles.

Eighteen years ago, Garuda invaded Daqian on a large scale and broke through the Zhenling Pass, causing the lives to be ruined.

The previous Emperor Ming Chong was furious, and sent 100,000 soldiers and the strongest combat force of the Demon Slayer Division to Zhenling Pass to fight to the death with the Garuda clan.

In that battle, the killing was dark, even if the human race had the help of the dragon clan, it was a tragic victory, the Garuda clan was forced to retreat outside the Zhenling Pass, and the 100,000 soldiers who participated in the war returned less than 100 people.

Under the Zhenling Pass, the land was stained dark red with blood, and it has not faded for nearly a year!

After Qin Feng recalled this, his mood was heavy, and even the thought of pretending to be forced faded a lot.

He couldn't help but sigh that in such troubled times, the rare peace of the human race was infused with heroic blood......

"Do you have pen and paper?"

In the attic, white curly brushes flew out.

Qin Feng took a deep breath, and was just about to put down his pen, when he suddenly remembered the scene when he wrote the couplet yesterday, and the brush was still hanging.

The old man of Baili saw his thoughts and said, "Don't worry, you did the next link yesterday, and you were in a state of mind to play against others, so you will be under a lot of pressure."

Today, when you do poetry, that doesn't happen. ”

I see...... Qin Feng nodded, and the brush landed on the white scroll, melting a little black ink.

I saw the opening - "Qinghai Changyun Tianling Mountain" jumped on the paper.

The Dengwen furnace trembled, white smoke came out, as high as a zhang, and the old man stood up in shock and came to the side of the white roll.

Cang Feilan looked at the white scroll, stunned, as if she saw the picture.

And Qin Feng started writing again and wrote the second sentence - "The lonely city looks at Zhenlingguan from afar." ”

100,000 soldiers, gathered in the dead city, Garuda is strong, killing people like crushing ants, but knowing that the strength of the two sides is huge, 100,000 soldiers, but with the determination to die, they defend the dead city without retreating!

The Dengwen furnace emitted a golden sound, and the white smoke rose straight up!

The pen walks the dragon and snake, renders the paper, and sees it again - "Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles." ”

The roar of the soldiers shook the sky, paving the road to killing with flesh and blood, even if the blood stained the armor and the iron clothes wrapped in dry bones, what should they do!

The old man of Baili widened his eyes and clenched his right fist, Cang Feilan breathed rapidly, and her chest continued to rise and fall.

The Dengwen furnace began to shake violently, and the white smoke was already six feet high!

Qin Feng's eyes widened sharply, the brush in his hand was like a sword, and he carved the last swan song on the white scroll - "If you don't break the Jialou, you won't return it!" ”

Bite!

The piercing sound of gold resounded in the sky, and the white smoke in the Dengwen furnace suddenly rose into the sky, and the height had already exceeded nine zhang!

And above the nine zhang, it is a divine product!