The old man recited the poem silently in his heart, closed his eyes, and fell into memory.

100,000 soldiers went to the extreme south, and before everyone left, they left a suicide note at home, and they never thought that they could go back alive.

The two sides fought at Zhenling Pass, fought for three days and three nights, and at a glance, there was a river of blood and corpses all over the ground.

Before the soldiers in front died, in order to resist Garuda's charge with their flesh and blood, they actually inserted a blade into the soles of their feet, fixed their bodies on the ground, and turned them into shields for the soldiers behind.

It was in this way that they went forward one after another, and finally drove Garuda back to Tianling Mountain.

The word tragic is no longer enough to describe the war situation at that time, and what is the concept of less than 100 people returned by 100,000 soldiers?

The old man of Baili picked up the white scroll with poems written on it, and couldn't help but sigh: "At that time, if there was this poem to help, why did so many people die......

Boy, what's the name of this poem? ”

Qin Feng pondered for a moment and replied, "Senior, the name of the poem is up to you." ”

"Okay, then this poem will be called "Zhenling Pass"!" As soon as the words fell, the old man of Baili waved his sleeves, and the brush in Qin Feng's hand immediately swept into the old man's hand.

I saw the old man pick up the pen and drop the scroll, and the vigorous and powerful three words of Zhenlingguan were inscribed on the frontispiece, which was actually shining!

At the same time, Qin Feng seemed to hear the roars of the soldiers on the battlefield, Jin Ge Iron Horse, swallowing thousands of miles!

The white-haired old man looked at the white scroll and said with some regret: "Poetry is a good poem, but it's a pity that this word is ...... Boy, you should practice calligraphy when you get back. ”

There's no end..... Qin Feng's face froze, and he didn't respond, in fact, the original owner had been reading for more than ten years, and he still practiced good handwriting, but his soul came through, and it seemed that his body didn't write down those calligraphy.

The old man Baili shook his head and sighed, and naturally rolled up the white roll, taking advantage of the situation to take the white roll into his arms.

The original treasure of the divine poem, how long has it not appeared, this time it can make a lot of money, just when the old man was thinking like this, a white jade hand grabbed the other end of the white scroll.

"Do what?" The old man looked wary.

"This poem was written by him, why was it put away by you and brought it!"

Qin Feng was stunned in place, how could this scene seem familiar?

"You Nizi, yesterday the next couplet has been taken away by you, and you still want this poem today? Don't give! ”

"Looks like you forgot about it, the dragon whisker pen is running out."

That's right, that's right, the same recipe, the same taste...... Qin Feng enjoyed watching the play, but suddenly thought of something, his face froze, yesterday's next couplet and today's poem were clearly written by me, you two are arguing, it seems that you haven't asked my opinion?

"Miss Cang, senior, this poem seems to be my ......"

"Poetry, what poetry?" The old man Baili and Cang Feilan spoke in unison.

You are so brazen, you are losing...... Qin Feng clenched his fists and retreated.

"Nizi, how about I make a deal with you, as long as you give me this poem, from now on, you can also come if you want to listen to Yuxuan, and you can leave if you want!"

Hearing this, Cang Feilan was silent for a moment, and finally chose to let go, which was somewhat unexpected by Qin Feng.

Seeing this, the old man Baili finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully took the white roll into his arms.

Everything was set, Qin Feng couldn't wait to enter the attic to flip through the books and accumulate literary energy.

Just met the ghost cultivator, if it weren't for the Cang girl guarding him, he would definitely die.

And the ghost correction is coming at him, although I don't know what the other party's purpose is, but who can guarantee that if they dodge this time, they won't come a second or third time?

At present, only improving your own strength is the top priority!

"When you enter the attic this time, you must find a way to break through to the Wensheng Nine Ranks, so that at least you can use the Haotian Mirror and have a trace of self-protection ability." Thinking like this, Qin Feng raised his feet and was about to step into the attic.

At this time, the old man of Baili suddenly said: "Boy, I see that you have some talent, do you want to enter the Haowen Academy in Fengtian City for further study?" ”

Cang Feilan was stunned when she heard this.

"Hobunin?" Qin Feng shook his head, if he wanted to say that within the Great Qian, the Wensheng Dao Unified Masters must belong to the Imperial Capital Haowen Academy.

According to legend, the Haowen Academy contains a lot of experience about the Taoist system of Wensheng, as well as the unique learning of Wensheng, and it is a holy place that people all over the world yearn for.

And the Tianjian National Teacher, who founded the Haowen Academy, is the only one who has stepped into the second grade of Wensheng throughout the ages.

"Senpai, is there a way for me to get in there?"

"Naturally, there is."

Qin Feng showed that he was calm, but he was shocked in his heart, he could let himself enter the holy land that scholars yearn for, and the identity of this bad old man was probably even more terrifying than he originally thought.

But......

"No, I'm fine here."

"Stinky boy, do you know what it means to Haowen Academy to scholars, to miss such an opportunity?"

"The top scholars of the Great Cadre are all in the Haowen Academy, so I naturally know the value."

"And you're still there?"

Qin Feng said solemnly: "There are people in Jinyang City who the younger generations care about, I don't want to leave them, not to mention, as long as you have the world in mind, where can't you study?" ”

Of course, the more important reason is that the water in the imperial capital is too deep, and my father moved away with his family just to protect himself and the Qin family.

If you go back by yourself now, won't you fall into the net? Even if you really want to enter the Haowen Academy, you have to wait until your strength is improved, otherwise you will be too passive for the sword and I will be the fish......

"Good! You have a good mind about the world, you can read anywhere, but I underestimated you. The old man Baili lay back on the rattan chair, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he didn't say anything more.

"Miss Cang, what are you doing here, don't you go in?" Qin Feng passed by Cang Feilan's side and said curiously.

The latter glanced faintly, and stepped into the attic, but the outline of his lips printed under the black square scarf seemed to float slightly.

Qin Feng followed, seeing the books in his eyes again, his eyes narrowed slightly, this time, he swore not to leave if he didn't step into the nine grades!

And not long after the two stepped into Tingyuxuan, a middle-aged man wearing a patched cloth coat and a broken leg passed by with a cane.

The scar on the broken leg was obviously a burn, the flesh was all necrotic, and the wound was hideous, making people's scalp tingle to look at.

On the arm exposed by the sleeve, you can also see all kinds of horrific scars, and it is hard to imagine what this person has gone through to become what he is now.

The middle-aged man handed out the wine jug he was holding in his hand: "Old man, your wine." ”

The old man Baili took the wine jug and opened it and sniffed it, and couldn't help but praise: "It's still your old Li's wine that smells fragrant enough, unlike other people's, it tastes as light as water, oh, this is the wine money." ”

A string of copper coins, thirty wen.

"That's a lot." The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow.

"The extra bento is your errand fee, remember, it's still this time for Ming'er, bring the wine."

"The old man's legs and feet are not good? It's lazy like this. The middle-aged man sighed, stuffed the copper coin into his arms, and limped away.

The old man Baili looked at the back of the other party's departure, then opened the wine jug and looked up, exhaled a long breath and sighed: "This wine is really fucking strong......

The white roll in his arms hugged him tighter.

......

At night, the moonlight is like water, Fengtian City, the Liu family, and the Fuguo Mansion.

In the cold courtyard, the clouds and mist cover the moon, and there is no light.

Faintly, there was a woman dressed in white, sitting there.

And next to her, there was also a woman dressed in blue, holding a sword in her hand and carrying a sword case.

"Miss, Emperor Ming gave the marriage this morning, and Master Liu is already preparing for related things."

"Hmm."

"Miss, do you really want to go to Jinyang City and marry the eldest son of a third-class auxiliary general?" The woman in blue spoke in an agitated tone.

"Hmm."

"Miss, your injury may still be ......" came to her mouth, but the woman in blue couldn't bear to say any more.

For desperate people, any unattainable hope is cruel, perhaps Master Liu also understands this, so he made up his mind to ask the emperor to give him a marriage, so that the young lady can go to a remote place and enjoy the rest of his life in peace.

The clouds break through the moonrise, the bright moonlight sprinkles, shining on the body of the woman in white, the skin is like snow, the green silk is like a waterfall, and the beautiful face is suffocating, as if a fairy descends to earth.

It's a pity that this woman's face is as cold as ice, and her eyes are like a pool of stagnant water.

When he looked down, he saw that the woman was not sitting on a stone bench, but a wheelchair.

She is Liu Jianli of the Liu family.