Boom......

Woo......

The deafening sound resounded through the sky.

The eastern, western, and northern demon clans poured out of their nests and slowly walked towards Beichen City.

In the southwest of Beichen City, a torrent of demon clans rushed out, and there were as many as thirty or forty thousand.

"Oops!"

The generals' complexion changed slightly.

Song Yunjing and Zhou Chunfeng glanced at each other, gave orders, and arranged for the soldiers to go to defend the southern city gate.

After arranging everything, Zhou Chunfeng took Li Qingxian to the corner of the city wall, and said in a low voice: "I miscalculated this time, I didn't expect the three demon kings to gather in Beichen City. Next, it will be a bitter battle, once our strength is exhausted, those three demon kings will brazenly attack. At that time, I will use the wooden eagle to send you, Song Baige and Zhou Hate away. Don't go to Shendu, go to Wusu City, our Zhou family has been operating there for a hundred years, and the Song family is also a little influential there, Tang Enxuan can't help you. ”

"What about you?" Li Qingxian asked.

Zhou Chunfeng smiled slightly, and said, "Don't worry about me, I want to run with Yunjing, but the three-headed demon king can't stop me." ”

Li Qing glanced at Zhou Chunfeng suspiciously, and said, "Okay, I'll listen to Uncle Zhou." By the way, I have one ...... here I don't see the use of my Wenbao, and I don't know how many products, but it looks extraordinary, just so you can use it. ”

As he spoke, he took out a quaint buffalo head white stone pen from the Qiankun bracelet and washed it, which looked ordinary, but the surface was exceptionally round and translucent.

Zhou Chunfeng took it in his hand and took a closer look, and said happily: "Sanpin Wenbao!" You are truly a blessed star! Cloud Sutra, then, the leisure lends you! ”

Zhou Chunfeng threw the buffalo pen wash over, Song Yunjing took it and looked at it, nodded with a light smile, and said, "Okay!" Good! Good! ”

Zhou Chunfeng called Song Baige and told the two not to act rashly.

Song Baige just nodded.

Watching Zhou Chunfeng leave, Song Baige said in a low voice: "Do you think the two of them will be martyred?" ”

"Can't you say something auspicious?" Li Qing said leisurely.

Song Baige said: "Father and Uncle Zhou join forces, and they can fight against the two-headed three-rank demon king, plus the rest of the strength, it is not delusional to fight against the three-headed three-grade demon king." But that Horn King is not an ordinary three-grade, alas......"

"Get ready to leave. I'm sure nothing will happen to the two of them. Li Qing said leisurely.

"Do your best, let it be the fate of heaven. I'll think about my battle poem again, if I can change the broken product and promote it from the seventh rank to the sixth grade, at least I can kill a few more demon clans. Song Baige said, took out a pen and paper, and wrote and painted.

Li Qingxian took out some spiritual runes and distributed them to many monks.

Xiong Zhenghao of the River Guarding Army, Lu Biao of the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies and others took the spirit talisman and thanked them again and again.

After Li Qingxian distributed some of the spirit talismans, the demon clans of the three parties arrived together, howling and attacking the city.

Li Qingxian stood at the back of the city, frowning slightly.

If you are promoted to the middle grade or even the top grade, you can condense the general trend of the county, mobilize the dragon veins of mountains and rivers, break the life of the demon king, and even mobilize the national fortune.

But his own cultivation is too low, and it is difficult to interfere at a time when the national fortunes of the two ethnic groups collide.

Li Qingxian sighed lightly, stood behind Dao Xiu, Wen Xiu and Puppet Xiu, held the spirit talisman in his hand, and got ready.

The scholars recited battle poems one after another, and the soldiers, swords, thunder and fire of various poems and literary condensation fell in front of them.

After each battle poem is released, a different layer of rainbow light will be formed.

Li Qingxian listened carefully to everyone's battle poems, and finally shook his head helplessly.

Some of them are familiar, but they are not the same as the poems in their memory.

The human race's cultural cultivation can only rely on the holy scriptures to improve the literary atmosphere and promote the grade.

War poems, half on their own.

After the new war poem appears, others cannot use it directly, and if other literary cultivators want to use this war poem, they must modify it to form a 'sub-poem' before they can be used.

Original poets, there is a privilege.

Any sub-poem based on one's own battle poem can be used directly by the original creator, even if the power of the sub-poem exceeds that of the parent poem.

This has led to the emergence of a group of people who specialize in helping the original creator revise the poem, the poet master.

Li Qingxian understands this approach, after all, high-ranking officials and Confucians do not mean that they are good at poetry.

Those scholars of the scriptures, the famous ministers of the court, and the masters of political battles are often not good at poetry, except for a few people.

Poetry hates life, and the smoother the career of a person, the more difficult it is to write good poetry.

Nine out of ten famous poets and lyricists in history have had a bumpy life, with ups and downs.

Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Dongpo, Lu You, Li Qingzhao...... And so on and so forth.

Jiang Yan, who is exhausted by Jiang Lang, is exhausted because he has made steady progress, and finally became a secretary of the Ministry of Officials, and even a marquis, so he has no time or energy to write poems and articles.

The same is true for the high-quality scholars of Daqi, who either concentrate on governing the country and politics, or delve into the scriptures of the saints, and only study war poems in their spare time.

Anyway, the war poems can be used if they are changed.

Li Qingxian thought about it, not to mention that he couldn't memorize many poems, even if he memorized them all, even if it was a powerful new poem, everyone would have to change it and use it, and it was far inferior to the old war poems at this emergency moment.

In the end, Li Qingxian extinguished the idea of saving the city through poetry and carefully pondered the fate technique.

Song Baige walked over with a tired face, in a daze, and regained his demeanor.

"You've been guarding the city, what do you think of this situation?" Li Qingxian asked in a low voice.

Song Baige's eyes moved lightly, and he said in a low voice: "I secretly communicated with my father for a while just now, and we only have one way to live, that is, to stick to the city and wait for reinforcements from the top three grade masters." However, I'm afraid I can't wait. ”

"Is the imperial court so inefficient?" Li Qingxian asked.

"The efficiency of the imperial court is low, but the key is the lack of people. Since April, the demon clan has launched a large-scale attack, which has lasted for more than a month, and all the top-grade masters who can be sent out have been sent out. Think about it, my father is also famous in Shilin, so his old relatives and friends are all over the world, but after so many days, except for a few middle-grade friends who came to help, what about the others? It's not that they don't come, it's that they have their own responsibilities and can't come. ”

"Can't you transfer people from the south?" Li Qing said leisurely.

"Now that the small countries in the south are divided, it is not difficult to transfer people from the south. But the north and south are tens of thousands of miles apart, so we need to hold on. ”

"In this Beichen City, is the imperial court reluctant to give up?" Li Qing said leisurely.

Song Baige sneered: "Even the Western Capital Prefecture is willing to give up, what is the small Beichen City?" Those Zhu Zi uncles in the court, of course, first consider their own interests, family interests, and faction interests, and finally consider the interests of the country. Whether to save Beichen City or not, how to save it, and when to save it, is not up to us to decide, but by their interests. If the spiritual gold mine is found under Beichen City now, believe it or not, they are desperately trying to rescue? ”

"Then we can only wait, I hope that the three kings of the demon clan will not make a direct move."

"No, it won't. It must be the same, let the little demon exhaust our strength first, force my father and Uncle Zhou to do it, and consume the literary energy. When it's almost over, the three kings of the demon clan will make another move. ”

"The demon clan is so timid?"

"The bold are dead! At that time, the demon clan thought that the human race was weak and could be bullied, and went on a rampage, without any military tactics, and had the upper hand at first, but as the human race continued to grow, it quickly found a way to deal with it. After fighting the demon clan, they found that the casualties suddenly increased, and after careful observation, they found that we were far stronger than they imagined. The two sides have fought for decades, and they have learned to be obedient, and the human race no longer looks down on the demon race, and the demon race no longer thinks that the human race is weak. Consume first, and then attack, it is already the usual tactic of the demon clan. ”

(End of chapter)