Slowly, Li Qingxian frowned.

I always feel that I have heard the song "Roaring Dragon" somewhere, but in my memory, Lanxing really does not have similar poems.

In the end, Li Qingxian returned to the head of Beicheng City, with the whole poem of Song Yunjing's "Roaring Dragon" in front of him, meditating and thinking hard.

The wind blows the sky and stacks yellow clouds,

White water flows to Kunlun.

The great river comes from the west to the east,

Roaring for thousands of miles, the dragon groans.

Li Qingxian has a mediocre memory, but after all, he has seen a large number of famous poems, and this poem has a good foundation, but its momentum is much worse than that of famous poems.

After a long time, Zhou Hat, who had a stronger smell of blood on his body, walked over and said in a low voice, "Get ready." The tone of the two has dropped to half, and there is still no news from the court, at most half an hour, the three demon kings will make a move. ”

Li Qingxian looked up at the night, sighed lightly, and said, "It's past midnight?" ”

"It's over. Today is your birthday, Shendu, and you can't go back. Zhou said hatefully.

Li Qingxian was silent.

"If you have anything to say to your family, I'll let them pass it on. In addition, I will arrange for them to leave the Shendu and go to Wusu City. Zhou said hatefully.

"Is there really no hope?"

"See for yourself." Zhou Hate pointed forward.

Li Qing looked ahead.

The white antlers on the top of the horned king's head originally only emitted a faint light, but now, it emitted a dazzling white light, like a small sun in the night.

The antlers were originally hard and motionless, but now they turned into white streamers, floating like water, exuding a rich and huge aura.

The bands of antler light slowly extended, densely packed, like long white hair, covering a radius of thirty or forty zhang.

The energy visible to the naked eye rushed in all directions.

The two demon kings with white teeth and black lines avoided it from afar, and their faces were afraid.

Just by looking at it, Li Qingxian felt that his heart was blocked.

"That's ......"

"The powerful talent of the deer demon clan, as long as the light horn is there, I will never be able to get close to him."

Li Qing looked at the demon camp.

The camp was empty.

All the demon clans stood between the city wall and the camp.

A pair of dense green eyes, twinkling in the dark night.

The general offensive is about to begin.

Li Qingxian let out a long sigh and said, "Uncle Zhou, let's get ready." ”

"Okay, I'll go get the Wood Eagle." Zhou Hate turned around and left.

Li Qingxian took one last look at "The Roaring Dragon", and the sound of Song Yunjing's poetry was heard in his ears.

"The wind blows the sky and stacks the yellow clouds, and the white water flows to Kunlun. The great river came from the west to the east, roaring and spreading the dragon's chant. ”

Li Qingxian closed the page of the poem and was suddenly stunned.

Because, four lines of poetry suddenly came to mind.

Li Qingxian suddenly realized, no wonder he always felt familiar but couldn't remember, because the four lines of the poem were divided into two poems, and they were two long poems, not only did he not recite them, but he even forgot the name of the poem.

The reason why I can think of it is because those four lines of Li Bai's poems are too imposing and too common.

Li Qingxian reopened the pages of the poems, lifted the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote and drew on the pages.

Song Baige, who was not far away, looked at it and ran over and said, "What are you doing?" Aren't you going to leave, do you want to change my father's war poems? This can be a four-quality battle poem. ”

At this moment, the sound of rolling drums came from all directions, and the tide-like demon clans poured into the city in unison.

The three demon kings strode forward.

The dark clouds in the sky gathered, the wind was fierce, and in an instant, the dark clouds in a radius of dozens of miles overwhelmed Beichen City.

"Li Qingxian!" Song Baige roared.

Li Qingxian turned a deaf ear, wrote and painted for a long time, dipped in thick ink, and was about to put down the pen, when he had an idea, and said: "I just thought that this war poem came up with a god, but I don't know why, I always feel that this war poem can be changed, but I don't know how to change it." I thought about it, but I couldn't find a breakthrough until I found out that the poem was called "The Roaring Dragon", what is a dragon? The dragon is the true son of the dragon! In my mind, the portrait of the emperor in the main hall of the Night Guard Division came to mind, and as I thought about it, the scenery in front of me suddenly changed......"

Li Qingxian paused and said, "I seem to see the emperor high above the divine capital, and with a wave of his hand, the snow in Kunlun Mountain melts, and nine snow waters converge into a torrent from the west. The emperor waved his hand again, and the nine snow water turned into nine white dragons and crashed into the Longmen Canyon, and after an instant, I realized! This is, the emperor saved Beichen and gave me to touch the dragon gate! ”

Li Qingxian paused again, his face showed ecstasy, and said loudly: "The emperor is shengming! The Emperor Shengming! This poem should only be owned by the Son of Heaven, how many times can mortals hear it! ”

Song Baige was dumbfounded, looking at Li Qingxian like a madman, crawling with the words of a dog, and rewriting a new poem under "Roaring Dragon".

Huang Yunbei went to move the wind, and the white waves flowed Kunlun.

The west of the big river came to break the heaven and the earth, roaring thousands of miles to touch the dragon gate.

As soon as this poem came out, a huge bridge-shaped rainbow with a length of 100 zhang appeared in the sky above Beichen City.

Song Baige raised his head to the sky and counted quickly: "One, two...... Nine Ways! Nine-color rainbow, poetry into a product? Father! Come on! Beichen City is saved! ”

That father, Song Baige broke his voice.

The nine-colored rainbow suddenly rose and slowly disappeared.

Everyone was still stunned, Song Yunjing shook Wenbao, the white wind around him swirled, and flew over directly.

"What happened? Who changed the poem into a product? Which battle poem is it? "Song Yunjing arrived before Zhou Chunfeng.

"You...... See for yourself......" Song Baige pointed to the last four lines of Li Qingxian's poem with trembling fingertips.

Song Yunjing looked down.

Huang Yunbei went to move the wind,

White waves nine streams Kunlun.

The west of the great river comes to break the heavens and the earth,

Roar thousands of miles to touch the dragon gate!

Song Yunjing only felt a buzz in his ears, and the heavens and the earth were quiet.

This poem is very similar to his own "Roaring Dragon", but the lyrics, imagery, artistic conception or the majestic and majestic momentum are far beyond the original.

At a glance, Song Yunjing saw the beauty of this poem.

It is obviously the wind moving the yellow clouds, and the wind has no color, but it is written as the yellow clouds moving the wind color, writing fiction from reality, inverting cause and effect, and taking the words and imagery to a further level.

The word "decision" in the big river west to decide the heaven and earth is simply a stroke of genius, only one word, the image of the river rushing like a broken embankment will come to the face, so that this poem will go to a higher level.

As for the last sentence, the "dragon chanting" is changed to "touching the dragon gate", which is heroic and atmospheric, a touch word, with both impact and touch, integrating the grandeur and details of the river into one, lifelike, straight into the eye.

"Good! Good! Good! "Yes gentleman praised repeatedly.

Zhou Chunfeng walked over and took a look, his eyes bursting with bright starlight.

"Beichen City, it's saved!" After speaking, Zhou Chunfeng looked at Li Qingxian and said, "You should be the first to take credit!" ”

"Miraculous feats." Song Yun said.

The soldiers present were short of breath, and the second, first, and miraculous feats increased in turn, and many middle-grade generals failed to perform miraculous feats in their lifetimes

"It's important to kill demons." Li Qingxian said modestly.

Song Baige was full of doubts and was gagged in his mouth.

Zhou Chunfeng nodded and said to Song Yunjing: "Prepare, sacrifice my treasure to avoid accidents!" ”

Zhou Chunfeng said and handed out the fragment of the Great Confucian.

Song Yunjing shook his head and said, "I have a four-grade treasure in my hand, just sacrifice that one." Your righteous treasure is too precious, keep it well. ”

"When will you do it?" Zhou Chunfeng glanced at the three demon kings who were slowly approaching.

"Now! Spring Breeze, sweep the battle for me! Song Yun said.

"Good!"

Note: This poem "Touching the Dragon Gate" integrates two sentences from Li Bai's "Gongwu Crossing the River" and "The Ballad of Lushan Serving the Imperial Void Boat".

The original sentences are "Yellow clouds move the wind for thousands of miles, and the white waves flow nine snow-capped mountains" and "The Yellow River comes west to break Kunlun, roaring thousands of miles to touch the dragon gate".

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