What Lin Su wrote in the two colorful poems is naturally what Lin Jialiang wants to know the most.

Lin Su wrote down these two poems, and Lin Jialiang read them word by word countless times, full of emotion, colorful poems, so wonderful......

He changed his words and asked another question, in addition to these two songs, has the third brother ever written another one? He looked at Lin Su with a deep meaning in his eyes......

Lin Su immediately understood: "On behalf of my second brother, I wrote a poem for my sister-in-law. ”

You...... Lin Jialiang's eyes bulged: "Sure enough!" I said that as soon as Yulou came, I said that I asked you to bring her poems...... What is written? ”

"By asking the river tide and the sea pattern, what is like the gentleman's love and my heart, the hatred is not as good as the tide and the letter, and the lovesickness begins to feel that the sea is not deep." Lin Su finished reading this poem and added: "Second brother, don't tell your sister-in-law that you missed it......"

Lin Jialiang pondered for a long time, sighed for a long time, hated each other as well as the tide and had a letter, and the lovesickness began to feel that the sea was not deep, such a wonderful poem should also be a color poem! The talent of the third brother is really ......

After shaking his head slightly, Lin Jialiang said: "Today, the Lin family is happy, let's write a letter to the eldest brother, the eldest brother is always worried about the situation at home, and he should be reassured!" ”

Lin Jialiang picked up the treasure pen and wrote a letter to his family on a piece of treasure paper, writing thousands of words freely, and at the end of the pen was like the wind, and the word "goose" fell.

The pen is closed, the paper is raised, and it turns into a flying goose and flies to the south.

Hongyan passed on the book, this is the means of scholars.

There are literary roots, strong body, and clear thinking.

And when you enter the literary world, you can use some of the most superficial literary powers, such as Hongyan Biography. Hongyan's biography is not like "Qi Conduction", it does not consume much literary energy, even if the second child is still sick at the moment, he can still pass on Hongyan's book.

"The eldest brother is far away in the south, and when he receives this letter from home, he should be relieved!" Lin Jialiang said: "Third brother, you have stepped into the door of Wendao, you should take a step further, from today onwards, read quietly with peace of mind, there are only two months left in this year's township test, not to mention, the township test in three years will be sure to hit it in one hit." ”

Wendao is extremely difficult.

Lin Su's Wengen did not follow the formal process, but was directly given by a saint with a poem.

But such a good thing cannot be seen in the future, and the later literary world, Wenshan, and Wenxin all must go through the formal process, that is, the township test, the meeting test, and the palace test.

Therefore, Lin Jialiang, the second brother, temporarily played the role of the eldest brother when his father died and the eldest brother was absent, making a life plan for his brother.

Lin Su raised his head: "Didn't you mean...... Hasn't the township test been held this year? ”

Lin Jialiang shook his head: "This year? There are less than two months left for this year's township test, and it is too late for such a short time......"

The township test is held once every three years, and the content of the exam is truly all-inclusive, and all the historical collections of Zhuzi will be involved, and to understand these classics, normal people can't eat it thoroughly in their lifetime, and people with literary roots are talented and intelligent, and it also takes more than ten years of hard work to be able to pass the township test.

Even if the third brother's poetry is peerless, it is not good, the content of the township examination is not only poetry, poetry depends on inspiration and talent, and the township examination is the accumulation of knowledge.

Lin Su scratched his head: "Second brother, tell me what to do in the township exam......

Lin Jialiang came from the township examination, and he was still a high school talent with the seventh place in high school, and he was interested in the topic of the township examination, and soon entered a certain role, what role? Mentor plus mentor ......

The classics listed by the second brother are actually "Analects", "Shangshu", and "Tao Te Ching......

Lin Su's eyes sparkled when he heard this, these required subjects, to be honest, he really hadn't read them before, who reads modern books? But now, he has read it all, and if you want to ask him how he reads it, he reads it with his hand - with the touch of his fingers, no matter how profound the classics are, they are all engraved into his mind, and he remembers them more clearly than people who read them at night for decades, I ask you, do you want people to live?

……

The southern frontier is full of blood!

A terrible battle is coming to an end, there are thousands of corpses on the ground, and the sound of the last fight is on the western slope.

More than 100 people were trapped on the hillside, spears outside, and they were stabbed wildly.

Their opponents were unusually tall, with faint scales on their bodies, and their spears pierced them, and blue blood flowed out.

They are not humans, they are demons!

The demon race also has seven or eight hundred people and more than three hundred huge demonic beast mounts, full of momentum, and more than a hundred human races, like a small boat in the frenzy, will capsize at any time.

A young general shouted: "Brothers, Dingnan Iron Guard, one is ten, bloody battle to the end, and you will win!" ”

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

In the roar, more than 100 people with spears and swords swept across the sky, murderous aura, the people of the demon clan just rushed up the hillside, they were killed, and the monsters were in the sky, and they also turned into meat foam under their spears and swords, this round of attack, repelled again, among more than 100 people, more than 10 people died, and the demons also died more than 30 people and 20 monsters.

The young general held the long sword in his hand on the ground, the wind swept away, and he stood on the ground! He is the eldest son of the Lin family, Lin Zheng.

In one day, seventeen charges.

With the power of eight hundred iron guards, he forcibly killed two thousand demon soldiers, at this moment, he has exhausted his strength, and his true qi is close to the oil and the lamp is dry, but he can't show half a bit of fatigue, because he knows that the people around him are the only remaining force of the Lin family, if he collapses, the entire team will collapse, and once the team collapses, it will be death!

The force of the Dingnan Hou Mansion will be completely cleared.

The banner of the demon clan on the opposite side was raised, all the demonic beasts were positioned, and the demon soldiers looked up to the sky and roared......

A new round of attacks is coming, and the whole army is pressing on it, desperate......

"This attack will be a burning of jade!" A general next to him sighed lightly: "The burden of the Hou Mansion is a thousand catties, I don't know if the second prince can pick it up!" ”

Lin Zheng's eyes were raised, looking at the north from afar, the clouds and obstacles, the border passes for thousands of miles, and the blood-colored sun.

Second brother!

My brother is also going, but unfortunately I can't leave a letter home.

My father was killed, and all the eight hundred dead guards will be killed today, and only you are left, and the Lin family will be handed over to you!

Suddenly, there was a streamer in the air, and a wild goose pierced through the air and landed in Lin Zheng's hand, turning into a piece of paper with golden light......

"Second brother's letter!"

Lin Zheng was extremely excited, at the last moment of his life, he could actually receive a letter from home, which may be the greatest comfort in his life.

Everyone next to him also had sparkling eyes, three points of excitement, but seven points of fear.

Because they are all soldiers of the Lin family and care about the main family, they also know that the main family is in an unprecedented predicament, and in such a situation, there can be no good news.

But don't let the second son have an accident, even if the main mother dies, it can't be compared to the second son's accident......

Lin Zheng's face changed, from worry at the beginning, to surprise, to joy, and finally laughed out loud......

More than 100 people don't understand it.

"The third brother was born, two colorful poems in one day! was given a literary root by the saints, haha......" Lin Zheng laughed wildly: "And let my brother recite his brother's peerless poems, step on the battlefield, there are no regrets in this life, although death is still glorious!" ”

"You are not free to force people to come,

The dragon and the phoenix are hard to take......"

The high-pitched chanting pierced through the boundless blood curtain, and the entire battlefield seemed to be driven.

"A full house of flowers and drunk 3,000 ......"

As soon as this sentence was recited, countless phantoms suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and it was none other than the seven hundred dead guards who had died in battle.

"One sword frost and forty states!"

As soon as the blood and qi in the sky were collected, it turned into a shocking giant sword......

The demon army on the opposite side was taken aback: "War poem? It can't be ......"

The earth-shattering long sword fell from the air, and the leader of the demon army screamed and disappeared, and the fragments of the giant sword shot towards more than a hundred people on the hillside, and the swords in their hands suddenly brightened up at the same time. At this moment, their strength seemed to have returned all of a sudden, back to their peak state, and their courage and blood were ten times higher.

Kill!

With a loud roar, more than 100 people flew out and killed the demon army.

In the first photo, hundreds of people of the demon army were killed......

"The drum horn reveals that Tianjia is cold,

The sea and mountains are turbulent.

The southeast is forever made a golden heavenly pillar,

Who envied the marquis of Wanhu at that time! ”

At the last word, the long sword in Lin Zheng's hand rolled over, and the banner of the demon army was divided into two parts, and one of its generals was also divided into two.

At the same time, this letter from the family was also dissipated in Lin Zheng's hands, and it changed back to its original appearance.

More than 100 people fell down at the same time, and their spirits seemed to disappear with the disappearance of the holy light.

The phantom of the heroes disappeared synchronously.

For a long time, for a long time.

Lin Zheng let out a long breath and muttered, "War Poem! The poem of the third brother is actually a war poem. ”

War poems are rare, why? Because war poems, as the name suggests, are written for the battlefield, in the context of the whole society's emphasis on literature and light on martial arts, which top-level literati is willing to write poems for lowly warriors?

That's self-surrendering.

Therefore, there are very few war poems, and there are only a dozen war poems in existence, each of which has been exerted to the extreme by the military.

It can be said that the first thing every soldier does when he joins the army is to memorize poems.

Although the application rate is very high, the effect is not particularly good, why? The level of war poems is not high, and the current highest-level war poem is a poem "Treading the River" a few decades ago, a colorful poem, suitable for water warfare, not for land warfare.

Lin Su's poem is suitable for all battlefields, and it is also a colorful poem.

Plus the name of the saint!

The power is extraordinary.

Relying on this alone, it is not possible to achieve today's miraculous effect, and there is another case that maximizes the role of this poem, that is, the extraordinary relationship between Lin Zheng and this poem.

This poem was written by his own brother, and it incorporated the will of the Lin family.

The undead of the Lin clan can be recalled, how terrifying?

……

Forest house, the sun sets.

Yulou had already returned, and seeing her radiant face, Lin Jialiang was also like a divine helper, and got out of bed directly.

Yulou brought a few cups of tea, and the brothers sat in the study talking about the taboos of the township test, and at this moment, Lin Jialiang couldn't see half of his sick face.

Suddenly, Lin Su was slightly shocked.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jialiang stopped teaching.

Lin Su had a very strange expression on his face: "There is a strange thing...... My takegen seems to be activated. ”

"How is that possible? You are delusional...... "A person who learns martial arts can produce martial arts roots by laying the most perfect martial arts foundation, but the third brother has not been able to endure the hardships of practicing martial arts since he was a child, how to lay a perfect martial arts foundation?" The most critical reason why his father sent him to the Daomen that day was that the third brother had neither Wengen nor Wugen, so he had to let him try his luck at the Daomen.

Unexpectedly, when he came back, he got the Holy Gift Wengen, and the excitement had not passed, and he actually said that he had activated the Wugen.

Is this possible?

Is it possible? Lin Su himself was wondering, there was really a strange root in his dantian that had awakened, and as soon as he woke up, it was connected to the qi and blood of his whole body, and it seemed that he was breathing together, which was exactly the characteristic of the martial root he understood.

What made Lin Su even more incomprehensible was that this martial root was clearly related to the dead tree in his brain, an invisible line was connected from the dantian to the brain, and was connected to the dead branch in the middle, and as soon as it was connected, the dead branch seemed to be alive, but there were no leaves on this dead branch.

What does it mean that a dead tree in the brain, three dead branches, Wen root activation, one dead branch is alive, Wu root is activated, and another dead branch is alive, what does it mean?

Lin Jialiang's circle stopped, and he firmly locked on Lin Su: "Third brother, your poem, isn't it a war poem?" ”

"War Poetry? Perhaps! Lin Su was surprised, what's wrong with Zhan Shi? What does it say?

Lin Jialiang was extremely excited.

There are two ways to activate the martial arts, one is to practice martial arts and lay a perfect foundation, and the other is to write war poems, which add to the warrior's combat power and give feedback to the original creator.

Yes? And this way of cheating?

If I write a hundred war poems, won't the whole world fight for me?

Lin Sufu thought about it, and immediately started writing...... Oh no, the desire to copy poetry......

But in front of him, he had a question to solve: "Second brother, have you heard of the eight-character proverb 'three ways in one, breaking the robbery and prospering'?" ”

Lin Jialiang was silent for a moment and nodded lightly......

The eight-character proverb of "three ways in one, breaking the catastrophe and prospering" was asked by my father to the Buddhist monks that day, but now it has been proved that this proverb is not accurate, because the three sons of the Lin family distributed the three ways, and in the end, they did not break the Lin family's catastrophe.

And this monk is not a monk, he cheated in Haining more than a month ago, was arrested and beaten, and returned all the deceived money before letting him go......

After some interpretation, Lin Su seemed to listen to it, but he didn't seem to hear it at all, and another thought came to his mind......

"Three ways in one, breaking the catastrophe and prospering", these three ways in one, does it really mean that the three sons of the Lin family belong to the three paths?

Could it be that it refers to one person in three?

There is a dead tree in his brain, three dead branches, two of which correspond to the second path of civil and martial arts, and the third stage is currently in a dead state, could it be the root of the Dao that he has never touched the door?