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"Brother Su, I defeated Hong Liyu, and now you are left. I'm really looking forward to it, what kind of frontier war poems can you write, and can you still conquer the country?"

The scripture exam was pressed by Su Lin, and Ji Yu's competitive spirit was also stimulated. Since Su Lin can be slightly better at the scriptures he is good at, Ji Yu thinks that he can't beat him in Su Lin's proud poems?

Immediately after, there are still a lot of poems born out of the county, and a famous armor boy will be transformed into Jiuding, but as soon as they come into contact with the evil and murderous aura of the blood armor chariot, they will not attack and collapse, turn into the name of the holy force, and compare and rank before and after on the Jiuding light curtain.

"Liang Lao, it only took two rounds to crash through Hong Liyu's Mingzhou chariot, it seems that ...... This season's rain's blood-armored chariot is about to win the first place in poetry. Yuan Tianzhang said.

"Isn't that kid Su Lin still writing poetry?" Not necessarily!" Liang Rulin said with a smile, "Although the blood armor chariot is powerful, it is only the peak of Mingzhou's war poem after all. If Su Lin can write a poem about the battle of Zhenguo, he will naturally be able to defeat it!"

"Liang Lao, do you really think that Zhenguo's poems are cabbage? Not to mention frontier war poems! Su Lin has never seen real frontier warfare, so even if he uses his talent and ability, it is probably impossible to write Zhenguo's frontier war poems! You see that he has hesitated for so long and has not written it, he must have encountered a problem. ”

Yuan Tianzhang said analytically that although he recognized Su Lin's talent in poetry, he also understood that the frontier war poems had no personal experience, and even Mingzhou's poems were difficult to write.

"That's right, even if it's an old man, he can't write a war poem about Zhenguo. ”

Liang Rulin sighed, then relieved, and said with a smile, "However, you might as well look forward to it, just in case...... What if it happens, what surprise does this kid bring us?"

He Liang Rulin has the same expectations, as well as Hong Liyu, who has just been defeated. At this time, Hong Liyu did not have the slightest defeat and depression, on the contrary, she was already very satisfied and content. Originally, with her strength, she could only write a war poem of Dafu at most. But because I followed Su Lin at these times and observed the whole process of Su Lin's poems in Zhenguo, I had such an understanding, stimulated memories, and wrote such a song "General" by Naruju.

"Surin, I believe in you, you will definitely be able to. "Sidestop" that overcame the monsoon rains......"

Hong Liyu smiled slightly, looking at the direction of Su Lin's position, although she couldn't see Su Lin's appearance at this time because of the barrier, she still believed that Su Lin would definitely be able to write a war poem about Zhenguo.

The surrounding people were also shocked by this blood-armored chariot, and they couldn't imagine what kind of chariot could defeat this murderous blood-armored chariot. The students of the palace, even if they were lifting people, couldn't help but bow their heads in a weak heart under the gaze of the generals on the blood-armored chariot.

At this time, Su Lin was at a loss in the face of the blank Shengli test paper. Many war poems flashed in his wisdom, but none of them were actually written by him. This feeling is very bad, and the more anxious he is, the more chaotic the tide of thoughts in Zhihai becomes.

The fog of thought began to slowly dissipate......

The ice of thought is melted into water......

The sea of thought swells irregularly and restlessly......

"Why can't I write it...... How to defeat the blood-armored chariot of monsoon?"

Even the three ways of thinking collapsed when Su Lin was flustered, and Su Lin forced himself to calm down, because of Hong Liyu's defeat, Su Lin wanted to win even more, so his state of mind fell into the inferior, and he was bent on winning.

"No, I can't panic, since I can't understand the emotional thoughts in the Zhenguo War poem, it's because I don't have a real experience of the frontier battlefield, so ...... Am I trying to find a way to experience it?"

Taking a deep breath, Su Lin finally calmed down and calmed down his mentality. I turned the water of thought into the three states of water again, and began to think calmly.

"But now in the examination room, how can I experience the frontier battlefield?" Su Lin frowned slightly, thinking, "Hey, if the 'History Mirror' of the season rain is still in my hand, I can use the illusion in the 'History Mirror' to comprehend the picture of the frontier battlefield...... But now, I don't have a similar treasure in my hands......"

Thinking like this, Su Lin's mind swept towards the treasures and items he possessed, and suddenly, when he saw an item in the Qiankun bag, Su Lin's eyes lit up instantly, and he clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Tiger Talisman! ”

The Great General Tiger Talisman, which has been quiet in Su Lin's Qiankun bag, was given to Su Lin by General Shen Ruoxu to repay the grace of saving his life. At the beginning, Su Lin smashed the holy brick of Ran Zicheng's "Theory of Wealth and Poverty" on the Great Wall, which was equivalent to saving the life of the general Shen Ruoxu in disguise.

With this tiger talisman in hand, Su Lin could even mobilize Shen Ruoxu's personal soldier Qianniuwei. However, for the current Su Lin, the most important thing is to deeply experience the feeling of the frontier battlefield through this stone seal tiger talisman.

"This was originally just an ordinary Wenbao Tiger Talisman, but following the birth and death of the great general Shen Ruoxu, he fought bloodily on countless battlefields, and it was also contaminated with a thick layer of evil and murderous ......"

Su Lin carefully looked at this stone seal tiger talisman, under the shroud of Jiuding, any cheating behavior would be detected, but Su Lin checked the stone seal tiger talisman but it was not within the scope of cheating.

Before, Su Lin's thoughts were not deep enough to see the difference between the Tiger Talisman, but now he was able to see the essence through the phenomenon and discover all kinds of sustenance and spiritual thoughts under the surface of the Tiger Talisman.

"Huh......? What kind of breath is this...... Spirits?"

The three ways of thinking explored the stone seal tiger talisman from the outside to the interior, and suddenly the ground was raised, and Su Lin's entire spiritual thought was pulled into an illusion.

"Here it is...... That's the ...... General Shen Ruoxu?"

Entering the illusion, Su Lin was brought into Shen Ruoxu's general's tent. He saw Shen Ruoxu, who was drinking happily with his subordinates, and saw the general Shen Ruoxu, who was holding a sword in one hand and drinking a big bowl in the other.

It was a feast, and it was supposed to be a booze after victory. But just as he was drinking the wine, the scout suddenly came to report that the barbarian army had made a comeback, and had already overwhelmed the territory and killed it again.

Hearing this news, Shen Ruoxu did not panic in the slightest, continued to pour a large bowl, drank bitterly, and then pulled out the sword of Liuliguang, laughed three times, and ordered the three armies to kill out of the camp.

A war, whether won or lost, in the end, is still full of corpses and rivers of blood. The general Shen Ruoxu, numbly wielding his sword, stepped over the heavy corpses, and carried the head of the barbarian general in his hand, returned to the tent of the Chinese army, laughed three times, drank three bowls, and cried bitterly, for the sake of the soldiers who lost their lives in the war......

At the end, the general Shen Ruoxu asked people to carry out a hundred vasks of fine wine, and on the ruins of this battlefield, he drank bitterly with the soldiers, and at the same time paid tribute to the dead comrades around him.

Drink and sing, swing your sword and kill the enemy......

Scene by scene, every scene, with the help of this stone seal tiger talisman, Su Lin saw the most real frontier battlefield. There is only life and death, victory and defeat, and the living warrior has become a killing machine. Wine is the best stimulant, and perhaps what the soldiers want most is to get drunk and lie on the battlefield and never wake up again, not to face such a killing, right?

Wars are all cruel. Even on the face of the great general Shen Ruoxu, Su Lin saw the weariness of war. But he had no choice, in order to protect the country, to protect the people, in order to guard this land where he was born and raised, he could only bathe in blood, he could only fight, and he could only watch the thousands of soldiers he had cultivated with his own hands rest forever in this cemetery that should not belong to them......

War?

Why fight?

The illusion in front of him gradually dissipated, but Su Lin's mood became even heavier. The focus of his thinking is no longer on the imminent poetry exam, but on the meaning of the existence of war.

In order to plunder the wealth of our human race and squeeze our living space, the barbarians constantly wage wars...... And what about us Terrans? for protection, for survival...... Our ...... The ultimate goal is to ...... It's to fight without fighting!"

War!

It's for the sake of not fighting!

War and peace!

A war for the sake of war without war is just, and a war for peace is the ultimate goal.

At this moment, Su Lin's mind cleared, and he was finally able to read the war-weary thoughts in those war poems and war words.

Zhihai quickly swept by, and his eyes couldn't take his eyes off this Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci". Especially the sentence "Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times", which directly hit the scene and mood that Su Lin had just experienced.

Only when you are drunk can you forget that you will still be born and die tomorrow, and only when you are drunk can you make arrogant jokes about the knives, guns, blood, and death, and can you forget the sorrow and sorrow of being away from your homeland and your relatives......

Thoughts and emotions are all connected by this poem, reaching an unprecedented peak. In Su Lin's sea of wisdom, the tide of thought surged, like a tsunami earth-shattering, holding a breath in his chest, no more, no longer hesitated, the holy power surged out, and he raised his pen with a wave:

"Glow-in-the-dark glass of wine,

If you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled,

How many people have come back to fight in ancient times?"