Su Lin slowly woke up from the center of the ruins of the Misty Rain Trail Forest, but it was already noon on the second day, and Hong Liyu beside him had not woken up yet. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In front of him, there are nine holy bricks of poetry, exuding a dazzling golden light, and on it is the words of the town and country written in Su Linyan's font, "Yanqiu Ci".

"What the hell is going on with all this? I remember falling into the heart storm with Liyu, and experiencing the life-and-death love between Meng Jiangnu and Fan Qiliang. That feeling ......."

The brain was a little confused, but the holy power in the wisdom began to nourish the whole body, making Su Lin regain his clarity and wash away all the sensory memories that had been substituted for Fan Qiliang.

He looked at the "Yanqiu Ci" of Zhenguo in front of him, but his eyes still showed a trace of loss in that love, and bowed to the remnants of Meng Jiangnu and Fan Qiliang in the void:

"A song "Yanqiu Ci", as soon as you ask 'what is love', and answer 'life and death', you can say the true meaning of love. Su Lin is not talented, this "Yanqiu Ci" is not what I did, but it is just a statement, I hope the two seniors can get what they want, and their souls will stay together!"

After speaking, the heart-falling storm in the entire fog and rain trail forest slowly stopped, and the entire space no longer had that breath of death, but was filled with a warm and loving feeling.

The remnants of Meng Jiangnu and Fan Qiliang, who were still staying here, swept each other at this time, fused into one, and suddenly broke through the sky, and their souls returned to the Nine Heavens.

"Su ...... Surin ...... We are ...... The misty rain trailed the forest ruined?"

The Heartfall Storm completely stopped, and Hong Liyu slowly woke up. With the demon spirit jade in her body, she looked at the image of a beautiful man who was still an illusion, and then asked Su Lindao with a little confidence.

"Yes. Leaving the jade, the remnants of Meng Jiangnu and Fan Qiliang were able to reunite and complete, Meng Jiangnu was no longer dead, and there was naturally no need for the existence of this misty and rain misty forest set up by Yasheng Mengzi. ”

Su Lin stood up and looked at the barren surroundings, there were sixteen meteorites the size of fingernails on the ground, and tried to pick them up with his hands, but each one weighed a thousand pounds, and he couldn't pick it up at all.

"Surin, I'...... I have a Qiankun bag here that I can fit in. ”

Hong Liyu untied a pink purse from his waist a little shyly, which turned out to be a high-grade Qiankun bag, and the Sumeru space in it was equivalent to a huge warehouse.

"Very good! But, Liyu, you ......"

Putting the sixteen meteorites in, Su Lin seemed to remember something, and then stared at Hong Liyu carefully for a while, muttering inside, "It's strange......"

"What's strange......" Hong Liyu was about to ask, but who knew that Su Lin actually reached out directly and hit his chest and touched Hong Liyu's chest.

"Ahh

Although Hong Liyu did not have the two cute little white rabbits because of the transformation effect of the demon spirit jade, the girl's mind was extremely sensitive, and her whole face turned red when she was touched by Su Lin.

"I'm sorry, I'......m sorry! I always thought you were a woman, even in a dream, I had the impression that you seemed to be a cute rabbit demon girl like Meng Jiangnu, so I ......"

It was flat and flat at the touch, and Su Lin also wondered in his heart, and then questioned his guess in his heart, and apologized to Hong Liyu with a smirk.

Could it be that Xin Dao really has paranoia? Obviously, Hong Liyu is just a beautiful man with a relatively beautiful appearance, but he fantasizes about her as a woman?

"That'...... That's because in the dream, you substituted the experience memory of the great Confucian Fan Qiliang, I ...... I naturally substituted for Meng Jiangnu, so I ...... So all you see, Surin, is an illusion! It's an illusion! You know?"

Hong Liyu's face was red and hot, and even the demon spirit jade on her chest was hot, she quickly suppressed her pounding heart, turned her head and didn't dare to look at Su Lin again, otherwise, I am afraid that the demon spirit jade will be invalid soon.

As soon as he turned his head, Hong Liyu saw the nine sacred bricks of poetry suspended in his heart, and his heart moved, so he immediately changed the topic and read the first sentence of "Yanqiu Ci":

"Ask what the love of the world is, and teach life and death to make a promise. Su Lin, this poem has already been able to control the country, why don't you sign your name? Nine holy bricks will be given to you immediately. ”

"I just woke up, and I didn't expect that Zhenguo's poems would have nine holy bricks in return. This time, I have also permanently consumed nearly two holy bricks, and I don't know how to replenish them!"

Su Lin picked up the pen of the end of the world, took a deep breath, and signed the word "Su Lin" on the holy brick of the poem "Yanqiu Ci" in front of him.

Chi!

As soon as Fang put away his pen, the nine holy bricks of poetry were like a golden light, snatching the sky and flying straight to the Great Wall hundreds of miles away.

At the same time, in Surin's Zhihai, the power of the nine holy bricks was also repaid by the Great Wall, sinking into the Zhihai, exuding holy power and nourishing the entire wisdom.

The poetry and literature of Zhenguo, the weight of the ideas contained in them, is enough to become the laws and policies of the whole country.

That Ran Zicheng's volume of "Treatise on the Rich and the Poor and the Cheap" is just a policy of Mingzhou, which is enough for the monarch to pay attention to, and when it reaches the great Confucianism and the thinking is more profound, it can become the policy of the town, and the monarch can really implement the policies and decrees of the whole country.

Therefore, every time a poem and text of the town and country is born, the entire subordinate country will be slightly shaken by the shaking of the Great Wall, and the jade seal in the hands of the monarch can also be sensed.

The holy bricks of "Yanqiu Ci" are huge, the town falls on the Great Wall, and the Great Wall of Wu is shaken for tens of thousands of miles, and even the whole land is slightly shaken, which is the power of Zhenguo's poetry.

Riding a horse and galloping, hundreds of horsemen came to the dust, Hong Jingzhang took a group of children who were the first to the case, as well as many jinshi, lifters and talents in Sitong Town, and rushed to the Great Wall from outside the border, just to pay tribute to the poetry of the newly born Zhenguo in the first time.

"Zhenguo! It seems that our Wu Kingdom has not produced Zhenguo's poetry and literature for three years, right?"

"Yes! I heard that Ran Zicheng's "Theory of Wealth, Wealth, Poverty, and Cheapness" by Ran Zicheng, the head of the household, is the most promising chapter in recent years to become the theory of the town's national policy, could it be his?"

"How is it possible? Just now we clearly saw that the holy brick of poetry flew from outside the gate. Ran Zicheng, the head of the household, is ...... in the capital."

"Kanwai...... Recently, I heard that many of the demon clan's talents are learning the way of thinking of our human race!

The demi-saints in the temple even quarreled over whether or not to let the way of thought be passed on to the demon clan......

......

A poem of Zhenguo made the originally lonely border pass Great Wall suddenly full of people.

Almost all the people of insight in Sitong Town rushed over to join in the fun, and everyone came up curiously, wanting to see whose handwriting the newly added Zhenguo poem came from, and what kind of poem it was.

Another poem of Zhenguo was born, and Your Majesty probably already knows about it, so it is a blessing that we can witness such a great moment for the first time!

The one who wrote the poems of Zhenguo must be the pillars of my Wu country, and the magnificent heroes. ”

Zhao Zhi, who followed Hong Jingzhang all the way to the edge of the Great Wall, said with a smile.

The death of Su Lin, an old enemy, made him feel very good, and now he has more poems to learn, maybe he suddenly feels under the observation, and his thoughts can be more profound.

"I, Wu Guo, have not been out of the town and country for a long time, the governance of the country, and the official affairs of the six ministries have been slackened. It's time for the town and country strategy to be born, wait for this official to see, what kind of poem is the town and country?"

The crowd of onlookers should be Hong Jingzhang's highest literary position and official position, so naturally everyone was looking forward to him, waiting for Hong Jingzhang to be the first to come forward to observe the holy brick poems.

"Is "Yanqiu Ci" a poem?"

At the first glance of Hong Jingzhang's eyes, he found that it was really a poem, and his heart was even more shocked. Although the poems are short and concise, they can speak in small terms, but it is even more difficult to reach the level of the town.

On the contrary, the essay is long and can contain a wealth of ideas and theories, and with the author's literary position and profound thoughts, he can even revise some of his views and thoughts, making it easier to reach the level of the town.

It is not easy to reach the level of Zhenguo with poetry, and it must contain the ultimate thoughts and emotions to succeed.

Undoubtedly, Hong Jingzhang knew that the poem "Yanqiu Ci" in front of him was such a poem, so he was even more impatient to read it at a glance and ten lines.

However, how could Zhenguo's poems be browsed so quickly? When Su Lin wrote this poem "Yanqiu Ci", it was clear that the whole poem was already in his mind, but he had to write it with great difficulty and slow with holy power, word by word, and the whole process lasted several hours to complete the more than 100 words.

Therefore, although Hong Jingzhang desperately wants to finish this poem at a glance, his eyes have to look at the past word by word, feel the past, and comprehend the past.

"Coming out of the world...... What is love...... Straight Churchman ...... Life and death promise ......"

A word, a meal, a feeling, a feeling, a sigh, a sigh......

This is really tasting a poem, Hong Jingzhang feels that he is completely integrated into the picture in the words, looking at the mourning and martyrdom of the wild goose, the infinite pathos in his heart is dripping, and he deeply understands and tastes the "life and death promise" of this love and love.

And by the "wild goose" and people, how is the love on the wild goose not the epitome and symbol of human love?

Ask what the love in the world is, and teach life and death to make a promise!

All people are like Hong Jingzhang, indulging in the pictures and emotions in the words, unable to extricate themselves, the higher the literary position, the more profound the thoughts, the more understanding, the more a bleak sadness wells up in the heartache, and the aftertaste is in the mouth, but it is a faint bitterness.

"Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, I sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu......"

When the dust settled in the last word in his heart, all the emotions and thoughts swept away, the entire sea of wisdom surged, and the power of the holy bricks struck together, Hong Jingzhang's thoughts roared and his thoughts surged.

I just noticed that I had to go and see who the surname was at the end of the word, and what kind of capable person he was, so that he could write such a "Yanqiu Ci" that hurt his bones!

However, when Hong Jingzhang really moved his blazing gaze to the last signing office, his eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted incredulously: "Su Lin! It turned out to be Su Lin!"