This "Liangzhou Ci" is a famous song of the cold scene. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The whole poem depicts a feast in the arduous and desolate Biansai, and depicts the scene of the people drinking and getting drunk to their heart's content.

The first sentence is gorgeous and beautiful, and the tone is clear and pleasant, showing the luxurious style of the feast; the first sentence uses the word "want to drink" to write the warm scene, and the banquet is accompanied by music, deliberately rendering the atmosphere. The third and fourth sentences are extremely written to recruit people to consider and persuade each other to drink, enjoy to the fullest, enjoy and forget worries, and be bold and open.

For these two sentences, some people commented: "As a Kuangda language, I feel grief." "Commentators have always thought it was sad and sentimental, and hated war.

However, Shi Buhua of the Qing Dynasty commented on "The Maid's Poetry": "It is shallow to read sad language, and it is wonderful to read it as scherzo." Judging from the content, there is no disgust with the words of the horse's career, there is no lament that life is not guaranteed, and it is nothing more than the pain of the battle, but the emotions of these three kinds of poems have all been mixed in. With a slightly witty and playful tone like "Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times".

Su Lin chose this "Liangzhou Ci", which was exactly in line with his mood and thoughts at this time. The ultimate purpose of war is not to fight, but to make peace.

Why war?

Why do we have to fight each other?

Why don't you drink together and get drunk on the battlefield!

It is such a kind of "war-weary" thinking that makes the idea of the whole frontier war poem suddenly elevated, and the poem became a mansion, then Mingzhou, and finally Zhenguo. The holy weapon Jiuding outside the mansion buzzed uncontrollably again, and even the lid of Jiuding was shaken, and a pillar of holy power light that was several times thicker than before **** out.

"Zhenguo! It's really Zhenguo...... Surin, this kid, this kid...... I really wrote the war poem of Zhenguo!"

Liang Rulin's slightly withered arm trembled excitedly, and he muttered, "The old man hasn't seen ......the birth of Zhenguo poetry for more than ten years."

"Even war poems can write about Zhenguo?" Su Lin is really against the sky...... Yuan Tianzhang was also stunned.

When the surrounding people saw this movement, they didn't know that Su Lin had written the battle poem of Zhenguo, and they all widened their eyes and didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing the moment when the battle poem of Zhenguo was transformed.

The students of the palace were instantly impassioned, only to be hit by the monsoon rain's Mingzhou blood-armored chariot, and now that Surin's Zhenguo war poem was born, what they longed for was that Surin's Zhenguo war poem could be turned into a stronger chariot, and unceremoniously crushed the blood-armored chariot of Jiyu.

"Great! Surin, I knew you could do it. ”

Hearing the vibration and seeing the golden light, it all came from the direction where Su Lin was, Hong Liyu's mood also became excited, even more excited than she wrote the poem of Mingzhou herself. Hong Liyu didn't know why, but unconsciously, she was already firmly concerned about Su Lin in her heart.

"Brother Su, it seems that I still underestimate you. Your poetic talent is truly incomparable......"

Ji Yu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly, but soon he was relieved and reinvigorated, "Rao is so, even if you are in the country of Zhan Shizhen, I will use my blood armor chariot to fight you, even if I am broken, I will not hesitate to do it!"

With the impassioned and nervous monsoon rain, the generals on the blood-armored chariot in mid-air also tensed their nerves, as if facing a great enemy, staring at the golden light of the holy power in front of them, waiting for the transformation of Zhenguo's poems, and they didn't know how powerful the chariot would be.

"My Zhenguo poems don't need chariot ......"

Su Lin smiled slightly, his thoughts communicated with the holy power, and the holy light in the middle of the air gradually crossed away, revealing not the domineering chariot that everyone expected, but a general who had taken off his armor and unloaded his weapons.

Zhenguo's war poems, is there only such a little power?

A general, without armor and weapons, without soldiers and chariots, is he still a general?

Everyone was taken aback when they saw this, and it was really far from what they expected. The people who were watching began to wonder, is this really a poem of the Zhenguo War? Why is it that the generals who feel transformed are not as good as the young generals who have come out of the county? Not to mention the Mingzhou chariot.

"Good old man, this ...... What is going on? The shaking of Jiuding just now clearly shows that Su Lin's war poems are at the level of Zhenguo! How can he only conjure up a freehand general with no armor or weapons?"

The prefect Yuan Tianzhang was also puzzled, he had presided over the government examination for several sessions, but he had never encountered such a situation, and hurriedly asked the experienced Liang Rulin.

"What is the unarmed general, don't you see the general holding a weapon in his hand?" Liang Rulin smiled and pointed at the general.

"Weapons, why didn't I see it...... That...... Liang Lao, what kind of weapon is there? Obviously...... It's just a wine gourd like your old hand?"

Yuan Tianzhang looked up again, and after seeing it clearly, he became even more puzzled.

"Yuan boy, you don't understand this, do you? Wine is the best weapon! hehe...... It seems that Su Lin, this kid, like the old man, is probably all good...... Gotta ...... Take out my treasured monkey wine another day and drink a few glasses with this blessed boy......" Liang Rulin said half-jokingly and half-seriously, but he already deeply remembered the word "Surin" in his heart.

"Is this really a poem about the war of the town? Why doesn't the general wear a sword, but carries a wine gourd?"

"I don't understand! I don't understand...... What the hell is going on? Who will win and who will lose in the end?"

"How can you fight with a wine gourd? That blood-armored chariot can easily win with a shot from any of the guards!"

......

"Brother Su, what does this mean? Zhenguo War Poem, is this what it looks like?" Ji Yu was also puzzled, and the blood-armored chariot in the air began to gallop, rushing towards Su Lin's wine gourd general murderously.

"You have a chariot and a BMW, but I have a good day and a good wine!

You have a monstrous war intent and murderous aura, but I salute you with a smile!

Since ancient times, the slaughter and chaos have been fruitless, why not get drunk and lie on the battlefield to spend the autumn?"

In the face of the oncoming blood-armored chariot, Su Lin's wine gourd general smiled, picked up the wine gourd, opened the stopper at the mouth of the gourd, first shook the body of the wine gourd, then stepped forward, gently smelled the mellow aroma of wine, raised his head and poured a big sip into his mouth, gurgling, and couldn't help but praise: "Good wine!"

After drinking it, he shook the wine gourd, let the aroma of the wine waft out, and said with a smile to the generals on the galloping chariot: "Isn't the general willing to have a glass of such good wine?"

The smell of the wine wafted out, not only in mid-air, but even among the people below. The aroma is very strange, not like the intensity of ordinary wine, but with a calm and peaceful aroma. Wine is originally made from grain, and only a peaceful good year can produce abundant grain. Only when the people are full will there be surplus food to make fine wine.

Ancient wine originally had the meaning of celebrating a good harvest and peace, and thanking God for a happy life. Now, the wine gourd general transformed by the national war poems of Surin Town, with no armor and no defense, only a gourd of fine wine, is not only a fine wine, but also peace.

The aroma of wine makes people forget all their troubles and wars.

Stop the war!

When the smell of wine, which represents peace and non-war, wafted to the blood-armored chariot, even the sweaty and bloody BMW was drunk, his eyes were red, and no matter how the two blood-armored guards whipped, they could no longer take another step forward.

And when the two blood-armored guards and generals were also intoxicated by the aroma of wine, the entire blood-armored chariot actually began to fade. The blood color of the blood-armored chariot was originally a condensation of murderous and murderous aura, but at this moment, the aroma of peaceful wine dissolved all the evil aura and murderous aura.

The chariot faded and began to disintegrate. The guards were drunk and addicted to the smell of wine, threw their spears, took off their armor, and danced the ancient dance of celebrating harvest and peace in mid-air. The same is true for the general, he threw his armor off, threw his sword on the ground fiercely, sighed, and turned into a holy light name, shooting towards the Jiuding light curtain, and the final score was also "in the armor".

Defeated!

There was not even a single move or style of fighting, and the blood-armored chariot disintegrated itself in the fragrance of peace wine. This is a soldier who surrenders without a fight, Su Lin's wine gourd general raised the gourd again and drank it all, and then shouted: "Happy." It also turned into a golden light of the name of the holy force, and shot into the Jiuding light curtain, ranking first on the list, and the score was also the only "first".

"Win!"

Su Lin smiled slightly, and gently put down the Wenbao brush in his hand, which was another poem of Zhenguo, allowing him to harvest nine poems of Zhenguo again. However, what he gained the most was that he still appreciated the true ideological meaning of "war and non-war" from the tiger talisman.

Real wars are all aimed at maintaining peace as their ultimate goal and mission. Only such a war is great and sacred, and it is worthy of countless people to use their own blood to protect every inch of rivers and mountains.

"Non-war, peace, is this the poetry of the Zhenguo war that you have appreciated? Brother Su, although I admire your talent and thoughts, but ...... I don't agree with it that way, the war will be fought, and you may not have seen the cruelty of the demons with your own eyes. I have been in the wilderness for two years, and I have killed hundreds of demons, and the human race and the demons are natural enemies, and there can be no peace. ”

Ji Yu savored the thoughts and emotions in Su Lin's "Liangzhou Ci", but shook his head, disagreeing with this thought. Although he was defeated by Su Lin again in the poetry volume, Ji Yu was not discouraged, this time his poems of Mingzhou also harvested three holy bricks of Mingzhou poetry, integrated into the sea of wisdom, and his thoughts became more profound, looking at the direction of Su Lin's seat, and said with a smile:

"Brother Su, I am subordinate to you in terms of scriptures and poems, but the focus of the government examination is Moyi. As long as I defeat you in Moyi, after considering the comprehensive results, Shengli Jiuding will definitely sentence me to the first Maocai!"