My wife is a sword god

Chapter 18 The Battle of Zhenling Pass

"Forget it, I don't bother arguing with you girl, but since you said that the rules are made by me, then I will change the rules today." The old man Baili raised his eyebrows, with a malicious expression on his face. Look at Qin Feng.

You bad old man, look at what I do, isn't it just that I made a couplet yesterday, can't I afford it?
"Hey, brat, I admit that you have some talent in couplets, but today, I don't test your couplets, but poetry!"

"Poetry test?" Qin Feng suddenly showed a strange look.

"That's right." The old man Baili tapped the rattan chair with his fingers, and a copper furnace appeared in the attic in an instant. There were many exquisite patterns carved on the surface of the copper furnace, and the golden light flowed.

"This is Deng Wenlu, its function is simple, as long as someone writes poems in front of it, it will puff out white smoke to judge whether the poems are good or bad.

And the higher the height of the white smoke, the better the quality of the poems. Boy, I will not bully you. As long as your poems can reach more than three feet, I will let the two of you listen to Yuxuan. how? "

"This..." Qin Feng hadn't answered, but Cang Feilan couldn't help it: "The Daqian literary sage lineage has been weak for a long time, and the poetry is declining day by day. Yu Sanzhang's poems? How can you say you're not bullying someone when you make such a request?"

"Hey, anyway, this rule is determined by me. If you can't do it, you can leave, and I won't force you to stay." The old man Baili crossed his legs, with an indescribable expression on his face.

I really want to hit him. Qin Feng clenched his fist and asked to the side: "Miss Cang, is it difficult to have more than three feet of white smoke?"

Cang Feilan nodded slightly: "White smoke from Dengwenlu is usually divided into three grades, one to three feet is ordinary grade, four to six feet is precious grade, and seven to nine feet is holy grade.

Impromptu poetry, stepping into the treasures, even the top bachelors of Fengtian Chenghao Academy of Arts may not be able to do it, let alone you. "

"Uh..." You're looking down on me a little. Although I can't do it, I can become a man of Wen Chao. Woolen cloth?"

"Liu Zhang? It's up to you?!" The old man Baili sneered.

Under Cang Feilan's black square scarf, there was also a faint cold snort.

Hey, you don't believe it, do you?My bad temper "Don't worry about whether I can make it, I just ask, what if I can do it?"

"Stinky boy, if you can write poems of more than six feet, from now on, Ting Yuxuan, you can come and leave whenever you want!"

"Okay, it's a deal!" Qin Feng secretly rejoiced. The number of books in this attic is high and the quality is high, and you don't need to spend money to go whoring. It's really a treasure, but every time you can only see the sunset. , it's really inconvenient, if I can go in and out freely, wouldn't I be able to see the night from morning to night?
"Let's come up with a question." Qin Feng waved his right hand, full of pride.

"What's the question?" The old man Baili was stunned, and Cang Feilan who was beside him also cast a puzzled look.

"Just write a poem casually. I'm afraid that you will be unconvinced if you reach more than six feet, so you can limit the content of this poem!" Anyway, I was a top student in my last life. It is also a liberal arts subject. There are so many poems in my mind, and the scope of them is so wide that I am afraid to say it. This is forcing. I am determined!

The old man Baili said three good words in a row. He has lived for so long, and he dares to be so arrogant in front of him. It is no more than one hand. Today he will teach this person well. Young people, what is self-knowledge!

"Since you have said so, then you can write a poem with the background of the Battle of Zhenlingguan 18 years ago!"

When Cang Feilan heard this, her delicate body trembled.

Qin Feng fell into deep thought, began to recall, and finally remembered this battle from a history book.

In the extreme south of Dagan, stretching across Qinghai, there is a mountain called Tianling Mountain, towering into the clouds, and on Tianling Mountain, there is a powerful foreign race named Jialuluo!
Garuda is a monster with a human face and a bird body. It is born with supernatural powers, feeds on dragons, and can soar nine days and hundreds of thousands of miles with a flap of its wings.

18 years ago, Garuda invaded Dagan on a large scale and broke through the Zhenling Pass, causing people to die.

In a fit of rage, the previous Emperor Ming Chong sent [-] soldiers and the most powerful demon slayer to Zhenling Pass to fight to the death with the Garuda clan.

In that battle, the sky was dark and the earth was dark. Even with the help of the dragon clan, the human race won a tragic victory. The Jialouluo clan was forced to retreat outside Zhenling Pass, and the number of [-] soldiers who participated in the battle was less than a hundred.

Under Zhenling Pass, the land was stained dark red with blood, and the color has not faded in the past year!

After Qin Feng recalled these, his heart was heavy, and even the thought of pretending to be aggressive at first faded away a lot.

He couldn't help feeling that in such troubled times, the rare peace of the human race was infused with the blood of heroes
"Do you have a pen and paper?"

In the attic, the white scroll writing brush flew out.

Qin Feng took a deep breath, and was about to start writing, when he suddenly remembered the scene when he wrote the couplet yesterday, and the brush was still hanging.

The old man Baili saw his thoughts and said: "Don't worry, yesterday you did the second couplet because you were in the mood of playing chess with others, so you will be under great pressure.

Today you do poetry, but that will not happen. "

So Qin Feng nodded, and the brush fell on the white scroll, melting a little of the black ink.

I saw the opening chapter - "Qinghai Changyun Tianling Mountain" vividly on the paper.

The Dengwen furnace trembled for a while, and white smoke rose up to a height of one foot. The old man Baili stood up in shock and came to the side of Baijuan.

Cang Feilan stared at Bai Juan, dazed, as if seeing that scene.

And Qin Feng started writing again, and wrote the second sentence - "Looking at Zhenling Pass from the lonely city."

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers gathered in the dead city. Garuda was powerful, and killing people was like crushing ants. However, knowing that the strength of the two sides was very different, the hundred thousand soldiers guarded the dead city with the determination to die, and did not retreat a single step!

The Dengwen furnace emits a golden sound, and the white smoke rises for three feet!

The pen is like a dragon, and it is rendered on paper. See also-"The yellow sand wears the golden armor in a hundred battles."

The roar of all the soldiers shook the sky, paving the way for killing with flesh and blood, even if the blood stained the battle armor, and the iron clothes covered the dry bones, so what!

The old man Baili stared wide-eyed and clenched his right fist tightly, Cang Feilan was short of breath, and his chest kept rising and falling.

The Dengwen furnace began to shake violently, and the white smoke was as high as six feet!

Qin Feng opened his eyes sharply, and with the brush in his hand like the edge of a sword, he carved the final swan song on the white scroll - "If you don't break Jialou, you will never return it!"

Ding!
The ear-piercing golden sound resounded in the sky, and the white smoke suddenly rose from the Dengwen furnace, soaring straight into the sky, the height had already exceeded nine feet!
And above nine feet, it is a divine grade!

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