My wife is a sword god

Chapter 19 The Eve
The old man Baili recited the poem in his heart, closed his eyes, and fell into memory.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers went to the extreme south. Before leaving, each of them left a suicide note at home. They never thought that they could go back alive.

The two sides fought at Zhenling Pass for three days and three nights. At a glance, blood flowed like a river and corpses were everywhere.

Before the soldiers in front died, in order to resist Garuda's charge with their flesh and blood, they inserted the blade into the sole of their feet, fixed their bodies on the ground, and turned them into shields for the soldiers behind.

In this way, they went on and on and finally drove Jialuluo back to Tianling Mountain.

The word tragic is no longer enough to describe the battle situation at that time, what is the concept of a hundred thousand soldiers returning less than a hundred?
The old man Baili held up the white scroll with the poems written on it, and couldn't help feeling: "At that time, if there were this poem to help out, why did so many people die?
Boy, what's the name of this poem? "

Qin Feng pondered for a moment, then replied: "Senior, you can write the title of the poem by yourself."

"Okay, then this poem is called "Zhenling Pass"!" As soon as the words were finished, the old man Baili waved his sleeve, and the brush in Qin Feng's hand immediately slipped into the old man's hand.

I saw the old man pick up the pen and drop the scroll, and the vigorous and powerful three characters Zhenlingguan were inscribed at the beginning of the scroll, which was actually shining brightly!
At the same time, Qin Feng seemed to hear the roars of all the soldiers fighting on the battlefield, and the gold and iron horses were swallowing thousands of miles away!

The white-haired old man looked at the white scroll, and said with some regret: "Poetry is a good poem, but it's a pity that this word. Boy, you should practice calligraphy after you go back."

Qin Feng's expression froze and he didn't respond. In fact, the original owner had been studying for more than ten years, and he still had a good handwriting. However, he came through a soul, and it seemed that his body hadn't memorized those calligraphy.

While shaking his head and sighing, the old man Baili rolled up the white roll naturally, and wanted to put the white roll in his arms.

It has been a long time since the original treasure of the poems of the gods appeared, and this time it can make a lot of money. Just when the old man was thinking this way, a pure white jade hand grabbed the other end of the white scroll.

"What?" The old man looked wary.

"This poem was written by him, why should you put it away, bring it!"

Qin Feng froze in place. Why does this scene seem familiar?

"You girl, you took away the second couplet yesterday, but you still want this poem today? No!"

"It seems that you have forgotten that the Dragon Beard Brush is almost used up."

That's right, that's right, the same recipe, the same taste. Qin Feng enjoyed watching the play, but suddenly thought of something, his face froze. Yesterday's second couplet and today's poem were clearly written by me. You two are arguing. , It seems that you haven't asked my opinion?

"Miss Cang, senior, this poem seems to be me"

"Poetry, what poetry?" Elder Baili and Cang Feilan spoke in unison.

If you are so brazen, you are losing. Qin Feng cupped his fists and retreated.

"Nizi, how about I make a deal with you, as long as you give me this poem, from now on, Yuxuan, you can come and leave whenever you want!"

Hearing this, Cang Feilan was silent for a moment, and finally chose to let go, which was somewhat unexpected by Qin Feng.

The old man Baili finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and carefully put the white scroll into his arms.

Everything is set, Qin Feng can't wait to enter the attic to read books and accumulate literary energy.

Just met Guixiu, if not for Miss Cang guarding him, he would definitely die.

And that ghost Xiuxiu was coming towards him. Although he didn't know what the other party's purpose was, who could guarantee that if they escaped this time, they wouldn't come a second time or a third time?
Right now, the only priority is to improve your own strength!
"When entering the attic this time, we must find a way to break through to the ninth grade of Wensheng. In this way, at least we can use the Haotian mirror and have a little self-protection ability." Thinking like this, Qin Feng stepped into the attic.

At this time, the old man Baili suddenly said: "Boy, I think you have some talent, do you want to enter Haowen Academy in Fengtian City for further study?"

Cang Feilan paused when she heard the words.

"Hao Wen Yuan?" Qin Feng bowed his head, wanting to say that within the Daqian, those who have mastered the literati, saints and Taoism must belong to this Imperial Capital Hao Wen Yuan.

According to legend, the Haowen Academy contains a lot of experience about the orthodox tradition of the sage of literature, as well as the unique knowledge of the sage of literature, and it is a holy place that scholars all over the world yearn for.

And the Tianjian Guoshi who founded the Haowen Academy is the only one who has stepped into the second rank of Wensheng throughout the ages.

"Senior, is there a way to let me in there?"

"Naturally there is."

Qin Feng expressed his calmness, but he was shocked in his heart. He could enter the holy place that scholars yearn for lightly. The identity of this bad old man is probably more terrifying than he originally thought.

But
"No, I'm fine staying here."

"Brat, do you know what the Haowen Academy means to scholars, and you want to miss this opportunity?"

"The top literary saints in Daqian are all in the Haowen Academy, so I naturally know the value of it."

"Then you still?"

Qin Feng said solemnly: "There are people in Jinyang City that the younger generation cares about, and I don't want to leave them. What's more, as long as you have the world in mind, where can you not study?"

Of course, the more important reason is that the water in the imperial capital is too deep, and the father moved away with his family just to protect himself and the Qin family.

Going back by yourself now, wouldn't you be throwing yourself into a trap?Even if you really want to enter the Haowen Academy, you have to wait until your strength has improved, otherwise you will be too passive.
"Okay! What a big heart, you can study anywhere, but I underestimated you." The old man Baili lay back on the wicker chair again, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he didn't say any more.

"Miss Cang, what are you doing here, don't you go in?" Qin Feng asked curiously as he passed by Cang Feilan.

The latter glanced at it lightly, and stepped into the attic, but the outline of the lips printed under the black square scarf seemed to be slightly floating.

Qin Feng followed closely behind, seeing the books all over his eyes again, his eyes narrowed slightly, this time, he vowed not to leave until he stepped into the ninth rank!

And not long after the two stepped into Ting Yuxuan, a middle-aged man in patched clothes and with a broken leg passed by with a cane.

The scar on the broken leg was obviously a burn, all the flesh and blood were necrotic, and the wound was so hideous that it made one's scalp tingle.

All kinds of horrific scars can also be seen on the arm exposed from the sleeve. It is hard to imagine what this person has gone through to become what he is today.

The middle-aged man handed out the flagon in his hand: "Old man, your wine."

The old man Baili took the jug, opened it and took a sip, and couldn't help but praise: "Your old Li's wine smells good enough, unlike other wines, which taste as weak as water. Here, this is the price for the wine."

A string of copper coins, thirty Wen.

"Too many." The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows.

"The extra bento is your errand expenses. Remember, it's still this time tomorrow. Bring the wine."

"Aren't the old man's legs and feet not smooth? He's so lazy." The middle-aged man snorted, stuffed the copper coins into his arms, and limped away.

The old man Baili looked at the back of the other party leaving, then opened the jug, raised his head, sighed, and sighed: "This wine is really fucking strong!"

Bai Juan in his arms hugged him even tighter.

At night, the moonlight is like water, Fengtian City, Liu's House, Fuguo Duke's Mansion.

In the cold courtyard, the moon was covered by clouds and mists, and there was no light.

Faintly visible, there is a woman in white sitting there.

And beside her, there was a woman in blue clothes with a sword in her hand and a sword case on her back.

"Miss, Master Liu has already spread the news about your marriage."

"Ah."

"Miss, do you really want to go to Jinyang City and marry the eldest son of a third-class Fuguo general?" The woman in blue said excitedly.

"Ah."

"Miss, your injury may still be healed." The woman in blue couldn't bear to say any more.

For a desperate person, any hope that is out of reach is cruel. Maybe Master Liu also understands this and made up his mind to let the young lady go to a remote place to enjoy the rest of her life in peace.

The moon broke through the clouds, and the bright moonlight fell on the woman in white. Her skin was like snow, her hair was like a waterfall, her beautiful face was suffocating, like a fairy descending to earth.

It's a pity that this woman's face is as cold as ice, and her eyes are like a pool of stagnant water.

Looking down, I saw that the woman was not sitting on a stone bench, but a wheelchair.

She is Liu Jianli from the Liu family.

(End of this chapter)