ALL NOVEL Chapter 44: 1 Poetry breaks the trend, and the long river of literature reappears
"Dark clouds threaten to destroy the city."
boom!
As this poem was recited, the void was shaken, as if a huge creature was suddenly awakened.
"One sentence is astonishing to the world. This man's attainments in poetry and prose are so terrifying!"
Despite Zheng Xuan's state of mind, he was also shocked by Liu Ye's performance at this moment.
Although compared to these old guys who are already half buried in the ground, the long river of literature prefers those young talents.
But no matter how much he favors it, not all poems can catch his eye.
Now Liu Ye only used the first sentence to trigger a shock in the literary world. Looking at the entire history of literature, it is also quite explosive.
However, Liu Ye knew nothing about the changes in the outside world. He just wanted to finish memorizing the song "The Journey of the Governor of Yanmen" as soon as possible.
After a short pause, Liu Ye chanted the second sentence, followed by the third and fourth sentences...
When the last sentence was recited, something unexpected happened.
At this moment, Liu Ye only felt that the Wen Qi in the sea of consciousness was like a flood that burst the embankment. It began to be consumed quickly, and one third of it was gone in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, in the sky above Yanmen Pass, mountains of words slowly emerged one by one.
Just floating quietly in the void, shining brightly.
Even the heavy clouds cannot cover up this dazzling light.
Zheng Xuan looked up at the sky with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, and then began to recite word by word:
"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it, and the armor's light is shining towards the golden scales of the sun."
"The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, and the night is purple when stuffed with swallow fat."
"A half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River. The frost is heavy and the drums are cold but the sound cannot be heard."
"Report your favor on the golden stage, support the Jade Dragon and die for you."
"Okay, okay! What a great way to report your favor on the golden stage, and support the Jade Dragon to die for you!"
"This poem should be a famous line through the ages!"
Zheng Xuan couldn't help stroking his hands and laughing.
As a literary and Taoist master, Zheng Xuan felt that he had no regrets in this life when he could witness the birth of a poem handed down from generation to generation with his own eyes!
At this moment, a pale golden beam of literary energy fell from the void.
That unrivaled power, as soon as it appeared, shredded the clouds in the sky, and the sun once again filled the earth.
"Roar!!"
With an unwilling roar, the black wolf shadow above the barbarian army also disappeared.
In front of the long river of literature and art, all ghosts and ghosts are just passing clouds.
At the same time, Liu Ye's entire body was also wrapped in the beam of literary energy, and the literary energy in the sea of consciousness began to increase rapidly.
1500 silks, 2000 silks, 3000 silks... until the Wenqi light beam completely dissipated, Liu Ye's Wenqi in the sea of consciousness had been raised to a full silk, and he officially entered the third state of Wen Dao - the state of nourishing nature!
Nourished by the vast amount of literary energy, the prototype of Wenxin has grown from 3 centimeters before to 10 centimeters now, and is still growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The time it takes to open the door to literature has also been increased from the previous three breaths to ten breaths!
"Hey, this is it?"
Just as he was about to exit the sea of consciousness, Liu Ye suddenly noticed that the pale golden characters were floating in the literary atmosphere, like dancing elves.
If you observe carefully, you can find that if these characters are combined together, it is a complete song "Yanmen Taishou Xing".
Liu Ye tried to move a character, and the next second it actually appeared in his palm.
"So, what's the use of this thing?"
Playing with the "city" character in his hand, Liu Ye suddenly had the urge to throw it out and hit people.
After taking a look at the barbarian army that was already in turmoil under the city, Liu Ye did not hesitate and threw the word "city" out with his backhand.
The moment the word "city" was released, it swelled in the wind. When it reached the sky above the barbarian army, it had turned into a golden city three feet high and ten feet wide.
It looks like a mini Yanmen Pass!
The next second, it hit the barbarian army formation heavily.
In an instant, as if the earth was shattering, a huge pothole with a radius of tens of meters suddenly appeared on the spot.
As for the barbarian soldiers who were hit, they were naturally dead without even a trace left!
With just one blow, hundreds of barbarians were killed.
Although this is related to the opponent standing too densely, it is enough to show the terrifying power of this "city" character!
"The magical power of literature and art - a word worth a thousand pieces of gold!"
Seeing this scene, Zheng Xuan couldn't help but scream in surprise.
The magical power of literature and art is a special method that only those who cultivate literature in the third realm of middle school have, among which a word worth a thousand gold can make a word worth a thousand catties.
The weight of a word is like a falling mountain. It is an extremely powerful offensive magical power, and only a few people can understand it.
Unexpectedly, Liu Ye had just entered the Seventh Level of Cultivation of Nature, and already mastered such powerful literary and magical powers, which was really the path of good luck.
"So strong!"
Seeing the "city" character returning to the ocean of literature, Liu Ye was also frightened by the power of this gadget.
That blow just now had the power of a million kilograms at least.
If it weren't for swinging forward too long, even those in the Qi Gathering realm would be killed in one fell swoop!
However, at this time, this "city" character has become extremely illusory, and it needs to be cultivated in the ocean of literature for a period of time before it can be gazed at again.
Fortunately, there are 55 more characters like this, which can be used interchangeably.
……
"puff!!"
A sound of vomiting blood suddenly sounded from a luxurious carriage in the center of the barbarian army.
"gentlemen?"
Hearing the noise, a middle-aged barbarian holding a spurge beside the carriage quickly asked.
"It doesn't matter. There are experts at Yanmen Pass. This battle needs a long-term plan. We must first withdraw thirty miles."
A weak voice came from the carriage.
"Yes!"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged barbarian general did not hesitate at all and directly issued a retreat order to the entire army.
After a while, the 100,000 barbarian army began to retreat.
"The barbarian army has retreated!"
"The barbarian army has retreated!"
A deputy general reported happily to Zhang Liao.
"Ah."
Zhang Liao just nodded, with no emotion or anger on his face.
He knew very well that the other party's military deployment today was just to test the depth of Yanmen Pass.
Although the military situation is now broken, it is not enough to dispel the other party's idea of attacking Yanmen Pass. At most, it can bring the two sides back to the same level.
As long as one hundred thousand barbarian troops remain, this war will be inevitable.
……
In the Chinese army camp, Zhang Liao, Zheng Xuan, and Liu Ye sat opposite each other.
"Today's battle depends entirely on my dear brother to turn the tide. It is not advisable to drink during the war, so I will give you a drink of tea instead of wine!"
Zhang Liao raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
"Brother Zhang, you're welcome. As a soldier, I have to protect my family and my country as my own responsibility!"
Liu Ye didn't feel that his contribution was very great. Instead, he used this battle to successfully transfer a poem.
The most important thing is that Liu Ye found the correct way to copy poems.
To sum up, there are two points. First, we must take advantage of the situation and not recite poetry for the sake of reciting poetry.
Secondly, it must be in line with the current scene, and it must not be moaning indiscriminately.
As long as the above two conditions are met, it is possible to trigger a long river of literature and art to manifest in the world.
Of course, the premise is that the poems copied are good enough, otherwise it will be in vain.
"Mr. Zheng, who do you think is secretly helping the barbarians?"
Zhang Liao poured a full cup of tea for Zheng Xuan and asked him casually.
The barbarians had no literary practitioners since ancient times, let alone a soldier in the military formation realm, so they could only help secretly from a certain noble family in the Han Dynasty.
Zheng Xuan laughed when he heard this, but the next words made Zhang Liao perk up!