My wife is a sword god

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you, girl. But since you said that I made the rules, I will change the rules today." Baili raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Feng with ill intentions.

You old man, why are you looking at me? Didn't you just come up with a couplet yesterday? Are you not good enough to play with it?

"Hey, stinky boy, I admit that you have some talent in couplets, but today, I won't test you on couplets, but poems!"

"Test poems?" Qin Feng immediately showed a strange look.

"Not bad." Baili tapped the rattan chair with his fingers, and a copper furnace suddenly appeared in the attic. There were many exquisite patterns carved on the surface of the copper furnace, and golden light was flowing.

"This is Dengwenlu, and its function is quite simple. As long as someone writes poems in front of it, it will exhale white smoke to judge the quality of the poems.

The higher the height of the white smoke, the better the grade of the poems. Boy, I won't bully you. As long as the poems you write can reach more than three meters, I will let you two into Tingyuxuan. How about it?"

"This" Qin Feng hadn't answered yet, but Cang Feilan on the side couldn't help it: "Daqian Wensheng Daotong has been weak for a long time, and the poetry is declining. In the past ten years, how many poems higher than three meters have been published in Daqian? You make such a request, and you still say it's not bullying?"

"Hey, anyway, this rule is set by me. If you can't do it, you can leave, and I won't force you to stay." Baili old man crossed his legs, and his expression was indescribably asking for a beating.

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

Cang Feilan nodded slightly: "The white smoke of Dengwenlu is usually divided into three grades, one to three feet is ordinary, four to six feet is rare, and seven to nine feet is holy.

To improvise poetry, even the top scholars of Fengtian City Haowen Academy may not be able to do it, let alone you."

"Uh" You look down on me a little bit, although I can't do it, but I can become a plagiarist. Qin Feng complained in his heart, and then asked Baili Elder: "What if I can make a poem over six feet long?"

"Six feet? Just you?!" Baili Elder sneered.

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

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

"Stinky boy, if you can write a poem over six feet long, from now on, you can come and go as you like in Tingyuxuan!"

"Okay, it's a deal!" Qin Feng was secretly happy. There were many books in the attic, and they were of high quality. Moreover, you could read them for free without spending any money. It was really a treasure land, but every time you could only see the sunset, it was really inconvenient. If you could go in and out freely, wouldn't you be able to read from morning to night?

"Give me a question." Qin Feng waved his right hand, full of enthusiasm.

"What question?" Old Man Baili was stunned, and Cang Feilan beside him also cast a puzzled look.

"Just writing a poem casually, I'm afraid you will not accept it if it reaches more than six feet, so you limit the scope of the content of this poem!" Anyway, I was a top student in my previous life. In order to get in touch with more girls in college, I also chose liberal arts. The number of poems in my mind is so large and the scope is so wide that I am afraid to say it out. This is so cool!

Elder Baili said three good words in a row when he heard it. He has lived for so many years, and there are no more than a handful of young people who dare to be so arrogant in front of him. Today he will teach this young man what self-knowledge is!

"Since you said so, then you can write a poem with the battle of Zhenling Pass in Daqian eighteen years ago as the background!"

Cang Feilan heard the words and her delicate body trembled.

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

In the extreme south of Daqian, connected to Qinghai, there is a mountain named Tianling Mountain, towering into the clouds, and on Tianling Mountain, there is a powerful foreign race, its name is Garuda!

Garuda is a monster with a human face and a bird body. It is born with supernatural power and feeds on dragons. With a flap of its wings, it can soar into the sky and ten thousand miles.

Eighteen years ago, Garuda invaded Daqian on a large scale, broke through Zhenling Pass, and caused great suffering to all living beings.

The previous Emperor Ming Chong was furious and sent 100,000 soldiers and the strongest fighting force of the Demon Slayer Division to Zhenling Pass to fight the Garuda clan to the death.

That battle was a bloody battle. Even with the help of the dragon clan, the human race still won a tragic victory. The Garuda clan was forced to retreat outside Zhenling Pass, and less than 100 of the 100,000 soldiers who participated in the battle returned.

Under Zhenling Pass, the land was dyed dark red by blood, and it has not faded for nearly a year!

After Qin Feng recalled these, he felt heavy-hearted, and even the original intention of pretending to be cool faded a lot.

He couldn't help but sigh that in such a chaotic world, the rare peace of the human race was all infused with the blood of heroes.

"Do you have paper and pen?"

In the attic, a white scroll brush flew out in response.

Qin Feng took a deep breath and was about to write, but he suddenly remembered the scene when he wrote the couplet yesterday, and the brush was suspended.

Old man Baili saw his thoughts and said, "Don't worry, you wrote the couplet yesterday, you were playing chess with others, so you were under great pressure.

Today, you will not have that kind of situation when you write poems."

So that's it. Qin Feng nodded, and the brush fell on the white paper, dissolving a little black ink.

The opening - "Qinghai Changyun Tianling Mountain" jumped onto the paper.

The Dengwen furnace trembled, and white smoke came out, as high as ten feet. Old man Baili stood up in shock and came to the side of the white paper.

Cang Feilan stared at the blank scroll, lost in thought, as if he saw the scene.

And Qin Feng picked up his pen again and wrote the second sentence - "The lonely city looks at Zhenling Pass from afar."

One hundred thousand soldiers gathered in the dead city. Garuda was powerful and killed people like crushing ants. However, knowing that the strength of the two sides was very different, the hundred thousand soldiers were determined to die and guarded the dead city without retreating a step!

The Dengwen furnace made a golden sound, and white smoke rose three feet!

The pen moved like a dragon, and the paper was painted, and it was seen again - "The yellow sand wears the golden armor after a hundred battles."

The roars of the soldiers shook the sky, and they paved the way for killing with their flesh and blood. Even if the armor was stained with blood and the iron clothes wrapped the dry bones, what could they do!

Old man Baili widened his eyes and clenched his right fist. Cang Feilan breathed rapidly and his chest kept rising and falling.

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

Qin Feng's eyes suddenly opened, and the brush in his hand was like a sword, and he carved the last masterpiece on the blank scroll - "I will never return until I break the Jialou!"

Ding!

The piercing sound of the golden ringing echoed through the sky, and the white smoke from the Dengwen furnace suddenly rose and rushed into the sky. The height had already exceeded nine feet!

And above nine feet, it is a divine product!

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