The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1519 Legend!

The most common situation where similar situations occur is not in military camps, but in prisons. A large number of prisoners are locked in small cells. Some people often go crazy, which triggers other people's emotions, causing some prisoners to yell or even harm themselves, forming a vicious circle. "Supervise Xiao".

After every camp roar, all soldiers will be mentally traumatized and cannot go back to the battlefield without three to five months of recuperation.

Zhang Qingfeng passed the letter again.

"They must have been prepared. Neither you nor I can enter those military camps. If we make any move, they will trigger the camp roar in advance, and in the end they will still frame the camp roar on us! Even if we are tongue-tied, I am afraid we will still Before he even finished speaking the first word, he would be sealed by Lumenhou using his temple skills! Now, the highest official in Zhucheng is Lumenhou, not you, Zhujianghou!"

Fang Yun smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that he had already been under a series of pressures, and now he was added to the pressure of the whole army.

Fang Yun knew very well that once the army roared, his journey to Shushan would come to a ruined end!

"well……"

The sigh before was caused by Zhang Longxiang, but at this moment, it was Fang Yun who was sighing.

Fang Yun looked at the sky, suddenly thinking of distant relatives and friends, and the familiar but unfamiliar faces appeared in his mind.

Fang Yun was silent, realizing that he had been under too much pressure these days and was so absorbed in playing Zhang Longxiang that he had been affected by his experiences these days.

"As expected of the Ninth Mountain..."

Fang Yun recalled the experience of entering the world of Confucius and Shengwen, and his life was extremely chaotic, completely out of his control.

“Is Zhang Longxiang’s growing gray hair caused by the Book of Changes, or is it caused by me?”

Fang Yun felt deeply exhausted.

"Once the hard work has happened, the stars of war are scattered for several weeks. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is floating, and the life experience is ups and downs. The panic is said to be frightening on the beach, and the loneliness is sighing in the ocean... Where are we talking about Wen Tianxiang, and where are we talking about Zhang Longxiang, it is clearly Talking about my luck!"

Fang Yun slowly walked back to the table, sat on a chair, held an ink ingot, and slowly studied the ink.

Not long after, Fang Yun held up the loose right cuff with his left hand, held the pen in his right hand and reached towards the inkstone, dipping it in the black ink.

"Are we going to finish "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"?"

Fang Yun thought in his heart and couldn't help but write.

After all the hardships, only a few weeks of fighting have occurred. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters, and the life experience is ups and downs...

Looking at the seven words "The ups and downs of life, the rain hits Ping", Fang Yun stopped writing, crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it to the ground, and then started writing again with a look of sadness.

Hope of spring.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation.

Fang Yun thought of standing at the top of the city looking south a few days ago. The territory belonging to the Chu Kingdom had been destroyed, but the mountains, rivers and rivers were still there. In this spring day, the old land was covered with grass.

The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.

At this moment, I am extremely sad. Even when I see flowers blooming, I can't help but shed tears. Because I am separated from my family and friends, and even when I hear the cheerful chirping of birds, I feel heartache.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

When the two armies are at war, the letters sent between the battlefield and hometown are more precious than ten thousand taels of gold, because only relatives can heal one's sorrow.

The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.

Being depressed and upset can only make people scratch their heads, so that their hair becomes thinner and thinner, and they can no longer be tied with hairpins. Aging like this is probably the most powerless and lonely moment in this life.

The poem is completed and the sound spreads thousands of miles!

Within a thousand miles, everyone could hear Zhang Longxiang reciting the song "Spring Hope" in a very loud voice.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation.

The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.

The fragrance of ink overflowed, and everyone in Zhucheng smelled the strange fragrance of ink, and at the same time they were infected by the emotions in this poem.

Pages of poetry burn.

The vitality above the Marshal's Mansion gathered crazily towards Fang Yun's location, and the vitality of the nearby world was drained out in an instant.

Most of the scholars in Pearl City felt the change of vitality.

After Wei Changxian listened to this poem, his face was livid, but then a look of sarcasm appeared. However, when he noticed that the vitality above Fang Yun began to gather, his expression changed drastically, and he ran quickly to Lumenhou's study, and at the same time urgently passed the letter.

"Marshal, something is wrong! This poem has spread thousands of miles. It is obviously a poem that has conquered the country, but it can actually arouse the vitality of heaven and earth. It is very likely to become a legendary poem like Fang Xusheng's "Shui Diao Ge Tou"! Please! The marshal cut off the vitality of heaven and earth, interrupted this poem, and sealed Zhang Longxiang!"

Wei Changxian ran a few steps, only to find that Marquis Lumen did not answer him, and there was no movement from the temple.

At the Zhujiang Military Camp, Liu He'an, a young boy, took out the letter from his arms and looked at the address on the envelope with indignation.

"The last Marquis of Zhujiang was such a hero, but this young Marquis is not even allowed to send home letters! No wonder many people are scolding, I think the scolding is too mild! Originally, it was better to write letters to my hometown during the Qingming Festival. If Without Zhang Longxiang, this letter from me would have been in my mother’s hands a long time ago! If she couldn’t receive it, she would have been running to the village looking in the direction of the Pearl River and crying every day.”

As he spoke, Liu Hean's eyes turned red.

Suddenly, a loud voice reciting poetry came from the sky.

After listening to the complete poem, Liu He'an burst into tears and wetted his family letters.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Liu He'an couldn't bear it any longer. He covered his eyes with his right hand and cried, but he only cried a few times. He suddenly took his right hand away and looked at the family letter he was holding in his left hand.

The letter trembled slightly.

Liu Hean was extremely surprised. The letter moved automatically. He should have been frightened by this change, but now he instinctively felt relieved, and then he gently let go.

He saw the letter spinning in the air, as if saying goodbye, and then heard a whoosh sound, flying straight into the sky.

Liu Hean looked at the sky, tears flowed again, because the letter was flying in the direction of his hometown, and because tens of thousands of letters were rising from Zhucheng and flying far away.

Letters flew north like wild geese.

"Is this the saint helping us?" Liu Hean looked into the distance with tears in his eyes, watching the letter gradually go away.

At this moment, 300,000 soldiers looked up to the north, and 800,000 people in Zhucheng looked up to the north.

Fang Yun was also looking at the north. He saw a letter flying from his residence. It was his reading experience written to Zhang Jingan.

Fang Yun smiled indifferently and walked forward.

"Spring Hope" directly ranked first on the Hanlin Literature List.

The discussion list exploded, the Confucius literary world exploded, and the Shengyuan Continent exploded.

Within a few breaths, the titles of the articles on the discussion list in the literary world were all full of praise.

"The first talent in the literary world! Zhang! Long! Xiang!"

"Ten years in prison, tears have not dried, a piece of "Spring Thoughts" moved the world!"

"Unprecedented in the ages, and it will be hard to repeat in the future!"

"Eight sentences stabilize the army, and a poem calms the world!"

"It is better to guard the country than to spread it to the world, "Spring Thoughts" is better than "Sharing the Moonlight Together"! This poem is far better than Fang Xusheng's "Water Melody Song Head"!"

"The merit of passing it down is better than the eternal literary reputation!"

"The name of Long Xiang, the ability of Long Xiang!"

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