In just two rounds, the blood-armored chariot collided hard and defeated Hong Liyu's Mingzhou chariot.

"Brother Su, I defeated Hong Liyu, and you are the only one left now. I really look forward to what kind of frontier war poems you can write and can you still conquer the country?"

Su Lin suppressed the exam, and Ji Yu's competitive spirit was also aroused. Since Su Lin was able to be better at the strategy he was good at, Ji Yu thought that he might not be able to beat Su Lin's proud poems?

Immediately afterwards, many poems from the county were born. A young armored general was transformed by the Nine Dings. However, as soon as they were exposed to the evil aura and murderous aura of the Blood Armored Chariot, they would collapse without attacking and turned into the name of the Holy Power, and they would compare the rankings on the Nine Dings Light Curtain.

"Old Liang, he broke through Hong Liyu's Mingzhou chariot in just two rounds. It seems... Ji Yu's blood-armored chariot is going to win the first place in poetry and essays." Yuan Tianzhang said.

"Isn't that boy Su Lin not written a poem yet? Not necessarily!" Liang Rulin smiled and said, "Although the blood-armored chariot is powerful, it is just a battle poem at the peak of Mingzhou. If Su Lin could write a poem about fighting in the country, he would naturally be able to defeat it!"

"Old Liang, do you really think that the poems of the country are like cabbage? What's more, the poems of the frontier war! Su Lin has never seen the real battles on the frontier, so even with his talent and ability, it is probably unlikely that he would want to write the poems of the country's frontier wars! You see, he has hesitated for so long and has not written them, and he must have encountered a problem."

Yuan Tianzhang said analytically that although he recognized Su Lin's talent in poetry, he also understood that frontier war poetry did not have a personal experience. Even Mingzhou's poems are difficult to write.

"That's true. Even I can't write a war poem about the country."

Liang Rulin sighed, then felt relieved again, and said with a smile, "But, you might as well look forward to it, what if... what if! What surprise does this kid bring us?"

With Liang Rulin, there was Hong Liyu who had just lost. At this time, Hong Liyu was not depressed at all. On the contrary, she was already very satisfied and contented. With her strength, she could only write a poem about Dafu at most. However, because she followed Su Lin and observed the entire process of Su Lin's writing of the country-controlled poems, she had such an understanding and inspired memories. She wrote such a poem about Mingzhou's "General".

"Sulin, I believe you can definitely do it. "The Frontier" that defeated Ji Yu..."

Hong Liyu smiled slightly and looked at the direction of Su Lin's position. Although she could not see Su Lin because of the obstacles, she still believed that Su Lin could definitely write a war poem about the country.

The people around were also shocked by the blood-armored chariot. They could not imagine how much chariot could defeat this murderous blood-armored chariot. The students of the court, even the juren, could not help but lower their heads with guilt under the gaze of the general on the blood-armored chariot.

At this time, Su Lin was at a loss in the face of the blank holy power test paper. Many war poems and lyrics flashed in his Zhihai, but none of them could be written in real terms. This feeling was very bad, and the more anxious he was, the more chaotic the thoughts in Zhihai became.

The fog of thought began to slowly dissipate...

The ice of thought is melted into water...

The sea of ​​thoughts surged uneasily...

"What should I do? Why can't I write it out... How to defeat Ji Yu's Blood Armored Chariot?"

Even the three ways of thinking collapsed when Su Lin was panicked. Su Lin forced himself to calm down. Because of Hong Liyu's defeat, Su Lin wanted to win even more, and thus his mood fell into a inferior position and he was determined to win.

"No! I can't panic. Since I can't understand the emotional thoughts in the national war poem, it's because there is no real experience on the frontier battlefield, then... should I find a way to experience it?"

Taking a deep breath, Su Lin finally calmed down and calmed down his mind. He turned the water of his thoughts into the three states of water again, and began to think calmly.

"But now in the examination room, how do I experience the frontier battlefield?" Su Lin frowned slightly and thought, "Oh! If Ji Yu's 'Shi Jing' was still in my hands just now, I could use the illusion in the 'Shi Jing' to comprehend the picture of the frontier battlefield... But now, there is no similar Wenbao in my hand..."

Just thinking about this, Su Lin's thoughts swept towards the treasures he had on him. Su Lin's eyes lit up instantly, and he clapped his hands and said, "Tiger Talisman! The Tiger Talisman that General Shen Ruoxue gave me that day is it."

The general's tiger talisman, who has been quiet in Su Lin's Qiankun bag, was given to Su Lin by General Shen Ruoxu to repay his life-saving grace. When Su Lin smashed Ran Zicheng's holy brick in "Theory of Wealth, Poverty and Sadness" on the Great Wall, it was equivalent to saving the life of General Shen Ruoxu in disguise.

With this tiger talisman in hand, Su Lin could even mobilize Shen Ruoxu's personal soldiers, Qianniu Guards. However, for Su Lin at present, the most important thing is to deeply experience the feeling of the frontier battlefield through this stone-sealed tiger talisman.

"This was originally just an ordinary Wenbao Tiger Talisman, but after General Shen Ruoxu was born and died, he fought bloodily on countless battlefields, and was also stained with a layer of strong evil spirits and murderous aura..."

Su Lin looked at the stone seal tiger talisman carefully. Under the cover of the Nine Cauldrons, any cheating behavior would be found, but Su Lin looked at the stone seal tiger talisman but was not within the scope of cheating.

Before, Su Lin's thoughts were not deep enough and could not see the difference between the tiger talisman. Now, he can see the essence through the phenomenon and find all kinds of breath and spiritual thoughts placed under the surface of the tiger talisman.

"Huh? What kind of smell is this...the strong wine?"

Three ways of thinking were exploring the stone seal tiger talisman from outside to inside. Su Lin's entire spiritual thought was pulled into an illusion.

"This is...the army camp! That is...the general Shen Ruoxue?"

Entering the illusion, Su Lin was taken into Shen Ruoxu's general camp. He saw Shen Ruoxu who was drinking happily with his subordinates, and saw the general Shen Ruoxu who was holding a sword in one hand and a big bowl in the other.

This was a feast, probably a hot drink after the victory. But just as I was drinking the fine wine, the scout suddenly came to report that the barbarian army had made a comeback, and the heavy troops were already in the forefront and they came to kill again.

Hearing this news, Shen Ruoxu was not panicked at all. He continued to fill the big bowl and drank it hard. Then he pulled out the sword of glazed light, laughed three times, and ordered the three armies to break out of the camp tent, and led the way on the wild battlefield, fighting bloody battles, singing and laughing wildly, while harvesting the lives of barbarian soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables.

In a war, no matter how winning or losing, in the end, there are still corpses all over the ground and blood is formed. The general Chen Ruoxu numbly waved his sword, crossed the heavy corpses, and carried the head of the barbarian general in his hand. He returned to the central army's tent, laughed three times, drank three big bowls, but started crying again, for the soldiers who lost their lives in the war...

Finally, General Chen Ruoxue asked someone to carry out a hundred bottles of fine wine, and drank with the soldiers on the ruins of the battlefield, while paying homage to his dead comrades around him.

Drinking hard and singing, wielding a sword to kill the enemy...

Scenes, every scene, through this stone-sealed tiger talisman, Su Lin saw the real frontier battlefield. Only survival and death, only about victory and failure, the living soldiers have become killing machines. Wine is the best stimulant. Perhaps what the soldiers hope most is to drink wine and drink wine, lie on the battlefield, never wake up again, and face such killing again, right?

War is cruel. Even on the face of the general Chen Ruoxue, Su Lin saw the boredom of war. But he had no choice. In order to protect the country, to protect the people, and to guard the land that gave birth to him, he could only bathe in blood, fight, and watch thousands of soldiers he trained with himself forever sleeping in this cemetery that should not belong to them...

war?

Why fight?

The illusion in front of him gradually dissipated, but Su Lin's mood became heavier. The focus of his thoughts was no longer the imminent poetry examination in front of him, but instead thinking about the meaning of the existence of war.

"War! In order to plunder the wealth of our human race, and squeeze our living space, the barbarians constantly launch wars... and what about our human race? It is for protection, for survival... Our war... The ultimate goal is to... not to fight!"

war!

It's to not fight!

War and peace!

Wars for the sake of not fighting are just, and wars for peace are the ultimate goal.

At this moment, Su Lin's thoughts became clear, and he was finally able to understand the thoughts that were tired of war in the war poems and lyrics.

The sea of ​​wisdom passed by quickly, and his eyes could not be moved away from Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci". Especially the sentence "Don't laugh at me when you are drunk on the battlefield, how many people have returned from war in ancient times" directly hit the scene and mood that Su Lin had just experienced.

Just on this battlefield, get drunk! Only when you are drunk can you forget that you will still be born and die tomorrow. Only when you are drunk can you joke with the swords, guns, blood and death, and you can forget the sorrow and sorrow of leaving your hometown and staying away from your relatives...

Thoughts and emotions were fully connected by this line of poems, reaching an unprecedented peak. In Su Lin's sea of ​​wisdom, the tide of thought surged, as if it was tsunami. He held his breath in his heart, and he could not do it without hesitation. He rushed out and wrote:

“Grape wine luminous cup,

The pipa is about to drink and urges you to immediately.

Don't laugh at me if you are drunk on the battlefield,

How many people have returned from war in ancient times?"
Chapter completed!