This song "Liangzhou Ci" is a famous song that recites the scene of the cold border. The whole poem describes a feast of the hard and desolate frontier, depicting the scene of the people drinking happily and drunkenly.

The first sentence is beautiful and beautiful, with a clear and pleasant tone, showing the luxurious style of the feast; one sentence uses the word "want to drink" to further describe the warm scene, with the banquet plus music, and deliberately creating the atmosphere. The third and fourth sentences describe the encouraging people to drink with each other, enjoy themselves, forget their worries, and be bold and open-minded.

Regarding these two sentences, some people commented: "If you speak openly, you will feel sad." Commentaries have always thought that they were sad and sad, and they hate war.

However, Shi Buhua's "Xian Zhong Shuo Poetry" commented on "Xian Zhong Shuo Poetry" in the Qing Dynasty: "It is easy to read the sad words, and it is wonderful to read the humorous words." Judging from the content, it is not aversion to the words of military life, nor to lament that life is unpreserved, it is nothing more than a difficult feeling of fighting for pain. However, the emotions of these three frontier poems have been mixed in. It is revealed in a slightly humorous and playful tone like "Don't laugh at the battlefield, how many people have returned from fighting in ancient times."

Su Lin chose this song "Liangzhou Ci", which was exactly in line with his mood and thoughts at this time. The ultimate goal of war is to avoid fighting and for peace.

Why war?

Why fight together?

It’s better to drink together and sleep drunk on the battlefield!

It was this kind of "war-weary" idea that the whole frontier war poem suddenly became higher. The poem reached the palace, then the Mingzhou, and finally the country. The nine sacred artifacts outside the government office buzzed and roared uncontrollably again, and even the cover of the nine sacred tripods was shaken up, and a holy power beam that was several times thicker than before was shot out.

"Zhenguo! It's really Zhenguo... This boy Su Lin... has actually written the battle poem about Zhenguo!"

Liang Rulin's slightly withered arms trembled excitedly and murmured. "I haven't seen the birth of poetry in the country with my own eyes for more than ten years..."

"Can even write about the poems of Zhan Zhen? Su Lin is really against the will of heaven..." Yuan Tianzhang was also stunned.

Seeing this movement, the people around him didn't know that Su Lin wrote the poem about Zhenguo's war. They all widened their eyes and did not dare to blink, for fear of missing the moment when Zhenguo's war poetry transformed.

The students in the palace became passionate in an instant and were hit by Ji Yu's blood armored chariot in Mingzhou. Now that Su Lin's national war poem was born, what they longed for was that Su Lin's national war poem could turn into a stronger chariot. He unceremoniously crushed Ji Yu's blood armored chariot.

"That's great! Su Lin, I knew you could do it."

Hearing the vibration and seeing the golden light, all from Su Lin's location, Hong Liyu was also excited, even more excited than she wrote the poem about Mingzhou herself. Hong Liyu didn't know why, but before she knew it, she was already firmly concerned about Su Lin.

"Zheng Guo! Brother Su, it seems that I still underestimate you. Your poetic talent is truly unparalleled..."

Ji Yu was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, but soon felt relieved again. He cheered up, "Even so, even if you are in the war of poetry, I will fight with you with my blood armored chariot, even if you are crushed to pieces, you will be willing to do anything!"

With Ji Yu's passion and tension, the generals on the blood-armored chariot in the air were also tense. As if they were facing a great enemy, their eyes stared at the golden light of the holy power in front of them, waiting for the transformation of the poems in the country, and they didn't know how powerful the chariot would be transformed.

"My country-controlling poems do not require chariots..."

Su Lin smiled slightly, communicated with the holy power of thought, and the holy light in the air gradually disappeared, but what appeared was not the domineering chariot that everyone expected, but a general who took off his armor and removed his weapons.

Is there only such a little power in the war poems of Zhenguo?

A general, without armor and weapons, soldiers and chariots, is he still a general?

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene. They were really far from what they expected. The people who were watching began to doubt it. Is this really a poem about fighting the country? Why do they feel that the transformed generals are not as good as young generals who leave the county? Not to mention the Mingzhou chariot.

"Old Liang, what's going on? The shock of the Nine Cauldrons just now clearly showed that Su Lin's Zhan Shi was at the level of the country! How could he only transform into a bare-handed general without armor and weapons?"

The prefect Yuan Tianzhang was also very puzzled. He had been presided over the imperial examination for several years, but he had never encountered such a situation. He hurriedly asked Liang Rulin, who was experienced.

"What is a bare-handed general? Haven't you seen that general holding a weapon in his hand?" Liang Rulin smiled and pointed at the general and said.

"Weapon? Why didn't I see it... Then... Mr. Liang, what kind of weapon is there? Mingming... she is clearly a wine gourd that is the same as your old hand?"

Yuan Tianzhang looked up again, and after seeing it clearly, he became even more confused.

"Boy Yuan, you don't understand this, right? Wine is the best weapon! Hehe... It seems that this kid Su Lin, like me, may be good at this sip... I'm so fond of it... I'll take out my treasured Monkey wine another day and drink a few glasses with this guy who is happy..." Liang Rulin said half jokingly and half seriously, but he had already remembered the word "Su Lin" deeply in his heart.

"Is this really a poem about fighting the country? Why is the general not wearing a sword, but carrying a wine gourd?"

"I can't understand! I can't understand...what is going on? Who will win and who will lose in the end?"

"How can I fight with a wine gourd? Any personal guard of the blood-armored chariot can easily win if he shoots it!"

...

"Brother Su, what does this mean? Is this the poem about fighting in the country like this?" Ji Yu was also puzzled. The blood-armored chariot in the air began to rush towards General Su Lin's wine gourd with murderous intent.

"You have a chariot and BMW, but I have good wine!

You have a huge fighting spirit, but I smiled and greeted you!

Since ancient times, there has been no result in killing and chaotic battles. Why not sleep in the battlefield and spend the Qing autumn?"

Facing the blood-armored chariot coming towards him, General Su Lin's wine gourd smiled, picked up the wine gourd, opened the plug at the mouth of the gourd, first shook the wine gourd, then leaned forward, gently smelled the mellow fragrance of wine, raised his head and poured a big mouthful into his mouth, and rumbled, and couldn't help but praise him: "Good wine!"

After drinking it myself, he shook the wine gourd, letting the fragrance of the wine drift out, and smiled at the general who was galloping on the chariot, saying, "Do you want to give me a glass of such a good wine?"

The aroma of wine wafts out, not only in the air, but even among the people below. The aroma of wine is very strange, unlike the strongness of ordinary wine, but with a mellow fragrance of peace. Wine is originally made of grain, and only a peaceful and prosperous year can produce high food. Only when the people are full can they have surplus grain to brew fine wine.

Since ancient times, fine wine has originally had the meaning of celebrating the harvest and peace, and thanking God for giving a happy life. Now, the general of the wine gourd transformed by Sulin's national war poem is not only a fine wine, but also a peaceful one.

The fragrance of wine makes people forget all troubles and wars.

Stop the war! Stop the war!

When the wine that represents peace and the fragrance of wine that does not fight floats to the general of the blood-armored chariot, even the sweat-blooded BMW was drunk, his eyes were red, and no matter how the two blood-armored guards whipped it, they could no longer move forward.

When the two blood-armored guards and generals were also immersed in the fragrance of wine, the entire blood-armored chariot began to fade. The blood color of the blood-armored chariot was originally the condensation of murderous aura and evil aura, but at this moment, the peaceful wine fragrance dissolved all the evil aura and murderous aura.

The chariot faded and then began to disintegrate. The guards were drunk in the fragrance of wine and shouted with great pleasure. They threw away their spears and took off their armor. They "chiluo" their arms and danced in the air that ancient dances celebrated the peace of harvest. The same was true for the generals, throwing their armor and throwing their swords to the ground. With a long sigh, they turned into a holy light name and shot towards the Nine Cauldron Light Curtain. The final score was also "Armor".

Failed!

There was no way to fight, and the blood armored chariot disintegrated by the fragrance of peace wine. This was a soldier who defeated others without fighting. Su Lin's General of the Wine Gourd raised the gourd again and drank it all, then shouted: "Happy." It also turned into a golden light of the Holy Power name, shot into the Nine Ding Light Curtain, and ranked first, and the score was the only "Arc".

"Win!"

Su Lin smiled slightly and gently put down the literary brush in his hand. Another poem to maintain the country was another poem that allowed him to gain nine holy bricks of poetry that preserve the country. However, what he gained the most was that he learned the true meaning of "war and non-war" from the tiger talisman.

True wars are ultimately aimed at maintaining peace. Only such wars are great and sacred, and are worthy of countless people to protect every inch of the rivers and mountains with their own blood.

"Not war? Peace? Is this the poem of fighting in the country that you have learned? Brother Su, although I admire your talent and thoughts very much, but... I don't agree with it like this. War will fight. You may not have seen the cruelty of the demon barbarians with your own eyes. I have killed no less than hundreds of demon barbarians in the wilderness for two years. The human race and demon barbarians are natural enemies of the worldly enemies, so it is impossible to have peace."

Ji Yu carefully savored the thoughts and emotions in Su Lin's "Liangzhou Ci", but shook his head and did not agree with this idea. Although he was defeated by Su Lin again in the poem and essay volume, Ji Yu was not discouraged. This time his poem about Mingzhou also gained three sacred bricks of Mingzhou poetry, integrated into the sea of ​​wisdom, and his thoughts became much more profound. Looking at the direction of Su Lin's seat, he smiled:

"Brother Su, I am inferior to you in posting scriptures and poetry, but the focus of the inspection of the palace is Mo Yi. As long as I surpass you in Mo Yi and consider the comprehensive results, the Nine Cauldrons of Holy Power will definitely judge me as the first place in Mao Cai!"

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