SFS Chapter 1087: A Qingci poem "Huanxisha"
Chapter 1087: A Qingci poem "Huanxisha"
Chapter 1087 A Qingci "Huanxisha"
Chang Shiba raised his hand lightly and said, "Brother, would you like to go into the temple and have a chat?"
"it is good!"
The three of them walked into the Confucian Temple.
As soon as their figures disappeared, a golden circle appeared out of nowhere in the spring rain, separating the text and the path.
In a short while, Moye Pass possessed the Confucian Temple...
This ancient pass seems to have taken a step back into the human race.
The trees began to turn green, the air became fresh, and a yearning for peace and stability appeared on people's faces. The Da Cang Army, which had marched 100,000 miles, seemed to suddenly see the familiar misty Jiangnan in the frontier.
In the Confucian Temple, Chang Shiba waved his hand lightly, and two chairs appeared out of thin air.
It is still his familiar brushstrokes, and it is still his usual technique - using words as chairs.
The word under Lin Su’s butt is “Su”.
And the word under his butt is "Chang".
There is no longer the mystery of the "three or five watches" of the past, but instead it is replaced by naturalness and openness.
A cup of tea was handed to the other person, and their eyes met. For a moment, it seemed as if a thousand words were spoken to each other...
"In the past, in the capital of Da Cang, you and I also sat opposite each other like this. Now thinking about it, it seems like a lifetime ago." Chang Shiba said.
"People and things in this world are all impermanent, but in reality, there is also permanence!" Lin Su said, "I have to say that the Palace Master has a keen eye in choosing you as the special night watchman."
Chang Shiba is a truly principled person.
The night watchman is a transcendent figure sent by the Temple to various secular countries. His every move can affect the destiny of a country and the lives of hundreds of millions of people. He must not allow chaos, and he needs a principled person like him to keep him in check.
Chang Shiba smiled softly: "The Palace Master has also endured a lot of criticism for choosing me as the special night watch envoy."
"Don't worry, criticism is just criticism after all. Things will change as time goes by." Lin Su raised his eyes and stared at the wall opposite. On the wall, demonic energy and literary energy were intertwined, and for a moment, it was a mess.
Chang Shiba said: "Moye Pass has been operated by the Demonic Path for thousands of years, and the demonic energy is crisscrossed. Although the Confucian Temple has been established, it will take time to completely eliminate the demonic energy and restore the mountains and rivers of this land to the appearance of a human city. At present, this Confucian Temple can only cover this city. It will probably take several months to completely purify it."
"The army is advancing by leaps and bounds, but it will take several months to build the Confucian Temple behind us. This time span is a bit long. How about I help you?"
Chang Shiba and Li Daiyan's eyes lit up at the same time...
Chang Shiba smiled and said, "Brother, are you planning to show off your power as a quasi-saint of the Heavenly Dao?"
"What do you mean by the power of a quasi-saint of heaven? Do I need to show off my power in front of your brother?" Lin Su said, "You and I are close friends, so I will break the tradition and give you a poem!"
Chang Shiba frowned: "Isn't it common for Mr. Lin San to give people poems? What do you mean by 'breaking the convention'?"
Lin Su said: "Giving it to a woman is common, but giving it to a man is breaking the convention."
Chang Shiba raised his hand and stroked his forehead: "As a dignified quasi-saint of heaven, standing on the sacred ground of the Confucian Temple, you blurt out such romantic words. Don't you think it's insulting?"
Lin Su laughed: "If a man is not romantic, his youth is in vain; if his writing is not romantic... his food is not salty!"
He raised his hand slightly, and gold paper appeared out of thin air.
With the pen in hand, write down...
"Huan Xi Sha. Meet Spring Again Outside Moye City".
"The chill is chilly in the small building, the early morning gloom is like the end of autumn, the light smoke and flowing water are quiet on the painting screen.
The flying flowers are as light as dreams, the endless rain is as fine as sorrow, and the precious curtains are hung with small silver hooks.
As soon as the pen was put away, holy light flowed above the Confucian Temple, as if in one step I had truly stepped into the misty Jiangnan. There was light smoke and flowing water, the painting screen was tilted, and the rain of literature and Taoism was flying outside the window, and occasionally there were falling flowers as light as a dream...
"The flying flowers are as light as dreams, the endless drizzle is as fine as sorrow... It is absolutely wonderful!" Chang Shiba clapped his hands and sighed: "Come, give me a ray of blue light!"
Lin Su smiled: "I'm really not used to commenting on my own poems being passed down through the ages, but what can I do? Your brother has to carry my poems to complete the Western Expedition. One poem with seven colors is obviously not going to do the trick. Okay, let's pass it down through the ages!"
With a flick of his pen tip, a flash of green light appeared on the manuscript of the poem.
From then on, this poem became a famous poem handed down from generation to generation.
Lin Su commented on it himself.
Chang Shiba's heart was shocked, and he caught the mystery in Lin Su's words...
Li Daiyan's eyes suddenly widened, because the manuscript in Chang Shiba's hand suddenly merged into the Confucian Temple, and the boundless spring rain outside suddenly took on a strange green light.
As the green light appeared, the spring rain that was slowly expanding outwards suddenly increased in speed by ten or a hundred times.
A gust of wind blew, and the spring rain directly covered the entire city...
The next moment, it broke through the city boundaries and reached three hundred miles away.
Countless screams were heard in the city!
From every corner!
Those demons who had luckily escaped the battle just now and hid in the dark corners were covered by the spring rain, and their bodies turned into blood, without exception!
Including the Demon Emperor and the Demon Lord...
On a hilltop a hundred miles away, a large group of demon soldiers just appeared and plunged into the spring rain. Suddenly, they melted like a pile of snowmen under the scorching sun.
The commander, whose cultivation had reached the second level of Demon Lord, shouted, "Saint-level means! Retreat!"
The entire army retreats!
Of the millions of demon troops, only 3,000 managed to withdraw successfully. The commander of the demon army stared at the millions of troops who were turned into mud by the spring rain, feeling the palpitations coming from the depths of his spirit platform, and sweating profusely: "Retreat again!"
The three thousand masters retreated another thousand miles until they were far away from the coverage of the spring rain.
The Confucian Temple is the representative institution of the Temple in the human world. Its greatest function is to intimidate the demons, but it is only a deterrent.
However, the first Confucian temple that settled in Moye Pass today has the most terrifying merit in killing enemies.
The light of the Confucian Temple turned into spring rain, and the spring rain was the most powerful killing weapon. Within a radius of three hundred miles, no monsters would survive wherever the spring rain covered.
Why is this?
The demon army three hundred miles away looked at each other in fear.
Three thousand scholars on one mountain peak.
They are a special forces team led by Jiang Ye, the leader of the Military Saint Family.
Under their feet, there are millions of troops. These troops are the puppets of military strategists. The puppets are spirits born from books and become real. They are a terrifying killing weapon between the real and the unreal. They are the real trump card of Muye Villa.
Even the kings of Zangzhou throughout the ages were unaware of the existence of such a mysterious trump card.
At this moment, Jiang Ye brought out all the soldier dolls and turned them into the main force of the Military Saint's family on the westward expedition.
The soldier dolls have their own military characteristics, and they can perform various military tactics once they appear. During the 300-mile journey, they traveled more smoothly than anyone else. However, when they were approaching the ancestral land of the military strategists, they still encountered strong resistance. After a bloody battle, 20% of the soldier dolls were killed, and 30% of the 3,000 military masters were also injured.
At this time, spring rain was everywhere.
When the spring rain arrived, the demon army that was fighting the puppets suddenly fell to the ground and melted away.
Jiang Ye's heart skipped a beat: "Saint's methods, could it be that the ancestor himself has come?"
He captured the endless divine power in this spring rain.
The three thousand elders behind him were all surprised and delighted...
With a swish, a figure in the air fell to the ground. It was Jiang Yun. Jiang Yun's stunning face was full of rosy clouds. "Grandpa, it's him! He has occupied Moye Pass and built the first Confucian Temple. The spring rain just now had his unique aura. He used the power of the Heavenly Dao Quasi-Saint to give this Confucian Temple a great killing power."
The elder's eyes lit up: "In just one day, you conquered the first pass that the demons faced when they marched west: Moye Pass?"
The Second Elder said, "Don't doubt me, Great Elder. I just received a tip-off that the Da Cang Army broke through four lines of defense in one day and has already conquered Moye Pass."
The Eighth Elder said, "Holy Lord, the ancestral land of the Bing family is now the base camp of the demon army. There are hundreds of demon lords, countless demon emperors, and even several quasi-saints. The soldiers are useless against those above the level of demon lords. It is difficult for us 3,000 people to take back the ancestral land. Why not ask him to help?"
Jiang Ye frowned: "Now is the time for a big war. His Da Cang army is not strong, and he can't leave the Da Cang army camp."
"The Lord's concerns were indeed reasonable in the past, but the situation has changed greatly today." The Eighth Elder said: "The Great Cang Army has advanced 500 miles ahead of the others, and the other 20 armies have not caught up. If we continue to move forward, we will be in danger of being alone and deep in the enemy's territory. We need to wait for the other armies. While we are waiting, he can come to help us."
Jiang Ye's heart was moved...
indeed so.
The twenty-first army marched forward simultaneously, and the Da Cang Army was currently at the forefront. If they did not slow down, they would rush directly into the enemy's hinterland. If their companions did not keep up, it would be like a single army entering the enemy's lair.
This is a big taboo in military strategy.
The best thing to do is to wait.
While waiting, he can first help the Military Saint family solve this problem.
When he left the military camp, he didn't have to worry about the Da Cang army having problems, because the Confucian Temple at Moye Pass had already been built, and once it appeared, it would kill people within 300 miles. With 300 miles as the radius, how large is the coverage area? Nearly 300,000 miles in radius!
In this area, all the demon troops were cleared out.
In the short term, no enemy, not even the demon army dares to take a single step forward.
So, there is a possibility that he can get out!
If they asked others for help, the family of Bingsheng Sheng might not be able to save face, but asking him was impossible! This was a comrade-in-arms on the same line as the ancestor, and he was also the real grandson-in-law of the family.
Jiang Ye nodded slightly, and Jiang Yun's heartbeat quickened.
I'm about to meet my husband, so excited...
The Eighth Elder said, "Fourth Miss, you have to contact him quickly. The Da Cang Army is currently in a rest period, so he can spare some time. Once other forces know this, I'm afraid they will contact him overnight. If they get away first, we won't be able to find him..."
"Other forces?" Jiang Yun asked, "What other forces are there?"
"For example, the East Sea Dragon Clan, the West Heaven Yaochi, and the ancient country of Nanyang. In the war, all kinds of complicated situations will exist, and wherever he goes, the dilemma will be turned around. Such a person is someone that all armies need in the current war, and the friendship between these three forces is probably no less than that of my family..."
The Eighth Elder didn't explain it clearly, but Jiang Yun understood it all.
He has a young wife from the Dragon Clan.
There is a Saint Lady in Yaochi who is his young wife.
Is there also an ancient country of Nanyang?
Could it be that Princess Xingyue is also like that? This little girl is still bald...
But in front of your husband, is there any obstacle whether you have a bald head or not?
Jiang Yun thought for a moment and nodded: "I'll go to Moye Pass!"
Step into the air and rob the man...
At Moye Pass, the spring rain gradually stopped, and on the streets, the flesh and blood of the demon army disappeared completely. Even the blood and demonic energy of those hidden demons who had just died in the spring rain were washed away cleanly by the spring rain, because this spring rain was not spring rain in essence, but the great power of literature and Taoism.
The mighty power of Wen Dao cleansed the entire city, and also left the energy of Wen Dao in this city for the first time after a thousand years.
Above the Confucian Temple, a moon rises high, adding a touch of human charm to the city.
In the Confucian Temple, Chang Shiba held up the green-glowing manuscript in his hand, and sighed with emotion: "The quasi-sage of the Heavenly Dao wrote a poem, and the Confucian Temple slew millions of demons! I understand your intention, brother. You want me to use this manuscript to quickly build three thousand Confucian Temples and completely realize the "capture and occupy" on the road to the West Expedition!"
To capture is to possess!
This is the significance of the Confucian Temple.
Without the establishment of the Confucian Temple, the Western Expedition would be just a line, the line of the army's advance. With the Confucian Temple, it was true possession. The Confucian Temple was set up in the area where the army conquered. The boundary of the Confucian Temple was 300 miles. When a Confucian Temple was built there, it meant that the demons were kept away from the area within a radius of more than 20,000 miles centered on it.
This kind of setting is absolutely unparalleled.
With this setup, the demons' territory will be quickly occupied by humans, and the demons' activity space will be compressed piece by piece until it reaches the Heartless Sea!
"That's right..." Lin Su smiled and said, "I'm afraid you will be very busy in the future. In just one month, you will build 3,000 Confucian temples, an average of 100 per day. I have to mourn for you."
"One month?" Chang Shiba's eyes widened: "You actually set the long westward expedition time to one month?"
"If time permits, I don't mind spending more time with them. However, our time is limited after all, and we don't have much time to waste." Lin Su said.
"Time is limited! Time..." Chang Shiba exhaled softly: "Turning to the topic of Wuxin Great Tribulation, it always makes people inexplicably depressed. After the Western Expedition, you are leaving, right?"
"Yes! I will step into the Heartless Sea."
"After you leave, how will the situation in the Three Heavens...play out?"
The Wind and Clouds in the Triple Heaven...
Lin Su looked up at the sky. Today was June 26th!
July 15th is coming soon!
After this day, the storm in the Three Heavens should also dissipate...
However, this cannot be said to Chang Shiba, or even mentioned to anyone else.
"Next, you have your schedule, and I have mine. We may not be able to meet again!" Chang Shiba said, "Three cups of wine for the world, a pot of tea for the great cause. Come, let's drink three cups of wine and a pot of tea!"
Outside the Confucian Temple, the first floor was as wet as water. On the rooftop, Xiaojiu and Anye stood side by side.
The guest room has been tidied, Xiaojiu did it personally.
When she did all this, she deliberately avoided An Ye and did it quietly. However, An Ye still found out. When he found out, An Ye felt very confused.
She knew Jiuer had been looking forward to this day for too long, and she also knew that as one of his earliest girlfriends, Jiuer should do the same, but that was her husband...
Jiuer looked at the Confucian Temple and pouted: "My husband is really something. I have been in the Confucian Temple for so long. What is there to talk about with an old man?"
"Are you in a hurry?" An Ye gave her a blank look.
"No, how could that be? I have been calm and composed for the past five years. My mother is amazed at my self-control. How could I be anxious? I am not anxious at all..." Xiao Jiu gently licked her plump red lips: "Sister An Ye, you should go and rest first."
"Why? Are you worried that I'll steal your husband?"
Seeing through her thoughts, Xiaojiu quickly explained: "Why are you like this? I just feel sorry for you being too tired during the day..."
"Yes, I am too tired during the day, so I can't be tired at night. I'm leaving!" An Ye stepped into the void and disappeared.
Xiao Jiu looked at the direction where An Ye disappeared, and felt relieved. "Husband, come out quickly, I have booked a room. An Ye doesn't plan to "work hard" at night, so I'll do it. I'm the Nine-tailed Fox, I can handle it..."
As if he had heard her call, Lin Su appeared at the entrance of the Confucian Temple and stepped out...
At this moment, Xiao Jiu felt as if he had returned to the gate of the Bishui Sect that day...
That time, she finally got the chance to meet the man she had admired for a long time alone, and perform the most wonderful encounter between a human and a fox. That time... was seven years ago!
Now that things have changed, he is a saint among men.
She is the nine-tailed fox.
Compared to that day, my status has changed a lot, but that most wonderful feeling is still waiting there...
No, not in the same place, but a small step forward based on what happened back then - today, he and she have no more shackles above their heads...
She could give herself to him completely without having to worry about being locked up in Qingtan for three years...
Suddenly, a tall figure fell from the sky and landed in front of Lin Su: "Brother, we have encountered a problem and want to talk to you..."
"Brother, what's the matter?"
The person who came was Qi Dong.
"Let's go to the Commander's Mansion to discuss in detail."
"go!"
The two of them took off into the air...
Jiuer's heart was pounding, she was intercepted again!
What's the matter with you?
Can't we do anything without him?
Do you know how painful it is to wait for five years?
My room is ready...
Her eyes turned to Qidong's back.
Qi Dong felt a slight chill behind him, and he shrank his neck and sighed, "It's different outside the Great Wall than inside the Great Wall. Even in summer, it's still slightly cool at night..."
The two entered the commander-in-chief's mansion.
Lin Zheng, Qi Bei, Du Yuting and Hong Ying are all here.
But there were only a few of them.
"Brother, what's the matter?"
Lin Zheng stood up: "Third brother, there is something we are quite controversial about, I would like to hear your opinion..."
"you say!"
Lin Zheng said...
After conquering Moye Pass and building the Confucian Temple, all traces of demons disappeared within a radius of ten thousand miles, and Moye Pass was officially incorporated into the human territory.
But what about ordinary people in this world?
Some generals said that these humans were different from ordinary humans. They had lived in this world for thousands of years. Their ancestors had been slaves of the demons for generations, and they had already become accomplices of the demons. They decided to dig a big hole and bury them there.
Some people also said that it was absolutely impossible! If the Western Expedition Army did such a thing, it would be too detrimental to the harmony of nature and inconsistent with the Holy Way.
Both sides' opinions can be put on the table.
The dispute between the two sides was also extremely heated.
The former cited the art of war as the basis. As the saying goes, a kind person cannot command an army. The art of war is to make winning the war the top priority. One must never be too soft-hearted. Once these troublesome seeds are left behind, they will definitely cause trouble in the rear, and the great cause of the Western Expedition will be ruined.
The latter insists that the way of war is also the way of humanity. If we are completely inhumane, then what is the difference between us and the demons?
The two sides had sharply conflicting views, and the focus finally shifted to Lin Zheng.
Lin Zheng said: "The Western Expedition was strongly promoted by my third brother. At present, my third brother is still in the army. He will become a saint in the future. If becoming a saint requires holy merits, the Western Expedition will be one of his holy merits! Do you want my third brother's path to becoming a saint to be stained by killing innocent people?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.
No matter which faction, no matter what principles they hold in their hearts, they cannot rebel against Lin Su.
The cause of the Western Expedition is certainly as heavy as Mount Tai, but in their hearts, Lin Su's attainment of sainthood is a hundred times more important than Mount Tai.
They regarded Lin Su as the soul of the army and their reborn parents. How could they put Lin Su in an unjust and unkind situation? How could they ruin his path to becoming a saint?
Although Lin Zhengbing used a surprising move to propose Lin Su's path to sainthood and ended the dispute, the inner differences still existed, and the difficulties in front of them were still there...
So, they decided to find Lin Su to seek the ultimate answer to this difficult problem.
Facing this difficulty, Lin Su smiled faintly: "First of all, let's make one thing clear. Don't consider my personal path to becoming a saint. My path to becoming a saint is completely beyond your cognition. Whether I have achieved sainthood or not is not important at all."
Lin Zheng frowned, meaning... you actually agreed to cut the grass and root it out? To eliminate the disaster?
Lin Su said: "Let's talk about the art of war! In the art of war, plants and trees can be used as soldiers, and people's hearts and minds can also be used as soldiers. In the past, the Flying Dragon Army had 100,000 people, marching north to Dajin and all the way to Dayu. Why were they able to gain more and more troops? And they were getting more and more successful? It was because we loved the people like our own children, because we held up the blue sky above the heads of the people of that world, and we won the sincere support of the people. In the end, we gained batches of soldiers, military rations that the people were reluctant to eat, and countless intelligence, and we truly achieved the strategic goal of conquering and occupying."
Du Yuting said, "I have never been absent since the Flying Dragon Corps entered the northern border. I have witnessed what His Royal Highness King Wen said, and I am deeply moved. However, today's situation is slightly different from the Northern Expedition. The people of the Northern Expedition are the old people of Jin, as well as the remnants of the three kingdoms of Chu, Lu, and Han. Those people are not our enemies."
"What about the areas around the capital of Osumi? What about the grasslands in the north? Aren't those people also working like slaves for Li Chi for several or even dozens of generations? Why did they quickly transform into good citizens of the northern part of our Great Cang Nation under our series of people-friendly policies?"
Du Yuting's eyes lit up...
Yes, when talking about the Northern Expedition and the Western Expedition, many people are accustomed to using "different" to distinguish them.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, there is no essential difference.
It's nothing more than one serving the Li Dynasty of Li Chi, and the other serving the demon clan.
Lin Su said: "The Demon Realm outside the Great Wall is 100,000 miles long, with an army of more than 20 million demons and countless monsters of all kinds. However, the largest population base is still the tens of billions of ordinary humans enslaved by them. If we can gain the trust of these ordinary humans, we will no longer be a lone army deep in the enemy's territory, but a righteous army with tens of billions of allies! As long as the war proceeds to this point, the Western Expedition will be settled in an instant!"
Everyone's eyes lit up. If they had said that the person was from another country, they might still have doubts.
But they are all people from the Da Cang Kingdom, and they have witnessed with their own eyes how magical the Northern Expedition is.
Lin Su said: "The Western Expedition is not only about conquering this territory, but more importantly, governing this territory. If the 100,000-mile mountain and river becomes an uninhabited area, even the Confucian Temple cannot be established! In the future, the human coalition forces on the Wuxin Sea Defense Line will have no roots in the rear and will find it difficult to sustain a long-term war. Based on this, we need to pick up the fine style of the Northern Expedition again, trust the masses, mobilize the masses, and rely on the masses! Turn this Western Expedition into a war to save tens of billions of people outside the Great Wall!"
(End of this chapter)