"The wild grass is vast and the poplars are rustling.
The severe frost in mid-September sent me to the distant suburbs.
There is no one living around here, and there are tall tombs standing tall.
The horse neighs towards the sky, and the wind blows away on its own.
Once the quiet room is closed, it will not be reopened for a thousand years.
There has been no dynasty for a thousand years, and the wise men are helpless.
People who have been seen off usually return to their homes.
My relatives may be sad, but others are already singing.
What is there to say about death? Just let your body sink into the mountains...ah..."
The last sentence was originally "托体同山阿", and "阿" sounds the same as the "婀" in "婀娜", but the great scholar suddenly changed it to "啊".
Many people originally bowed their heads in silence and were very surprised to hear the voice. They did not expect that the great scholar actually sang the wrong word. When they looked up, they saw that the great scholar actually threw away the writing brush and took half a step back.
Then many people were startled, and then they found that Wei Huangan actually reached out to lift the curtain, and was staring at everyone with his eyes moving slightly.
"Ah..." The two female nurses were so scared that they let go of the stretcher and ran away. Fortunately, the great scholar was quick-witted and used his talent to hold the stretcher, preventing Wei Huangan from falling to the ground.
The great scholar smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Huang'an, why is this happening?"
Wei Huangan's eyes flashed with strange light, and he said slowly: "My talent is still there."
"Impossible!" The great scholar was extremely surprised. After saying that, he picked up the literary treasure pen and tested it, saying, "This pen has become a literary treasure. It is absolutely impossible for you to have any talent left."
Wei Huangan said helplessly: "I really have talent in my body, if you don't believe me, you can investigate it."
The great scholar nodded, stretched out his hand and touched Wei Huangan's forehead, then withdrew his hand, with a strange look on his face and slightly frowned. He suddenly flew to the top of the city wall of Liangjie Mountain, holding the literary treasure pen that condensed Wei Huangan's talent, and injected his talent into it.
Then the literary pen glowed brightly, and power gushed out, forming a giant axe, filled with murderous intent, and slashed towards the monster in front. Its power was no different from that of an ordinary great scholar's literary pen.
The great scholar pondered for a few breaths, and suddenly raised his head to look at a strange star in the sky, the fragment of Wenquxing. Then he suddenly realized something, and sent a letter to the great scholar Chen Ben who guards the boundary and the Holy Academy.
Soon, many powerful scholars came together, took Wei Huangan away, and issued a gag order.
The scholars nearby looked thoughtfully at the fragments of Wenquxing in the sky and the new higher Wenquxing, realizing that the human race might be facing new drastic changes, and they seemed to be good changes.
The battle on the Two Worlds Mountain is in full swing.
The armies of Liangjie Mountain, the armies of the Ten Kingdoms and the armies of various ancient lands joined forces to fight the enemy. The battle was extremely brutal, and a large number of scholars died every day. However, every day there were also scholars who had been tempered and made progress. There were often scholars with Jinshi or higher literary ranks who were promoted on the spot, which greatly boosted the morale of the human race.
The Holy Court Cabinet has begun preparations to launch the "Pre-War Holy Selection" that was held during the first Battle of the Two Worlds Mountain.
Scholars with rank below Jinshi are allowed to take an additional examination outside of the regular imperial examination, which will be supervised by the Semi-Saint's avatar. Once they pass, their rank will be promoted, and they can then take a make-up exam in the regular imperial examination the following year to obtain a formal rank.
The morale of the Jing State army in the section of the city under its charge was high because an old Hanlin made a breakthrough on the spot and was promoted to Grand Secretary.
Zhang Poyue, looking exhausted, walked to the rear of the Jing army, bowed to the old Hanlin, and said with a smile: "Mr. Li, congratulations."
The old Hanlin Li Zhiliang smiled and said, "I am old, old. If I had become a Grand Secretary five years ago, I would have made a push to become a great scholar. Five years later, I have no hope of becoming a great scholar. General Zhang, I will not return to Jingguo after the rotation in three months."
Zhang Poyue was stunned for a moment, and habitually stroked his thick black beard, nodded gently, and said: "That's the case over there. After all, you were once selected as one of the Ten Elders of the Imperial Academy, and now you have become a Grand Secretary. Your "Yellow River Song" may be promoted to the fourth level. Unless a master above the Great Khan of the Demon Clan takes action, you will be safe."
The soldiers on the side looked at Li Zhiliang with envy. This old Hanlin was a famous poet in Jingguo when he was a Jinshi. Because he lived by the Yellow River since he was a child, he wrote a Jinshi war poem "Yellow River Song". Later, his friend was killed by the demon barbarians. Li Zhiliang was hit hard and remained silent for many years, but he kept practicing "Yellow River Song" and practiced it to the third level many years ago.
The first level of "Song of the Yellow River" is just ordinary, merely summoning the water of the Yellow River to attack the enemy. The second level can form an image of the Yellow River frozen, with both offensive and defensive capabilities. The third level of "Song of the Yellow River" can condense into ten thousand carp in the Yellow River, with a huge momentum, no less inferior to the ordinary war poems of the Grand Secretary.
If "Song of the Yellow River" can be promoted to the fourth realm, then the strength of this new university scholar will barely be comparable to that of a new great scholar.
Li Zhiliang smiled and said, "I have just been promoted to Grand Secretary. I will first familiarize myself with the power of this level before going to the Holy Temple to study. I will first learn the song "Farewell to the Barbarian Emperor Three Times". "Looking Northwest, Shooting the Heavenly Wolf" is extremely majestic."
Zhang Poyue nodded, stood aside to rest, and stared into the distance in a trance.
The scholar from Jing State standing by also looked lost, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Li Zhiliang rose rapidly in career and advanced gradually. After arriving at the rear of the Jing army, he picked up his pen and wrote his best war poem, "Song of the Yellow River".
The poem was completed, and he was still in the third realm. A hint of regret flashed across Li Zhiliang's eyes, but then he returned to normal and continued to fight, getting familiar with his new power.
After rehearsing all his powers, Li Zhiliang showed a look of surprise, and then sent a voice message to Zhang Poyue: "General Zhang, after you were promoted to Grand Secretary, did you see any strange phenomena in the stars of the Wen Palace?"
Zhang Poyue replied doubtfully, "Nothing unusual, Mr. Zhiliang, can you elaborate?"
“I have just practiced all my powers, and the others are similar to the powers of the Grand Secretary described in the books or rumors. Only the stars in my Wen Palace that were condensed by “Song of the Yellow River” are particularly different. They seem to be shaky. Eh…” Li Zhiliang suddenly stopped transmitting the voice.
Zhang Poyue looked at Li Zhiliang curiously, and saw that suddenly a brilliant star was flying upward behind Li Zhiliang. It was only the size of a fist and seemed nothing special at first glance. But upon closer inspection, the star was full of mystery, as if a new world was being born.
The star stopped when it reached a height of ten feet above Li Zhiliang's head. It kept shrinking and expanding, and its light flickered, attracting many scholars nearby to watch.
After a few breaths, the star suddenly stopped shrinking and slowly condensed into a jade pot.
The jade pot is about a foot high and green all over. There is a mighty Yellow River carved on the surface of the jade pot, coming from the sky and flowing to the end of the world. It is not a dead object, but is flowing, like a shrunken Yellow River.
Li Zhiliang laughed and said, "This must be the Yellow River Pot."
After saying this, he pointed his finger, and the carving on the surface of the Yellow River Pot became active. Turbid river water flew out of the pot, and the river water was covered with carp condensed in the river water. The river water was very small at the beginning, but it swelled with the wind, and finally, like the complete "Yellow River Song", it formed a river carrying countless giant carp from the Yellow River and rushed towards the enemy.
Both the human race and the monsters in the distant camp showed an expression of disbelief.
Afterwards, Li Zhiliang turned around and flew into Liangjie Mountain, and sent a message to Zhang Poyue, saying, "The Western Saint has summoned you, so I will leave for now."
Zhang Poyue asked hurriedly: "What is the Yellow River Pot?"
"I also got it by accident. I don't know why. Perhaps His Majesty the Western Saint can explain it."
Zhang Poyue suddenly thought of Wei Huangan who was still alive, and a look of joy appeared on his face.
"This is a sign of the great prosperity of the human race!"
At this moment, horns sounded in the demon camp, and the demons left like the receding tide.
The human soldiers quickly cleared the battlefield, and many scholars began to discuss Li Zhiliang and the Yellow River Pot.
The next day, a piece of news spread among the human race. As the power of Wenquxing increased, the power of the human race also increased. Now the saints of the human race are studying new powers. Soon, they may find a way to transform the Wengong stars into strange power.