Chapter 157 It's a pity, it's a pity that the cultivation level is low.
Dong...
wu...
a deafening sound resounded through the sky.
The monster clans from the east, west and north came out in full force and slowly walked towards Beichen City.
To the southwest of Beichen City, a torrent of monsters rushed out. At a rough count, there were as many as thirty or forty thousand.
"Oops!"
The faces of the generals changed slightly.
Song Yunjing and Zhou Chunfeng looked at each other and gave orders, arranging soldiers to defend the south gate.
After arranging everything, Zhou Chunfeng took Li Qingxian to an uninhabited corner of the city wall and whispered: "I miscalculated this time. I didn't expect three demon kings to gather in Beichen City. Next, it will be a hard battle. Once we have the strength consumption, the three demon kings will take action brazenly. At that time, I will use wooden eagles to send you, Song Baige and Zhou Hen away. Don’t go to Shendu, go to Wusu City. Our Zhou family has been operating there for hundreds of years, and the Song family is also there. You are a small power, but Tang Enxuan can't do anything to you."
"What about you?" Li Qingxian asked.
Zhou Chunfeng smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry about me. Yun Jing and I want to run away, but the three-headed demon king can't stop us."
Li Qingxian glanced at Zhou Chunfeng suspiciously and said, "Okay, I'll listen to Uncle Zhou. Yes. By the way, I have a piece of cultural treasure here... I can't see its use, and I don't know its grade, but it looks extraordinary, and you can use it." With that, he took out a simple piece of cultural treasure from the Qiankun Bracelet
. The buffalo head white stone brush wash looks ordinary, but the surface is extra round and translucent.
Zhou Chunfeng took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and said happily: "Third-grade cultural treasure! You are really a lucky star! Yun Jing, then, I lent it to you Qingxian!" Zhou Chunfeng threw the
buffalo brush wash over, and Song Yunjing took it and looked at it with a smile. He nodded and said: "Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Zhou Chunfeng called Song Baige and told them not to act out of anger.
Song Baige just nodded.
Watching Zhou Chunfeng leave, Song Baige whispered: "Do you think the two of them will die in the city?"
"Can't you say something auspicious?" Li Qingxian said.
Song Baige said: "Father and Uncle Zhou join forces to fight against two third-level demon kings. With the rest of the power, it is not a delusion to fight against three third-level demon kings. But the Tree Horn King is not an ordinary third-level demon king, alas..." "Be prepared to leave
. Well. I believe nothing will happen to them two." Li Qingxian said.
"Do your best and obey fate. I will think about my war poem again. If I can improve the broken grade and promote it from the seventh grade to the sixth grade, I can at least kill a few more monsters." Song Baige said, taking out the paper Pen, write and draw.
Li Qingxian took out some spiritual talismans and distributed them to many monks.
Xiong Zhenghao of the River Guard Army, Lu Biao of the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion, and others received the talisman and thanked them profusely.
After Li Qingxian distributed some of the spiritual talismans, the monsters from the three sides arrived and howled to attack the city.
Li Qingxian stood at the very back of the city, frowning slightly.
If you are promoted to the middle or even top grade, you can consolidate the overall situation of the county, mobilize the mountains, rivers and dragons, break the fate of the demon king, and even mobilize the destiny of the country.
But my cultivation level is too low, and it is difficult to intervene when the national fortunes of the two races are colliding.
Li Qingxian sighed softly and stood behind Tao Xiu, Wen Xiu and Puppet Xiu, holding the magic talisman in hand and getting ready.
The literary cultivators recited war poems one after another, and the soldiers, swords, thunder and fire, etc., which were condensed in various poems and poems, fell in front.
After each war poem is released, different layers of rainbow light will be formed.
Li Qingxian listened carefully to everyone's war poems, and finally shook his head helplessly. Some of them seemed familiar, but they were all different from the poems in my memory.
The human race's cultural cultivation can only rely on the classics of the saints to improve their literary spirit and promotion level.
Half of the war poetry depends on myself.
After a new war poem appears, others cannot use it directly. If other writers want to use this war poem, they must modify it to form a 'sub-poem' before they can use it.
Original poets have a privilege.
The original author can directly use any sub-poem based on his own war poem, even if the sub-poem is more powerful than the parent poem.
This led to the emergence of a group of people, Shifuzi, who specialized in helping original authors revise poems.
Li Qingxian understands this approach. After all, being a high official or a scholar does not mean he is good at poetry.
Those who are great scholars of Confucian classics, famous ministers, and political masters are often not good at poetry, with only a few exceptions.
Poetry hates destiny, and the smoother the official career and life are, the harder it is for people to write good poetry.
Ninety-nine percent of famous poets and poets in history have had a rough life, with ups and downs.
Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Dongpo, Lu You, Li Qingzhao...etc. are all like this.
Jiang Yan, whose talent as a talent was exhausted, was exhausted because he rose through the ranks and eventually became a minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, or even a prince. He had no time or energy to write poems and articles.
The same goes for the high-quality scholars in Daqi. They either concentrate on running the country and doing politics, or study the classics of the saints, and only study war poetry in their spare time.
Anyway, the war poems can be used after just changing them.
Li Qingxian thought about it, not to mention that he could not memorize many poems in full. Even if he had memorized them all, even if they were powerful new poems, everyone would have to modify them and use them. In such an emergency, they would be far inferior to the old war poems.
In the end, Li Qingxian gave up the idea of poeming to save the city and carefully pondered the life skills.
Song Baige came over with a tired look on his face, dazed and regaining his composure.
"You have been guarding the city, what do you think of this situation?" Li Qingxian asked in a low voice.
Song Baige's eyes moved slightly and he whispered: "I had a secret conversation with my father just now. We only have one way to survive, which is to hold on to the city and wait for the reinforcements from the third-level masters. However, I'm afraid we won't be able to wait." "Is the court's efficiency so low
? Li Qingxian asked.
"The efficiency of the imperial court is low, but the key is the lack of people. Starting from April, the Yaozu launched a large-scale attack, which lasted for more than a month. All the top-level experts who could be sent out were sent out. Think about it, my father is considered powerful in Shilin. Fame, so old relatives and friends are all over the world, but so many days have passed, except for a few middle-grade friends who have come to help, where are the others? It's not that they don't come, it's because they have their own responsibilities and can't come." "Can't we transfer people from the south?"
Li Qing Xian said.
"Now that the small countries in the south are peaceful, it is not difficult to transfer people from the south. But the distance between the north and the south is tens of thousands of miles, so we need to hold on." "Will the
imperial court be willing to give up this Beichen City?" Li Qingxian said.
Song Baige sneered: "Even Xidu Prefecture is willing to give up, so what is the little Beichen City? Of course, those noble men in the court first consider their own interests, family interests, factional interests, and finally the national interests. Save or not How and when to save Beichen City is not decided by us, but by their interests. If the spirit gold mine is discovered under Beichen City now, believe it or not, they will try their best to rescue it?" "Then we can only wait, I hope the three demon
clans The king will not take action directly."
"No. It will be the same as before, let the little demon exhaust our strength first, force father and Uncle Zhou to take action, and consume our literary energy. When it is almost done, the three kings of the demon clan will take action." "The demon clan will take action
. So cowardly?"
"The bold ones are dead! At that time, the demon clan thought that the human race was weak and could be bullied, so they went on a rampage without using any military tactics. They had the upper hand at first, but as the human race continued to grow, they quickly found a countermeasure. The demon clan discovered that the casualties suddenly increased. After careful observation, we found that we are far stronger than they thought. After decades of fighting, both sides have learned. The human race no longer looks down on the demon clan for being reckless, and the demon clan no longer thinks that the human race Weak. Consume first, then attack, which is the usual tactic of the demon clan."
(End of this chapter)