The most common place for such a situation to occur was not the military camps, but the prisons. A large number of prisoners were locked in small cells, and there would often be people who would go crazy, causing others to become agitated. This would lead to some prisoners shouting and even harming themselves, forming the "prison howl".
After every prison howl, all the soldiers would suffer mental trauma. Without three to five months of recuperation, they would not be able to return to the battlefield.
Zhang Qingfeng sent another letter.
"They must have been prepared. Neither you nor I can enter those military camps. If we do anything, they will trigger the prison howl in advance, and in the end, they will still frame us for the prison howl! Even if we speak like spring thunder, I'm afraid that before we can even finish the first word, Marquis Lumen will use the talent of the Holy Temple to suppress us! Right now, the highest-ranking officer in Pearl City is Marquis Lumen, not you, the Marquis of Zhujiang! "
Fang Yun smiled bitterly. He did not expect that the pressure he already had would be added to the pressure of the entire military camp howl.
Fang Yun knew very well that once the army howl, his road to Book Hill would come to an end!
"Sigh …"
The previous sigh was Zhang Longxiang's. At this moment, it was Fang Yun's.
Fang Yun looked at the sky and suddenly thought of his distant relatives and friends. Those familiar yet unfamiliar faces appeared in his mind.
Fang Yun was silent. He realized that he had been under too much pressure these past few days. He had been too engrossed in acting as Zhang Longxiang, so much so that he had been affected by his experiences these past few days.
"As expected of the Ninth Mountain …"
Fang Yun recalled his experience in the Kong Shengwen Realm. It was incomparably chaotic and completely out of his control.
"Zhang Longxiang's increasing white hair. Is it because of 'The Legend of Changes', or because of me?"
Fang Yun felt deeply exhausted.
"Hardships met with a single encounter, sparks of war fell for a few weeks. The mountains and rivers shattered, the wind fluttered, and one's life experience fluctuated. Panic on the beach, panic on the beach, sigh in the ocean … How is this talking about Wen Tianxiang? How is this talking about Zhang Longxiang? It's clearly talking about me, Fang Yun! "
Fang Yun slowly walked back to the table and sat on the chair. He held an ink stick in his hand and slowly ground the ink.
Not long after, Fang Yun lifted up his loose right sleeve with his left hand and dipped the brush into the ink slab with his right hand.
"Do I have to finish writing 'Crossing the ocean'?"
Fang Yun thought to himself as he involuntarily wrote.
Hardships met with a single encounter, sparks of war fell for a few weeks. The mountains shattered, the wind, and one's life experience fluctuated, for a few weeks..
Fang Yun stopped writing when he saw the words "My life has been full of ups and downs". He crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground. Then, with a disappointed expression, he started writing again.
...
The country was broken, the mountains and rivers were still there.
Fang Yun remembered standing at the top of the city wall a few days ago and looking to the south. The territory of Chu was broken, but the mountains and rivers were still there. In this spring, the old land was overgrown with weeds.
The flowers shed tears, and one's life experience frightened.
At this moment, he was very sad. Even if he saw flowers in full bloom, he couldn't help but cry. Because he was separated from his family and friends, even if he heard the cheerful chirping of birds, he would still feel heartache.
The flames of war lasted for three months. Letters from home were worth ten thousand gold.
When two armies were at war, letters between the battlefield and home were more precious than ten thousand gold. Because only family members could soothe his sadness.
White hair scratched shorter. Unbearable desire.
Depression only made people scratch their heads. As a result, their hair became thinner and thinner. They couldn't even use a hairpin to tie their hair. Aging like this was probably the most powerless and lonely moment in his life.
When the poem was finished, the voice traveled a thousand miles!
Within a thousand miles, everyone could hear Zhang Longxiang reciting 'Spring Awakening' in an extremely loud voice.
The country was broken, the mountains and rivers were still there.
The flowers shed tears, and one's life experience frightened.
The flames of war lasted for three months. Letters from home were worth ten thousand gold.
White hair scratched shorter. Unbearable desire.
The fragrance of ink filled the air. Everyone in Zhu City smelled the strange ink fragrance. At the same time, they were infected by the feelings in the poem.
The pages of the poem burned.
The Qi of vitality above the Marshal's Mansion madly gathered towards Fang Yun's location. The nearby Qi of Heaven and Earth was sucked dry in an instant.
Most of the scholars in Zhu City felt the change in the Qi of vitality.
After hearing the poem, Wei Changxian's face turned ashen, but then a mocking expression appeared on his face. However, when he noticed that the Qi of vitality above Fang Yun began to condense, his expression changed. He quickly ran to Marquis Lumen's study and sent an urgent message.
"Marshal, things are not good! This poem's voice traveled a thousand miles. It was obviously a poem that protected the country, but it could actually attract the Qi of Heaven and Earth. It is very likely that it will become a legendary poem like Fang Xusheng's' Shuidiao Getou '! Marshal, please isolate the Qi of Heaven and Earth, interrupt this poem, and seal Zhang Longxiang! "
Wei Changxian ran a few steps, but found that Marquis Lumen did not reply to him. There was also no movement from the Qi of the Holy Temple.
In the Pearl River Army Camp, student Liu Hean took out the letter from his bosom. Looking at the address on the envelope, he felt indignant.
"The previous Marquis of Zhujiang was such a hero, but this young marquis didn't even allow me to send a letter home! No wonder so many people are scolding him. I think they scolded him too lightly! I originally said that I would write a letter home after the Qingming festival. If not for Zhang Longxiang, this old man's letter would have already reached my mother's hands! If my mother didn't receive the letter, she would definitely run to the village entrance every day and cry in the direction of the Pearl River. "
As he spoke, Liu Hean's eyes turned red.
Suddenly, a loud voice reciting a poem came from the sky.
After hearing the complete poem, Liu Hean's tears gushed out and wet the letter home.
"Sob sob …" Liu Hean could no longer hold it in. He covered his eyes with his right hand and cried. However, after crying a few times, he suddenly removed his right hand and looked at the letter in his left hand.
The letter was trembling slightly.
Liu Hean was extremely surprised. He should have been frightened by the letter's movement, but now, he instinctively felt at ease. Then, he gently let go of his hand.
The letter spun in the air as if it was saying goodbye. Then, with a whoosh, it flew straight into the sky.
Liu Hean looked at the sky and tears flowed down again. This was because the letter was flying in the direction of his hometown. More importantly, tens of thousands of letters were rising from Pearl City and flying into the distance.
The letters were like wild geese flying to the north.
"Is this the sage helping us?" Liu Hean looked into the distance with tears in his eyes. He watched the letters gradually disappear into the distance.
At this moment, three hundred thousand soldiers and eight hundred thousand people in Pearl City were looking towards the north.
Fang Yun was also looking towards the north. He saw a letter flying in the air from his residence. It was a letter he wrote to Zhang Jingan about his reading experience.
Fang Yun smiled indifferently and walked forward slowly.
"Spring Outlook" went straight to the top of the Hanlin Literature List.
The list exploded. The Kong Shengwen World exploded. The Saint Origin World exploded.
Within a few breaths, the title of the article was full of praises.
"The number one scholar of the literary world! Zhang! Long! Xiang! "
"Tears of ten years in prison have yet to dry, but a piece of 'Spring Outlook' moves the world!"
"Unprecedented throughout history, difficult to replicate in the future!"
"Eight sentences to calm the hearts of the army, a poem to calm the world!"
"Guarding the country is inferior to passing it down to the world, 'Spring Outlook' surpasses' Gong Chan Juan '! This poem is far superior to Fang Xusheng's' Shuidiao Getou '! "
"Passing down a legacy surpasses the Literary Name of Eternity!"
"The name of Long Xiang, the power of Long Xiang!"
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