"How vast are the weeds, the white poplars are rustling.
In the frost of September, send me out of the outskirts.
There are no dwellers around, tall tombs lie in the middle.
The horses cry to the sky, the wind is bleak.
The secluded room has been closed, no court for a thousand years.
No court for a thousand years, the virtuous are helpless.
Always send people off, each return to his own home.
Relatives may grieve, others have also sung.
What is the way of death, entrusted to the same mountain … Ah … "
Originally, the last sentence was "To entrust the body to the mountain ah", "ah" sounded like the "graceful" "ah", but this great scholar suddenly changed it to "ah".
Many people were mourning with their heads lowered, but when they heard the sound, they felt strange. They didn't expect the great scholar to sing the wrong word. When they looked up, they saw the great scholar throwing away his writing brush and taking half a step back.
Then, many people were shocked when they realized that Wei Huang 'an had lifted the curtain and was staring at them, his eyes were still moving.
"Ah …" The two nurses were so scared that they let go of the stretcher and ran away. Fortunately, the great scholar was quick enough to grab the stretcher and prevent Wei Huang 'an from falling to the ground.
The great scholar smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Huang 'an, why are you doing this?"
Wei Huang 'an's eyes lit up, he said slowly, "My talent is still there."
"Impossible!" The great scholar was shocked, he then picked up the writing brush and said, "This brush has already become a writing treasure, you can't possibly have any talent left."
Wei Huang 'an said helplessly, "I really do have talent in my body, you can check it if you don't believe me."
The great scholar nodded, he reached out his hand and touched Wei Huang 'an's forehead, then withdrew his hand with a weird expression. He frowned slightly and suddenly flew to the top of the Two Boundaries Mountain's wall, he held onto the writing brush and injected his talent into it.
The writing brush shone brightly, its power gushed out and formed a huge axe. It was filled with killing intent, it slashed towards the barbarians in front of it, its power was no different from an ordinary writing brush.
The great scholar pondered for a few breaths, he suddenly raised his head and looked at a strange star in the sky, the fragment of the Literati Star. He then realized something and sent a letter to the Realm-Guarding Great Scholar Chen Ben and Notre-Dame.
Soon, many Confucian scholars arrived and took Wei Huang 'an away. They also issued a gag order.
The scholars nearby looked at the fragments of the Literati Star in the sky and the new Literati Star in the sky thoughtfully. They realized that the human race would probably usher in a new upheaval, and it seemed to be a good one.
The battle on Two World Mountain was in full swing.
The army of the Borderline Mountain, the army of the Ten Nations, and the army of the various ancient lands joined forces to resist the enemy. The battle was extremely tragic, and there would be a large number of scholars dying in battle every day. However, there would also be scholars who had been tempered and improved every day. There would often be scholars who were promoted on the spot, greatly boosting the morale of the humans.
The Notre-Dame's cabinet had already begun to prepare for the "Pre-Battle Saint Selection" that had been carried out during the first Battle of Borderline Mountain.
Scholars below the rank of Jinshi were allowed to participate in an additional examination in addition to the official imperial examination. The Half-Saint's avatar would personally invigilate the examination. Once they passed, they would be promoted. Next year, they would participate in the official imperial examination and take a make-up examination to obtain the official rank of Jinshi.
Jingguo's army was in charge of the city. Their morale was high because an old Hanlin had a breakthrough on the spot and was promoted to a Grand Scholar.
Zhang Poyue who looked tired walked to the back of Jingguo's army and cupped his hands at the old Hanlin. He smiled and said, "Old Mr. Li, congratulations."
The old Hanlin Academy's Li Zhiliang laughed and said, "I'm old, I'm old. If I had become a scholar five years ago, perhaps the old man would have tried to become a great scholar. Five years later, the great scholar is hopeless. General Zhang, after three months, Old Man will not return to Jingguo. "
Zhang Poyue was stunned for a moment. He habitually stroked the thick black beard on his chin and nodded slightly. He said, "That's the case. After all, you were once one of the Ten Elders of Hanlin Academy. Now that you are a Grand Scholar, your "Ode of the Yellow River" might be promoted to the fourth level. Unless the demon race's Great Khan attacks you, you will definitely be safe. "
The soldiers at the side looked at Li Zhiliang enviously. This old Hanlin was a famous poet in Jingguo when he was a Grand Scholar. Because he lived by the Yellow River since he was young, he wrote a Grand Scholar war poem, "Ode of the Yellow River". Later, when his good friend died in the hands of the demon barbarians, Li Zhiliang was devastated and went into seclusion for many years. However, he had been practicing the "Ode of the Yellow River" diligently.
The first level of the "Ode of the Yellow River" was normal. It only summoned the water of the Yellow River to attack the enemy. The second level of the "Ode of the Yellow River" could create the image of the Yellow River freezing, which was both offensive and defensive. The third level of the "Ode of the Yellow River" could condense thousands of carps in the Yellow River.
If the "Ode of the Yellow River" could be promoted to the fourth level, this new Grand Scholar's strength would be comparable to a new Great Scholar.
Li Zhiliang smiled and said, "Old Man has just been promoted to a Grand Scholar. He should first familiarize himself with this level of strength before going to the Divine Temple to learn the" Three Farewell to the Barbarian Emperor ". 'Look to the northwest, shoot down the Heavenly Wolf'. It's very majestic. "
Zhang Poyue nodded and stood to the side to rest. He looked into the distance.
The Jingguo scholar beside him was also disappointed. No one knew what he was thinking.
Li Zhiliang slowly ascended to the sky. After reaching the back of the Jingguo army, he picked up his brush and started to write the "Ode of the Yellow River" that he was most familiar with.
The poem was still at the third level. Li Zhiliang's eyes flashed with a hint of regret. But soon, he returned to normal and continued to fight to familiarize himself with the new strength.
After practicing all the strength, Li Zhiliang was surprised. He then sent a voice transmission to Zhang Poyue, "General Zhang, after you became a Grand Scholar, did you see anything strange in the Palace of Literature?"
Zhang Poyue was puzzled and replied, "Nothing strange. Can Mr. Li Zhiliang elaborate?"
"All the strength that I practiced just now was similar to the Grand Scholar's strength described in the books and legends. Only the stars in the Palace of Literature that were condensed by the" Ode of the Yellow River "were different. They looked like they were on the verge of collapsing. Huh …" Li Zhiliang suddenly stopped his voice transmission.
Zhang Poyue looked at Li Zhiliang curiously. Suddenly, a bright star rose behind Li Zhiliang. It was only the size of a fist. At first glance, there was nothing special about it. But upon closer inspection, the star was filled with mystery. It was as if a new world was born.
The star stopped when it was ten feet above Li Zhiliang's head. It kept on shrinking and expanding. The light was flickering and it attracted the attention of many scholars nearby.
After a few breaths, the star suddenly stopped shrinking and slowly condensed into a jade pot.
The jade pot was about a foot tall and was green in color. On the surface of the jade pot, there was a Yellow River that flowed from the sky to the end of the world. It was not a dead object. It was flowing like a miniature Yellow River.
Li Zhiliang laughed and said, "This thing is called the 'Yellow River Pot'."
After he finished speaking, he pointed at the pot. The carvings on the surface of the pot became active. The murky water flew out from the pot. The water was covered with carps. The water was very small at the beginning. But as the wind blew, it became bigger and bigger. In the end, it was like the complete "Ode of the Yellow River". It formed a river that carried countless carps and rushed towards the enemy.
Whether it was the humans or the barbarians in the camp, everyone was in disbelief.
Then, Li Zhiliang turned around and flew into the Two World Mountain. He sent a voice transmission to Zhang Poyue, "The Western Saint summoned me. The Old Man will have to leave for now."
Zhang Poyue quickly asked, "What is the Yellow River Pot?"
"I got it by accident. I don't know what it is. Maybe the Western Saint Majesty can tell me."
Zhang Poyue suddenly thought of Wei Huang 'an who was still alive.
"This is the sign of the human race's prosperity!"
At the same time, the horns in the barbarian camp sounded. The barbarians left like the ebbing tide.
The human soldiers quickly cleaned up the battlefield while the scholars started to talk about Li Zhiliang and the Yellow River Pot.
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