nycdaug Chapter 313: Poetry and Fu
Chapter 313: Poetry and Fu
call out!
The streak of light carrying sword energy landed directly on the city wall, splitting the dark clouds along the way into two halves.
All the soldiers present were shocked.
But the sword energy emitted a white light, enveloping the people on it, making it difficult for them to see who was standing on the sword.
However, some of their senior generals had come into contact with the Snow Sword Sect, so they knew clearly that this sword was the sword of the Snow Sword Sect!
Finally, the sword energy dissipated, and the empress stepped off the sword.
"His Majesty!"
When the commander saw the empress, he was stunned for a moment, but when he came to his senses, he instantly showed an expression of ecstasy.
He immediately took the lead and knelt on one knee on the ground, saying respectfully: "I am General Li Fuan, and I pay my respects to Your Majesty!"
Behind him, the deputy general and soldiers were all dumbfounded.
They were just complaining, hoping that the empress would lead the army in person. Even if the empress did not come, at least the Prince of Zhenxi would come to take charge of the situation.
What I never expected was that the empress would come just after I finished complaining?
"I will see your Majesty at last!"
Soon, they all knelt down and kowtowed.
"All the beloved ones, please stand up!"
The empress raised her palms upwards.
All the soldiers stood up immediately.
"Your Majesty, why are you here in person? Is the prince here?"
Commander Li Fuan asked in surprise.
Originally, he and the soldiers stationed here were a little desperate. The two Martial Emperor masters on the opposite side had a force several times stronger than their own.
How to fight this?
No matter how hard you fight, you'll die anyway!
But now, the empress has come and the situation is different.
The most important thing is that the empress came with the people from the Snow Sword Sect. Judging from the momentum of their flying swords, it must be the sect leader who came in person.
With two female warrior queens in charge, even if we cannot win, we can retreat to Dragon City and don’t have to die in vain!
"I'm here to resolve the border crisis."
The empress spoke calmly.
She always maintained a calm face, and only when she saw that Chen Xuan was the Martial Emperor did she lose her composure a little.
At this time, Chen Xuan and the others also stepped down from the swords.
Chen Xuan stood on the city wall, with his hands behind his back, gazing at the beautiful mountains and rivers across the street. Although there were flying sand and rocks and howling winds across the street, it looked like the end of the world.
However, Chen Xuan's eyes could see through the phenomenon to the essence. The scene of howling wind and hundreds of ghosts howling were all illusions. It was the Ghost King's Soul-Devouring Formation that was causing trouble.
At a glance, Chen Xuan saw a black shadow floating in the thick black fog opposite. The black shadow had no real shape, but was just an illusory soul body, emitting a cold and terrifying gloomy aura all over its body.
Anyone who approaches the black shadow will have his soul and spirit pulled out of his body, causing him to scream in pain.
"But if the flying generals of Dragon City are here, I won't teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains!"
Feeling this beautiful land, Chen Xuan suddenly felt so excited that he couldn't help but recite a poem, which was majestic and magnificent!
"Can you write poetry?"
Xue Jian looked surprised.
Although she was not a poet, she could tell from the poem that Chen Xuan had just recited that it was a masterpiece.
Chen Xuan turned around and smiled slightly: "Articles are naturally formed, and they are created by a master's hand!"
"Just open your mouth?"
Xue Jian was surprised again.
The latter sentence is actually very good. If it were placed in the Daqian poetry world, it would definitely cause quite a stir.
Even the empress couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
"I haven't seen you reading, and most of the words you say are vulgar. I always thought you were illiterate." Xue Jian clicked his tongue.
At this time, Chen Xuan pretended to be crazy, shaking his head and imitating the words of a scholar: "People laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others for not seeing through it."
"Again?" Xue Jian felt like she had seen a ghost. At this moment, Chen Xuan felt unfamiliar to her.
When people write poetry, they rack their brains to come up with a line. Sometimes, they spend ten years pondering over just one word!
Chen Xuan, on the other hand, found reciting poetry as easy as eating and drinking water.
"Of course, my husband is a man of both civil and military talents!"
Xu Ruolan suddenly spoke proudly, her chest straightening a little.
[Ding! System prompt: Li Xuanxuan, Lu Qiqi, Liu Yiyi, and Yang Yinger, favorability rating: 10]
Suddenly, a system prompt sounded in Chen Xuan's mind.
This sudden favorability made him slightly stunned, as if he had suddenly picked up money on the street.
Chen Xuan was immediately delighted. He never expected that the women around him would like this.
If I had known that they liked talented people, I should have brought out the poems earlier.
"What is love in this world? It makes people pledge to each other for life and death."
Chen Xuan sighed again.
"You didn't steal these poems from somewhere, did you?"
Suddenly, Xue Jian stared at Chen Xuan with suspicion.
After all, Chen Xuan just came up with it without any hesitation, which makes people doubt whether it was his original creation.
"Have you heard similar poems before me?" Chen Xuan looked at her.
Xue Jian shook his head.
"Since you haven't heard similar poems before, then here, these poems are my original creations!"
Chen Xuan spoke shamelessly.
Anyway, there shouldn't be any other time travelers like him in this world.
So he can use Tang poetry and Song lyrics at will.
"Are you really that talented?" Xue Jian looked at Chen Xuan with suspicion.
"Of course."
Chen Xuan spoke without blushing or beating his heart.
"Then I'll test you on a poem. If you can recite it, I'll believe that you're truly talented." Xue Jian was still a little skeptical.
"Okay, take the test however you want. If I can't answer, I lose." Chen Xuan said casually.
Xue Jian thought for a moment and said, "Then write a poem about the border. If you can improvise a poem, I will believe that you are a genius."
Chen Xuan immediately put one hand behind his back and clenched the other hand into a fist, placing it on his abdomen.
He took a few deliberate steps, a thoughtful expression on his face.
After a pause, he slowly spoke: "Dark clouds press down on the city, threatening to collapse. Armor shines brightly towards the sun, and golden scales unfold. I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace, and I will die for you, supporting the Jade Dragon!"
A poem was spoken out so directly, without any dragging, as if it came naturally.
For a moment, everyone present was stunned.
Especially Xue Jian, she didn't expect that Chen Xuan actually had ink in his stomach!
The empress standing beside him stared at Chen Xuan with her beautiful eyes, never blinking.
She murmured to herself the poem Chen Xuan had just recited.
"I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace and die for you, supporting the Jade Dragon."
These two lines of poetry touched her deeply.
As for the Snow Sword, it was the first two lines of Chen Xuan's poem that kept repeating in his mind.
"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it, and the armor's light is shining towards the golden scales of the sun!"