"Wow! Boss, are you going to write a poem? That's classical Chinese!"

Seeing the title written by Lin Feng, Murong Hui couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Fu is a problem in ancient times, but it is much more difficult to write than it is now. People who do not have a certain knowledge of ancient prose cannot write it. Moreover, fu is like a long poem. It is catchy to read and the article is particularly interesting.

Gorgeous…”

Ye Baiwei watched from the side and couldn't help but marveled, "I didn't expect that the boss can even write ancient Chinese poems. I'm really looking forward to seeing what kind of general poems the boss can write?"

"Has Lin Feng started to show off his literary talents again? But it is true that when he took the college entrance examination, he got full marks with his "Ode to the Palace Girl". At this time, he wrote another "Ode to the General" and said

Maybe this is what the ghost general wants to see..."

Xiao Nishang curled her lips and remembered that Lin Feng had written poems for Qin Yanran and Xu Minjing, but he had never written anything for herself, and she suddenly felt a little unhappy.

The other people also had shocked expressions on their faces, because Lin Feng's current state of mind and state holding the brush was much more authentic than the actors in costume TV dramas who put on makeup, and it was also better than Murong Hui's posture just now.

It looks much better. If you stand there with a brush, you will feel like a scholar.

As for Lin Feng now, he wants to write an "Ode to the General" about General Yuan, and he keeps replaying the scenes and pictures in the mural in his mind, integrating his thoughts and feelings into it.

in.

Pick up the pen and put down the words!

"A blue-faced mane with hair on his shoulders, armor on his shoulders, a roar of anger and a flying horse."

After writing the first sentence, when everyone saw it, an old general with pale face and white hair but full of power seemed to appear in front of them, riding a white horse on the battlefield, roaring, no one dared to challenge him.

“What a literary talent!”

After seeing this first sentence, Li Kai couldn't help but scream.

Others also nodded. This sentence alone was enough to show that Lin Feng's ancient writing skills were extraordinary. Even the entire extremely cold place couldn't help but tremble. It was General Yuan who saw Lin Feng.

This sentence was written by Feng.

"The extremely cold place has responded, Lin Feng, hurry up... continue writing!"

Feeling this, Xiao Nishang was also inexplicably surprised and immediately said to Lin Feng.

"good!"

After writing the first sentence, Lin Feng closed his eyes again and concentrated, integrating the scenes of General Yuan's life into his mind. Then he closed his eyes and continued writing:

"The sword is ruthless, I have drunk the blood of a hundred generals, I am whipping my whip and galloping, I am full of pride, I am drinking and driving. Why? I have white hair on my temples!"

Seeing this second sentence, everyone couldn't help but feel moved. They seemed to have seen the tragic life of a veteran general, who lived for the battlefield, grew old for the battlefield, and finally died for the battlefield.

The heroic spirit of galloping on the battlefield, and the golden sword in his hand, I don't know how many enemy generals' necks have been cut off. But after all, he is getting old, and his temples have become pale.

Before everyone had time to sigh, Lin Feng could no longer suppress the feelings accumulated in his heart. He closed his eyes and continued to write happily:

"The most eye-catching sight is the tidal flats and desert tiles. A few old clothes and broken armor. They are rusty and mottled, leaning against the wind and roaring. Even more like that, hundreds of thousands of soldiers are choking and mourning!"

When I wrote about the mourning of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, everyone's hearts were shocked again, the tips of their noses were sore, and tears were about to fall.

miserable!

Too bad!

Look at the murals at the back and the tragic battlefield. After the war, countless corpses and armors remained, and many soldiers threw their corpses on the battlefield. In the end, they could only let the north wind blow by, and no one could remember their names.

Buzz buzz!

The entire extremely cold land began to buzz with waves, seemingly shaken by what Lin Feng wrote.

"Face the enemy in the north, give loyal advice from behind. Face the enemy with force and fight thousands of generals, but it is rare for a prince to laugh at loyal advice. A strong man dies, full of enthusiasm. The princes lose their will, and the country has no peace. The war on the frontier is painful and powerless, and the dynasty is in confusion.

I hate that I am old and declining now. If I go back to the past, even if I sacrifice my life to behead him, I will still be able to destroy him with the power of a sword!"

In one breath, Lin Feng wrote such a long paragraph, expressing the helplessness and injustice of a generation of famous generals almost in one breath.

How sad and powerless are all these things for the generals who have lost their power and combat effectiveness?

If he were young and vigorous, even if he risked the whole world's disobedience, he would have raised the sword in his hand and used the power of the sword to cut off all the rebellious ministers and traitors with one sword.

give up!

When I wrote this, everyone was silent, and they couldn't help but fall into the emotion of being extremely sad and aggrieved for the general. It seemed that those injustices were all suffered by themselves, as if every flesh and blood in the body was now

It's like being cut with a knife.

Boom boom boom...

The solid ice in this extremely cold place began to slowly break and melt. Everything around was no longer cold. There seemed to be a sound of sobbing and crying in the air, and then suddenly turned into a cry.

The sound of a long roar rising to the sky.

"It's done! Lin Feng, this piece of "General Fu" you wrote successfully moved General Yuan and wrote it into his heart..."

Seeing this, Xiao Nishang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and shouted in surprise.

"Not even close..."

The surrounding ice had begun to melt, but the brush in Lin Feng's hand had not stopped yet. He paused for a moment, then slowed down, and continued to write slowly, stroke by stroke:

"Sorrowful country, thousands of miles of beauty, luxurious beauty!"

Boom!

When the last sentence of this punchline was written, the entire extremely cold land exploded completely, the earth shook, and everyone suddenly felt that the ground beneath their feet seemed to be rising, and there was a burst of dazzling white light around them.

When they could see everything around them clearly again, they were pleasantly surprised to find that they had returned to the ground, and everything was back to normal, without any illusions. Next to them were the unfinished buildings.

"I...we are coming out? We are really coming out!"

When Murong Hui saw this, he jumped up and down with joy.

"Yes, the boss's "General's Ode" completely moved the ghost general, and he released us all..." Li Kai also breathed a sigh of relief and hugged his girlfriend Chen Wenli tightly.

He said, "Wen Li! We came out. This is simply a dream. I will never, ever be separated from you again..."

"That's great! Lin Feng, I didn't expect that your writing was not bad. It almost made me cry."
Chapter completed!