It ended overnight and the rain stopped and the sky was clear.

The wind blew up, rolling up the fallen leaves of Dongcang City. The fallen leaves rolled up, and they floated up with the wind, floating and flying over Dongcang City.

It floated through the residential area where smoke was everywhere. People in Dongcangcheng, who had been away from the rain for two days at home, were preparing breakfast and started their busy work again.

It floated through the streets that had just become prosperous. The breakfast food with northern characteristics had already spread out a whole street. The breakfast food was not as delicate as Zhongjing City, but it was important to have enough amounts, enough oil and water, and a sip of hot noodles, making people feel comfortable all over.

The fallen leaves were about to fall, and another gust of wind rolled it up and passed through the political affairs hall in the city. Countless young and strong men had already been marching through the mission hall of the political affairs hall, wanting to find the work they can take on today. It doesn’t matter whether they are tired or not, as long as the reward is high.

The fallen leaves did not stop. It flew along the Political Affairs Hall to the area with excellent feng shui in the city. There, the courtyards of luxury houses were rising from the ground. The wealthy young men, who were usually rich and powerful, took off their silk clothes and dressed in short-distance clothes. They worked hard to build walls and smash soil and tiles with the recruited workers.

This is the home of the future, how can you not have your own blood and sweat!

In the future, the descendants pointed to a wall and said, "This wall is built by my ancestors!" What a glory.

The fallen leaves whirled again, and once they flew up and down, and finally landed on the wall of a building. The sound of reading aloud from the wall shook it down from the bricks and tiles of the wall.

"The red sun rises, and the road is bright. The river flows out and flows, and it flows across the ocean. The dragons rise in the abyss, the scales and claws fly. The milk tiger roars and the valleys, and the beasts are frightened. The eagle and falcon test their wings, and the wind and dust are rising. The strange flowers are born in the first place, and the emperor is the emperor. The generals are lit and have their own brilliance. The sky is covered with its green sky, and the earth is yellow. Even if it has eternal ages, there are eight wildernesses. The future is like the sea, and the future is long. How beautiful I am a young man, and I will never grow old with the sky! How powerful I am a young man, and I will never grow with the country!"

This place is the first martial arts hall in Dongcang. Learning literature in the morning and martial arts in the afternoon is the rule set by the Marquis. The mandatory reading of "Theory of Youth in China" in the morning class is the first martial arts hall training compiled by Xiang Jixuan, the first martial arts hall priest.

The fallen leaves fell on Xiang Jixuan's shoulder. Xiang Jixuan held the fallen leaves in his hand, looked at the many children on the school field, and sighed: "The Marquis is really a genius! An article "The Talk of the Boys in China", whenever I hear these children read, I feel excited and wish I could return to my youth!"

"Yes!" Another great scholar of the hundred battles nodded, "When he was young, he looked north of the Central Plains like a mountain! I heard that Wenchang Pavilion had copied this article and published it all over the world."

"Yeah!" Xiang Jixuan nodded, "It was Wen Xiang who talked with the Marquis himself. It's just a pity..."

"What a pity?" asked the big scholar.

"It's a pity that this article should be incomplete in terms of its context. Its context is protruding and suitable for inspiring young people, but not suitable for the world."

"If the Marquis perfected this article, it would be a shocking article!"

Speaking of this, Xiang Jixuan suddenly smiled: "I thought too much, how rare is the article of shocking saints? The half-saint must be willing to use his own holy path as a basis to spread the message to the world. If there are any mistakes in the article, the half-saint's holy path will also be backfired."

"Hey..." the great scholar also echoed, "To put it bluntly, this article "Theory of Young China" and the 'Everyone who is responsible for the rise and fall of the world', if it can be written in a complete manner, it will be of great importance to shock the sage!"

"Our Marquis just won't write it!"

"This 'shaming of literati' style comes from blood and blood!"

Xiang Jixuan also nodded slightly, and was about to say something, but suddenly his face changed. Looking towards the direction of the city lord, a vast fortune accumulated over the city lord's mansion into clouds, and clouds became colorful.

"Jinxiu Huayun!" Xiang Jixuan said in surprise, "What did the marquis write? He actually summoned Jinxiu Huayun!"

"Go and go and have a look!"

...

At this time, Chen Luo was sitting in the study, holding a brush, trembling slightly.

After finishing the latest chapter of "Deploy the Han generals of Lushui and move the army, attacking the Central Plains Wuhou on the Form", I suddenly felt that something was missing. I opened it carefully and found that it was the original text of "The Memorial to the Form" in the novel.

How can this work?

No novel? It doesn't matter, I remember it!

Chen Luo picked up his pen and planned to write "The Memorial of the Departure" based on his memory!

"The late emperor's business was not halfway through, but the middle way collapsed. Today, the lower three points were the problem. Yizhou was exhausted. This is a critical survival and death..." Chen Luo never expected that he just wrote a beginning and felt a great pressure falling on himself. Every word was written was particularly difficult.

Just as Chen Luo was planning to let it go for the time being, an enlightenment suddenly appeared in his mind. If he stopped at this time, the article would be forgotten and he would never be able to remember it again.

Chen Luo took a deep breath and continued to write: "However, the guards are unremittingly inside, and those who are loyal and determined are forgetting themselves outside, because they pursue the special encounter of the late emperor and want to repay His Majesty."

...

Xiang Jixuan and his fellow great scholars rushed to the city lord's mansion. Many great scholars had arrived. Wu Litao was full of demonic energy, showing his cultivation of a first-class great saint, blocking the door of the study. Yun Siyao saluted Xiang Jixuan and said softly: "My junior brother is writing a strange article and is undergoing the test of heaven. Please do not disturb me!"

"Miss Yun is serious." Xiang Jixuan hurriedly replied, "We are also here to protect the Tao. But can we reveal what article the Marquis is writing and why it is so sudden?"

Yun Siyao also showed doubts on his face: "I don't know, I only realized the abnormality when I sensed the power of the heavenly way."

At this time, Wu Litao snorted coldly: "A bunch of... silly... silly... silly criticizes, feel... sensation... literal... verb rhyme!"

After saying that, he looked at Yun Siyao again: "You are sophisticated... sophisticated... sophisticated, no... not... sophisticated... sophisticated!"

All the great scholars of the Hundred Battles had known Wu Litao's identity for a long time, and they didn't care about his words. They were all calm and felt the literary rhyme that came from the study.

Any strange writing has its own special features when it turns into a genre of essays.

"This is...the aura of loyalty!"

"It's not only the deep affection, and it means to teach the elders! Is it a text of education?"

"The spirit is majestic, the vicissitudes of life are heavy!"

"A bastard, I became more and more curious after sensing the literary rhyme!"

...

"It is necessary to open the holy listening, to highlight the virtues of the late emperor and to magnify the aura of the patriots. It is not suitable to underestimate oneself or to induce the meaning of the unrighteousness and to block the path of loyal advice."

In the study, Chen Luo had finished writing the first paragraph of "The Memorial to the Emperor", but his hands were a little sore.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Luo continued to write down—

"The palace and the palace are all integrated, and the promotion and punishment should not be different or similar. If there are any offenders and those who are loyal and kind, they should be given a minister to discuss the punishment and reward to show Your Majesty's wise principles. It is not appropriate to be biased and to make the internal and external different laws."

Having written this, the desk made of ancient trees was not afraid to bear it. With a "click", it was folded. Chen Luo reached out to pick up the page and felt heavy.

This page of paper has the meaning of teaching, weighing more than ten thousand pounds!

Chen Luo had no choice but to sit cross-legged, put the paper on the ground, and lifted his pen to continue writing.

...

Wanren Mountain, the gods camped.

Yunchangying and Zilongying, who were originally training, suddenly stopped moving and looked towards Dongcangcheng.

Yideying, Mengqiying, Hanshengying...

A strange feeling appeared in the hearts of all the soldiers of the Divine General Camp of Shu generals, as if excited and moved. I only felt that there seemed to be an elder in the direction of Dongcang City, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

At the same time, in the Wanrenshan Conference Hall, several great scholars looked strange.

"Soldiers, I suddenly felt impulsive and wanted to fight and kill a few barbarians!"

"That's the most important thing, so is my husband. He is unbearable and wants to fight the barbarians to the death!"

"The same is true for me, otherwise we can do it?"

Han Qingzhu frowned slightly. To be honest, he inexplicably wanted a big battle, and this abnormal movement came from his family, country and the world.

The great scholars in the hall all have one thing in common-

All mastered the Red Cliff fighting skills!

"Go back and recite the classics and meditate!" Han Qingzhu shouted coldly, "This is caused by external forces!"

Everyone showed bitterness on their faces: "I know it's external force, but I can't help it!"

"Or else kill me first!"

Han Qingzhu's face turned cold: "Save it here for me, no one is allowed to move!"

After saying that, he also looked at Dongfang and muttered to himself: "What is this kid Chen Luo doing?"

...

"Friends with wise ministers and stay away from villains, this is why the Han Dynasty prospers in the past; closes with wise ministers and stay away from virtuous ministers, this is why the Han Dynasty is about to collapse..."

"I am a commoner, who is a commoner, who is working in Nanyang, and is willing to live a life in troubled times, and do not seek knowledge and gain prominence from the princes..."

"Then it was overturned, and the army was defeated, and the order was ordered to be in danger. It has been twenty-years since you came..."

Chen Luo wrote down the "Memorial of the Emperor" in his memory word by word, but he did not notice it at all. Behind him, a phantom condensed, which was exactly Guan Yunchang that Chen Luo thought he had seen in his dream.

Guan Yunchang's eyes were filled with tears, looking at the words written by Chen Luo, bowed a lot, and sighed in a voice that only he could hear: Military advisor... Military advisor... I died early, so I was so tired...

As the words fell, the figure gradually faded and disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

...

Outside the study, a faint feeling of memorial was conveyed through literary rhyme, and the great scholars of all warriors were trembling in their hearts. For a moment, they remembered those deceased comrades and those missed relatives.

"A text with deep love and great righteousness!"

"I remembered my mentor!"

"I remembered my brother who died for me..."

"There is nothing more than this!"

"Marty, what exactly are you writing!"

...

"Now the south has been settled, and the troops are sufficient. We should lead the three armies to settle the Central Plains in the north, so as to exhaust the poor and dull, eliminate the evil spirits, restore the Han Dynasty, and return to the old capital..."

At this point, the pen tip suddenly changed, and a sharp weapon pierced the paper. Chen Luo was already completely immersed in the article and kept writing!

...
To be continued...