The contract was handed to him and he signed his name. The contract returned to Li Qizhong and Li Qizhong also signed his name.
A literary contract was formed.
A life and death battle between the two sides is inevitable.
"Come out of the palace!" Li Qizhong moved his feet and suddenly floated past the palace door, stepping on a railing outside the palace. The strong wind blew, making him look like a flying fairy from the sky.
Lin Su moved his feet, flew up out of thin air, and landed on another railing. The two faced each other, only three feet apart.
The palace door opened wide, and everyone stood up and left the table, staring at the two people outside. The atmosphere was extremely solemn.
Lin Su smiled faintly: "Your Excellency is very good at making tricks."
"What's the plan?" Li Qizhong asked.
"You only said you were a Jinshi, but you didn't say which year you were a Jinshi!"
Everyone's hearts jumped, what?
Lin Su added: "The Jinshi of Osumi's current class will also be holding a Jinshi banquet at Ohsumi Palace today, right? So, Your Excellency, which class are you from?"
Haha! Li Qizhong said: "Last term!"
Li Xiaotian's expression changed: "The last Jinshi took three years to enter the Confucian realm. This... this is not fair!"
This generation of Jinshi has not yet formed a true Confucian fighting force. How can they fight against the Holy Jinshi who have been in the Confucian realm for three years? This matter has been an unfair duel from the beginning.
Li Qizhong said: "We are both in the Wenxin Realm and fighting at the same level. How unfair is it? What's more, the contract has been signed, Lin Su, it's impossible for you not to die!"
The contract has been signed, that's the key.
Lin Sudao: "Haha, the contract has been signed! Do you know why I didn't disclose your identity before signing the contract? Just because, if you are this Jinshi, you are not qualified to fight with me, even if you are the number one scholar in Osumi.
Lang, they are not qualified! The last Jinshi, I entered the realm of Confucianism and practiced hard for three years before I could sharpen my sword!"
Everyone was shocked at the same time.
In fact, he had already seen through that the other party was not the current Jinshi, but he still signed the certificate of life and death. How grand is this? How confident is it?
Li Qizhong said: "Everyone can talk big words, but strength is the key to a decisive battle!" He slowly raised the pen in his hand.
This pen is eight inches long. When the pen is lifted, a page of a book carved on the pen holder suddenly opens. When the page is turned, a strong wind rises outside the palace, and all the colorful flags fly away.
Zhang Juzheng's heart sank: "Qianyuanbi?"
Qian Yuan Brush, the treasure of the literary world, is a cultural treasure and can be used to write without paper.
"The precious pen of Wenlu?" Lin Su said: "I have one too!"
He raised his hand and found the jade hair in his hand! It was the one Zuo Kuanzhou gave him, and he just needed it today.
"Kill!" Li Qizhongqian moved his original pen and wrote a big word "kill" in the void. The word "kill" suddenly turned into a huge mountain of "kill" and pressed towards Lin Su.
"Cut!" Lin Su moved his hands together, and the word "cut" was flying across the sky. He kept chirping, and the word "kill" disappeared invisible.
All the Jinshi cheered together.
Although Lin Su had just become a Confucian scholar, he still had such power with just one word, and was no less powerful than Li Qizhong.
Li Qizhong laughed loudly: "Iron-horsed Yuan army, thousands of bandits, brave enough to dance in the air with a long sword, and an iron-blooded expedition thousands of miles away."
As soon as the four lines of the poem fell, the golden light turned into a rolling iron cavalry and galloped towards Lin Su.
The solidification of the iron cavalry is unprecedented, and the iron hoof actually carries the original holy light...
Li Xiaotian was shocked: "Original war poem, you are not Li Qizhong, you are Li Li!"
A wizard emerged from Osumi three years ago. He wrote several golden war poems at the age of nineteen, and was known as the wizard of Ohsumi. Among them was the war poem "Iron Horse Walk". Now he wrote "Iron Horse Walk"
, far superior to the "Iron Horse Walk" that Li Xiaotian had seen, and ten times more powerful. The original holy light on it showed that the identity of this person was definitely not the unknown Jinshi Li Qizhong, but the great genius Li Li.
Li Li is indeed not in the top three in Osumi, but he is also ranked fifth.
The fifth holy scholar three years ago.
Li Li laughed loudly: "Let me tell you frankly, I, Li Li, am a very loyal person! There are thousands of ways to kill you, but I still like to kill you, a clown in poetry circles, with original war poems!"
Lin Su sneered and said: "This bullshit war poem of yours is also called a poem? Let me show you what a war poem is! How do you feel about today's beheading..."
Seven big characters flew out, and a big knife suddenly appeared next to him, spanning the sky, with colorful lights shining in all directions, and there was also original holy light on it...
Everyone's eyes widened at the same time. What kind of poem is this? I've never heard of it...
“Starting a business is hard and full of battles!”
The battle flags were flying thousands of miles away, and the sound of killing was loud. Countless soldiers appeared from behind him, and their fronts were pointed at Li Qizhong. The two teams collided violently, causing sand and rocks to fly.
Li Qizhong performed an original war poem to interpret thousands of cavalry, but Lin Sucai defeated them with two colorful war poems. The decision was made.
Li Qizhong was startled, and another war poem appeared: "The sky is thousands of miles cold..."
Thousands of sword lights broke through the siege, avoiding the battle below from the air and heading straight for Lin Su.
Two war poems were published in a row. This was also his privilege as an original author. Most people would use war poems to kill the enemy, and it would take at least a quarter of an hour before the second one came out. However, as an original author, he could write two war poems in succession, and his combat power was more than doubled.
In an instant, the sky was filled with sword lights...
Lin Su's pen moved, and the last two sentences came out immediately: "Here comes the spring platform to recruit the old troops, and kills Yan with a hundred thousand banners..."
Following his two sentences, suddenly the whole place was filled with flags, and the big sword in the air was shining thousands of miles, and it was about to be chopped down with one lift. Li Qizhong's face changed drastically, because the thousands of knives formed by his war poem were in front of this giant sword.
Like a little flower in the strong wind, shivering...
This is state-of-the-art suppression, the tremendous power of colorful war poems.
At this moment, the pen in Lin Su's hand suddenly burst, and the last word was not written.
The huge and strange force backfired, and Lin Su's mouth was shattered. The whole person was hit backward by the huge force, and hit the pillar behind heavily. The pillar was broken in two. Lin Su's blood boiled, and his heart was stunned.
With a roar, thousands of knives came across the air and shot into his whole body.
Seeing that Lin Su was in doom, he suddenly moved his feet and stepped forward!
This flight was as fast as lightning, and the power of the war poem swept across it. The pillars shattered into powder, and the row of houses behind the pillars also disappeared out of thin air. This shows how terrifying the power of this war poem is.
But Li Qizhong was also confused.
He clearly lost the battle poem, but the opponent suddenly broke his pen at the moment of victory, and it turned into a defeat in an instant, which was strange.
What's even more surprising is that breaking a pen on the battlefield is like breaking a gun for a soldier, which means death, especially for a great scholar. His pen is broken and he can no longer write. Moreover, once the pen that imbues him with literary power is lost, his literary power will backfire and he will be killed.
He should be seriously injured and dying and be slaughtered. How could he avoid this fatal blow?
When the battle situation changed, Li Qizhong reacted very quickly. The tip of his pen vibrated, urging thousands of knives to turn and point directly at the sky, like locusts all over the sky...
Lin Su took a deep breath, and suddenly there was a treasure pen in his hand. It was an ordinary treasure pen, not a literary treasure! As soon as the treasure pen came out, the treasure paper appeared in front of the pen. How do you feel about being decapitated today? It is difficult to start a business and there are many battles.
Go to Quantai to recruit old members...
The faded iron cavalry reappeared on the battlefield, and the broadsword reappeared.
"A hundred thousand banners will kill Yama!"
With a bang, a sword was cut from the sky, and all the thousands of knives were turned into ashes.
Seeing that Li Qizhong was about to die under this blow, a trace of red cloud suddenly flashed across his face. He raised his hand suddenly and threw an ancient picture into the air. As soon as the picture came out, a holy power filled the world.
Covering the entire scene, Lin Su's iron-blooded killing scene performed with war poetry was instantly shattered, and a dark space completely enveloped him.
"World Treasure Ghost Domain Map!" Someone shouted, and this was the only sentence Lin Su could hear.
Realm Treasure! There is actually a Realm Treasure?
The so-called world treasure is a cultural treasure refined by experts in the literary world. It is a hundred times more powerful than the treasure of Wenlu. Once the world treasure comes out, people in Wenlu will be in trouble.
Lin Su was completely plunged into darkness. Even his thousand-degree pupils could not see through. There were many ghosts in front of him, which seemed to take away all his flesh and blood. Behind him, the ghost king's blood-haired shawl strangled him violently. Lin Su's body
The mountain of literature rattled and seemed about to burst.
Lin Su roared loudly: "I'm so angry that I'm here! When the rain breaks, I look up and roar to the sky. I'm so strong in my heart. Twenty years of fame and fame, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moons! Don't wait for your hair to turn gray."
, empty sorrow! The shame of the four towns has not yet snowed, and the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed? Driving a long chariot to traverse the gap in the Helan Mountains, ambitious to eat the meat of Hulu, laughing and drinking the blood of slaves in the wilderness, waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from scratch, facing the sky!"
There was a bang, green light filled the sky, green lotuses blossomed, and the boundless darkness disappeared completely in a moment. A long car flew out, shocking the world. The hundreds of ghosts in the map of the World Treasure Ghost Domain were hit by the long car and turned into confetti. The sky
Seeing the light, Lin Su stood on a high platform, like a general standing on the ground and holding the sky. When he raised his hand, the blood moon became a sword. When the sword fell, Li Qizhong's head was in a different place.
The green lotus flower petals turned into floating clouds at Lin Su's feet, and he slowly descended.
With a cry, Lin Jialiang rushed to him and hugged him tightly.
Li Xiaotian looked up to the sky and shouted: "I'm so angry that I'm standing in the middle of nowhere! The rain has stopped, and I look up..."
The river is full of red, and he recited it until the song was like crying.
Zhang Haoran also rushed over: "The first war poem in history! It is also an unprecedented Qingci that has been handed down from generation to generation. With this Qingci to subdue the country, the great power has another powerful weapon! Brother Lin, what is the name of this word?" He was really excited, Zhan
Poems are so hard to come by that even the Golden Light War Poetry can become a treasure of the country, let alone be handed down from generation to generation? If this word is spread to the army, who would dare to violate it on the border?
Some people may also say that if your war words are introduced into the army, it is certainly a sharp weapon in the hands of soldiers, but other countries can also use your spear to stab your shield? No, other countries can use this war words to deal with other countries.
People outside of Cang cannot use this word to deal with the army of Da Cang, because this word comes from Da Cang, and the soldiers of Da Cang use it to double their combat power. When the enemy confronts them, if they use it, they will fall into the "destruction of divisions".
"The death trap.
What is the way of destroying the master? One person's war poetry, if others want to learn it, they must regard the original author as their teacher. If you use it against the original author, you will deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, and you will be killed by the holy way.
"The brand name is "Manjianghong"!"
The green lotus in the sky closed up and turned into a red pen that fell on the Linsu Wen Mountain. A voice came from the nine heavens: "The first war poem in history is also an unprecedented war green word. I will give you a bald pen!"
Bald pen?
Lin Su looked at Wenshan inside, and holy shit, it was really a bald pen. The pen in his hand had a bamboo stem with only three bristles on it. It was not only ordinary, it could even be said to be extremely crude. There were two words written on the pen barrel:
Weiyang.
The first battle speech in history, and it was also a speech handed down from generation to generation. The reward from the temple was actually just a bald pen? Lin Su was speechless, but in the end he had no choice but to accept it.
It seems that my Qingshi Qingci is a bit too much, and I am impatient with the Temple Award. Forget it, I will restrain myself from now on.
Lin Su had just stepped into the body of a great scholar, and killed Li Li, who had already been a great scholar for three years, in one fell swoop. He even destroyed the ghost realm map, a treasure of the literary world, with a poem about fighting against youth. Special Envoy Dayu's face turned as pale as paper.
No matter how entangled you are, you can only give up.
The Dacang Jinshi Banquet, which attracted worldwide attention, came to an end. In the second half, the banquet continued. Lin Su did not get up. When the banquet ended, the eunuch issued a decree that all the Jinshi who had just been awarded the title could return to their hometowns to visit relatives, but only for two months.
time, everyone must arrive at work before the first day of August!
As the sun sets, the emperor retires and the banquet ends.
The minister returned home, and so did Lin Su and Lin Jialiang. Just after leaving the palace gate, a carriage was lying on the roadside outside. King Nan stuck his head out and opened his mouth to laugh at Lin Su.
Lin Jialiang was slightly shocked and stepped forward to pay homage: "Your Majesty..."
"It's nothing to do with you, just go back!" The prince waved his hand lightly, and Lin Jialiang flew away.
Lin Su looked embarrassed and approached. Before he could speak, the prince stretched out his hand and pulled him into the carriage.
"Your Majesty, that day...I really didn't mean to..."
"You tell my daughter if you want to or not, I'm only responsible for taking you to see her..."
"My lord, haven't you seen the situation clearly yet? If you want to recruit me as your son-in-law, Prince Nan's Mansion will face a catastrophe..."
Lin Su saw clearly in the Golden Palace that the emperor was calling on all the people in the world to exclude the Lin brothers. Anyone who made friends with him would be tabooed by the royal family. In this case, could King Nan recruit him as his son-in-law?
Who is the king? He is a king with a different surname who has a lot of troops. In all dynasties, the guards against kings with a different surname are the most stringent. If you blatantly hook up with the rebellious Lin Su and recruit him as your son-in-law, then the Southern King will
Becoming the target of intense suppression by the royal family...
Lin Su explained these principles thoroughly to King Nan.
Although King Nan was reckless, he was not a fool either. His thick eyebrows were furrowed.
"Your Majesty, you are currently in the capital. It is not appropriate for you to have close contact with me. The matter between me and the princess must not be made public at this moment. Before the end of the year, I will go to the southern border to settle the matter. How about it?"
"Boy, aren't you going to lie to me?" King Nan was also afraid of being lied to.
"Your Majesty helped me in the Golden Palace today. I also saw it in my eyes. I can't bear the kindness of others. How could I lie to you? I will definitely go within this year!"
King Nan let him go and drove away.
Lin Jialiang walked out of the darkness and saw his brother's twinkling eyes: "Third brother, King Nan, this is..."
"This prince is a bit cute. Let's go...back to the Qu family."
The two brothers waved their hands and wrote the word "wind" at the same time. It penetrated into the air, walked through the air, and landed at Qu's house.
Qu Xiu and Sister Chen, dressed in green, stood in front of the hall: "Husband, uncle, my grandfather has hosted a family banquet and specially invites husband and uncle to the banquet."
The family dinner was very small, only three people, Qu Wendong and the Lin brothers.
The food has been served, the door is closed, and Qu Wendong pours the wine himself... This chapter has been completed!