Chapter 151 Its a pity that the cultivation level is low
Boom...
Woo...
The deafening sound echoed across the sky.
The demon clans from the east, west and north came out in full force and slowly walked towards Beichen City.
To the southwest of Beichen City, a torrent of monsters rushed out. At a rough count, there were as many as thirty or forty thousand.
"Oops!"
The faces of the generals changed slightly.
Song Yunjing and Zhou Chunfeng looked at each other and issued orders, arranging soldiers to defend the south gate.
After arranging everything, Zhou Chunfeng took Li Qingxian to an uninhabited corner of the city wall and whispered: "I miscalculated this time. I didn't expect three demon kings to gather in Beichen City. Next, it will be a hard battle. Once we have the strength
consumption, the three demon kings will take action brazenly. At that time, I will send you off with a wooden eagle, and Song Baige and Zhou Hen will leave. Don’t go to Shendu, go to Wusu City. Our Zhou family has been operating there for hundreds of years, and the Song family is also there.
You are a small power, Tang Enxuan can't do anything to you."
"What about you?" Li Qingxian asked.
Zhou Chunfeng smiled slightly and said, "You don't have to worry about me. Yun Jing and I want to run away, but the three-headed demon king can't stop us."
Li Qingxian glanced at Zhou Chunfeng suspiciously and said: "Okay, I listen to Uncle Zhou. By the way, I have one thing here... my cultural treasure. I can't see the use, and I don't know its grade, but it looks extraordinary.
, just what you can use."
As he said that, he took out a simple buffalo head white stone brush wash from the Qiankun bracelet. It looked ordinary, but the surface was extra round and translucent.
Zhou Chunfeng took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and said happily: "Third-grade cultural treasure! You are really a lucky star! Yun Jing, then, I lent it to you Qingxian!"
Zhou Chunfeng threw the buffalo pen washer, Song Yunjing took it and looked at it, nodded with a smile, and said: "Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Zhou Chunfeng called Song Baige and told them not to act out of anger.
Song Baige just nodded.
Watching Zhou Chunfeng leave, Song Baige whispered: "Do you think the two of them will die in the city?"
"Can't you say something auspicious?" Li Qingxian said.
Song Baige said: "Father and Uncle Zhou join forces to fight against two third-level demon kings. With the rest of the power, it is not a delusion to fight against three third-level demon kings. But the Tree Horn King is not an ordinary third-level demon king, alas..."
"Be prepared to leave. I believe nothing will happen to them two." Li Qingxian said.
"Do your best and obey fate. I will think about my war poem again. If I can improve the broken grade and promote it from the seventh grade to the sixth grade, I can at least kill a few more monsters." Song Baige said, taking out the paper.
Pen, write and draw.
Li Qingxian took out some spiritual talismans and distributed them to many monks.
Xiong Zhenghao of the River Guard Army, Lu Biao of the Fifth Army Governor's Office, and others received the talisman and thanked him profusely.
After Li Qingxian distributed some of the spiritual talismans, the monsters from the three sides arrived and howled to attack the city.
Li Qingxian stood at the very back of the city, frowning slightly.
If you are promoted to mid-level or even high-level, you can consolidate the overall situation of the county, mobilize the mountains and rivers, break the destiny of the demon king, and even mobilize the destiny of the country.
But my cultivation level is too low, and it is difficult for the two races to intervene when their national fortunes are colliding.
Li Qingxian sighed softly and stood behind Taoist cultivator, literary cultivator and puppet cultivator, holding the magic talisman in his hand and getting ready.
The literary cultivators recited war poems one after another, and the warriors, swords, thunder and fire, etc., which were condensed in various poems and poems, fell in front.
After each battle poem is released, different layers of rainbow light will be formed.
Li Qingxian listened carefully to everyone's war poems, and finally shook his head helplessly.
Some of them seemed familiar, but they were all different from the poems in my memory.
The human race's literary cultivation can only rely on the classics of the saints to improve one's literary spirit and level.
Half of the war poetry depends on oneself.
After a new war poem appears, others cannot use it directly. If other literary cultivators want to use this war poem, they must modify it and form a "sub-poem" before they can use it.
Original poets have a privilege.
The original author can directly use any sub-poem based on his own war poem, even if the sub-poem is more powerful than the parent poem.
This led to the emergence of a group of people, namely Shifuzi, who specialized in helping original authors revise poems.
Li Qingxian understands this approach. After all, being a high official or a scholar does not mean he is good at poetry.
Those who are great scholars of Confucian classics, famous ministers, and political masters are often not good at poetry, with only a few exceptions.
Poetry hates destiny, and the smoother the official career and life are, the more difficult it is for people to write good poetry.
Ninety-nine percent of famous poets and lyricists in history have had a rough life, with ups and downs.
Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Dongpo, Lu You, Li Qingzhao...etc. are all like this.
The reason why Jiang Yan's talents as a talent were exhausted was because he rose through the ranks and eventually became a minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and even became a prince. He had no time or energy to write poems and articles.
The same goes for the high-quality scholars in Daqi. They either concentrate on running the country and doing politics, or study the classics of the saints, and only study war poetry in their spare time.
Anyway, the war poems can be used if they are modified.
Li Qingxian thought for a while, not to mention that he could not memorize many poems in full. Even if he had memorized them all, even if they were powerful new poems, everyone would have to modify them and use them. In such an emergency, they would be far inferior to the old war poems.
In the end, Li Qingxian gave up the idea of saving the city with poetry and carefully considered the fortune-telling technique.
Song Baige came over with a tired look on his face, dazed and regaining his composure.
"You have been guarding the city, what do you think of this situation?" Li Qingxian asked in a low voice.
Song Baige's eyes moved lightly and he whispered: "I had a secret conversation with my father just now. We only have one way to survive, which is to hold on to the city and wait for the reinforcements from the third-level masters. However, I'm afraid we won't be able to wait."
"Is the court's efficiency so low?" Li Qingxian asked.
"The efficiency of the imperial court is low, but the key is the lack of people. Starting from April, the demon tribe launched a large-scale attack, which lasted for more than a month. All the top-level experts who could be sent out were sent out. Think about it, my father is considered powerful in Shilin.
Because of his fame, his old relatives and friends are all over the world, but after so many days, except for a few middle-class friends who came to help, what about the others? It’s not that they don’t come, it’s because they have their own responsibilities and can’t come.”
"Can't we transfer people from the south?" Li Qingxian asked.
"Now that the small countries in the south are peaceful, it is not difficult to transfer people from the south. But the north and south are tens of thousands of miles apart, so we need to hold on."
"Will the imperial court be willing to give up this Beichen City?" Li Qingxian said.
Song Baige sneered and said: "Even Xidu Prefecture is willing to give up, what is the little Beichen City? Of course those noble men in the court first consider their own interests, family interests, factional interests, and finally the national interests. Save or not.
How and when to save Beichen City is not decided by us, but by their interests. If the Lingjin Mine is discovered under Beichen City now, believe it or not, they will try their best to rescue it?"
"Then we can only wait. I hope the three demon kings will not take action directly."
"No. It will be the same as before. Let the little demon exhaust our strength first, force my father and Uncle Zhou to take action, and consume our literary energy. When it is almost done, the three demon kings will take action."
"Is the demon clan so timid?"
"All the bold ones are dead! At that time, the demon clan thought that the human race was weak and could be bullied, so they went on a rampage without using any military tactics. They had the upper hand at first, but as the human race continued to grow, they quickly found countermeasures. The demon clan discovered that
, the casualties suddenly increased, and after careful observation, we discovered that we are far stronger than they imagined. Both sides have fought for decades, and both have learned well. The humans no longer look down on the monsters for being reckless, and the monsters no longer think that the humans are weak. Consumption first,
Taking action later is already a common tactic of the demon clan."