latelenovela Chapter 124 "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops"
Chapter 124 "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops"
Chapter 124 "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops"
After the Jin scholar finished his poem, a majestic general clad in armor and wielding a long spear appeared behind him.
"There are actually eighteen words of profound meaning?"
Upon seeing the profound meaning in those eighteen characters, the Jin scholar's pupils constricted, and he commanded his general to attack Ye Ru.
The spear carried a yellow light, like a rainbow.
This terrifying power tore apart the surrounding air, and Kong Hexuan and the others' expressions changed upon seeing it.
call out!
At this moment, several ink soldiers appeared behind Ye Ru. These soldiers held spears and halberds, and their auras seemed to be connected.
"You think you can injure my Mo general, Xiude Poetry, with your pathetic Mo soldier? How laughable!"
The Jin scholar chuckled coldly, but before his laughter subsided, a mocking smile appeared on Ye Ru's lips, and a thunderous sound, like the roar of iron horses clashing, swept outwards.
With the boost from those war drums, the Jin scholar's mind went completely blank:
"Battle of poetry and lyrics, surrounded by enemies on all sides?"
Kong Hexuan was shocked when he heard the voice.
Some students actually stopped scrambling and instead became engrossed in the sounds of battle and the clash of weapons.
"I never expected Ye Ru to possess the second realm of battle poetry, surrounded by enemies on all sides!"
Meng Qingyang's hand holding the calligraphy brush almost dropped to the ground; he was equally incredulous.
The sound of war drums directly increased the power of those ink soldiers by 50%.
"Even if you reach the second level of War Poetry, you will still be no match for me, Mo Jiang!"
The Jin scholar, recovering from his shock, took a deep breath to suppress his horror and said.
"If that's not enough, then..."
Ye Ru raised his hand, and the Iron Stroke Silver Hook of the second level of calligraphy transformed into a silver light from the Xuan paper, which actually doubled the strength of those ink soldiers!
"Iron strokes and silver hooks!"
The war drums around them suddenly became louder and louder, as if they could swallow mountains and rivers. The ink soldiers began to slowly change, and each ink soldier began to evolve into an ink general. In the end, they turned into ten ink generals!
"The second realm of calligraphy, the second realm of poetry—how could a scholar who hasn't even obtained the rank of Xiucai possess such talent..."
Kong Hexuan gasped, utterly shocked.
The Jin scholar's eyes widened in terror, his soul nearly leaving his body. His courage trembled. Then, the ten ink generals charged forward, blasting the ink generals created by the Jin scholar into ink, before thrusting their weapons at him.
"The words of a great Confucian scholar!"
The Jin scholar's pupils widened rapidly. Finally, he gritted his teeth and summoned a golden token. The token rapidly expanded, transforming into a massive defensive shield.
boom!
The ink and the protective shield collided. The Jin scholar's face contorted in a ferocious expression, and his inner energy suddenly surged outwards like a mountain, crashing against Ye Ru's inner energy.
boom!
However, before the Jin scholar could even smile, an incredibly powerful force struck his book, causing him to cough up blood and fly backward.
Everyone fell silent upon seeing the Jin scholar lying on the ground. A scholar who had not yet obtained a literary rank was completely powerless to fight back!
After defeating the Jin scholar, Ye Ru looked around and noticed that everyone else had strange expressions. A moment later, a burst of cheers erupted.
"Well done, Brother Ye Ru! People of Jin, get out of Yanhuang Kingdom right now!"
"Over the years, we have always been suppressed by the people of Jin. Now, Brother Ye has truly avenged our Yanhuang nation."
Countless people looked at Ye Ru with admiration.
Upon hearing this, the man from Jin spat out another mouthful of blood, his face filled with grief and indignation.
"Gentlemen, I shall take my leave now."
Ye Ru suddenly felt a strange stirring in his heart, as if it were guiding him. Immediately, his expression changed, and he recited the Swift Travel Poem and rushed towards the depths of the Liuan King's Palace.
This unusual movement originated from the mysterious voice that Ye Ru heard when he climbed Mount Huangshan.
This passage was like a maze; one could easily get lost if one wasn't careful. However, Ye Ru was guided by a strange power within him, so he easily made his way to the final main hall of Liu'an.
Pushing open the door, a sense of timelessness washes over you.
"Is this the main hall of Liuan?"
Ye Ru looked around and saw that at the end of the main hall was a huge coffin, surrounded by valuable gold, iron and jade artifacts.
"The last fourth-grade literary treasure should be here."
Ye Ru became more vigilant, looking around. The guidance ended here; the fourth-grade literary treasure must be here.
"Since there are no literary treasures around, the last one should be inside this coffin."
Ye Ru took a deep breath, bowed to the coffin, and finally moved the coffin.
boom!
The coffin was slowly moved open, and at first a not-so-bright light shone forth, but then suddenly burst forth with a dazzling golden light.
As the golden light shone brightly, a jade slip slowly rose and then gradually opened.
Three large characters were engraved on the surface of the jade slip.
"The Memorial on Dispatching the Troops!"
Looking at those three large characters, Ye Ru felt dizzy, then looked more closely:
"The late emperor passed away before his great undertaking was half completed. Now the empire is divided into three, and Yizhou is exhausted. This is truly a critical moment of survival..."
Each word was like a thunderclap from the sky, striking Ye Ru's ears heavily and making his courage tremble.
"Perhaps when the demons attacked, the Prince of Liu'an brought the 'Memorial on Dispatching the Troops' here. Fearing that the demons would corrupt it, he put it in this coffin to cover his tracks. The real tomb of the Prince of Liu'an may not be here."
Ye Ru pondered for a moment. Back then, Zhuge Liang was hailed as a half-sage because of his "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops" and "Longzhong Plan". But why is the "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops" only a fourth-grade literary treasure now?
The jade slip floated in the sky, and eventually flew towards Ye Ru on its own, where Ye Ru caught it.
"Squeak..."
Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, Ye Ru's expression changed. He quickly put the door away and restored the coffin to its original state.
"Brother Ye Ru, I didn't expect you to arrive here so quickly."
At this time, people from Jin and Yanhuang all came to this place to look at Ye Ru.
What shocked Ye Ru was that there was even a Jin state person dressed in the robes of a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations)!
"I didn't know I'd stumbled upon this place."
Ye Ru smiled slightly and said.
"People of the Yanhuang Kingdom are not worthy to be here, get out."
At this moment, the scholar in swordsmanship frowned and said.
Upon hearing this, Ye Ru's eyes narrowed slightly, and his hands clenched tightly in his sleeves.
Suppressing his anger, he knew that as a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations), even if he possessed the second level of skill in poetry and calligraphy, he would still be no match for the other party.
Ye Ru took a deep breath, then bowed slightly to the crowd:
"In that case, I shall take my leave."
However, as Ye Ru approached the Jin scholar he had defeated, the latter grinned maliciously, placed his hand on Ye Ru's shoulder, and his venomous voice slowly rose from the spot, causing Ye Ru's face to darken instantly:
"Since you're here, make the best of it. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"