The dazzling sunlight penetrates the cool clouds that have been floating all night, and the golden light pours out like a veil, covering the small water town that stands beside the Xijiang River, evaporating the remaining water vapor in the air.

The temperature rose sharply and soon reached a temperature suitable for going out in short-sleeved shorts.

On the streets of Jincheng, the atmosphere and discussions gradually became lively as the college entrance examination was getting closer, and the sound of discussions could be heard from time to time, even drowning out the noise of rushing cars.

Some parents of candidates take leave a month in advance to study recipes carefully so that their children, who have been practicing hard for twelve years, can be in the best physical condition to face the upcoming college entrance examination.

"Hamako, please eat more. You won't be treated like this after you finish the college entrance examination."

"Ah Hai, this is what mom thinks. In high school, you focus on studying and practicing, then get admitted to a Wuhan University, then find a girlfriend after entering college, get married after graduation, and let me have a grandson.

Is this arrangement appropriate?"

Ahai:???

"Something doesn't seem right today, Lao Zhang. Normally you don't see so many soldiers on the road."

The noisy discussion stopped abruptly. First, two rows of soldiers wearing walkie-talkies began to clear the road. Then, armored vehicles painted in camouflage green came from the distant intersection and rolled over the asphalt road, like fierce steel coming out of the cage.

A ferocious beast, ferocious and cold.

A solemn smell suddenly filled the air.

There is only one possibility that the dispatch of soldiers, accompanied by such a large-scale road clearing, is related to the extra-dimensional space.

Parents and children who were originally filled with moving smiles and expectations immediately put away the laughter on their faces, crossed their hands on their chests, and prayed silently in the direction of the army.

Even in today's troubled times, when monsters appear frequently and human lives are thinner than paper, parents who see large-scale military attacks and expect their children to be admitted to martial arts schools can't help but feel an inexplicable twitch in their hearts.

There was even a moment when they fell into self-doubt.

The army's armored vehicles lasted for ten full minutes. The armored vehicles turned into long steel dragons and drove towards the west. The sky in the distance was covered with dark clouds, and a crack appeared and disappeared, as if a dragon escaped from hell and wanted to open its evil eyes.

Peering into the world.

Jincheng,

Ninghai District,

Huaming Street, City Lord's Mansion,

The mainly black City Lord's Mansion building covers a large area, but the floors are not high, less than half the height of the shopping malls and office buildings that stand around it.

At this moment, the central area of ​​the city lord's palace.

In a hall guarded by layers of guards, a dozen people sat on either side. At least half of them were wearing alloy armor and weapons, as if they were ready to enter combat at any time. It could be sensed from the huge energy and blood they had condensed.

He is a master-level figure.

In a county-level city with a population of four million, almost all the master-level warriors gathered together and sat under one roof.

The principals of several famous universities are all listed here.

In addition, Fang Hansong, the editor-in-chief of Jincheng Wubao, was also sitting on the chair.

Click click click

The inner door of the hall suddenly opened, and two figures came out together.

One of them is none other than the lord of Jincheng, the legendary warrior Zhan Qinghai.

Long black hair, shorts and T-shirt.

Compared to Zhan Qinghai's casual attire, on the right side of Zhan Qinghai is a middle-aged man wearing a battle armor and grabbing two pieces from behind. He is like a moving mass of blood and cannot be looked at.

In addition to Qi and blood, what is even more shocking is that the golden talents flowing down from the gaps in the wide armor connection are flowing out like flowing fish, flowing upstream, gathering together on the top of the head, forming a flower of talents.

lotus.

Top talents!

In terms of talent, this person is many times richer than Lin Youyin, Zhuo Fan and others.

Commander Jin Long, great master of civil and military affairs, Jiang Zhenbei.

The two people walked out, and the masters who were originally sitting on the chairs suddenly stood up one by one, and the atmosphere was serious.

"Lao Jiang, we'll see you off," Gu Mingyang said with red eyes.

"After a long journey to see you off, there will be a farewell in the end." Jiang Zhenbei raised his hand and said with a smile: "In my life, I have been good at killing monsters and writing poems.

Demons are invading, and it is our duty as the Golden Dragon Army to conquer. If I die on the battlefield, that will be my fate, Jiang Zhenbei.

If you really want to give me a gift, then give me a good poem or a good article.

I don’t like to hear other nonsense that doesn’t please my ears.”

"Marquis of Zhenbei, I will give you a poem." A talented civil and military master stood up. The whole place was silent except for the fact that he was composing a poem on the spot.

"Okay, when the demonic space subsides, we will drink and talk happily with our golden bottles facing the moon." After listening to the complete poem, Jiang Zhenbei said with a bold smile.

Immediately, several more people stood up one after another and wrote farewell poems to Jiang Zhenbei.

Each of them is a masterpiece, and two of them were praised on the spot and have become golden sentences.

Before leaving, he was able to read several excellent works. The smile on Jiang Zhenbei's face became more and more intense, and he felt as if he had no regrets in his life.

Suddenly, he thought of something, his eyes were playful, he turned to look at Gu Mingyang, and said in a weird voice: "Old Gu, you said you wanted to write a farewell poem for me, why didn't I see you composing a poem?"

"Zhenbei, Mingyang is a master of martial arts. Although he has the literary heart to appreciate poetry, he has no talent for writing poetry. Don't make things difficult for him." Seeing this, the city lord Zhan Qinghai stood up and came to the rescue with a smile.

Everyone also nodded. Gu Mingyang was a martial arts master. Although his literary attainments were good, it was difficult to compose poems comparable to those of the literary masters present.

How could Jiang Zhenbei not know that Gu Mingyang was not good at composing poetry? This was obviously making things difficult for him.

"Hmph, I'm not good at writing poems, but I dared to boast about it that day." Jiang Zhenbei snorted coldly, but he had no intention of letting Gu Mingyang go: "A gentleman's words are like a whip, old Gu, do you want to break your promise?

"

"Zhenbei, Lao Gu doesn't know how to write poetry. I am willing to write a farewell poem for him to practice for you." A master Wen, who showed his talent and seemed to be swimming against the current, stood up with lotus flowers on his head. He just stood up.

Composed a golden line that astonished everyone.

"Who said I was going to break my promise?" At this moment, Gu Mingyang took out the folded paper from his arms with a calm expression.

"Eh"

Because of the folding, the paper has a light golden color and is inconspicuous.

Others were just surprised, but Jiang Zhenbei, who was extremely talented, felt the difference in the paper.

To be precise, the poems written on the paper are unusual.

"This is!"

When all the papers were spread out, an inch-long golden light appeared instantly, dazzling and stimulating everyone's eyes.

"There is more than an inch of golden light, this is a quatrain poem!" Even Zhan Qinghai was shocked.

Without giving them time to react, Gu Mingyang read slowly:

The morning rain in Jincheng is covered with light dust, and the guest houses are green and new.

I advise you to drink another glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without seeing any old friends.

Gu Mingyang read the complete poem, and everything was silent.

"I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west." Jiang Zhenbei murmured to himself. His emotions were inspired by the poem. He reached out to pick up the wine glass on the table and drank heavily.

After drinking a glass of wine, Jiang Zhenbei immediately stared at Gu Mingyang with burning eyes: "Did you write this poem?"

Gu Mingyang nodded and said without any humility: "I should have half of the credit for what the students have done."

"shameless!"

"Shameless!"

"Fortunately, I was blinded just now when I tried to stand up for you."

When the masters present heard what Gu Mingyang said, they wanted to spit on him with words and writings.

Jiang Zhenbei didn't even have time to spurn Gu Mingyang. He just wanted to know the original author of this quatrain poem and quickly asked: "What is the name of your student?"
Chapter completed!