Although this poem was copied from the original work by Luo Cheng and others, but in a different time and space, the people depicted were not soldiers. Therefore, the most regrettable aspect is that they didn't coordinate much; they simply attacked according to their respective troop types.
These kinds of poems, which have offensive and defensive aspects and special functions, are called war poems. After finishing the war poem, Qin Mu felt as weak as someone who had just finished a night of intercourse.
Fortunately, this was only because a small portion of his righteous energy had been suddenly depleted, so this feeling of weakness was only temporary.
Only then did he have time to look at the results of his work, but to his surprise, a majestic knight in armor appeared before him. He remembered that when he first used the scroll, there were no such armored soldiers.
Turning my head to look, I saw that on the other side of the scroll's illusion, there was also an armored knight, which meant that it was not caused by the illusion of my own righteous energy.
A hundred or so martial artists dealing with over two hundred corpse wolves would be a very easy task, especially with the addition of two skilled archers. If it weren't for the spatial constraints, the battle would probably have ended even faster.
The soldiers formed from the Righteous Qi, like the Corpse Wolves, are all driven by instinct. One is a physical entity, and the other is a physical entity formed from the Righteous Qi, so the Corpse Wolves are bound to suffer the loss.
Especially because these soldiers did not know that the weakness of the corpse wolves was their heads, many corpse wolves were almost pierced into sieves, and some were cut into several pieces.
It was unclear whether the corpse wolves were living beings or inanimate objects, nor how the illusory creatures knew whether the enemies were all dead. In any case, they searched back and forth twice, then raised their arms as if to cheer, before slowly disappearing into the air.
The ground was littered with the corpses of wolves, none of them still alive. Although he had seen them so many times, he still felt a strange unease. Qin Mu simply turned his head away, trying to avoid seeing them and getting annoyed.
Fortunately, his hyperthymesia had healed without medication; otherwise, he didn't know how long he would have had nightmares to suppress these memories deep within his heart.
After the battle ended, the other four came to their senses and looked at Qin Mu with very complicated expressions. They never expected that Qin Mu, whom they thought was the weakest, could easily take down more than two hundred corpse wolves all by himself.
"Wow! Brother Qin Mu, you're amazing! Was that a precious scroll just now?" Xiangli Yanran exclaimed in surprise as she looked at Qin Mu.
"Yes, it's all thanks to the precious scroll." Qin Mu answered somewhat embarrassedly, mainly because he realized that he seemed to have overdone it again. In fact, the precious scroll alone could have solved the problem.
Of course, if the four of them helped to hold off the attack, it would be more cost-effective to directly use their own righteous energy to create the illusion, and it wouldn't consume any treasure scrolls. Now, it will be several months before it can be used again.
"Little girl, you don't know, do you? This precious scroll was written by your brother Qin Mu himself." Qin Yue smiled. Fame would be good for Qin Mu, so she didn't hide it, because she knew Qin Mu would be too embarrassed to say it.
"Ah!" The three were even more surprised now. At first, they thought it was a precious scroll passed down in the Qin Mu family.
"Impossible!" Li Chongyi exclaimed in disbelief.
"Why not?" Xiangli Yanran asked, tilting her head.
“How could someone so young write a poem that would move Heaven? If it were true, it would have spread by now.” Li Chongyi shook his head sharply and said with certainty.
The occurrence of divine favor is something that, unless in the most remote and desolate place, would certainly be known to many, and there would be no need to hide it, since fame is beneficial to Confucian cultivation. As members of the royal family, such matters would inevitably be mentioned to some extent, which is why Li Chongyi was so certain.
"Hehe! This only happened recently, so everyone is unaware of it." Qin Yue explained with a smile, not wanting to cause any conflict, but her gaze towards Li Chongyi carried a hint of disdain.
Although Li Chongyi didn't notice Qin Yue's disdainful look, his face still turned red, and he secretly resented Qin Mu for making him lose face.
"Let's go! Didn't you say there would be rewards and supplies in the next passage?" Qin Mu said with a smile. He didn't pay attention to Li Chongyi's words. To him, these jealous words were more like a compliment, nothing more than clownish behavior. Arguing with him would only lower his own character.
"Okay!" Qin Yue nodded, then led the way into the passage.
This time, instead of entering a passage, we entered a room with a wooden door. Looking behind and across, it was almost as if we were simply pushing the door open.
The room wasn't big, with five stools and a large square table; it felt just like home.
After surviving the life-or-death battle and arriving at the cozy cabin, the group seemed relieved. After all, they were still minors, and even if they were precocious, dealing with these things alone still kept them on edge.
Although he kept telling himself that this was a magical fantasy world, the constant stream of strange events kept challenging his previous beliefs, which made Qin Mu slightly uncomfortable.
Now he's too lazy to even think about the principles behind these mysterious secret realms and passages. Isn't life supposed to be like that—you can't resist it, so just enjoy it?
He glanced around the room, then looked at the table, which held four wooden boxes of varying sizes, each carved with intricate patterns, giving it a mysterious air.
"This is a fasting pill; one pill can keep you from hunger for three days," Qin Yue said, taking the smallest wooden box familiarly and opening it.
Inside the box were five round, white beads, each about the size of a thumb. Qin Yue picked one up and popped it into her mouth. The others didn't surprise her either, and each picked one up.
Qin Mu had heard of the Bigu Dan long ago, but he never expected it to look like this. It looked more like jade, but it wasn't translucent at all.
What puzzled him most was the wooden box. How had it preserved the medicinal properties after a thousand years? After taking the fasting pill, the slight feeling of hunger disappeared immediately.
"This box is covered with array patterns, so as long as it is not opened, the medicinal effects can be preserved indefinitely. Based on our deduction, this secret realm should be a large array set up by taking advantage of the terrain."
Seeing Qin Mu examining the wooden box, Miss Huang explained it to him.
Miss Huang's voice is like a fragrant orchid in a secluded valley, making people feel very comfortable.
"What a pity!" Qin Mu lamented that her appearance was too ordinary. Then he smiled and said, "I haven't yet asked how to address Miss Huang. It's not very polite to keep calling her Miss Huang."
"I am Huang Yuqi! Welcome, Brother Qin Mu, to Sichuan."
"After the secret realm ends, I will go to Chang'an to study. You are welcome to come and have fun, so that I can fulfill my duty as a host," Qin Mu said with a smile.
"OK!"
"OK!"
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