A Message

Lin Su was eager to know what exactly Lin Su wrote in those two colorful poems.

Lin Su wrote down the poems, and Lin Jialiang read them carefully, deeply moved by the exquisite colorful poetry.

Turning the conversation, Lin Jialiang asked another question. Besides these two, did his third brother write another poem? He looked at Lin Su with a meaningful gaze.

Lin Su immediately understood, "I wrote one for my sister-in-law on behalf of my second brother."

"You..." Lin Jialiang's eyes widened. "I knew it! I said as soon as Yulou came, she asked you to bring her a poem. What did you write?"

"I asked about the river's tides and the sea's patterns, how they compare to your feelings and my heart. Hating each other is not as good as the tides having trust, and starting to hate makes the sea not so deep." Lin Su finished reading the poem and added, "Second brother, don't let my sister-in-law know about it..."

Lin Jialiang pondered for a long time, sighed deeply, "Hating each other is not as good as the tides having trust, and starting to hate makes the sea not so deep." Such an exquisite poem, it should also be a colorful one! The talent of the third brother is truly...

After a slight shake of his head, Lin Jialiang said, "Today is a joyous day for the Lin family. Let's write a letter to the eldest brother. He is always worried about the situation at home, and we should reassure him!"

Lin Jialiang picked up a precious pen and wrote a family letter on a sheet of precious paper, writing thousands of words. At the end, he swiftly wrote the character "wild goose."

With the pen collected and the paper lifted, it turned into a flying wild goose heading south.

This method of sending messages with wild geese is the means of scholars.

With literary roots, one can be physically strong and have clear thoughts.

Entering the literary world allows one to use some of the most basic literary powers, such as sending messages with wild geese. Even if the second brother is still in bed due to illness, he can still use this method.

"Eldest brother is far away in the south, receiving this family letter should put his mind at ease!" Lin Jialiang said, "Third brother, now that you have entered the literary world, you should take another step. Starting from today, focus on quiet reading. The provincial examination is only two months away, and I won't say more. In the provincial examination three years later, you must hit the target with one blow."

The literary path is extremely difficult.

Lin Su's literary roots did not follow the regular process; he exchanged them for a sage's direct gift with one poem.

But such a good thing can't happen again. The later literary world, literary rankings, and literary hearts all require following the regular process, which is the provincial examination, the metropolitan examination, and the palace examination.

So, Lin Jialiang, the second brother, temporarily played the role of the elder brother in the absence of their father and the absence of the eldest brother. He outlined the life plan for his younger brother.

Lin Su raised his head, "Didn't you say... the provincial examination hasn't taken place this year?"

Lin Jialiang shook his head, "This year? The provincial examination is less than two months away. It's too short a time; it's impossible..."

The provincial examination takes place every three years, covering a wide range of subjects. It involves all kinds of historical and literary collections. To fully understand these classics, even a normal person can't do it in a lifetime. Those with literary roots, talented and intelligent, also need more than ten years of hard work to have a chance of passing the provincial examination.

Even if the third brother has extraordinary poetic talent, it won't be enough. The provincial examination tests knowledge accumulation, which poetry depends on inspiration and talent. The provincial examination tests the understanding of a wide range of subjects.

Lin Su scratched his head, "Second brother, tell me what the provincial examination tests..."

Lin Jialiang went through the provincial examination and was once the seventh-ranked scholar in the high school examination. He had an interest in the topic of the provincial examination. Soon, he assumed a certain role, what role? An older student and mentor...

The classics listed by the second brother are surprisingly "Analects of Confucius," "Shangshu," and "Tao Te Ching."

Lin Su listened with sparkling eyes. He had never read these required subjects before. Who reads these when reading modern books? But now, he has read them all. If you ask him how he read them, he can read them skillfully—just a touch of his finger, and even the most profound classics are engraved in his mind. It's better than others studying for decades by lamplight. I ask you, does it make people live?

...

In the southern border, blood colors the land for miles!

A fierce battle is about to end, with thousands of corpses lying on the ground. The last sounds of battle echo on the western hill.

Over a hundred people are trapped on a small hill, spears pointed outward, stabbing wildly.

Their opponents are unusually tall, with faint scales on their bodies. Spears pierce through them, and blue blood flows out.

They are not human but demons!

The demon tribe also has seven or eight hundred people and over three hundred giant demon mounts. With full momentum, they seem like a raging tide, and the hundred or so human figures are like a small boat in the midst of the tide, ready to capsize at any moment.

A young general shouts, "Brothers, defend the Southern Iron Guards, fight with all our might, and we will prevail!"

"We will prevail!"

"We will prevail!"

Amidst the roars, the hundred-plus people brandish their spears and swords, killing with fierce intent. The demon clan is just rushing up the hill, and they are already being cut down. The demon mounts, too, are turned into minced meat under their spears and swords. In this round of attack, once again repelled, over a hundred people have lost more than ten, while the demon tribe has lost over thirty people and twenty demon mounts.

The young general holds a long sword, supporting himself on the ground. A violent wind sweeps, and he stands tall. He is Lin, the eldest son of the Lin family.

Seventeen charges in a single day.

With the strength of the eight hundred Iron Guards, he has cut down two thousand demon soldiers. At this moment, he is exhausted, and his true energy is nearly depleted. But he cannot show any signs of fatigue because he knows that the people around him represent the Lin family's only remaining force. If he collapses, the entire team will collapse, and once the team collapses, it means death!

The strength of the Southern Marquis's mansion will be completely wiped out.

Across the demon tribe's banner, all the demon mounts are positioned, and the demon soldiers roar into the sky...

A new round of attacks is about to come, and it is a full-force charge.

"This attack will surely be a gamble with all our might!" A general beside him sighs softly. "The Marquis's mansion bears a heavy burden, I don't know if the Second Young Master can shoulder it!"

Lin raises his gaze, looking towards the north, where layers of clouds are intertwined, and the distant border, bathed in the bloody sunset.

Second brother!

For the brother, I must go too, but unfortunately, I can't leave a family letter.

Father was killed, and the eight hundred dead guards will all die today. Only you are left to take on the Lin family!

Suddenly, a stream of light in the sky, a wild goose cuts through the air, landing in Lin's hand, turning into a golden, shimmering paper...

"Second brother's family letter!"

Lin Zhen is extremely excited. At the last moment of his life, he can actually receive a family letter. This may be the greatest comfort of his life.

The people around him also have shimmering eyes. Three parts excitement, but seven parts fear.

Because they are all soldiers of the Lin family, caring for the main family, and they also know that the main family is currently in an unprecedented predicament. In such a situation, there can't be any good news.

But please don't let something happen to the Second Young Master. Even if the main mother is deceased, it is not as bad as the Second Young Master having an accident...

Lin Zhen's face changes, from worry at the beginning to surprise, then to great joy and excitement, and finally bursts into laughter...

Everyone doesn't understand.

"The third brother emerged out of nowhere, and within a day, he wrote two colorful poems! Bestowed literary roots by the saints, haha..." Lin Zhen laughed, "Let me recite my brother's masterpiece, stepping onto the battlefield, no regrets in this life, even if I die, it is honorable!"

"Noble, forcing people to be unfree,

Dragons galloping, difficult to stop...

A hall filled with flowers, intoxicating three thousand guests..."

The resounding recitation breaks through the endless blood mist, and the entire battlefield seems to be lifted.

"This attack is a burning of both jade and stone!" Another general beside him sighs softly, "The Marquis's mansion bears a heavy burden, I don't know if the Second Young Master can shoulder it!"

With this verse recited, numerous illusions suddenly appeared on the battlefield, unmistakably the seven hundred dead guards who had already fallen in battle.

"A sword's frost spans the forty states!"

As the blood mist converged, it transformed into a breathtaking giant sword...

The demonic army across was astonished, "Battle poem? This can't be..."

The colossal sword descended from the sky, and the leader of the demonic army let out a miserable scream, turning to ashes. Fragments of the giant sword shot towards the hundred-plus people on the hill. The swords and blades in their hands suddenly lit up simultaneously. At this moment, their strength seemed to return, reaching its peak state. Courage and vitality surged tenfold.

Kill!

A loud roar, and over a hundred people flew out, charging towards the demonic army.

At the first confrontation, a hundred of the demonic army were killed...

"Drums and horns unveil the heavenly celebration, with a cold aura, wind and waves move the earth, seas, and autumn mountains. To the southeast, forever a golden pillar, who envies the marquis with thousands of households back then!"

As the last word was spoken, Lin Zhen's long sword swept over, and the demonic army's banner split in two. A general under the banner was also cleaved in half.

Simultaneously, the family letter in Lin Zhen's hand lost its divine light and returned to its original appearance.

Over a hundred people fell limp simultaneously. It seemed like their vigor disappeared along with the disappearance of the divine light.

The illusions of heroes all disappeared simultaneously.

For a long time.

Lin Zhen sighed deeply, murmuring, "A battle poem! The third brother's poem is actually a battle poem."

Battle poems are rare. Why? Because, as the name suggests, they are written for the battlefield. In a society that prioritizes literature over martial skills, which elite literati is willing to write poems for humble warriors?

It's degrading.

So, battle poems are very scarce. Currently existing battle poems are just a dozen or so, and each one has been maximally utilized by the military.

It can be said that the first thing a soldier does upon joining is to memorize poems.

Although the application rate is very high, the effect is not particularly good. Why? Because the hierarchy of battle poems is not high. The highest-ranking battle poem to date is one from several decades ago, "Crossing the River," a colorful poem suitable for naval battles, not land warfare.

Lin Su's poem is suitable for all battlefields, and it is also a colorful poem.

Plus, with the bestowed name of a sage!

The power is extraordinary.

Just relying on this wouldn't achieve today's miraculous effect. Another reason that maximized the effectiveness of this poem is Lin Zhen's extraordinary relationship with it.

This poem was written by his own brothers and carries the will of the Lin family.

Even the spirits of the deceased of the Lin family can be summoned. How terrifying is that?

...

Lin Residence, the setting sun in the west.

Yulou has returned, and seeing her radiant face, Lin Jialiang feels as if he's been blessed, getting off the bed directly.

Yulou brought a few cups of tea, and the two brothers sat in the study discussing the taboos of the provincial examination. At this moment, Lin Jialiang, who had been sick, no longer showed any signs of illness.

Suddenly, Lin Su felt a slight shock.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jialiang stopped the lecture.

Lin Su had a strange expression on his face, "There is something strange... my martial roots seem to have been activated."

"How is that possible? You must be mistaken..." A person practicing martial arts could generate martial roots by laying down a perfect foundation in martial arts. However, the third brother has never been able to endure the hardship of martial arts since he was a child. How could he have laid down a perfect foundation? The reason his father sent him to the Daoist sect back then was because the third brother lacked both literary and martial roots, and only by trying his luck in the Daoist sect could he possibly gain either.

Unexpectedly, he returned this time with a bestowed literary root. While still excited about it, he actually said his martial roots were activated.

Is that possible?

Is it possible? Even Lin Su himself was wondering. There was indeed a strange root awakening in his dantian, which seemed to connect with the qi and blood of his whole body, as if breathing and sharing the same vitality. This was the characteristic of martial roots that he understood.

What made Lin Su even more difficult to understand was that this martial root was clearly related to the withered tree in his mind. An invisible line connected from the dantian to the withered branch in the middle of his brain. Once connected, this withered branch seemed to come back to life, but it had no leaves.

A withered tree in the brain, three withered branches, literary roots activated, one withered branch revived, martial roots activated, and another withered branch revived. What does it mean?

Lin Jialiang stopped his circle and firmly locked onto Lin Su, "Third brother, could your poem be a battle poem?"

"Battle poem? Perhaps!" Lin Su was surprised. What's wrong with a battle poem? What's the matter with

 it?

Lin Jialiang was extremely excited.

Martial roots can be activated in two ways: one is through rigorous martial practice, laying down a perfect foundation in martial arts; the other is by writing a battle poem, which enhances the combat effectiveness of the warrior and provides feedback to the original creator.

Ah? There's such a cheat?

If I write a hundred battle poems, won't the entire world fight for me?

Lin Su's mind was flooded with thoughts, ready to start writing... oh no, copying poems...

But at this moment, he had a question to ask: "Second brother, have you heard of the phrase 'Three Unifications, Breaking through the Calamity, and Great Prosperity'?"

Lin Jialiang fell silent for a moment, nodding gently...

"Three Unifications, Breaking through the Calamity, and Great Prosperity." Does this 'Three Unifications' really refer to the three brothers of the Lin family belonging to three different paths?

Could it be referring to a single person unifying three paths?

In his mind, a withered tree, three withered branches, with two branches corresponding to the literary and martial paths, and the third branch currently remaining withered. Could it be the Dao root that he had never touched until now?