Great Zhou Wensheng

Chapter 64 Fine Sons of Jiangzhou! (First Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
The river wind howled, and the deck of the warship was stained with blood.

County Lieutenant Zhao Tieshan, panting heavily, knelt on one knee, his tiger's mouth split open, his hand gripping the goose-feather saber, which trembled in the wind.

My ears were ringing incessantly, and I couldn't hear anything anymore.

The world seemed to be filled with deathly silence.

He was no longer able to fight.

If the demon shrimp soldiers hadn't attacked the third-floor cabins, he probably would have died on the spot.

On the first deck, fifty yamen runners and shield bearers lay sprawled in pools of blood, rolling, howling, and groaning.

The youngest constable, Zhang Xiaoqi, was only seventeen years old. He had been struck in the abdomen by a demonic blade and was writhing and groaning on the deck.

They're not dead yet, but they're not far from it!
County Lieutenant Zhao Tieshan staggered and turned around, looking up at the third floor of the ship, where the cabin door had been breached.

Swarms of fish demon soldiers, shrimp demon soldiers, and mosquito demon guards climbed up and rushed into the cabin where the three hundred students were gathered, their screams echoing everywhere.

He let out a bitter laugh.

Finished!

Three hundred students, the most brilliant new sprouts of Jiangyin's cultural heritage.

Fifty elite archers and fifty swordsmen and shieldmen, personal guards trained by the county magistrate.

What was thought to be a foolproof escort ended up being completely wiped out in Jiangzhou.

"what"

He spat a mouthful of blood onto the deck.

"Thirty years"

County Commandant Zhao Tieshan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sparks flying from the tip of his goose-feather saber as it scraped across the deck. "For thirty whole years, Jiangyin has never seen a demon army of this size!"

Sparks, like blood, illuminated the goose-feather blade he slowly raised. The blade reflected the screaming demon soldiers churning on the third floor of the warship.

Rather than live a wretched life and return to the city to face punishment, he would rather die on this Jiangyin warship!

"Qiang——!"

He took a deep breath and was about to rush towards the demon soldiers.

"Lord Zhao, look!"

Suddenly, a blood-stained hand emerged from the pool of blood. Zhang Xiaoqi, the constable on the ground, was barely breathing, yet he still gripped his black boots tightly, pointing in horror at the crack in the ship's deck.

"What?!"

Zhao Tieshan staggered and lowered his head, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

Only then did they see that beneath their feet, on the deck of the ship, a large number of tender shoots were rapidly sprouting. Those lustrous, jade-like spiritual herbs were actually blooming into spiritual herbs and flowers.

A three-leaf blood ginseng, its tendrils stitched together like silk threads, bore a deep wound that revealed the bone.

A tingling sensation spread through the knife wound, and the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Locust tree buds sprouted on the surrounding deck, and the branches and leaves became increasingly lush.

Even the mast in the center of the ship transformed into a locust tree trunk, with three hundred twin flowers blooming prominently on its branches.

"This is impossible. Is this an old locust tree that has become a spirit?"

Zhao Tieshan couldn't believe it.

Seemingly sensing something,
He suddenly looked up at the window frame on the third floor.

As you see, the young Jiang Xingzhou's fingertips are writing a poem in the air, each stroke drawing upon the talent of heaven and earth.

Countless golden rays shone through the cabin.

Beside him stood Qingfei, the spirit of the locust tree.

Her black hair danced in the wind, and thousands of emerald lights poured into the ship's hull—window frames, decks, masts, and gunwales—where vines and tender shoots bloomed everywhere, now covered in gilded flowers of literary art!

Locust blossoms fluttered like snowflakes in the girl's hair.

Golden rays cascaded down like a waterfall, and five-colored rays of light poured forth.

As the last stroke of the poem "[The lush grass is full of parting sorrow]" was completed, the entire ship suddenly resounded with a humming and trembling sound like a morning bell.

The entire five-zhang-long (approximately 10 meters) warship has been transformed, radiating brilliant light, with its masts and sails billowing in the wind!

The ship was filled with exotic flowers and fruits, their fragrances wafting through the air, with spiritual fruits hanging from the branches and the scent of old locust trees in bloom!
On the mast trunk of the old locust tree in the center of the ship, there is a newly carved poem entitled "Grass".

The yamen runners who were originally seriously injured and lying on the ground, and the mulberry wood archers on the second floor who were on the verge of death, all opened their eyes with groans and struggled to get up.

Those yamen runners and soldiers who had been hacked to the ground, writhing in agony.

Those students who were wounded by swords and were in so much pain that they almost fainted, as long as they were not beheaded or cut in half at the waist on the spot, all seemed to spring back to life, their flesh and blood healing, and one after another they staggered to their feet.

"Look at the third floor! It's Jiang Xingzhou, the Imperial Scholar of Jiangyin County!"
What level of poetic and literary skill did he unleash?

"So powerful! It can actually transform a five-zhang-tall warship into a locust tree spirit boat!!"

"Only those at least 'outside the county' level possess such power!"

One by one, the archers and guards, swaying and staggering, stood up, filled with shock and awe, and looked up at the cabin on the third floor.

"Ha ha--!"

Zhao Tieshan suddenly knelt on one knee, plunged his goose-feather saber into the deck, and laughed loudly. His laughter was thunderous, yet it couldn't conceal the tears welling in his tiger-like eyes. "Jiang Xingzhou!"

Dear students!
You are truly worthy of being called fine sons of Jiangzhou!

They did not fail their brothers, who risked their lives to protect them!

bow.

The demon soldier captain, Xia Shijiu, used his demonic blade to firmly press down on the ruler in Instructor Zheng's hand, the blade only three inches away from his throat.

Instructor Zheng's face was deathly pale, and his scholar's robe was soaked with cold sweat—he had exhausted too much of his talent by activating the bronze war drum, and was now at his last gasp.

Suddenly, dandelion seeds fluttered down and disappeared at the slightest touch.

Instructor Zheng felt as if his depleted dantian had received sweet rain, and his talent was revived like a spring tide.

Shrimp Nineteen seemed to sense the unusual changes around him.

Suddenly looking up at the third-floor window, bursts of light shot out, and a handsome young man had just finished using his poetic arts.

In an instant, the five-zhang-long (approximately 10 meters) towering ship had transformed into a locust tree towering ship bathed in rosy light.

Poetry and prose?
A powerful restorative technique for plants?

It froze for a moment, its face showing fear. Before Instructor Zheng could react, it suddenly flipped over and leaped into the river outside the ship.

Instructor Zheng stared blankly at the now calm river surface, the golden light of his talent still shimmering on the ruler in his hand.

Third floor cabin.

The giant fish demons and shrimp demon soldiers retreated in terror.

Their eyes reflected the figure being protected by the students—a young man in a blue robe stood silently in the center, his face as calm as still water, his clothes fluttering without wind, surrounded by a pale golden aura of scholarship.

They lost!

It's impossible to kill a child prodigy!

One of the shrimp demon soldiers roared in resentment and suddenly swung his knife, stabbing it into the abdomen of a young scholar beside him.

When the sharp blade was pulled out, it brought with it a spray of blood, but in the blink of an eye, the wound healed completely in the five-colored glow of the sunset!
The entire ship was shrouded in rosy light and misty spiritual energy, and every branch of the old locust tree was covered with various kinds of crystal-clear spiritual fruits.

Exotic flowers and fruits are everywhere, with petals fluttering in the air.

Wherever one is injured, the wound is almost instantly covered by the elixir, and the injury heals.

"Ha, you can't kill me!"

"Just go and die!"

The young scholar winced in pain, looked down at his abdomen, and was surprised to find that the wound had healed. He burst into laughter and slashed out with his sword!
A flash of cold light, and the shrimp demon soldier was instantly cut in two, its blood splattering onto the deck covered with strange flowers.

The fish demon soldiers and shrimp soldiers, wielding black iron chain hammers, were terrified and staggered backward.

They are not afraid of death.

They can cut down novice monks.

However, the enemy who had clearly fallen in the bloody battle before them had his wounds healed and stood up.

这让它们如何能不恐惧？

"kill!"

The young scholars were like tigers unleashed from their cages; wherever their swords pointed, demonic blood flew everywhere.

"puff!"

The fighting spirit of the fish and shrimp demon soldiers collapsed instantly.

They rushed out of the third-floor cabins, fleeing for their lives.

Qingfei twitched her fingertips.

The masts of the multi-story ship, with dozens of locust tree branches, suddenly lashed out like spears.

"Puff puff!"

The dozens of mosquito demons that were scattering and fleeing were instantly strung together like blood gourds and fell into the surging river like raindrops.

Jiang Xingzhou did not pursue the fleeing fish demons and shrimp soldiers. Instead, he walked slowly to the window of the ship, his gaze sharp as a knife as he looked at the churning river in the distance.

Several miles away, turbid waves surged to the sky.

Four bronze-masked men in black stood on the water, their wide robes fluttering in the wind, like four crows spreading their wings.

Beside these men in black,

A burly, demonic figure stood riding the waves.

The demon general was covered in dark blue scales, held a trident, and had a cold, eerie green light in his eyes. Just by standing there, the surrounding river water parted automatically as if in fear.

They stared in horror at the ship that had transformed into a towering locust tree, bathed in the glow of the setting sun.

"really."

Jiang Xingzhou's fingers unconsciously tightened around the window frame.

How could a group of demons and soldiers dare to trespass into the waters of Jiangzhou without a demon general in command?
Moreover, there are several rebellious intellectuals hiding behind them!
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