"Three poems contain the life of a great man?" An Ran couldn't think of those three poems at once. You should know that a great man wrote more than 70 poems in his life.

Seeing An Ran frowned and confused, Zhang Lu said, "Qinyuanchun Changsha", "Qinyuan Spring Snow", "Langtaosha Beidaihe""

In his spare time in training, Anran likes to read books and has a deep foundation. These three poems have been memorized thoroughly.

Although An Ran still didn't understand why he recited the poem, he still took a deep breath and recited the first poem - "Qinyuanchun Changsha"

Independence in the cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River goes north, the Orange Island, and the mountains are everywhere...

Flowers bloom seven colors, and if they bloom at the same time, they need to be dedicated and multi-purpose.

Before, only five colors entered the body, leaving two types of fallen yellow and noble purple.

When Bodhi opens the six minds, it can still be used.

However, the seven colors are opened together, and the sixth sense of war is added, and you need to carefully realize that Bodhi is not enough to open the six minds, which is very forced.

As An Ran recited loudly on the side, Zhang Lu's mind appeared in the figure of a great man independent Han Qiu and pursuing the truth.

Back then, the great man stood at the head of Orange Island and cared for the world.

At this moment, I was also standing on the reef, watching the rolling waves, pursuing the path of martial arts.

"The road is long and arduous, and I will search up and down!"

Zhang Lu thought to himself, stood up from the reef, and felt everything as he breathed.

Dolphins, with their dorsal fins breaking through the water, parading like triangular sails on a boat.

The sea eagle soared in the sky, making a high-pitched eagle cry, fighting in the sky.

Suddenly, as An Ran thought of the hundreds of boats competing for the current, the river was filled with blue green, the eagles hit the sky, the fish swam in the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost sky competed for freedom...

The scene in front of you overlaps with the scene in your mind.

Bang!

He punched it out with a dull sound.

The sound of the aloud poems came to an abrupt end.

An Ran was stunned, her pupils were full of horror, and she saw the color again.

But not a rainbow!

This time there are circles, big, small, round, flat, flat, square, oblique, straight... all kinds of circles are available.

"What's going on?"

The appearance of colors is incredible, but circles appear, like extremely light smoke.

Is this magic?

"Continue, Violet."

At Zhang Lu's reminder, Anran came back to her senses and continued to recite.

Ask the vast earth, who is responsible for ups and downs.

All things breathe and feel the deepest about the earth, because it is the earth and the mother of all things, nourishing all living beings.

"I want to ask who will decide the rise and fall of this vast land?"

From this sentence, Zhang Lu realized the great man's lofty feelings of pursuing his ideals and saving the country and safeguarding the people as his own responsibility.

In that era when smoke was everywhere and devastated, it was the revolutionaries who were like great men who were not afraid of hardships, sacrifices, and pursued the truth, which led to the prosperity of today.

Zhang Lu's tears rolled down, and he punched out, and the sound of the fists became louder and louder, like thunder.

Zhang Lu even thought of the great martial arts masters during the Republic of China period, and every man was responsible for saving the country.

An Ran's voice stopped again.

Zhang Lu turned around suddenly, and the qi and blood in his body were like bells and warn the world. This was the resonance of emotions.

"Continue, Violet!"

An Ran was stunned. Circles of colors appeared, rendering this scene like a strange light.

Is this boxing or magic?

After calming down, the voice sounded.

The scenery of the north is filled with ice thousands of miles and snow thousands of miles away. Looking at the inner and outer walls, there are only the vastness left.

Zhang Lu's fist changed again, and the seeds of plum blossoms bloomed. Under the frozen words and snowy search for plums, he experienced the scenery of the motherland's mountains and rivers for thousands of miles.

"Rookie's fist?"

An Ran saw Zhang Lu's fist movements slowed down, and the sound of the sound was not as loud as before.

Circles of large, small, round, flat, flat, square, oblique, and positive seven-color circles slowly close.

Even you circle me, I circle you, and you are entangled together.

An Ran's pupils suddenly contracted, and under his horrified face, there was a deep confusion.

"How can the power that can be condensed without dispersing, and it has a color?"

It's so magical, more magic than any magic, I don't know how to explain it at all?

What is Zhang Lu experiencing?

How terrible would it be if this boxing technique is fully understood?

Who can resist?!

With a trembling voice, he continued to recite "Remember the past, count the romantic figures, and look at the present."

Bang!

There was a sudden loud bang, and all the circles merged into one, forming a seven-color rainbow circle!

The contracted pupil was stimulated and suddenly became a point. Zhang Lu jumped off the reef and punched the sea.

Suddenly, the sea water surging and rippling, as if the force of the fist hit the sea water, stirring the sea water.

The surging sea water actually flew out of sea fish, as if it was shaken out of the sea by the force of fists.

The power of a punch is so terrifying!

boom!

It seemed as if a thunder exploded above the head, and my body suddenly settled and was nailed to the reef, as if the reef was about to leave in front of my feet.

An Ran was completely stunned, the shock in front of him, and even his breathing stopped at this moment, like a clay statue.

Zhang Lu stood in the sea, motionless.

The scene in the middle seemed to have been pressed by someone.

When An Ran woke up, she saw Zhang Lu standing still, worried about his situation and ran over.

But I saw Zhang Lu crying.

An Ran felt ache in her heart, as if she was stabbed hard by a needle.

She couldn't understand such a martial arts realm, but she could feel how pure and great even this man was.

He has already experienced the feelings of a great man and the vast history.

And his family background and appearance can lead another life.

However, he chose to be the special forces with the highest death rate, leading the fire phoenix to shuttle through the battlefield of artillery fire again and again.

An Ran's heart was stirred, and tears rolled in her eyes. She really wanted to hug Zhang Lu because he had paid too much to win honor for the country.

From a new recruit to the soldier king today, An Ran knew very well how many times Zhang Lu had faced.

Several times, An Ran thought that she would lose Zhang Lu forever!

But An Ran dared not, she could not forget Ye Cunxin.

This proud top student no longer knew when, but his heart began to circulate around Zhang Lu.

But she didn't show any of it, and she often sarcastically.

But An Ran knew that it was an alternative way for Ye Cunxin.

There were several female soldiers in the team who liked Zhang Lu, and Anran had been restraining. She could not make other female soldiers suffer for her own happiness!

Hearing the sound behind him, Zhang Lu looked back and saw An Ran’s jealousy and burst into tears. He was surprised in an instant, and then laughed again, and asked Qianlan, "Why are you crying!"

An Ran relaxed, bit her lower lip lightly, and asked, "Then why are you crying?"

Am I crying?
Chapter completed!