Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Five Small World Picture Scroll
The black-robed scholar stood on top of a certain mountain, firing a series of spells in his hand, muttering something in his mouth, and finally shouted: "Take it!"
The vast land ahead, with a radius of thousands of miles, suddenly shook, and the next moment, everything wherever you looked was squirming and surging.
But this surge only lasted a moment, and all the scenery within the field of vision became flat, like a painting. At this moment, the world seemed to begin to shrink rapidly, and after a few breaths, it became
A huge landscape painting suspended in the air.
The black-robed scholar stretched out his hand and cast the last spell. The suspended landscape shrank again and turned into an ordinary picture several feet long. Then, the picture rolled up in the air and turned into a
The scroll, which was more than three feet long, shrunk again. When it flew into the hands of the black-robed scholar, it was already only one foot long, just like a very ordinary scroll.
"Since you don't know how to praise, then reflect on this little world scroll!" The scholar in black robe stared at the scroll in his hand and sneered slightly, then put the scroll into his sleeve.
If the scroll of Little Heaven and Earth does not collect humans or monsters, it can naturally be put back into the space magic weapon. But once it is collected, it cannot be put back in, but it doesn't matter. It is the size of an ordinary book and can be put into the sleeve without any flaws.
That guy Shen Fengshu simply wants to drink wine as a penalty and let him cultivate his moral character and study knowledge by himself. If he doesn't choose it, I'm sorry, I can only force you to bow your head.
The Small World scroll can directly simulate the scenery of a thousand miles around, and randomly disrupt those scenery and present them to the eyes of those who enter the scroll, with no flaws at all.
Moreover, the small world scroll has its own space, and the rules of the world are different from those of the outside world. Even if there is a literary talent that is all over the world, the articles and poems written will not have the slightest bit of literary style, let alone the aura of awe-inspiring. This is for people who are confident in literary talent.
For people, it is simply a fatal blow.
No matter how much you write, there will be no literary inspiration, and you don't know that you are in another dimension. The final result is that people trapped in it will feel that what they write has no literary talent at all, and they will lose all confidence.
After the person is almost done suffering in it, he is released secretly, and a great scholar or great master personally invites him to join a certain academy and gives him enough face. Basically, the person will be grateful to the great master and the academy, and it is difficult to repay the kindness of knowing him.
, can only be loyal to him wholeheartedly.
Some people who really have no qualifications to practice are crying with joy because they have joined the high-level Shangjiuzhou Academy. Little do they know that they will only live somewhere in the academy in the future, and what they write will be blocked from heaven, and will be revised by some talented disciples of the academy.
, sometimes just one word change can lead to a surge of literary spirit, and the awe-inspiring spirit will naturally come rolling in.
For someone with Shen Fengshu's qualifications, the best outcome is to live in the academy for the rest of his life. Of course, the honor that the family should enjoy will not be lost at all. With both internal and external approaches, Shen Fengshu can only become a provider of articles and poems in the academy for those key points.
The cultivated disciples absorb nutrients and practice rapidly.
Of course, this is a high-level secret of some famous academies and will never be spread to the outside world. Very few people outside will know about it.
"Xiajiuzhou, Langhuan Academy, tsk!" The black-robed scholar sneered disdainfully: "If you encounter such a well-trained cauldron, you have to turn it away. No wonder you end up being exterminated? With such knowledge
, if you don’t destroy your family, who will? That’s right!”
"Chen Fengshu, don't blame me for not giving you a chance." After complaining about Langhuan Academy, the black-robed scholar once again said to the scroll: "The scroll of Xiaotiandi is not a perfect one, unless you can write an earth-shattering and heroic essay, and the literary spirit exceeds The upper limit of the Little World Scroll can naturally be exceeded. Aren't you said to be unparalleled in chess skills? But you'd better pray that your fraudulent chess skills don't run into that chess fanatic, otherwise..."
Famous teachers are not always perfect in their work. They always leave people with a glimmer of hope. But the black-robed scholar does not think that Shen Fengshu can really make a breakthrough. Maybe he can write three or five "Youth" poems plus three or five more. "Inscription on a Humble Room" may be possible! But can such powerful poems and prose be written casually?
No matter what I write, there is no feedback on the style of writing. It would be weird if I can still write the next article!
The black-robed scholar has seen how many unruly and domineering Confucian scholars were imprisoned in the Little World Scroll, and immediately became extremely docile after coming out. If Shen Fengshu was not as arrogant and domineering before, he would not use this method to deal with him .After all, the people who come out of it will never have that kind of top-notch literary talent, which is really a pity. But without this experience, how could the other party obey me?
I really look forward to Shen Fengshu's expression when he finds out that he is trapped, but I don't know when he will find out.
Shen Fengshu looked around and asked White Snake to fly the chessboard higher. After observing it, he was completely sure that the scenery the three of them saw in front of them was completely fake. In other words, they had fallen into a certain illusion. bingo.
Both Bai Niangzi and Xiao Qing may find the scenery unfamiliar, but Shen Fengshu can clearly remember the scenery he passed by through Fuxi, and he can remember every detail clearly.
The hill in front is made from parts of more than 60 hills on the road. It looks natural, but in fact there are still some subtle traces.
No matter on the earth or in this world, there should not be two identical leaves, let alone two identical trees. But Shen Fengshu saw two, but they were placed in different directions. It will give people the illusion that they are two different trees, but the patterns on the bark, the shape of the branches and the location of some scars are all exactly the same.
Because the spliced scenery is all scenery within a hundred miles of passing by, the style is also very unified, and no abnormalities will be found at all. This illusion array is obviously very high-end.
Although Bai Niangzi and Xiao Qing were not 100% convinced of their young master's judgment, they were not completely unconvinced either. They all took out their flying swords and watched their surroundings vigilantly, ready to attack at any time. The three of them were also shrouded in I was caught in a transparent cover, and I didn’t know whether it was Bai Niangzi or Xiao Qing who was the protective magic weapon. In short, I still felt like I was facing a formidable enemy.
"There's no need to rush." Shen Fengshu was more calm than the two women: "It's been so long since we launched an attack. It shouldn't happen immediately. Let's take a look around first."
Now that the anomaly has been discovered, the flight is no longer the slow and slow viewing mode as before. The speed of the chessboard is accelerated to the extreme, flying all the way forward.
Soon, Bai Niangzi and Xiao Qing gradually discovered the clues, and became convinced of Shen Fengshu's judgment. After flying for hundreds of miles, there was not a single human town or village wherever they passed. This was obviously not true. Normal. This is where Xiajiuzhou is. Ordinary people are almost everywhere in the world. There may be no human traces for ten miles or eighty miles, but it is absolutely impossible for a place like this with green mountains and green waters to be uninhabited for hundreds of miles.
"Stop!" After flying more than a thousand miles, but still unable to see a trace of people, Shen Fengshu decisively called a stop.
The scenery along the way is still changing, but it still does not break away from various clever combinations. In other words, no matter how Shen Fengshu and the others fly, the opponent's illusory array can always simulate enough scenery for them to see. Therefore, the specific flight How far it is is not accurate at all.
"Let's make a home here!" Shen Fengshu made the decision in an instant.
Since you can't fly out no matter how hard you try, then don't fly, settle down, and slowly think of a solution. In this illusion, you are most afraid of losing your mind. Once you lose your composure and fly desperately in one direction, you will probably die from exhaustion. They won't fly out, wasting energy in vain.
A courtyard immediately enlarged and stood on the edge of a small lake. Surrounded by green grass, sparkling waves, flowers, the scenery is picturesque, and the fallen flowers are colorful. It is so beautiful that even if you know it is fake, you can still see it intoxicated. Crazy.
The white lady cooked tea with her bare hands, and her little green and red sleeves added fragrance. Shen Fengshu painted a picture comfortably in the pavilion by the lake outside the manor. After finishing the painting, he wrote another poem: "The wind blows, the tea smoke floats on the bamboo couch , the water flows and the petals fall into the green pond.”
However, this time, even though Shen Fengshu felt that his painting skills had improved, and the poems he chose were enough to highlight the topic, the feedback from heaven and earth only contained the vitality of heaven and earth, but no aura of awe.
The vitality of heaven and earth was changing, and it was constantly rushing into the scroll of small heaven and earth. The scholar in black robe was naturally aware of it. Holding the scroll in his hand, he immediately saw the painting and the poem written by Shen Fengshu.
"It seems that no abnormality has been found yet." The black-robed scholar was very proud. If he found an abnormality, how could he continue painting leisurely?
The poem is well written, and if it could be completed, it would be a great work.
However, it is best to do this now. If there is vitality of heaven and earth, it means that the painting is pretty good, but if there is no awe-inspiring aura, this boy will naturally doubt whether his poems are lacking in anything, and he will not suspect that there is something wrong with this world.
Thinking of Shen Fengshu's arrogance in front of him, the black-robed scholar felt comfortable for a while. The harder Shen Fengshu hurt him, the happier he became.
Shen Fengshu calmly accepted the gift of the vitality of heaven and earth, and there was still an extra scene in the sea of consciousness. This shows that even a virtual scene is still effective.
Not noticing the aura of awe-inspiringness has made him a little more suspicious. You must know that every poem he writes is the inheritance of wisdom on the earth. There is no culture? How is it possible?
The three of them stayed here for three days and three nights. During these three days, Shen Fengshu seemed to have become addicted to living here. He was enjoying himself fishing, admiring flowers, and writing in this manor.
This is the case with some things. You work hard but in vain, but if you don't pursue it hard, some things will come to your door.
At noon on the fourth day, a middle-aged scholar in white came from nowhere outside the manor. As if he was passing by, he sat directly in the pavilion by the lake to rest, looking at the calm lake, as if waiting for someone to come up and chat. .
When Shen Fengshu heard Xiaoqing's report, a smile appeared on his face. He was right!
Isn't this just the way people look for him thousands of times, and suddenly look back and find that person in a dimly lit place?
