"When I ask you why you want to live in a green mountain, you smile without answering and feel at ease. The peach blossoms and flowing water disappear, and there is no other world than this world."
The poem "Questions and Answers in the Mountains" slowly came out of Su Wen's mouth, and there were traces of literary spirit surrounding him.
"Okay! Okay! This poem is really good!"
"Wonderful! The text is simple and natural, but it expresses Qian Shanchang's Taoist state of mind. It's really a stroke of genius!"
"Mr. Qian has a disciple like this, I really envy you!"
All kinds of words of praise flew out from the mouths of the onlookers. But Su Wen knew clearly that this little poem was just a lower-medium level by Qinglian layman, but the artistic conception was unexpectedly close to Qian Haoran's mood and situation, so this poem
In the ears of those who are familiar with Qian Haoran, the poem becomes a wonderful seven-character quatrain.
The strong literary style is enough to make those who want to question obediently shut their mouths.
After all, appreciators have different opinions on the quality of an article, and there is no single standard. Therefore, the amount of literary style and style generated when an article is published can best objectively reflect the quality.
In the eyes of everyone, Su Wen had already drafted the poem before the battle with Guicheng, and even sang and used it. The initial literary atmosphere was already in the past tense, so it could still affect the literary atmosphere, which was enough to prove that he was extraordinary. Naturally, he did not dare to
question.
"That's it? The wall of literary spirit formed by this little literary spirit is not enough to block Gui Cheng's secret technique, right?"
Zhu Min finally spoke.
Anyway, he had already broken up with Qingshan Academy. If he could find an opportunity to question Su Wen and finally hit Qian Haoran, he would be willing to do it.
"Don't worry!"
Qian Haoran looked at Zhu Min and sneered.
This time Zhu Min completely offended him. In the future, the two schools of Confucianism will be in a fight to the death, and one party will definitely die at the cost. But now is not the time to clean up heretics. Zhu Min is shameless, and he cannot do it in public
Things that don't care about the bottom line make other Confucian schools feel chilly.
"Good disciple, what good poems did you make when you fought against that Dark Sequence Extraordinary?"
When facing Su Wen, Qian Haoran's tone became very... loving.
What a long face! This seemingly ordinary poem actually made him more famous than the "Peach Blossom Pavilion Song". It gave him the best footnote for his thirty years of seclusion in the back of the academy. It has so much foreshadowing.
, even if he goes down the mountain, there will be people who will respond to him, and no one will think that he is unwilling to be lonely and wants to make a comeback.
"It's called "Xia Ke Xing"."
Su Wen answered honestly. After searching for a while, he finally found a poem in his mind that fit his image of Zhong Wen, Qingbai Qingli and other "gentlemen" from the academy walking around the world.
Moreover, Su Wen also caught Shixian plucking wool, and plucking a poem was not included.
"Xia Ke Xing? Is this a poem praising the Mohist school?"
Someone in the crowd questioned, but there seemed to be a little excitement in the tone of his words, so it could be known that this person should be a scholar of the Mohist school. After all, the name of the Mohist extraordinary path, sequence four, is Xia Ke (Xing Ke).
"Anyone who has a chivalrous spirit in his heart, sits down to talk about the Tao, and gets up to practice it is a chivalrous person. How can he stick to a certain school of thought?"
Su Wen cupped his hands in the direction of the conversation.
"What a 'sit down and talk about it, get up and do it!'"
The hearts of some people in the crowd trembled slightly. They were actually touched by Su Wen's unintentional words. A certain threshold that was difficult to cross on the road to transcendence seemed less out of reach. Many eyes looked at Su Wen.
A bit of appreciation.
Of course, more people have complicated minds. Just one sentence can make these people conclude that Su Wen's future achievements cannot be lower than Qian Haoran and Qingsong.
This is not a good thing for their school of thought.
"Don't interrupt, just listen to Mr. Su's masterpiece!"
Some people no longer regarded Su Wen as a young scholar in the first sequence, but regarded him as an existence comparable to Qingsong and began to address him.
The crowd immediately fell silent and began to wait for Su Wen to speak.
"Zhao Ke is wearing tassels, Wu is covered with frost and snow is bright, and the silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star."
In the darkness, Su Wen's body was like a bright mirror, and the sentences in cadence were recited from his mouth.
At this time, among the mountains eight thousand miles away, a young man wearing a torn straw hat, a torn cloak, and straw sandals was holding a grass root in his mouth and slowly pulled out the rusty blade from the scabbard.
The gaping machete.
"Old Demon Nalan, I have been chasing you for three months, running five thousand miles, and finally caught up with you! If I don't chop off your head, my name Zhongwen will be written backwards from now on!"
"Little bastard, you don't keep your word! Didn't you just let me go if you can't kill me with ten strokes? It's taken thousands of strokes, so you can't keep your word!"
Nalan Lun, the giant of the southwestern demonic path, is in a state of despair at the moment.
He was the king and hegemon in the mountains in the southwest, and he was very proud of himself. But out of nowhere, a stupid young man came and attacked his sect. Holding a broken knife, he chopped from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and bloodbathed the entire devil's cave.
This demonic realm on earth seems to have turned into a hell on earth. However, those in hell are no longer the common people kidnapped from the demon cave, but the big and small bosses inside, including Nalan Lun, who are also in danger of escaping.
This man called himself Zhong Wen, and he was an extraordinary person who studied both Confucianism and Mohism.
Although Nalanlun lives in a corner, he is still a Dark Extraordinary of the Fourth Sequence, and he still has some understanding of the extraordinary world. No matter how ignorant he is, he still knows the path to the extraordinary, but there has never been any extraordinary being who is both Confucian and Mohist, especially Confucianism and Mohism.
The two families have also had many wars of words, and their cultural foundations are in conflict.
Believe it or not is one thing, but Zhong Wen's extraordinary power is astonishing.
With one strike, no matter who comes in front of you, be it a Sequence Three extraordinary gangster or an ordinary pawn, they will be cut in two. The other party will not be given any chance to counterattack.
And Nalanlun has ten moves.
Zhong Wen said that if he could not be killed with ten blows, he would spare his life.
Although the ten moves could not kill Nalanlun, Zhongwen did not give up. Instead, he plausibly stated that sparing your life does not mean letting you go. The crimes you committed must still be punished, but he just did not kill him.
Seeing that Nalan Lun couldn't defeat him, he had no choice but to run away.
He had consumed several extraordinary items along the way, and was lucky enough to escape Zhong Wen's pursuit, and finally escaped into this deep mountain.
After escaping here, Nalanlun couldn't run anymore. But this was also his intended destination, and in his opinion, there was no need to run anymore.
This place was the place where he rose to prominence. Not long after he entered the transcendental world in the early years, he was afraid that righteous people would suppress him, so he set up a lot of agencies to ambush him in this place.
These machine formations are naturally powerless against high-ranking bosses, but they are enough to deal with a rank-and-file similar to him who has been exposed to Confucian transcendence for several months.
"If a tiger doesn't show off its power, you will really think that I am a sick cat! Zhongwen, my child, this place today is your burial place!"
He crushed a black stone in his hand hard, and in an instant, clouds of blood mist rose from the surrounding mountains, and a rough but practical dark formation shrouded Zhong Wen.
"do you know!"
Seeing that the formation was taking effect, Nalanlun swept away his previous losses: "I have been following you in circles in the mountains for several months just to lure you here. Within my formation, any
The opponent will be suppressed by one sequence of extraordinary power! Now you only have the power of sequence three, how can you be my opponent! Die!"
Nalanlun's momentum was like a rainbow.
Because under the suppression of the large formation, the opponent's extraordinary power will invisibly be compensated for by him.
Of course, he still boasted. His formation can only be used against extraordinary beings who are of equal strength or only a little higher. If he really encounters a being of sequence five or above, the large formation will not be effective and will not explode on the spot.
That’s pretty good.
But Zhong Wen was indeed only a Sequence Four person. Even though he was proficient in the secret arts of both Confucianism and Mohism, he still felt that his power was gradually falling back, and his movements were much slower than before.
"Clang!"
After Zhong Wen's machete collided hard with the mace in Nalanlun's hand, he staggered back a few steps.
This was the first time since he was chasing Nalan Lun that he would be repelled by the opponent's strength in a head-on confrontation.
"Good guy!"
He also realized that Nalanlun was indeed a tyrant, and he had endured it for so long before he was brought here to make the final decision.
But he still had high morale and was not depressed at all.
There is a price to pay for being a chivalrous person and practicing your ideals.
Sometimes it was physical injuries, sometimes it was physical and mental injuries, and many times, it was a brush with death. He also knew that sooner or later, he would pay the price with his life while practicing his ideals.
But no regrets.
"That's where the Tao lies."
Zhong Wen whispered.
But at this moment, a hazy voice seemed to come from his ears.
The sound stirred and his heartstrings vibrated.
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star..."
"Who is reading poetry?"
Zhongwen held his sword in front of him, thinking that someone was reading poetry on a nearby hilltop.
It's a good poem. And it's a poem he's never heard before, so it should be a new one.
But the sound comes from the heartstrings, doesn't this mean that... this poem has something to do with him?
"Could it be a poem Qingli wrote to me?"
When extraordinary people write poems and essays, once they can draw out the literary spirit, the characters written in them will also be gifted by the literary spirit, and there are quite a lot of them.
"Qingli doesn't have such poetic talent... Could it be Qingbai? Forget it, this guy is not as good as me..."
Zhong Wen complained crazily in his heart.
But the voice in my heart became louder and louder.
"Kill a person in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles, dust off your clothes when you're done, hide yourself and your name!"
"Buzz..."
For a moment, there was literary energy surrounding Zhong Wen, and the red blood energy surrounding him was forced back three feet!
"Hahaha! What a poem! There is someone who knows me so well in the world! Nalanlun, suffer death!"
The rusty machete ignored Nalanlun's defense and slashed at the opponent's neck!
But the poem is not finished yet, it responds to Zhong Wen's heartstrings and the mountains!
"...Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra!"
And thousands of miles away, under the horrified gazes of everyone, Su Wen finally finished singing the entire song "Xia Ke Xing".
Literary energy surged around Su Wen, and swords roared around him. Many weapons carried by extraordinary beings were touched by this ancient poem and made a harmonious sound.