Chapter 1325 Making Friends Through Literature (Part 1)
Chapter 1325: Making friends through literature (Part 1)
In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, everyone was immersed in the artistic conception of this eternal poem, especially the last few sentences.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes!
I hope that we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart.
It describes all the joys, sorrows, worries and sorrows of life, making people unable to help but read silently over and over again.
Monks are also human beings, raised by their parents. No matter how high their cultivation level is, they are still flesh and blood with thoughts.
The existence of such an eternal poem will affect everyone's thoughts and confuse everything.
Young Master Tianxiang stood next to the pavilion in the middle of the lake. The rippling ripples in the spiritual lake reflected her moving face. Her beautiful eyes, which looked like morning dew, seemed to reflect endless light and magnificence.
There are countless springs gushing water in Linghu Lake. Lotus leaves are spread out one after another, lotus flowers are swaying, and even dragonflies are flying slowly. Above the sky, the sun is hanging high, and the sunlight is shining on Linghu Lake. It is really sparkling.
There is a beautiful wonder of being close to nature.
She turned around slowly, with a faint smile on her face, and walked back to her throne with gentle steps.
"Everyone, this ancient poem has an extraordinary artistic conception. It incorporates the joys and sorrows of the world into the thinking and pursuit of the common people in the universe. It can arouse people's resonance and provoke people's thinking. It is enough to be remembered for centuries and be praised through the ages. It should be regarded as the eternal poem.
Absolute words."
"Of course, this kind of eternal masterpiece cannot be made casually. Only those who are equal to the literary and artistic lineage can create it in a flash of inspiration. The literary and Taoist showdown we are waiting for today is naturally impossible.
When you reach this level, you can just use your writing to make friends. If it spreads, it will be a good story."
Ye Wuque sipped the wine and listened to the young master Tianxiang's words. He could feel that the young master Tianxiang's love for poetry and songs was completely from the heart, even reaching the level of love and even intoxication.
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"In the ancient times, literature and art flourished, and countless famous Confucian scholars and great Confucian scholars appeared. They taught all peoples and their achievements lasted for thousands of years. They cultivated the aura of awe-inspiring people and shone with the sun and the moon. They never practiced cultivation, but their realms were astonishing and unimaginable.
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"During those years, the great Confucian poets could soar into dragons, and their words could turn into phoenixes. With a Spring and Autumn Pen in their hands, they could write about the world. The tip of the pen alone could kill people invisible, resonate with heaven and earth, and kill monks with ease. Although he had no cultivation, he could not
Possessing unpredictable means."
"It is said that in the ancient times, all kinds of monsters and ghosts from the hundred hells under the Nine Netherworld, as well as the great monsters that roamed the world, have all disappeared. They dare not show up to do evil. Anyone who dares to show up will definitely die."
"You can't imagine that maybe he is just an old man teaching children in a small village. He has read the books of sages all his life and is trembling. When he is seventy or eighty years old, an ordinary old man will encounter monsters and monsters that come to the village to cause trouble.
Wearing a cane with no fear, regardless of life and death, just standing in the front, shouting at the demons and monsters, he can drink these demons, ghosts and monsters with almost all-powerful powers to ashes, and kill them on the spot!"
"This is the unpredictable power of the Wen Dao lineage, nourishing the aura of awe-inspiring people, resonating with heaven and earth, and surpassing monks with a mortal body!"
"It is a pity that the literary line declined inexplicably later on. Countless beautiful articles were burned and disappeared without a trace, which also led to the complete demise of that glorious era. All the great scholars died unexpectedly, which is a great secret of the ancient times that has never been solved.
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"This also made it possible for the literary and spiritual lineage to never regain its former glory in many subsequent eras, and even more so to decline, and eventually became an ordinary way of enlightenment in the secular world, and no longer had the power it once had."
A voice sounded leisurely, with a kind of nostalgia and yearning for the literary lineage in the tone. The tone was bright and clear. Just listening to the voice, you can feel that its owner is like a graceful scholar full of books, broad-minded and magnanimous.
extraordinary.
I saw that one of the two remaining radiant figures in the pavilion in the middle of the lake suddenly dispersed its light, revealing its true appearance.
Wearing a moon-white military robe, he has a slender figure, a jade-like face, a rich and handsome figure, a pair of extremely deep eyes, like a vast sea, and a brilliant sun mark on his brow, which gives people a very otherworldly feeling, as if he is sitting upright.
The scholar outside the world of mortals has nothing to do with the world. He still holds an extremely ancient bamboo scroll in his right hand, and it seems to contain ancient writings.
This person's name is Wuchen, and he is one of the eight young masters of Split Heaven Dao. He is respectfully called Wu Chen Young Master by the disciples of Split Heaven Dao.
These words of Young Master Wuchen seem to reveal a corner of the prosperous era of ancient literature for everyone. Especially the ordinary old scholar in his seventies or eighties can actually drink a big demon to death. It is really a fantasy and unpredictable legend.
, which makes people fascinated.
"Haha, Wuchen, as we all know, among the eight of us, you and Qin Long have the most profound literary attainments. I hope to hear wonderful poems in today's literary duel."
Young Master Tianxiang spoke with a smile, and the words she spoke made many people's eyes flash.
For example, Ye Wuque, who was stroking the wine glass in his hand at the moment, did not expect that this so-called Young Master Qinlong sounded like he had considerable attainments in literature and art.
"Tianxiang, you are ridiculous. Maybe before, I did pride myself on being as good as anyone in my literary lineage, but now I know that there is one person who, no matter how hard I try and how hard I work, I will never be able to catch up."
Young Master Wuchen held the bamboo book in his hand, with a touch of emotion on his face, and a hint of admiration in his eyes.
As soon as these words came out, Young Master Tianxiang immediately knew who Young Master Wuchen was talking about.
"That's right! In our world of Canglan, there is simply no one who can compare with him in terms of literature and art. No one can. This man's talent is so amazing and his attainments are so profound that it is truly hard to find in the world."
The person that Young Master Tianxiang and Young Master Wuchen said they were ashamed of was naturally the author of the water-melody song just now. This also made Sikong Zhaitian and Ji Yanran's expressions get weirder and weirder, and they kept looking at Ye Wuque,
However, he found the latter drinking wine silently, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
After Young Master Tianxiang once again mentioned the author of the water-melody song, Young Master Qinlong had no expression on his face and seemed to be dissatisfied, but his expression turned out to be a little ugly in the end, because the more he recited the water-melody song, the more he became
The more he realizes the extraordinaryness and artistic conception of this ancient poem, even if he were given several times more talent, he still would not be able to write such ancient poems with such profound artistic conception.
"Well, let's meet friends through literature today, so there is no need to delay. Since it was proposed by me to make friends through literature, I will come up with random questions on the spot. How about you all express your talents?"