On the suspended jade tower, Jiang Gan paced back and forth, his voice like gold and stone, resounding for hundreds of miles.
"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. Once you look at the beautiful city, you will look at the beautiful country. It is better not to know the beautiful city and the beautiful country. It is hard to find a beautiful woman again."
After the words fell, Wenquxing bloomed with bright starlight again, creating a strange phenomenon in the void.
A stunning beauty stands in the north. Her appearance is unparalleled. She is extraordinary and outstanding. She disdains the blooming of flowers. She has no one to know her and is independent.
She appeared in front of the city and just glanced at the defenders. The soldiers abandoned their weapons and the city wall fell.
With beautiful eyes looking forward to it, she glanced at the king inadvertently, and the king fell in love. The beacon fire played on the princes, just for An Jiaren's smile, the country was destroyed.
Looking at the vision in the void, everyone couldn't help but be fascinated by the beauty's peerless appearance, and their noses seemed to smell a lingering fragrance.
The pores all over his body are stretched, and he looks so ecstatic that it makes people mesmerized.
"Oh my god, the stars are moving, the vision is natural, it's another masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation!"
"In a short period of time, two masterpieces were published in a row. This kind of poetic talent makes people convinced!"
"You are so talented, no wonder you don't like the poems and essays we write!"
After listening to the second song sung by Jiang Gan, everyone on the platform was silent for a moment, and then burst into cheers. Many scholars flushed with excitement, and the anger in their hearts was wiped away.
If someone is a little stronger than you and he belittles or belittles you, you will feel angry.
If he is much stronger than you, you will feel that he is belittling and belittling you for granted.
If he is stronger than everyone else, you will feel extremely honored by his belittling and scorning.
Thinking of what happened today, it will definitely make history clear. As the background of these two masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, they will also be remembered in history.
Although their names will be replaced by the same word, they will eventually leave a mark in history.
Besides, as a literati, who is not good at Spring and Autumn calligraphy?
Today’s events can also be written in notes for future generations to read and admire!
"Have you noticed that the beauties in the two poems and visions are somewhat similar to Miss Shishi?"
An exclamation suddenly sounded, as if some shocking secret had been discovered.
The owner of this voice is none other than Yang Xuanyi.
Come to think of it, all the literati present were carefully appreciating the subtlety of the poetry and paying only a little attention to the vision of the void.
Only Yang Xuanyi, who has mastered the art of poetry from seven orifices to six, can focus on the vision of poetry in the void.
"Indeed, it seems that these two poems were written for Miss Shishi!"
"If it weren't for the extraordinary grace of our teachers and teachers, how would these two masterpieces be handed down from generation to generation!"
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Hearing everyone's discussion, a blush appeared on Master Li's delicate and pretty face.
Fox girls are passionate, especially poetry and songs, and Li Shishi is no exception.
A pair of clear autumn eyes, I don't know when there was a touch of affection, and it was even more charming.
At the same time, with the approval of everyone, and with the blessing of faith, a faint ray of Wenqu starlight enveloped Master Li, washing away the faint evil spirit around her.
As the creator of handed down poems, Jiang Gan naturally gained the greatest benefit.
He could clearly feel that under the baptism of Wenqu Starlight, 30% of the Yin Gods had transformed into flesh and blood.
It only takes four or five more poems that have been handed down from ancient times, and his Yin Shen can completely transform into the body of a ghost.
If it weren't for the Immortal Qin Shihuang who imprinted the Immortal Way and the Martial Art on the world, and every step of his practice had to be done step by step, Jiang Qian could even have an epiphany and become an Immortal instantly.
Before the heavenly changes in ancient times, monks of the upper third level were called immortals.
Third-grade Yin gods, ghosts and immortals, live for thousands of years, reincarnate for nine lives, and their true spirits are not ignorant. They accumulate the power of past lives and become immortals.
The second-grade Yuan Shen Sanxian has a life span of three thousand years. He uses the thunder of the nine heavens to baptize the Yuan Shen. If a ray of Yuan Shen is not destroyed, he can be reborn.
A first-grade three-disaster earth immortal, with a lifespan of ten thousand years, uses the earth's veins to open up a blessed land, and the soul's brand is placed in the void of the blessed land. The blessed land will never be destroyed, and the earth immortal will not die.
But now, the Immortal Dao and the Martial Dao are spread across the sky, like a heavenly and earthly net, covering all living beings in the Immortal Qin.
This is not only a protection for billions of living beings, but also a shackles for all living beings.
For most people, the ninth level of Immortal Martial Arts is one step at a time. Although it is difficult to practice, there are steps to climb, and there is a slight possibility of attaining immortality.
For those peerless geniuses, the ninth level of Immortal Martial Arts is like nine shackles that lie on the road to immortality, preventing them from reaching heaven in one step.
There are gains and there are losses. These nine shackles prevent those geniuses from reaching the sky in one step, but they also allow them to lay the solid foundation.
This is also one of the main reasons why those geniuses in modern times were able to achieve immortality in just a few hundred years.
After experiencing the benefits of Wenquxingguang, Jiang Gan would never stop copying. This is undoubtedly equivalent to free prostitution, and there is no limit to the comfort!
Jiang Qian waved his long sleeve, and a pot of fine wine turned into a stream of light and fell into his palm.
He raised his head and drank the wine in the pot, then threw the pot into the lake, creating a circle of water splashes, and continued singing:
"The clouds think of my clothes, the flowers think of my face, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick. If I hadn't seen you on the top of a jade mountain, I would have seen you under the moon on Yaotai!"
Looking at the shocked people, Jiang Gan sang the fourth song lightly:
"The shadows of flowers are half-curtained when I first fall asleep. I put on my embroidered shoes and move lazily. I peek at my makeup and forcefully push the green window open. The two butterflies disperse across the flowers, as if I were dreaming for the first time."
"My slender fingers flicked the Ou to call my female companion, and they wandered together outside the curtain. Idle generals leaned on the red leaf with their sleeves. On the balcony near the water, swallows competed with each other at day and noon."
Jiang Gan's words were not finished and he continued to sing the fifth song:
"The hills are overlapping and the golden light is extinguished, and the clouds on the temples are aspiring to the fragrant snow on the cheeks. I am too lazy to draw my eyebrows, and it is too late to put on makeup and wash up."
"Looking at the flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other. The new post is embroidered with ruffles, and there are pairs of golden partridges."
After a pause, Jiang Qian continued: "Its shape is as graceful as a startling giant, and as graceful as a swimming dragon. It has the glory of autumn chrysanthemums and the splendor of spring pine trees."
"The beard looks like the moon covered by light clouds, and flutters like the snow covered by the flowing wind."
"Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the sun rising as the morning glow; looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the leaves rising from the swimming waves..."
As Jiang Gan recited, the stars of literature and music fell down like a waterfall, and layers of poetry and visions were superimposed, covering the entire Bianliang City.
The brilliance is like water, the beauty is like jade, it seems real and illusory, like a fairyland, making people fascinated!
A steady stream of Wenquxing power is poured into the Yin God, constantly nourishing and strengthening the Yin God.
Jiang Gan only felt refreshed and energetic, and a pure vitality emanated from Yin Shen's body.
At this time, Jiang Gan's Yin spirit is almost the same as ordinary people, able to leave the physical body and live in the world forever.
If Jiang Gan is willing, he can even get rid of the shackles of the immortal way, refine the power of heaven and earth, and transform into the god of Jin She.
At this moment, Jiang Gan sensed a terrifying aura of awe-inspiring approaching quickly, his heart trembled, and he directly used the fire escape technique.
A flash of fire flashed, and Jiang Gan's Yin spirit disappeared, returning to his body unknowingly, leaving only a poem trumpet that resounded throughout the world.
"If heaven had not given birth to me, I would not have a son, and literature and art would last forever like a long night!"