Chapter 1325: Making Friends Through Literature 1
In the pavilion in the center 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!
Nung, moon and new moon.
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, and they are also 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 center of the lake. The continuously flowing ripples in the spiritual lake reflected her moving face. Her beautiful eyes that looked like morning dews flickered, as if they could 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. "Queici."
"Of course, such an 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, and if it can be spread, 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. .
"In the ancient times, literature and art flourished, and countless famous Confucian scholars and great Confucian scholars appeared. They taught all the people, 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. "
"During those years, the great Confucian poets could soar into the sky, 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 Possessing unpredictable means.”
"It is said that in ancient times, all kinds of monsters and ghosts from the hundred hells under the Nine Netherworld, as well as the great monsters that roam the world, have all disappeared. They don't dare to 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 who teaches 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, when he encounters monsters and ghosts coming to the village to cause trouble, he leans on Wearing a cane with no fear, regardless of life and death, just standing in the front, shouting at the monsters, they can drink these monsters with almost all-powerful powers to ashes and die 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!"
"Unfortunately, the literary line declined inexplicably later on. Countless splendid 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. "
"It also made it possible for the literary and religious lineage to never regain its former glory in many subsequent eras, and it even declined more and more, eventually becoming 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 clear, and just by listening to the voice, you could feel that its owner was like a graceful scholar full of books, broad-minded and magnanimous. extraordinary.
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I saw one of the two remaining radiant figures in the lake pavilion suddenly dissipated, revealing his true appearance.
Wearing a moon-white military robe, he has a slender figure, a jade-like face, a 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 also 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. 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 he said 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 touch of admiration in his eyes.
As soon as these words came out, Young Master Tianxiang immediately knew who Young Master Wuchen was talking about.
"Yes! In my Canglan Realm, there is no one who can be compared with him in the lineage of literature and Taoism. No one can do it. This person's amazing talent and profound attainments are really hard to find in the world."
The person that Young Master Tianxiang and Young Master Wuchen said they were inferior to was naturally the author of the song "Water Melody". This also made Sikong Zhaitian and Ji Yanran's faces more and more strange. They kept looking at Ye Wuque, but found that the latter was drinking silently, looking like he had nothing to do with it.
After Master Tianxiang mentioned the author of the Water Melody Song again, Master Qinlong had a blank expression on his face, as if he was dissatisfied. But he was a little embarrassed in the end, because the more he recited the Water Melody Song, the more he could appreciate the extraordinary and artistic conception of this ancient poem. Even if he was given several times more talent, he could not write such a profound ancient poem. He was convinced and dissatisfied!
"Okay, today we are meeting friends through literature, so there will be no delay. Since it was proposed by this young master, I will randomly ask questions on the spot. How about asking everyone to give a gift of your talent?"... Friends who read books, you can search for "" to find this site as soon as possible.