Sword burns the sky

Chapter 245 The Poem of Asking
Imperial City Central Palace Myth Plaza!

This square is vast and boundless, and it is the widest flat land in the entire Shenzhou Empire, which can accommodate tens of billions of people.

Wen Jinghai, once known as the world's number one gifted scholar, once chanted poems in this vast and endless square!
The spring trembles slightly around the crescent, and the shadows are quiet and clean.

Watching the autumn wind attract the fragrance of dust, I want to test the sword's edge for a long time!

Just two lines of "Poetry of Asking Questions" are still engraved on the stone pillars in the square, and have been watched by all the people!

Wen Jinghai is known as the number one talent in the world. Not only is his literary talent outstanding, but his martial arts skills are even more daunting.As early as 50 years ago, it was rumored that he was already the supreme emperor and powerhouse at the upper peak, and he was one step away from aspiring to the holy throne.

He has written this poem for a hundred years, and it is said that so far, no one has fully comprehended the "Poem of Asking Questions".Jiang Li led the crowd to Zhonggong Myth Square, and suddenly found that the entire square was filled with people as far as the eye could see.

All kinds of voices are chaotic and noisy.

'Shenzhou Dabi', the grand ceremony of the Shenzhou Empire once in a hundred years.If it was said that the younger generation was excited when the seven colleges of the Shenzhou Empire recruited students at the same time last time, then the 'Shenzhou Grand Competition' would drive people crazy.

Once you can enter the thousand ranks, you will be able to get vigorously cultivated by the dynasty!This is something that everyone dreams of.

"Let's go."

Jiang Li shook his head, and led everyone to the designated waiting area in the corner of the square.

He is the high-status King Ling Tian. When the emperor arranged the roof of the divine ladder, he still prepared a place for him.

"Huh? The poem?"

When passing a huge stone pillar in the square, Jiang Li was attracted by the verses on the quilt.

"A Poem of Asking!"

"The spring trembles slightly around the crescent moon, and the shadows are quiet and clean."

"Watching off the autumn wind attracting the fragrance of dust, wanting to test the edge of the sword!"

Jiang Li murmured the poem on the stone pillar, which was exactly the "Poetry of Asking Questions" described by Wen Jinghai, the number one talent in the world!
Who is the one who lives a lifetime of glory, disappears for a while, and is buried for a thousand years?
Who is the star shifting, the vicissitudes of life, after years of practice, the dim light is shining and immortal!

Who has been dispelled in the world for hundreds of millions of years, stripped away the prosperity, kept silent, and turned into a world of mortals!
Who is the sword, frost, snow and rain that have lasted through the generations, and the clank and iron bones are still there today, allowing me to rot and immortalize the legend? !
Carry thousands of volumes of love in my heart; Carry thousands of sorrows in my bosom; Carry the spirits of thousands of people in my soul; Carry countless pains in Guiyin!

"What a powerful poetic flavor? Is this poem a question? Or is it a question of emotion?"

Jiang Li's eyes were bright, and he couldn't figure it out. He seemed to see the person who wrote this poem standing in front of him, lonely and sad.

The evening wind is chilled, and the thoughts are falling and the leaves are withered and yellow.

Whispering that Lianxin hurts herself, and it is hard to extinguish the cold after being warm.

Leaving fragrance in the air is circuitous, and I used to enjoy myself with my wife as I wish.

I'm wandering alone under the moon this month, urging my beauty to be stained with cold frost.

Hurt, hurt, hurt!

Think for yourself.

Worry, worry, worry.

how to forget.

The world is changing, under the change of seasons, there are thousands of things, the wind comes from the cold, the cold is born in the bleak, thinking about it, life has never been ordinary, looking up at the depths of the Qingfeng cloud, after all, the red sun rises in the east.

Capturing the aura of nature, extracting the essence of the sky; listening to the sound of rocks in the mountain stream, looking up at the towering ancient trees, the ethereal song.Rest your head on rocks, lie down and listen to the wind and rain, smile and watch the clouds, the green hills have their own place to reward your dreams, there are thousands of customs here, who is more the same? ?
Time and space are like a flashy city in the sky, and life is like stars traversing the endless sky.I stand under the stone pillar waiting for the prophecy to reveal, hoping to grow wings and meditate in reality.Accompanied by bursts of the ink fragrance of love for three lives, the entangled clothes are like a single playback.Those broken flowers are filled with poison everywhere, and the hasty dance steps blindly follow the sadness.The blue sky streaked across the flood, the sea flooded the village, the stone piled around the city wall, withered vines climbed up the stone window, ancient myths were engraved on the city wall, mysterious totems were weathered in the caves, and the footsteps of pilgrims echoed on the heavenly steps.

With a pious heart, I crawled in the gloomy Buddhist hall.Not for worship, just for admiration.The autumn wind of the Sky City filled the streets and alleys, the piccolo played in the wind of falling leaves, and the Yiren sang softly, the familiar rhythm seemed to come from the ancient city-state.Ren Shengsheng was lingering in the wind, the wind filled his sleeves, and his clothes were stained with tears.Doing one's own way, indifference and indifference is the publicity of the totem on the stone carving.Hardness, sharpness, and coldness are the fantasy of stone pillars.

The city of the sky depicts time and heaven with stone pillars, and I wandered up in this ancient Milky Way.Armrest has black hair and bows his head in silence.Thousands of sails are messy, dreams are like mist and mist, but reality is devoid of fantasy in the prehistoric giant beast.

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"Damn it! The poems of Wen Jinghai, the most talented man in the world. How many artistic conceptions do you want to express?" Jiang Li was covered in cold sweat, and his soul was immersed in various poetic flavors, as if he was Wen Jinghai, with pen and ink staining mountains, ink and wash picturesque!

When he came back to his senses, he felt refreshed.

"Crack!"

There was a roar in Jiang Li's body immediately, and it was he who broke through.After half a year of practice, he had already reached the late stage of Silver Lake, but now he broke through with the help of the artistic conception of a poem, and reached the peak of Silver Lake. The blood vessels in his body were awakened again in a large number, making his whole body faint. The momentum is more restrained.

"Brother, are you okay?" The little witch saw her brother staring at the poem on the stone pillar, but her whole body froze, her little face turned pale with fright, if something happened to her brother now, it would be over.

"Brother, are you alright?" Hearing what the little witch said, Jiang Yao also stepped forward, looking at her dull-faced younger brother, she asked very puzzled.

"Could it be that...Jiang Li is trying to comprehend the poems of Wen Jinghai, the most talented scholar in the world?"

Chu Zhi'er was born into a wealthy family, and seeing Jiang Li in this state, of course she knew a little about what was going on.

"Senior Chu, you said that my boss is comprehending the above poem? But isn't it just two ordinary lines of poetry? Could it be something mysterious?" Mu Ao Ran said.

"Mu Aoran, you don't need to call me senior sister anymore, we are no longer students of Haoran College, you can just call me Chu Zhier." Chu Zhier glanced at Mu Aoran and said with a smile: " You can't see it, it's because you don't have enough weight, even I can't understand what this "Poem of Asking" means?"

"Uh, the portion isn't enough?" If someone else said this to him, Mu Aoran would definitely get angry, but because it was Chu Zhier who said it, he really didn't dare to have an opinion, because Chu Zhier's talent is indeed much stronger than him , but even Chu Zhi'er herself said that she couldn't see the difference in that poem, so it is conceivable that it is a poetic realm that can be encountered but not sought after.These are not the most important, the most important thing is that Chu Zhi'er may become the wife of his boss Jiang Li in the future.

"That could be his future sister-in-law." No matter how resentful Mu Aoran was, she could only swallow it down.

"Huh? Why are you all looking at me like that?"

At this moment, Jiang Li suddenly woke up, and found that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, and he was a little stunned and speechless.

"nothing?"

Everyone shook their heads, not because they didn't want to talk, but because they really didn't know what happened to Jiang Li.

"Okay then, let's go." Jiang Li didn't want to ask any more questions, he also knew that he was immersed in the artistic conception of "The Poem of Asking" just now and scared everyone.

"The most talented man in the world, Wen Jinghai!"

Jiang Li memorized the name thoroughly, because his poem was so useful to him.

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Ps; the face is full of depression, coughing all the time, which affects the progress of writing, sorry, I'm talking big again.This chapter does not count as an update!
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