Arknights, are you a good person?

Qi Yuan suddenly talked in his sleep.

Before the people around could get frightened, the real dragon at the side suddenly let out a mountain-like laugh, and the twenty-four pearl curtains in front and behind the crown tassels shook and crackled, like large and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

"Good poetry, good poetry."

The real dragon praised repeatedly, not caring at all about this serious offense.

"What's the matter with such a plain quilt? Go and get my golden silk auspicious cloud couch, the Ru kiln celadon pillow, and the brocade quilt for my beloved Qi Yuan."

"..."

"Your Majesty, you are too enthusiastic."

The voice of the Grand Tutor exploded in Zhenlong's ears like thunder and lightning. He woke up as if from a dream and realized his own mistake.

"Cough cough!"

Fortunately, Qi Yuan turned over in the bed and talked a little in his sleep, which helped Zhenlong out of the predicament.

"...The spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass."

"Good good."

Zhenlong tried hard to behave like a normal emperor who loved talents, rather than a loser who was clinging to the big guys and waiting for them to develop slowly.

Even if he was, he would never show it.

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The words are divided into two parts.

The Sui Beast is in a terrible situation.

It's not that he doesn't have the corresponding strength. On the contrary, after absorbing the fragment called "Jie", his talent at the age of 21 can be said to be overwhelming, and he can write brilliant articles with ease.

But until now, Sui has never won a single live poetry battle between Sui and Qi Yuan.

Not once...

The year-old even thought he was having a nightmare.

Strictly speaking, it was not a complete failure, but every time he wanted to start writing a poem, Qi Yuan had already finished it.

He didn't even have the chance to speak.

Qi Yuan, it’s really too fast.

That round face had turned the color of liver from anger. As soon as he opened his mouth, Qi Yuan uttered a wonderful poem. Sui was getting further and further away from the control of this dream world, and also further and further away from the authority of the Great Dream Spring and Autumn.

This dream shows that there is a river dividing the two pieces of land. Every time Qi Yuan defeats Sui, the river moves a certain distance in the direction of Sui. Over time, the land behind Sui becomes smaller and smaller.

Soon, there will be no place for the years to stand in dreams.

"what is going on?"

Sui was so angry that he kicked towards the turbulent river, but it did nothing except causing splashes of water.

Why was Qi Yuan able to blurt out so many poems that should have been written by a master the moment he saw the scenery? Why were these poems of different styles, not like the style of the same person at all?

Some of them don't even seem to be from the same era!

"You cheated!" Sui pointed at Qi Yuan angrily.

"Wrong, you should say that."

Qi Yuan corrected him, not feeling ashamed but proud, and puffed out his chest with great pride: "I will not fail, because I am not fighting alone!"

"……you!"

He was mad, He was really mad.

539: The tragic defeat

In extreme anger, he got angry for a moment.

But it was useless, otherwise how could Sui be the underlying color of the Twelve Fragments' personality? That broken look was exactly the same as Xi when they first met.

Qi Yuan, who has faced two people who broke through his defense at the same time, has the most say.

The scene changes again.

The river in front of me suddenly became turbulent, and then slowly turned, creating a majestic and magnificent scenery. The river rolled forward, and looking forward, I couldn't tell where it started, and looking back, I couldn't tell where it ended.

“Have you not seen that the water of the long river comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns!”

Looking at the surging river in front of him, Qi Yuan was suddenly inspired, and heroic poetry automatically came out of his mouth.

"No way, absolutely impossible."

He was so excited that his voice was as shrill as a child's.

"How can someone of your age have any impression of the sea? You short-sighted native Terrans should only have this land in your mind!"

"Don't use your short-sightedness to speculate about me."

Qi Yuan raised his head proudly, raised the wine gourd that was given to him, took a sip from it, and recited the entire poem "Song of the Wine" in a heroic manner.

"..."

"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names."

The dividing line moved again. Behind Qi Yuan, the fields stretched endlessly, and the vast territory had no end in sight. There was no way out behind him, and he would never have a place to stand.

"It seems that the battle for control over dreams will soon come to a conclusion."

Qi Yuan waved his hand: "There is no need to listen carefully to the complaints of the weak, and start the next scene immediately."

It is really a pleasure to publish the "Complete Tang Poems" in one breath. If it is not included in the Complete Tang Poems, there are still "The Book of Songs" and "Chu Ci", which are Qi Yuan's own ancestor launchers.

I can’t beat him at the age of 18. I can’t beat him at all.

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Another dream very far away from here, in a small pavilion halfway up the mountain.

Zhongyue and Ling no longer stood on the top of the pavilion, ready to fight Sui to the death at any time, but sat opposite each other in the small pavilion, holding small porcelain cups condensed with clouds and mist in their hands, drinking heroic wine.

"Brother, did you hear that?"

Ling poured a small cup for his elder brother, raised the wine gourd and took a big gulp.

"We must drink three hundred cups at a time!"

“For such a long poem, just remember to drink a lot of wine.” Zhongyue shook his head helplessly.

Ling ruffled her long blue hair and shook her head: "Who said that? I clearly remember many lines of this poem."

"Let's drink, don't stop."

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter oxen, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."

"..."

There were indeed many sentences that he remembered, but Zhongyue always felt that they were no different from what he had just complained about, so he still only remembered the sentences related to persuading people to drink.

"I never thought Qi Yuan had the potential to become a drunkard." Zhong Yue looked seriously at Qi Yuan who was reciting poems heroically, and said with emotion.

"I'll take that as a compliment, brother."

Ling smiled slightly and looked at Nong on the battlefield again, still muttering:

"Let's drink, don't stop..."

I have finally remembered this sentence.

"Brother, at this moment, the person I envy the most is Xiao Motou. She should still be hiding on Qi Yuan, experiencing the magnificent scene at the closest distance... With Xiao Motou's personality, she will probably draw a lot of paintings and hide them herself. When Qi Yuan asks, Xiao Motou will say that she is dismissive and has no interest in even looking at them."

"You know Xi better." Zhongyue nodded.

"It's about to end."

As Ling spoke, the scene changed again. A mountain stood tall and alone, as if it had been chopped off by a knife, and a rushing waterfall fell straight down from the top of the mountain.

"Qi Yuan, how dare you!"

He is now incapable of writing poetry and can only raise his eyebrows to intimidate the other contestant.

"Am I afraid of you?"

Qi Yuan didn't even look at it, staring at the waterfall in front of him, and blurted out: "The waterfall drops three thousand feet straight down, it seems like the Milky Way falls from the sky."

"Another poem of this kind that makes no sense."

Sui Pofang roared, "Have you really broken through the barrier in the sky and seen the real starry sky? How ridiculous it is to talk about the Milky Way and the universe when you have never seen the starry sky?!"

"Qi Yuan, you little boy, how dare you act rashly here?"

Qi Yuan stared at him with a sad face, shook his head, and answered the year-old's doubts: "I have really been to the sky. Six thousand one hundred and fifty-two meters, this is the distance between the ground and the barrier."

"what?!"

In an instant, his expression went from extreme disdain to extreme astonishment.

Did Qi Yuan really go to heaven?

With a loud bang, the river separating the two people began to rotate, circling around Sui's agent again and again, like an airtight cage, perfectly trapping Sui inside.

"..."

"Don't be too sad, Xiaosui, you didn't lose unfairly."

Qi Yuan slowly stretched out his hand towards the void beside him, and a big sword suddenly fell out, with light ink dripping on it. With a light wave, a sword mark dripping with ink was left in the void.

The whole dream world is in her

Outside the field, Ling stared at the familiar sword and let out a light exclamation, feeling extremely confused.

"This is the brush that Nian made for Xi."

Zhongyue explained immediately.

"Oh~"

Ling suddenly realized: "It seems that Qi Yuan is also quite familiar with Xi's brush. In the dream, as long as he thinks about it, he can immediately create it, completely skipping the stage of recalling and constructing."

"Look, Sui is planning to run away. In all these years, have we ever thought that she would be in such a mess?"

Zhongyue pointed it out to his sister.

Except for the elder brother who condensed into a human form and rebuilt himself, the rest of their brothers and sisters have been quietly studying how to maintain their existence under the background of the awakening of the year and not let their power be snatched away in vain. This has been going on for nearly a thousand years.

It is a delusion to think that one can wake up gradually and restore the former glory by following the procedures.

"Why can't I leave?!"

"Because you slept too long, your brain is broken."

Qi Yuan's sword fell, drawing a perfect arc in the air. In an instant, the sword energy with a hint of ink crossed the entire world and swept towards Sui, who was mentally collapsed, like a huge tsunami, swallowing him up in an instant.

This is much better than Cloud Crack.

Qi Yuan knew in his heart that perhaps with the blessing of the entire world, his every move had been greatly enhanced.

however--

At the moment when Qi Yuan's sword fell, Sui, in a very tasteless manner, took a defensive posture with her head covered. Glowing words appeared around her body, forming a shield around her.

Qi Yuan suddenly discovered that when Sui held his head, a triumphant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Qi Yuan, there is something wrong with your mentality at the age of 18."

Ling's voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Would you like to hear my analysis of this great poet with outstanding talent?"

"Appreciate further details."

540: Thunder magic is ineffective?

The inky sword energy swept over, but was retracted at the last moment. Qi Yuan ignored the man surrounded by the river and asked in a low voice:

"Elaborate."

"You actually admitted that you are a great poet with outstanding talent. I thought you would be modest."