Da Cang night watchman

In the long corridor, all the literati turned pale with shock: "Above the robbery river, one cannot cross it without a literary heart. The top grade can be used as a board, the top grade can be used as a boat, and the top grade can be used as a dragon. He...he is an absolute..." Have a literary heart!"

"Exactly!" A scholar of the Palace of Poetry laughed and said, "I want everyone to know that this person is Senior Brother Qing Quan, the number one disciple of my Palace of Poetry. The person surnamed Lin actually went fishing with him in the sea, and he didn't know how to live or die!"

Everyone looked at each other in shock...

The first level is so terrible?
How much hatred is this?
We are all brothers in the same hall, is it necessary to do this?

When a new disciple enters the palace, he needs to endure the calamity of Wen Dao, so that he can remember better, but there must be a limit. You use this kind of ceiling level as soon as you come up, forming a strong crushing trend, and it is easy to make people feel dusty of.

On the sea of ​​calamity, Li Qingquan laughed loudly: "Above the sea of ​​calamity, a literary heart is a boat! But brother Lin, be careful, don't overturn your boat, otherwise, you will have to kneel outside the hall and beg for March, There is a chance to try again!"

As soon as his words fell, with him as the center, Jiehai suddenly became violent, with big waves rolling over, and the overwhelming waves seemed to engulf the whole country.

Lin Su stood on the shore, when the wind blew, his white clothes fluttered, and his voice also floated out: "Are you sure I can only form the plank of the boat?"

"Oh?" Li Qingquan said: "Then you will turn into a boat!"

"Okay!" A silver light shot out from between Lin Su's eyebrows, and without a sound, a light boat appeared in front of him!
The boat is in the shape of a dragon, lifelike...

Li Qingquan's expression suddenly changed...

In the corridor, countless people stood up at the same time: "My God, it's also a dragon boat! He is also a superb Wenxin!"

"Is it so easy to have a superb Wenxin? How is it possible..."

"His dragon boat is not only lifelike, but in terms of perception alone, it seems..." He didn't finish his words, but everyone around him understood...

Although Lin Suhua's dragon boat and Li Qing's interpretation of the dragon boat are both lifelike, they are quite different.

Li Qingquan's dragon boat is very illusory, like a dragon boat with a dragon on paper.

And his dragon boat is extremely solid, like carved from jade.

In the first meeting, he followed in Li Qingquan's footsteps, even a head ahead!
How unimaginable is this?

Li Qingquan didn't expect it either, but as the first disciple, he had his own pride, and said coldly: "On the sea of ​​calamity, poetry is like an oar, and you and I are both excellent literary minds, so let's see whose poetry is better." One deal!"

Stretch out your hand, the treasure pen is in hand!

Write down: "Stay overnight in the autumn river and under the moonlight, walk in white clothes, black water and beautiful people..."

As soon as his famous work "A Journey to Beauty" came out, colorful rays of light filled the river, four lines of poems turned into four blades, and his dragon boat moved forward quickly!
Lin Su stretched out his hand and wrote: "A boat on the Yangtze River with thousands of miles away, the guest's heart is bleak, and the autumn is startled. The chaotic clouds shine on the Shangen Temple, the setting sun turns over the building on the water, the shallow Pu Yaojin knows the leaping carp, the front beach is covered with snow and a few gulls live, the boy Strong and sad, I can't bear the hook in the Cangjiang River."

In the same colorful glow, the eight poems turned into eight blades, and in a blink of an eye, they have gone hand in hand with Li Qingquan.

On the promenade, everyone was dumbfounded...

On the sea of ​​calamity, idlers have to be careful when driving Wen Xinzhou, but they actually started racing... Oh, no, racing boats!
Li Qingquan's "Beauty Walk" is well known to everyone. It was his famous work when he first entered the palace. The colorful poems have already been engraved on the poem wall of the Palace of Poetry, and have become the existence that a generation of young disciples look up to. Today, a new The people who came here did not lose the slightest bit in front of this legendary figure, and even faintly seemed to surpass him.

Wen Xin, his boat is stronger than Li Qingquan.

For the colorful poems, he has twice as many oars as Li Qingquan.

His speed is also above Li Qingquan.

"In a blink of an eye, we have reached the stage of the seven-color duel, will there be a green poem duel?" a disciple murmured.

"Qing Shi?" The person next to him was startled: "Brother Li does have Qing Shi, but it's probably not suitable to use Qing Shi to fight. After all, he is a newcomer..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Qingquan touched the void with his precious pen together...

"Leaving the river and thousands of mountains together, the waves surge and a boat flattens..."

Blue light fills the sky...

"Oh my god! It's really a green poem..."

On the promenade, everyone held their breath, looking at the scene in front of them, they could hardly believe their eyes...

This is the ceremony for the newcomers to enter the palace. It is just for the newcomers to teach them a lesson, not for the newcomers to dust off their humanistic hearts. Qing poetry handed down through the ages has its own weight, so what is it to use to bully fellow disciples?
All of a sudden, more than half of the people in the corridor deeply sympathized with Lin Su.

They didn't know Lin Su, and some even didn't know Li Qingquan, but that didn't prevent them from judging today's events with fairness and justice.

There is a pavilion above the long corridor, which is the best place to watch Jiejiang. The two women are sitting on the railing, and at this moment they also stopped the teacups in their hands...

If Lin Su could see them, he would be shocked, because one of the two women was Li Guihan.

Yes, Li Guihan, who he had been parting with for a year.

The other person is a gentle woman with a bookish look all over her body.

The gentle woman smiled slightly: "Gui Han, which one will he choose to be handed down?"

Judging from her words, she obviously knew Lin Su, and knew that Lin Su had written more than ten poems and poems handed down to the world, but she was just not sure which one Lin Su would use.

Li Guihan smiled lightly: "In the field of poetry, I really don't have to worry about him. All his young poems and young poems are a level higher than Li Qingquan's. Any capital can easily crush Li Qingquan. Li Qingquan dared to stand up today, he just relied on his superb literary heart, and if the superb literary heart is not dominant, he has already lost!"

"This is also..."

Li Qingquan's green poems turned into four blue wings, and the dragon boat under him suddenly flew up...

At the same time, the Jiejiang River under him changed its appearance, the green hills on both sides were faint, and the clear water flowed eastward, sending his dragon boat far away. The dragon boat flocking towards Lin Su wants to send Lin Su's dragon boat in the opposite direction...

This is the power of Qingshi!
Golden light poems can be transformed into wind, colorful poems can be transformed into oars, and green poems can be transformed into wings!

Flying over the Jiejiang River in a flying manner is a critical blow to everyone on the corridor!
It turned out that there was such a way of crossing the river they had worked so hard on that day?

Seeing the evolution of Qingshi's "wave surges and a boat leveling", Lin Su's dragon boat is about to be hit into the bottom of the river, Lin Su suddenly picks up his pen and writes down like lightning...

If Li Guihan were to guess this handed down poem, it might be "Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water", because this poem is majestic and bold.

If it were up to that gentle woman to choose, she might choose "On the Orchid Boat Alone". This poem "Yijianmei" handed down from ancient times is her favorite.

However, what Lin Su wrote was...

"Looking at the sword while drunk,
Dreaming back to the horn-blowing company,

[-] miles under the command of the broiler,
Fifty strings turn over the Great Wall,
Soldiers on the battlefield in autumn.

Ma Zuo's Lu Feikuai..."

Without a sound, his dragon boat suddenly turned into a heavenly horse, leaped into the air, crossed the huge waves in front of him, and passed Li Qingquan, who was paddling into four wings below.

Li Qingquan saw that Jiangxin Pavilion was right in front of him, and his heart was overjoyed when suddenly dark clouds enveloped his head. When he raised his head, he was stunned. On top of his head was a huge celestial horse. The wings of the celestial horse were more than ten times bigger than his dragon boat wings. .

"The bow is like a thunderbolt!" Lin Su smiled at him, stretched out his hand, and an illusory longbow appeared in his palm!

Chi!
An invisible arrow came through the air and shot in front of Li Qingquan!
In the sea of ​​catastrophe, the big waves rolled, Li Qingquan's flying boat retreated hundreds of feet away, Lin Su seated his horse and retracted its wings, and Lin Su stood firmly in the Jiangxin Pavilion.

"Zhan Qing Ci!" There was an exclamation in the long corridor.

"He is Lin Su!" Zairen shouted: "Lin Su who just wrote the second Zhan Qing Ci "Broken Time"!"

"The first one is his, and the second one is also his!" The person next to him shouted: "War poetry and poetry are extremely difficult for others, but they are so easy for him."

"It's only now that I understand why his entrance ceremony is so outrageous, just because he is worthy of the top-level assessment..."

"That's right, according to the common saying, the strong are even stronger, and the mountain is as high as the mountain. Even the top disciple of the Palace of Poetry can't stop his journey at all..."

Amidst the excited discussion among the crowd, a voice suddenly came: "Everyone seems to be very excited? You need to know that this is the Wen Jie of entering the palace. If he really wins, then the trouble will be really big!"

The faces of all the disciples changed...

Within ten feet of the surrounding area, the sound stopped abruptly...

Only then did everyone realize the difference today.

Today is no ordinary literary battle!

It is text robbery!

What is the fundamental purpose of Wen Jie?It's for the newcomers to the palace!

Therefore, the person in the assessment must win!

Only by winning can people set rules, let people know that they are ants, and be in awe of Wen Dao and the temple.

On the contrary, if the examinee defeats the examiner, the assessment will not have the effect of assessment. It will not establish one's prestige, but encourage his arrogance, and the matter will become serious.

It's not that such a thing has never happened before. Every time it happens, it's an accident, and it will also create some heresies in the temple. For example, Luo Wuxin three years ago won the assessment envoy, and today's Luo Wuxin became a temple. Taboo among disciples...

On the robbery river, Li Qingquan slowly raised his head and stared at Lin Su in Jiangxin Pavilion.

Lin Su also looked at him, very calmly.

Li Qingquan said: "The competition between you and me is to catch the arowana first. Although you have the advantage, it is not considered a win."

"Of course it doesn't count!" Lin Su said, "How can I catch this dragon fish?"

Li Qingquan smiled slightly, and started to write...

"Between the clear water and the vastness, the light boat leans on the railing under the moonlight..."

In a blink of an eye, four lines of poems are written in one go, and the colorful glow suddenly turns into a fishhook.

Lin Su started to write, and then wrote, "Youth is full of vigor and sadness, and I can't bear the hook in the Cangjiang River!"

The poem is complete, but he has no hook in his hand!

Lin Su's heart skipped a beat...

On the attic of the corridor, Li Guihan frowned suddenly: "He doesn't know the rules!"

"Yes, the wind and cloud of the past pave the way, and a new poem is hooked!" The gentle woman said: "You only need old poems and lyrics to cross the robbery river, but you need to create the first work to catch Wen Daolong fish, and then you can make a hook!"

"It's not a problem to create the first novel. He always writes colorful poems with a snap of his fingers. The problem is that he doesn't know the rules and he will be in big trouble!" Li Guihan said: "If you don't tell him the rules and win by speculation, what is the reputation of the temple? Saintess, can you remind him?"

The saint shook her head lightly: "What is Jiejiang? It is a land that should be robbed. How can others remind me?"

Li Guihan stood up, but she couldn't cross Jiejiang, and her reminder couldn't reach Lin Su's ears anyway.

The people on the corridor looked at each other...

After robbing Jiangxin Pavilion, Lin Su had nothing in his hands...

But Li Qingquan has a hook in his hand...

The dragon fish below are coming from all directions, and they are about to be caught by him...

As long as he catches the dragon fish, Lin Su will be defeated, and he will have to go out of the palace again and kneel outside the gate of the palace for three full months before he can have a second chance for the assessment.

Although this is a process that everyone who gets started must go through.

Although this is in line with the purpose of the entry into the temple.

However, isn't it a little too low-key to use this method to express it?

He clearly doesn't know the rules!
Otherwise, with his impressive record of writing countless colorful poems handed down from generation to generation, no matter what he does, he can temporarily write a colorful original first work, and turn it into a fishing rod to fight hard.

Whether he can catch the fish first depends on the attraction of his temperament to the dragon fish.

However, it is a bit too much to seize the gap when he does not understand the rules and let him not even have a fishing rod in his hand.

These words lingered in everyone's hearts, but no one dared to say them.

Because they were all from the temple, they knew that in this assessment, Lin Su's failure and retreat, kneeling outside the temple for three months, was the best choice.

In the midst of the robbery, Li Qingquan's mouth finally revealed a smile...

He felt the dragon fish coming...

At most three breaths, this thrilling assessment that made his back feel faintly chills will pass...

However, at this moment, Lin Su suddenly picked up a pen...

"Thousands of feet of silk hang straight down, and only one wave moves with thousands of waves. The night is still, the water is cold and the fish don't eat, and the boat is full and empty, and the moon is shining!"

Once the poem is completed, the sky is filled with colorful colors!

Layers of colorful light penetrated into the Jiejiang River, and the fish that had already reached Li Qingquan's hook suddenly swam away...

Li Qingquan's face suddenly sank...

I C!

The fish here are about to take the bait, so you come here, "The night is still and the water is cold, the fish don't eat, and the boat is full and empty, and the moon returns"... This is good, the fish won't eat...

On the long corridor, the disciple of the Palace of Poems was about to applaud, when he suddenly saw this scene, he was stunned: "The night is quiet, the water is cold and the fish don't eat... This is cheating!"

The eyes of the people around were wide open, and they were all stunned by this scene.

Things became more interesting, Lin Su obviously didn't know the rules, so he didn't get a fishing rod in the first part of fishing, so he would definitely lose if he was empty-handed, but he is not a good man, I don't have a fishing rod, but You can't even catch it!
A colorful poem at the scene emptied the fish under Li Qingquan's hook, and gave Li Qingquan a literary curse of "full boat and empty load"!

Really awesome...

What's even more amazing is that when this original poem was released, colorful rays of light filled the air and turned into a fishing rod in Lin Su's hand.

Lin Su suddenly realized: "It turns out that it is the original first work, so you can exchange it for a fishing rod! This fishing rod is not auspicious for fishing, and the fish don't eat, so I'll change it..."

Pick up a pen and write again: "Mo Xiangqi's achievements shocked the seaside, Tibetan bows and dogs are frequently cooked, try to see the fisherman on the river, he was a veteran in the battlefield!"

The colorful rays of light reappeared, and there was the hidden sound of swords and soldiers. The boundless rainbow of clouds merged and turned into a new fishing rod in Lin Su's hands. When the fishing rod came out, it was like a long spear piercing the enemy's formation...

On the promenade, countless people burst into the air...

"Two colorful first works in a row?"

"Colorful originality, as easy as eating beans?"

"This is simply born for poetry..."

"This person……"

On the promenade, it is very lively...

Li Guihan and the saint looked at each other, and four small flowers bloomed at the same time...

In the distant sky, a lamp is like a bean, and a person under the lamp, dressed in brocade and long fur, is Luo Wuxin and his concubine Jun Yue...

Jun Yue let out a sigh of relief: "My lord, isn't his talent too terrifying?"

Luo Wuxin nodded slowly: "The previous two poems are both old works, so careful polishing is not enough to prove this achievement, but the two poems just now were clearly original on the spot in a short while, Lin's talent is really shocking. But it shocked me Yes, it's not just this..."

"What else?"

"The meaning in his poem!" Luo Wuxin's smile slowly emerged: "Mo Xiang's extraordinary achievements shocked the seaside, Tibetan bows and dogs are frequently cooked, try to see the fisherman on the river, who used to be a fighter in the battlefield... The world enjoys the achievements of the predecessors , who did the hideous thing of cooking a dog with a Tibetan bow, who is he talking about? He himself is the old... that one?"

Jun Yue's complexion changed...

Tibetan bow cooking dog!

This is very taboo, and it is even more taboo to connect with the Three Heavens.

The man of the Three Heavens had exhausted [-] hairs in the past and made great contributions to the human race. The human race lay on the comfort zone he created, removed the military palace, and framed him...

Isn't this "Tibetan bow cooking dog"?

He just entered the temple today, and he used such poems to mock the sages of the temple, so the road ahead for him...

"My lord, I've changed my mind. I don't think you should be close to him." Jun Yue grabbed Luo Wuxin's hand.

Luo Wuxin smiled lightly: "I also know that it is far more beneficial to be his opponent than to be his friend, but I am afraid that more people in the temple will classify me and him as the same kind, because I have been with him for nearly ten years. , defeated the only two examiners!"

"Defeat? Can he also defeat..."

Before Jun Yue's voice fell, Lin Su raised his fishing rod, and an arowana rose up with the rod. With a loud bang, the land of Jie Hai shook, and Li Qingquan's dragon boat broke, and he was swept into the sea of ​​Jie with a scream.

The sky was full of brilliance, and a green lotus leaf floated down, accompanied by strange lightning.

Chi!
The green lotus leaves penetrated into Lin Su's eyebrows, and Lin Su's hair stood up suddenly, as if he had received a high-voltage electric shock.

The calamity of Wen Dao still came, but instead of knocking him out of the hall, he was robbed on the high platform. After the calamity, he was given a green lotus petal, which was the super reward for defeating the examiner.

"One leaf of Qinglian, Wen Dao rewards a lot, but who knows whether it is a reward or a punishment?" Luo Wuxin muttered to himself with his face turned upside down.

With the holy light, Lin Su left the Jiejiang Jiangxin Pavilion and returned to the Yingjie Tower...

People had gone to the empty space on the first floor, and Lin Su strolled up to the second floor.

On the second floor, cigarettes are curling up. A man in white holds Yaoqin in his arms and slowly raises his head: "My name is Feng Jiuxiao, and I come from Yue Palace!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Lin Su bowed slightly.

Among the eighteen holy families in the world, if Lin Su puts them in an order, the Le family is a relatively friendly family.

Feng Wu has already become a friend.

He had also dealt with Feng Ji before, and he had a very good impression.

In addition, the people in Yuegong also have kind thoughts.

Feng Jiuxiao smiled slightly: "I have heard that brother Lin has a lot of knowledge in Le Dao, and I would like to invite you to listen to a song!"

"Brother Feng, please!"

Feng Jiuxiao put his hands together, pointed his fingers on the strings, made a rustling sound, and the smile on Lin Su's face suddenly froze...

""Song of the Quicksand"!" Li Guihan suddenly stood up, his face suddenly pale.

"It's "Song of the Quicksand"! "Song of the Quicksand" has never been a song about Taoism, but a song of war to destroy the world!" The face of the saint on the opposite side also sank: "Today's assessment is not a normal assessment. Put him to death...I want to see the Palace Master!"

She suddenly got up...

As for Lin Su, he already felt a strong murderous intent. With the sound of the other party's piano, the air around him was like sand, and quicksand was everywhere, trying to disintegrate his whole body.

The mighty power of his writing spreads all around in an instant, the first layer of protection melts into flying sand and flows away in a blink of an eye, the second layer of protection is riddled with holes, and the third layer of protection is full of cracks, quicksand has reached the center of his eyebrows, as long as it enters the center of his eyebrows, his Wenshan will be gone. Under the power of this strange holy way, it will be fragmented.

Why is this happening?

I have nothing to do with your Le family, and even formed a lot of good karma. How dare you make such a deadly move?This is no longer a war of words, this is a battle of life and death!

Through Wen Daowei's eyes, Lin Su caught Feng Jiuxiao's cold eyes and completely understood his murderous intent...

He raised his hand suddenly, and held a jade bamboo flute in his hand. The moment he held it, the skin on the back of his hand suddenly turned into flying sand...

And this terrifying scene was unknown to the outside world. The music "Song of the Quicksand" heard by the people on the corridor was extremely light and pleasing to the eye.

Only those who are in the music can truly feel the greatest crisis.

Lin Su's flute turned horizontally, and a high-pitched flute sounded suddenly...

The sound of the flute sounds like a violent wind blowing thousands of miles away...

The layers of quicksand in front of him suddenly rolled back, Lin Su seemed to be on the vast rivers and lakes, smiling at the heroes of the world...

On the attic of the promenade, the saint who was about to step into the air suddenly turned her head and stared at the second floor of the Jie Tower, her eyes were full of shock...

"Battle song?"

On Li Guihan's face, a ray of blush suddenly appeared, turning her pale color into a touching blush: "If there is anyone in the world today who can play a battle song handed down that can counter "Song of the Quicksand", no doubt It's him!"

Why is Quicksand Yin so powerful?
Because it is a battle song handed down by Le Sheng himself!
It has never been a romantic song, it is the battle technique of Le Sheng's fame!

In the old days along the Lingding Ocean, the saint of music fought against the saints from outside the territory, and the legend of defeating the saint with "Chant of Quicksand" is still being circulated in the northern land to this day. Since then, "Chant of Quicksand" has become a battle song handed down from generation to generation!
The Zhanqu is similar to the handed down Zhanqing Poetry and Zhanqing Ci, but it is performed with Lejia Zhili and Lejia Holy Artifact, and its lethality is ridiculously powerful.

Seeing that Lin Su was about to die under the war song (maybe not directly, but Wenshan was fragmented, it was not much different from dying), but Lin Su reversed it directly with a song.

Luo Wuxin, who was in the air, was startled: "The battle song handed down from generation to generation! It can actually compete with "Song of the Quicksand"..."

Jun Yue's heart was surging: "My lord, is it really a war song handed down from generation to generation? I can feel a strong flavor of the world from it, a kind of pleasure of being proud of the world, and a kind of open-mindedness that makes me feel free and unrestrained. This song...is really unbelievable." ..."

From the moment the Xiaoyao flute in Lin Su's hand blew out the first sound, the sound of the Yaoqin in Feng Jiuxiao's hand was already fragmented, and the volume of his Xiaoyao flute suddenly turned up, Feng Jiuxiao's face was as red as blood, and the Yaoqin in his hand had a few vibrato ...

The sound of the Xiaoyao flute is added!
Between the heavens and the earth, like mud and sand, the Xiaoyao flute suddenly turned silvery white...

There is a thread of blood inside like a dragon, circling back and forth...

Ka!

The five strings of the Yaoqin in Feng Jiuxiao's hand broke!

Blood dripped from his fingers, dripping on the Yaoqin, his head slowly raised, his face was pale: "This...what is this song?"

"Swordsman!" Lin Su shook his hand lightly, and retracted the Xiaoyao flute.

With a bang, the second floor of the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and Feng Jiuxiao was swept into the dust and disappeared invisible. Above the sky, a second green lotus floated down and shot into Lin Su's forehead.

Lin Su's eyes flickered, and he stared coldly at the direction where Feng Jiuxiao disappeared. (end of this chapter)