God of Taoism

  Chapter 39 Flowers are not flowers

   "You guys are too happy. If this is really the result of a thousand dreams, we won't even have time to cry now." Liu Qiancheng had a bitter look on his face.

   "How do you say that?" Bai Cangdong asked.

Liu Qiancheng smiled wryly and said: "If the stone steps were really transformed by a thousand-year dream, then there are only two possibilities, one is that the sage of Xinmeng controlled the thousand-year dream; Wisdom, turned into this endless dream stone steps. Which one do you think is more likely?"

   Zhu Feng and Ning Xue's expressions changed drastically after hearing Liu Qiancheng's words.

"Hundreds of years have passed, and it is very unlikely that the Xinmeng sage is still alive. If it is true that the Millennium Yimeng has opened up his spiritual wisdom, then we must be able to write an article that is recognized by it before we can escape. "Ning Xue said with a pale face.

"It's just an article. Don't we have great hope of getting out of trouble?" Bai Cangdong was overjoyed. His martial arts ability is indeed not very good now, but if it is an article, the brilliant literary history of thousands of years on the earth can be used by Bai Cangdong. Borrowing, things are much simpler.

"Do you really think that you are a master of literature and Taoism?" Zhu Feng said with a cold face: "The holy grade of the sage level, when it is released, the articles written must already be the holy grade in the world, and it is difficult to find a comparable one among the same type What's more, we have never seen the sacred object order of the dream of a thousand years, and we don't know what is written on it. How can we do it based on the two sentences left by the sage Xinmeng that we only know? How can an article of the same level be recognized by the Millennium Dream?"

   "That may not be impossible. The poems written by the sage Xinmeng have left the two most critical lines. As long as we make similar poems based on these, there should be nothing wrong." Bai Cangdong said.

   "What's the use of just playing lip service? If you are really capable, just write an article that can be recognized by the Millennium Dream, and let us all get out of trouble. I, Zhu Feng, will really convince you." Zhu Feng said coldly.

  Bai Cangdong didn't pay attention to Zhu Feng, but his mind was full of thoughts.

He also knew about psychic psychic relics from Bai Cangdong's previous memories. Relics above the level of sages are born with spirituality, while relics below the level of sages need some kind of opportunity to develop their own spiritual wisdom. .

  Under normal circumstances, those who can generate spiritual wisdom on their own are holy grades. It is not surprising that this sage-level holy grade can be psychic.

  What Bai Cangdong thinks is that ordinary sacred objects of the sage rank must be used by people of the same rank in order to exert their power. But the holy thing that has self-generated spiritual wisdom is different, because with spiritual wisdom, it can exert a part of its own power. Although it is not as powerful as when it is controlled by a strong person, it is a holy product of the sage rank after all. Can get its approval, let it recognize the master, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with Fang Jianhao who has just been promoted to the rank of real person.

  Thinking of this, Bai Cangdong hollowed out his head, secretly thinking about whether there is a poem that is closer to the meaning of "the only dream in a thousand years, wake up without a trace".

   "Brother Bai, among us, you have the best literary talent. Think about it carefully, can you come up with similar lines." Liu Qiancheng looked at Bai Cangdong eagerly and said.

  He himself is not good at poetry and poetry, and pins all his hopes on Bai Cangdong. After all, Bai Cangdong once even solved the name of the devil, so he should still have some skills.

  Ning Xue's eyes also looked at Bai Cangdong. She thought for a while and thought of many sentences, but none of them could match the two sentences left by Xinmeng Sage.

   "Let me give it a try." Bai Cangdong thought for a while, until he thought of a poem with such a meaning, but it still feels a little different, but up to now, he can only try it out.

   "Junior Brother Bai, have you already thought of it? Hurry up and try reading it out." Liu Qiancheng said happily.

"The east wind is not willing to enter the east gate, and the horse is still looking for the village of Sui. People are like Qiuhong who comes with a letter, and things are like a spring dream without a trace." These four sentences read by Bai Cangdong are the epitome of a poem written by Su Shi. first half.

  The poem is naturally written very well, but Bai Cangdong always feels that it is somewhat different from Xinmeng Xianren's artistic conception.

  The three of Liu Qiancheng looked at the stone steps and waited for a while but nothing happened.

"I just said, how can you come up with holy poems so easily, do you really regard him as a master of literature and Taoism?" Zhu Feng was already unhappy with Bai Cangdong in his heart, and seeing Bai Cangdong make another at this time The poem failed, and I couldn't help but sneer.

   "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, this poem is already done very well, Junior Brother Bai, think again, think again..." Liu Qiancheng kept counting on Bai Cangdong.

Ning Xue thought for a while and said: "Although I can't fully understand this poem by Junior Brother Bai, it is indeed done very well, but the artistic conception seems to be somewhat different from this poem by Xinmeng Xianren. It's not that your poem is not good , it’s just because Xinmeng Sage was originally doing it for the sacred object order of the Millennium Dream, and he has reached the extreme in this aspect, and it is too difficult to surpass him in this aspect.”

  Bai Cangdong nodded, he thought so too, touched his nose, his mind continued to spin rapidly, hoping to find another poem.

  Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Bai Cangdong's mind, and he thought of another poem.

   "This one may work." Bai Cangdong rubbed his temples, and carefully recalled the whole poem while talking.

"The sage Xinmeng has gone through countless ups and downs to create such a sacred product. Who do you think you are? Just think about it and you can come up with a poem that is comparable to the sage Xinmeng's painstaking efforts? Don't be so impetuous, no If you have made two good poems by chance, you are really a master of literature, it’s not too late to think about it, but it’s useless to write poems too quickly." Zhu Feng mocked.

"Brother Bai, don't be as knowledgeable as Zhu Feng. But this is related to our life and death, you should think about it carefully, take your time, we still have time." Liu Qiancheng also felt that Bai Cangdong was too hasty, and he just did it. It didn't take long for one song, and another one came in a blink of an eye, thrown out like garbage, where can I make a holy poem that has been passed down through the ages.

  Ning Xue also persuaded: "Brother Bai, you don't need to be so anxious, haste makes waste, let's think about it together, and then you can carefully consider it."

Ning Xue just felt that Bai Cangdong's poem just now was very good, but he couldn't get the approval of the Millennium Dream, so he was inevitably a little impetuous, and there was something wrong with his mentality, so he wrote another poem so quickly. I'm afraid I didn't think too hard about it.

"If this song doesn't work, it's useless to think about it." Bai Cangdong was telling the truth. In his memory, there are only two songs that are somewhat similar to Xinmeng Xianren's. If it doesn't work, it's nothing to think about Useful.

  But Zhu Feng and the three of them felt that Bai Cangdong was a little arrogant, as if he was saying that he would definitely succeed in this song, and if he didn't succeed in this capital, it would be useless for the three of them to think about it.

  (end of this chapter)