Great Blue Night Watchman

All the golden lists of the Nine Kingdoms and Thirteen States simultaneously turned into the color of the eternal blue sky, and lines of words appeared on them...

"The Sapphire Case. New Year's Eve..."

The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and even blows them down. Stars are like rain, BMWs and cars are fragrant all over the road, phoenix flutes sound, jade pots turn with light, and fish and dragons dance all night. Moths are like golden wisps of snow and willows, and laughter is filled with dark fragrance. I have searched for him thousands of times in the crowd. Suddenly I look back, but that person is there, in the dimly lit place. "

Lotus flowers bloomed all over the sky at the same time, and the sky was like a mirage. The bustling streets, endless crowds, the stars were like water, and the lights were dim. Some people looked at the moon from high buildings, and some people looked back on the street. They smiled brightly, captivating the country and the city. A sense of festive joy came from this look back. Suddenly it means so much...

"The crowd searched for him a thousand times, but when I suddenly looked back, that person was there in the dim light..." Zhou Yueru recited softly, and tears appeared in the corners of her eyes at some point.

In the capital, Zhang Yiyu recited this sentence and looked south involuntarily.

On the outskirts of the capital, a beautiful woman looked up at the sky and said softly: "The feeling I had that day reappeared. Who can see my mind from thousands of miles away? Today, you should tell me who he is, right?"

The lotus flowers in the sky were collected and turned into four big characters below the sapphire case:

Da Cang, Lin Su!

Da Cang?

The entire Da Cang Kingdom suddenly boiled. Ci poems handed down from ancient times, the highest glory of Ci, fell on Da Cang. They overshadowed the country where the Ci sect was located: the ancient Nanyang Kingdom. They also overshadowed the legendary holy land of poetry: the Southwest Buddhist Kingdom.

Lin Su?

Which Lin Su?

In front of the Quzhou Confucian Temple, everyone's eyes were focused on it. Is it him? How can it be? He didn't know what the word was before the scientific examination. It must be the same name...

The light on the gold list disappeared and turned into a green light that shot towards Lin Su. A line of big characters appeared above Lin Su's literary circle: "People have been searching for him for thousands of times, so I will give you the 'Thousand Degrees' Eyes!"

Thousand-degree pupil?

what? A golden thread suddenly separated from the literary world and shot into his pupils. His eyes hurt slightly, and a strange feeling suddenly emerged in his heart...

The whole place was in an uproar!

Lin Su, this is Lin Su!

He has been imbued with Holy Light, which naturally represents his identity!

Lin Jialiang's face was red, he raised his brother's hand high, unable to say a word.

Ci Zong, only he knew, was his brother.

The glory of the Ci sect is a double-edged sword. He dare not reveal the slightest bit. But today, Sandi's poem has directly surpassed the pioneering Ci work of that day and has become a ci that has been handed down from generation to generation. It has been announced to the world by the saints. He wants to tell the world. In the world, his third brother is the Ci Sect! His achievements are unparalleled!

Even though he had thousands of words in his heart, he still held it back...

Lin Su slowly opened his eyes, looked away from his second brother's face, and shot into the distance. What did he see?

In the Yangtze River a mile away, every drop of water seemed to change its shape in his eyes. A drop of water seemed to be able to glimpse a whole new world. A leaf, he seemed to see through the entire autumn. He understood the eyes of his second brother, and the eyes of countless people around him. He understood all the eyes, and he even saw the invisible curtain wall surrounding the Confucian Temple...

This is the "Thousand Degrees of Eyes"!

Thousands of degrees, the world has been deciphered to thousands of degrees, I can see it with one glance!

This is the reward brought to him by the words passed down from generation to generation. Isn't this reward too expensive?

Lin Su's heart was beating wildly. He had heard someone say that there are rewards for masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. He didn't expect such a huge reward...

Zhou Yueru fell down on the courtyard wall, was it him?

Zhou Shuang jumped up on the boat: "Brother-in-law..."

Xiaojiu jumped eight feet high in the rental house: "Did you see it? This is the poem he wrote for me. He searched for me thousands of times. That day, he turned around under the Bishui Sect Mountain and happened to see me. I was holding a lamp……"

Green Yi said in confusion, "Why is he going to Bishui Sect in the middle of the night?"

"Who said he went there in the middle of the night? During the day..."

"Why do you hold the lamp during the day..."

Xiaojiu was angry: "Get up, I stopped taking medicine..."

In the capital, Zhang Yiyu looked at the sky infatuatedly, searching hundreds of times for him. Who are you looking for...? Night... night... I have practiced flying knives with you for several nights, is it me?

On the outskirts of the capital, the beautiful woman stared outside the courtyard wall and murmured to herself: Lin Su! What kind of person is this?

…

In Haining, Magistrate Yang, who was looking up at the official seal, suddenly raised his hand and poured the white cloud edge in his hand into his mouth: "Come, prepare a sedan, and go to the Lin Mansion to announce the good news!"

The subordinates were startled: "Sir, are you going in person?"

"Of course! Hero of the Great Cang, I will treat you as a great gift to see you!"

…

Not to mention the Lin Mansion happily paying homage to their ancestors, in front of the Huichang Confucian Temple, a group of students had different expressions.

Lin Jialiang, a mature and prudent man, showed his emotions and anger most clearly today and lost his composure.

Zeng Shigui was the only one who was truly happy for Lin Su.

On the outside, all the ladies in his family were smiling from ear to ear.

Lin Su, on the other hand, was very indifferent and just told the students participating in the gambling: Do you still have your banknotes with you? If there is, please hand it over on the spot. If not, it doesn’t matter. It will be delivered to the yard where I rent tomorrow. No one else knows about the yard. Zhou Liangcheng knows, so everyone just comes with him.

In one sentence, Zhou Liangcheng almost went berserk.

It’s a win-win situation for the Lin brothers today.

The rest of the people lost and won - the losers were bets and the winners were winners.

Only he is a loser.

On the one hand, I failed to pass the examination and failed.

On the other hand, he also lost the bet.

Now, this bastard still dares to mention renting a yard, which rubs a pinch of salt into his wound and rubs it hard at the same time.

I think back to that day, when the Lin brothers entered the city, a group of students showed their talents and promoted the method of healing people. They were so high-spirited that everything seemed to be in the palm of their hands. However, in just ten days, everything turned upside down, and the people who were suppressed by them in every possible way were , became Huiyuan, became a legend in the world of poetry, and became a hero of Da Cang, but they were completely defeated.

From then on, he, Zhou Liangcheng, was no longer in the same world as them...

All hope is lost, is he the one you are talking about?

With a flash of golden light, 90% of the candidates in the field were eliminated, and all those who failed were eliminated, leaving only 200 people.

"Ciwenshan!"

The watchman at the Confucian Temple said three words, and he disappeared. At the last moment of disappearing, he took a deep look at Lin Su...

"Third brother, remember what second brother said, you must try your best to seize the purple mountain or gold mountain."

The literary world is divided into seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, with purple being the highest.

Wenshan has eight colors. In addition to these seven colors, there is also the legendary and mysterious Jinshan.

Those who own Jinshan must be a literary giant of the generation.

Of course, most people cannot get Jinshan, but it is possible for Third Brother...

On top of the stone tablet, 200 gold pages suddenly flew out. The golden pages fell at the feet of 200 test subjects. Each of the test subjects stepped on one, and the golden pages rose into the sky and went straight into the sky.

Lin Su's nine-faced literary world was shocked at the same time. The poems, chapters, and military tactics he wrote all turned into a mysterious force that extended to the golden page, firmly stabilizing himself.

Winning Wenshan does not rely on ranking, but mainly depends on the deep foundation of Wen Dao. All your Wen Dao achievements will become your strength. With these, you can experience strong winds, thunder and lightning, and heavy rains in the sky, and send yourself to higher places. , the higher you stand, the higher Wenshan’s rank is.

After rising to a height of ten miles, Wenshan began to appear all around. The hills were suspended in the air, all red, and occasionally orange, also with red.

The golden pages under Zeng Shigui's feet were shaky, but his face was full of perseverance. He was from a lower background than others. He didn't have as many classics as others, and he didn't have many famous teachers on his way. He just relied on his perseverance to persevere. Having come this far, he wants to pick up a better Wenshan!

"Brother Zeng, can you hold on?" Lin Jialiang asked next to him.

"Brother Lin, don't be distracted, just go up..." Zeng Shigui gritted his teeth.

"I'll accompany you!" Lin Jialiang's rise became even slower, and he was even underneath Zeng Shigui. If Zeng Shigui fell, he could still block him.

Zeng Shigui above suddenly burst into tears. From this moment on, he vowed to live and die with the Lin brothers.

They continued to rise, crossing the orange zone, entering the yellow zone, and finally advanced into the green zone!

"Brother Lin, this little brother can only go so far!" Zeng Shigui bravely jumped up and stepped onto a green mountain. With this step, the mountain directly turned into nothingness and merged into his body. Zeng Shigui slowly descended, He completed his Wenshan scramble and captured the green top-grade Wenshan, exceeding his initial expectations.

Lin Jialiang passed the green area and entered the cyan area. Logically speaking, he could only pick the cyan area, but today, he suddenly felt that his literary world was still very stable, and the connection between the words and strategies he had written and the golden page at his feet was still there. It was very tight, and he wanted to continue rushing upward.

The wind was blowing hard, and he struggled to control it...

With a bang, Zhao Ji rolled down next to him and fell downwards. In the blink of an eye, he slid through the cyan area, the green area... A mountain of mountains in the orange area took the initiative to meet him and merged into his body. Zhao Ji's expression suddenly changed.

If he only wanted to capture Wenshan in the cyan area, he would be able to capture it. However, he was a little too ambitious and only thought about the blue area. As a result, he was knocked over by the strong wind and only gained an orange mountain. This level was a hundred and eighty thousand different from Qingshan. , and there is absolutely no way to change it.

This is Wenshan's cruelty.

You can take risks and climb higher, but you have to bear the price of failure.

Once you succeed, you're done.

Once you fail, you will not be without Wenshan. You will always be assigned a Wenshan. However, the one assigned to you is often two or three major levels lower than what you can obtain based on your actual level.

He failed!

The main reason is that he is not willing to lose to the Lin brothers. Lin Jialiang is still rushing forward. He doesn't want to give in. This is good. People who don't want to give in will end up with a rubbish literary reputation.

The heavy rain in the green area made the golden pages under Lin Jialiang's feet keep falling. Lin Jialiang concentrated all his energy, stabilized his body, and worked hard to move up, bit by bit, inch by inch, just when a bolt of lightning struck from the purple area, He suddenly turned over and stepped on the mountain at the top of the blue area.

This Wenshan Mountain is blue with deep purple.

Blue high-grade Wenshan!

A crystal clear mountain of literature appeared on his literary world. Lin Jialiang couldn't believe it. I...can actually harvest a blue mountain of top-grade literature?

You need to know that in the entire Quzhou, the number of people who can seize such Wenshan is only five fingers in each session!

What about this time?

He raised his eyes and looked into the sky. Electricity was rolling in the sky. In the electric current, there were only four figures, Qiu Zixiu, Fu Xiaochun, Du Zhou, and his third brother Lin Su!

Du Zhou? Du Zhou also dared to attack Purple Wenshan? Aren't you afraid of ending up like Zhao Ji?

With a bang, a string of electric current hit Du Zhou. He screamed and rolled down, quickly crossing the blue area, cyan area, green area, and an orange mountain below took the initiative to meet him.

"No..." Du Zhou roared angrily...

He and Zhao Ji became brothers in need.

Fu Xiaochun let out a long laugh, stepped on the top of the Purple Wen Mountain, and successfully obtained the Purple Wen Mountain. The electric current hit the top of his head, but the smile still remained on his face.

And Qiu Zixiu suddenly shot out of the electric current, passed in front of Lin Su, and fixed his foot on the purple mountain at the top. A signature smile appeared on his face: "Brother Lin, I'm sorry for this fight. I am no longer humble." .”

He occupies the largest mountain of Purple Wenshan.

Lin Su smiled slightly: "Say it as if you have given up on me before."

"So this time you accept the concession?" Qiu Zixiu smiled even more happily.

"Purple Zone, if you want to play, just play happily, I won't compete with you!" Lin Su looked at the sky from a distance: "The scenery above is the one I want!"

"Above, hehe..." Qiu Zixiu chuckled, blended into Wenshan, and landed slowly.

There may be sky above, but that is a forbidden realm. Even if Qiu Zixiu still has the strength to spare, he may choose the largest purple mountain and not want to peek into the secret realm of the Nine Heavens.

Because all high-level people have said that you must never be greedy. Once the Nine Heavens Secret Realm and the Nine Heavens Gale are swept away, people will lose their sanity. In the end, you can only wait for the most rubbish Wenshan to take the initiative to welcome you.

Only people like Lin Su with insufficient family background do not know this taboo.

OK, here you go!

As soon as you step on it, your garbage mountain will become a permanent drag on you, and you will no longer be a genius.

In a hundred-mile race, you lead the first fifty miles, but the next fifty miles will be your nightmare.

Lin Su controlled the golden page and rose again. Ten miles, twenty miles, thirty miles, there was no Wenshan Mountain, not even one!

Lin Su raised his eyes and looked at the sky. Thousand Degree Eyes told him that there was golden light hundreds of miles away above.

Jinshan! The legendary Jinshan!

Lin Su concentrated all his energy and firmly controlled the golden page under his feet. Suddenly, a strong wind blew violently. This strong wind was completely different from the ordinary wind. Together with the wind, it penetrated his whole body. Lin Su suddenly felt the true energy in his Dantian. , the connection between the literary world seemed to be blown away at once.

At this moment, something suddenly lit up in his brain.

The legendary poem he had just written suddenly flipped open, and he was connected to the golden page again, but he was also frightened into a cold sweat. In just an instant, he fell ten miles!

horrible!

Lin Su stabilized his body again and struck again, reaching the place where he was blown away just now. This time he took a deep breath and locked the connections in his body tightly. The strong wind blew and the pain was bone-chilling, but his golden page remained After stabilizing, he rose another ten miles, and another stronger wind blew. Lin Su mobilized his war poems, and his whole body was like an unsheathed sword, breaking through forcefully.

Another ten miles later, a third wave of stronger wind blew, and Lin Su felt cold inside.