Great Blue Night Watchman

Even if there is really an excellent subject matter, the first half of the poem should be exposed. The first half of the poem is exposed and directly faces the Ci Zong. You need to know that the Ci Zong of Nanchu currently dreams of Ci Ci being handed down to the world - no Ci Zong of his generation has been handed down to the world. The words he wrote were written by an outsider instead. How could he feel so embarrassed? If there was a good idea in front of him, waiting for him to pass it on, how could he not seize this opportunity and go all out?

If Ci Zong completes the inheritance first, Lin Su has great ability, but it will be too late!

In an instant, the five people experienced countless turns in their hearts, and finally came to a firm understanding.

Zhang Hong nodded: "I bet!"

"Okay, this is a literary contract, sign it!" Lin Su held hands together, put the pen on the gold paper, and handed the contract in his hand to the five people. Lin Su wrote the first half of the poem first, and the others completed the second half. First of all, within two hours, if it is completed and passed down to the world...

Five people signed one by one...

Zhang Hong signed first, followed by Lu Yujing. When he was signing, a girl ran over and handed him a note, but Lu Yujing didn't even look at it and signed directly, which made Lu Youwei's face inside the gauze curtain change greatly. Brother , why do you have to jump out and go against him? Why do we have to go all the way?

All five people signed, and the contract was handed to Lin Su. When Lin Su was about to sign, Zhang Yiyu's voice came to his ears: "Have you thought about it? If you are not absolutely sure, I have a way. You can make that Zhou Tong tell the truth!"

Lin Su raised his eyes, looked at Zhang Yiyu, smiled slightly, and put down the pen. The two characters "Lin Su" announced that the contract was concluded.

These two big characters are very smooth and mean that he is in a pretty good mood.

At the Lingyun Poetry Club in Zhaixinglou, he met a group of villains, but he also unexpectedly felt Yiyu's kindness. He and her were drifting apart, but at this moment, the familiar her seemed to be back.

"The bet is done, now it's up to you!" Zhang Hong said coldly.

"Okay, then I'll write it..."

Everyone stared and gathered their energy, all staring at the tip of his pen.

How arrogant is it to write lyrics in public and claim that the words can be passed down to future generations? How exciting is it?

Zhang Haoran held the wine glass in his hand, completely forgetting that there was no wine in the glass. There was a little sweat on the tip of Zhang Yiyu's nose. For some reason, the moment he picked up the pen, she suddenly became nervous.

Inside the gauze curtain, Xie Xiaoyan's face was rosy, and she was unparalleled in beauty at this moment. Lu Youwei's face had an extremely abnormal red glow, as if she was seriously ill again, and Bi Xuanji, who was said to be immovable, stopped breathing completely...

Half of a poem directly determines everything. If the writing is too poor, even a saint will never be able to complete the poem and pass it down to the world. This is the "starting point determines the end point" in the way of poetry.

Lu Yujing, Zhang Hong and the other five people had sneers on their faces, they absolutely did not believe it! Even if he beat them cold, they would never believe that he could win this bet.

Lin Su picked up the pen and wrote it in one swipe. There were only about seven or eight characters in the pen. The golden light shone, the symbol of golden words!

After writing a line, colorful lights appear!

Everyone was shocked. They had never seen the colorful light appear before the lyrics were finished.

In the blink of an eye, the five colors turn into seven colors!

Lin Su raised his hand, and the colorful light filled the palm, and lines of large characters swept across the entire building...

"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times."

Half a poem, colorful chapter!

Everyone in the building was turned to stone.

Zhang Haoran, Zhang Yiyu, and the three women in the gauze curtain all have brilliant eyes...

The Yangtze River is rolling, big waves are crashing into the sand, and heroes are rising out of the sky, smiling at heroes from all directions. No matter how much criticism or right and wrong there is, the truth will eventually come to light, the green mountains will remain the same, and the sunset will remain the same...

This was his criticized answer!

Wang Chengcheng stared at the words in the air for a long time, his face changing. He had lectured all morning and talked about countless skills in poetry. The poem in front of him happened to be the ultimate in his ideal, and every word was like this. Ordinary, but when combined, it is a magnificent picture, with heroism, passion, philosophy, and vicissitudes of life...

Everyone was shocked by this half poem at the same time.

After a long time, Zhang Haoran sighed: "Brother Lin, this word is the same as the word at the beginning of "The Legend of White Snake", but what is its name?"

"The name of the word brand is "Linjiang Immortal"!"

"What a bold and elegant title!" Zhang Haoran said: "Since Brother Lin has written the first half of the poem, you can start writing."

Lin Sudao: "Mr. Wang might as well contact the layman of Nanchu now and ask him if this poem was written by him. If so, please make the second half public to the public. If not, you might as well make up for it. As long as the poem can be handed down to the world, It is regarded as his work and I will never sign it.”

People all over the house began to add words.

Generally speaking, once you have the first half of a poem, it is not particularly difficult to make up for the second half. At least it is much easier than coming up with a new word. Therefore, in this distanced contest between Lin Su and the layman of Nanchu, the layman of Nanchu actually took all the victory. The right time, right place and right people.

Wang Chengcheng is known as a great scholar in poetry and Taoism in Da Cang, and he has a very good relationship with the lay people of Nanchu. They are always communicating with each other at these times. At this moment, he naturally did not neglect and immediately started the Wen Dao Wanli Communication.

In a flash of light, the Nanchu layman appeared in front of Wang Chengcheng. Almost at the same time, Wang Chengcheng also stepped into another space. The two stood face to face thousands of miles apart.

"Businessman, there is a person who has written half of a poem, and the whole world is asking for the second half. He threatens that this poem can be passed down to the world. Once it is handed down, the person who fills the gap will sign it, and he will not sign it."

"Haha..." Nanchu layman smiled faintly: "What kind of crazy person can be passed down to the world at every turn?"

"You may wish to take a look and then talk." Wang Chengcheng took a step and half of the poem appeared in front of the layman of Nanchu.

Nanchu layman's eyes narrowed and he was completely stunned...

After about a quarter of an hour, Nanchu layman slowly exhaled: "Who did it?"

"Lin Su!"

Nanchu layman's eyes were full of excitement: "Just wait for me for an hour!"

He turned and disappeared.

The next moment, Nanchu layman appeared on the highest mountain top of Baijiyuan, looking up at the sunset. For half an hour, three quarters of an hour, Nanchu layman raised his hand and wrote half a poem in the sky:

"Where did a generation of heroes go? Let's talk about the autumn rain and cold weather. In the barren mountains, ancient tombs and old mountains, the road to heaven is spread out, but I am happy to meet in this world."

In line with the first half of the picture, Nanchu layman stared closely at the gold paper in front of him. The seven-colored light on the gold paper was changing, and finally appeared in five colors.

Colorful words!

It reached the highest point of his poetry, but the Nanchu layman's heart was as cold as water. The first half of the poem was already colorful, and he forced to continue the second half, but it turned into five colors. What does this mean? It shows that his subsequent lyrics have lowered the standard of the entire poem!

Come again!

It was said to be an hour, but when it was close to two hours, Nanchu layman exhausted all his brain cells and could only barely bring the Ci to Qicai, which could not be handed down to the world no matter what.

At nearly two hours, Wang Chengcheng, who had been waiting so hard, finally arrived at the Nanchu layman. The Nanchu layman gave him half of a poem and told him an answer. This poem is a colorful poem and cannot be passed down to the world.

When Wang Chengcheng saw the poems written by the layman from Nanchu, he was convinced that he was indeed a great poet. The second half of the poem was seamlessly connected and the momentum was consistent...

Thanks! Return to the Star Building.

Upstairs in Star Reaching, Shi Lu had just passed two hours.

"time up!"

The whole building is full of talented people writing lyrics, most of them are silver-colored poems, and a few are golden-light poems, including Qiu Zixiu, who has written two colorful poems, and the second half of the poem is just golden-light poems. Facts have proved that he also did not Not good at this kind of words, he is better at ethereal words and poems.

From a student's perspective, being able to write a white light poem is something to be proud of, let alone a silver light or golden light poem? Today they all wrote about light, which in theory should be a happy situation for everyone, but everyone was dejected because the first half of the poem was colorful, and they added their own, turning it into silver and golden light, which seriously lowered the quality of the entire poem. level, this is a heavy setback for them!

The appearance of Wang Chengcheng injected something called excitement into the others.

Is the Ci sect continued?

Has it been handed down from generation to generation?

Wang Chengcheng said: "The layman of Nanchu has continued his lyrics, please take a look!"

As soon as his words came out, the colorful light filled the sky and the earth, three points thicker than before...

"The rolling water of the Yangtze River passes eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. Where do the heroes of this generation go? Let's talk about the autumn rain and the sycamores, the ancient tombs in the barren mountains, the supreme way of integration, partial Happy to meet you in this world."

"Good! Good words!" Everyone was excited at the same time.

"Where did a generation of heroes go? How heroic and lonely? Let's talk about Qiu Yu Wutong, but how sad it is. It is completely consistent with the first half of the poem."

"Is it confirmed now? This half of the poem "屼" was stolen from a layman from Nanchu!" Zhang Hong said sternly.

Lin Su laughed...

Zhang Haoran's heart almost stopped beating. What do you mean?

Lin Sudao: "It was originally a heroic and open-minded poem, but he forcibly changed it into desolation and loneliness, and completely lost the open-minded theme, so it cannot be passed down to the world!"

"The layman of Nanchu said that this is a colorful poem..." Wang Chengcheng said.

Lin Su sneered: "Mr. Wang, you are also a member of Da Cang, do you really hope that I will not be able to continue, so that all the students of Da Cang will look up to the ancient country of Nanyang, then you will be satisfied?"

Pick up the pen!

"The rolling water of the Yangtze River passes eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone, but the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, and happily meet each other with a cup of turbid wine. So many things in ancient and modern times, It’s all a joke!”

As soon as the pen fell, the colorful glow suddenly faded away. On the star-picking tower, there were thousands of blue lights, and lotus flowers bloomed...

Zhang Haoran jumped up: "Legendary! The light of the passed down!"

Zhang Yiyu's always calm face suddenly bloomed with red clouds...

Within the gauze curtain, Xie Xiaoyan jumped up suddenly, Bi Xuanji's eyes were as bright as autumn water, staring at Lin Su intently, while Lu Youwei groaned softly and fell softly on Bi Xuanji's shoulder, her eyes full of tears...

The green lotus blossomed, seemingly with endless joy. Lin Su stared at the green lotus and seemed to feel the joy of the temple. In these two hours, countless people in the world wrote this Linjiang Immortal poem. The gold paper was submitted to the temple for review. Finally, the temple got the most perfect answer, which was the second half of the poem that Lin Su himself composed.

If a word passed down from generation to generation has life, at this moment, the word has a soul.

The holy voice spreads hundreds of miles: "The new word "Linjiang Immortal" passed down from generation to generation, the rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves wash away the heroes, right and wrong, success and failure turn around, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river, I am used to looking at the autumn moon and the spring breeze and happily meeting each other over a glass of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all laughed at! The lyricist is Da Cang Lin Su!"

Looking at the green lotus in the sky in the dark night, my eyes are full of tears.

In the Qu Mansion, Lu Yi and Sister Chen hugged each other tightly. Lin Jialiang and Qu Zhe were looking up at the direction of Zhaixing Tower and shouting at the same time. The old man of the Qu family jumped up and climbed into the sky, as if he wanted to set foot on Qingyun Road.

Above the Golden Palace, the emperor also looked into the distance, his expression changing...

In Baijiyuan, the ancient country of Nanyang, a layman from Nanchu stared blankly at the words coming from the image, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out...

Students from the three floors below the Star Reaching Building jumped into the sky and looked at the fifth floor from the windows.

On the fifth floor, five people had pale faces and were trembling all over.

The legendary Qingci reappeared, and they lost the bet that they could never lose. This loss cost them half their lives!

The green light withdrew and shot into Lin Su's body. Suddenly, a green sapling appeared on his Wen Mountain, and the holy voice came into his mind: "The word has been passed down to the world, and I will give you the 'Rejuvenation Sapling'!"

Words passed down from generation to generation come with generous rewards. The last time Lin Su wrote about the Sapphire Case, he was given the Thousand Degree Pupil. This pupil technique is extremely mysterious. Everything in the world seems to appear in his eyes.

This time, what was the rejuvenation seedling he received as a gift? Lin Suwengen explored it and interpreted its magical function.

Rejuvenation Seedling, which means rejuvenation with a wonderful hand, has extremely bizarre and terrifying effects. Firstly, if he uses the power of Wen Dao to fight, his recovery speed will be ten times that of others. Secondly, he can cure diseases, whether external injuries, internal injuries or poisonous injuries, he can cure them all, and the effect is extremely exaggerated.

Lin Su's first thought was Sister Chen. Can Sister Chen's leg be cured?

This thought made him excited, and he couldn't wait to go home immediately and try it on Sister Chen.

"Brother Lin, congratulations!" Zhang Haoran beamed with joy.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang!" Lin Su smiled brightly and turned to Zhang Yiyu: "Yiyu, you are also very cute today."

Zhang Yiyu was smiling at first, but as soon as she heard these words, she immediately gritted her teeth. If you are cute today, does that mean you were not cute before? I'm cute when I help you, right?

Lin Su stopped messing with her and turned to Mr. Huo and his companions: "I wonder who the two young masters are..."

"Youzhou Huo Qi!" Mr. Huo greeted him.

Another young master also greeted him and said, "Li Yangxin from Lanzhou is lucky enough to meet a great talent today!"

Lin Su bowed deeply: "I have to meet two young masters today. Lin Su is lucky enough to have time. You might as well come to the place where I am staying and talk about it."

"Brother Lin is staying at someone else's house. It's inconvenient for us to visit. How about we go to the Western Mountain to enjoy the flowers during Qingming Festival?"

Tomb Sweeping Day, three days left!

The peach blossoms in Xishan are most beautiful during the Qingming Festival. They slowly wither after the Qingming Festival. Therefore, the Qingming Festival is the best time to enjoy flowers in Xishan.

Lin Su nodded: "Okay! Brother Zhang, let's come too!"

Zhang Haoran said: "When the time comes, bring a bottle of Spring Tears and a jar of Grade-A Baiyunbian to each of us!"

"As a grown man, you keep asking for spring tears. Are you turning a T? I'm leaving!"

Lin Su turned around and went downstairs. Zhang Haoran stalked after him: "Wait a minute, you haven't agreed yet..."

"Ten bottles of spring tears per person, ten altars beside white clouds, that's it!"

"keep your word!"

"What a big deal, who are you looking down on? You can insult my character, but you can't insult my financial resources..."

The two people's voices faded away, and a bunch of people on the fifth floor were stunned.