I Turned Out To Be a Peerless Expert

　　 The stone piano was placed in front of the small temple.

　　 Everyone leaned in front of the small temple, and outside was the slanting wind and cold rain.

　　 Shiqin was quickly struck by raindrops.

　　 At first, the sound was very ordinary, as if it were the scattered and messy noises of water droplets hitting it, like a water tank placed in the courtyard during heavy rain, but in the mess, there was a harmonious tranquility.

　　 At this time, there is nothing but Kongming.

　　 The lonely poem echoes in the world.

　　 No one cares about the name of this poem, because they have seen the empty world in the rhythm.

　　 Afterwards, Shiqin's tone stone got wet, and the sound became clearer. More and more small voices appeared, starting from nothing, from simple to complex.

　　 Everyone seemed to see different sights in this quiet world.

　　 Above the blue water, white clouds appeared.

　　 Under the white clouds, is the vast land.

　　 It is vast and quiet.

　　 There are three more sound stones, blown by the wind, they make a long sound, like a Wang Qingquan scratching his heart.

　　Between the blue water and the clouds, countless creatures grew up from nothing, slowly growing in this green sky. There are many of them, even the three sages have never heard of.

　　 Some can soar up to ninety thousand miles, and the mountains and rivers are dumped at every turn, the brilliance is comparable to that of the sun, and the exhalation is the wind swept through thousands of miles.

　　 There are also extremely tiny creatures, growing stronger and stronger as they thrive.

　　 Mountains, plains, rivers, and even the sky began to have their figures, and majestic cities rose from the ground.

　　 Next came unprecedented prosperity.

　　 The two Uncle Cao's uncontrollable enthusiasm and obsession in the constant changes of the sky and the earth are mixed with the reverence of the mountain.

　　 After hearing the loud sound for a long time, I finally got what I wanted to see today.

　　 Tang Hanjin saw this world composed of poems and took a deep breath.

　　 This is a blend of melody and poetry, this is the pinnacle of Taoist rhyme.

　　 Compared with the Four Seasons Road, it is far worse.

　　 Su Lingyin tapped her chin with her white onion fingers, seeming to be intoxicated by the beauty that is hard to describe in words.

　　 She squinted her eyes slightly, quietly looking at the sound of watching the rain ahead.

　　 In his black and white eyes, there was a reflection of the handsome man with ordinary clothes, but with a blank gaze.

　　 This figure is unique in the world, sit and watch everything surging.

　　 Suddenly, the rhythm of the movement became more and more turbulent.

　　 The earth trembled like a giant's heart, the color suddenly changed from clear to black and red, and countless stars changed their directions rapidly.

　　 Lightning and thunder, flint splashing.

　　 The calamity of heaven and earth has come.

　　 Everything was beaten back to its original form.

　　 But this time, there is something more between heaven and earth.

　　Dark night and day.

　　 A powerful **** in the mountains and lakes.

　　 Their power is getting bigger and bigger, and even this seemingly boundless world is no longer sufficient.

　　 Then, the war broke out.

　　 The earth is shattering, the sky is collapsing, and countless unimaginable groups have been annihilated.

　　 So, the world began to recover after extinction.

　　The human race appeared.

　　 is Mr. Li’s poem that has been famous throughout the ages. It has become the main melody between heaven and earth.

　　 Other poetry ensemble also resounded powerfully.

　　 Finally, Wan Lai was completely silent.

　　 Back to the monotonous sound of wind and rain, pattering.

　　 A gentle and calm voice came from the sound of wind and rain:

　　 "But the breeze on the river, and the bright moon in the mountains, can be heard by ears and become sound, and they can be beautiful by seeing them, and they can be used without restraint and inexhaustible use."

This sentence of 　　 completes this song.

　　 Li Xuan moved Shi Qin back from outside and was very satisfied with this work.

　　 Just put it outside, the music played by Raindrop and Fenger is so good.

　　 Then he looked back for Chang Xiaoyu, took the fairy stick, put it on it and turned on the vibration mode...

　　 absolutely.

The three sages in the 　　 field all benefited immensely from it.

　　 "It turns out that this is called poetry and poetry. I have been taught, and I am lucky enough to listen to this song."

　　 Tang Hanjin looked at the Four Seasons Road outside, his eyes full of mixed light.

　　 "I used to have a deviation in my understanding of heaven and earth, thank you for your advice today."

　　 Cao Tian Fuxiu got up and saluted.

　　 Cao Tu also looked at his older brother, then turned around and came: "Me too!"

　　 "Listen to a song by the Lord, and win the battle for a hundred years."

"me too!"

　　 The three of them are really useful, not only for perception.

　　The most important thing is that even the emptiness of the soul has recovered a little!

　　 Although it's not a lot, I don't know how long it will be to return to the top, but this thread is also precious and represents hope.

　　 If the incense of Wendao is not flourishing, and the mind is not completely extinguished, it is considered good, so don't talk about restoring strength.

　　 ‘Uncle Tuye is indeed as dark as Zhang Fei...’ Li Xuan complained in his heart, but said politely: "If you like this thing, I will give it to you."

　　 Well, he just said this casually.

　　 "I have received too much benefit from the half-teacher today. This stone piano is so valuable, so forget it."

　　 Tang Hanjin was the first to refuse.

　　 This thing can be said to be a supreme treasure to him, but Lao Tang is a persistent person, this food...not fragrant!

　　 In short, his attitude is still very upright, you must not give it to me, he gave me the appearance of a gentleman who is anxious with you.

　　 "Um...I don't know when I will be able to repay the husband."

　　 Cao Tian also shook his head.

　　 ‘Well, it seems that these two are quite polite...’ Li Xuan is very satisfied, and it’s comfortable to talk to people with integrity.

　　 At this time, a discordant voice came from nearby.

　　 "Really give it away? The old man is disrespectful!"

　　 Cao Tu smiled, rubbing his hands and getting up from the ground.

　　 smiled and leaned close to Shiqin, and started stroking with his face full of intoxication...

　　 Li Xuan's smile froze.

　　 Forget, Cao Tu is also an uncle who doesn't want Bilian very much.

　　 You dare to give it, he really dare to ask.

　　Mom, it's sloppy.

　　 "Old Piff, take your dirty hands away!"

　　 Tang Hanjin hesitated for a moment, then put down his skin and said loudly.

　　 What's so special? The food is not fragrant, but the stomach is full!

　　 "Poor sour ghost, where is your literati style?"

　　 Cao Tu also took a sip, and sarcastically said: "Just gave it to you, you said so loudly no, everyone present heard it, and now what are you so anxious about?"

　　 "Not everyone is like you."

　　 Tang Hanjin snorted, "Don't you know the courtesy, righteousness, and shame? How can a half-teacher give away like a hungry tiger rushing for food, and moderation is the style of a gentleman."

　　 "hypocritical, bah!"

　　 Cao Tu also rolled his eyes, "You can't get hot food even if you eat shi."

　　 "Old Piff, you dare to insult me ​​like this!"

　　 Tang Hanjin breathed fire with his eyes, and his sleeve robe curled his hands on his back.

　　 "Eh, what are you doing?"

　　 Cao Tu also shrank his neck, and said: "The gentleman speaks but doesn't move his hands. It's a big deal, let's take turns."

　　 Really fight, Tang Hanjin is still a bit more powerful, because the previous town and country poems, and even a famous poetry, are all poems, and his mind is the strongest now.

　　 "Okay, stop fighting between the two of you, let the husband see the joke."

　　 Cao Tian gave a light cough.

"I want too......"

　　Su Lingyin pursed her lips and pulled off Li Xuan's sleeve with her little hand.

　　Looking at those innocent big eyes, Li Xuan shot an arrow in his heart, and said without thinking: "It's okay, I'll make you a trumpet when I look back, and I promise to be more beautiful than this."

"Thank you, sir."

　　 Su Lingyin laughed, two small dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.

　　 "Ahem..."

　　 Li Xuan waved his hand helplessly: "Anyway, you all stay in a Confucian Temple. Who holds it is not the same?"

　　 Hearing this, the three of them were stunned.

　　 It seems, the same is true.

　　 This thing that can pass the road can't be used every day, it needs time to digest the income.

　　 Li Xuan looked at the three of them with joy and nodded slightly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was almost time.

　　 Although these three may not have high cultivation bases, after all, they have been in this literary world for a long time, so they should know a little bit.

　　 He asked sternly: "You know, if you don't have a literary palace, how can you get it the day after tomorrow?"

　　 Tang Hanjin was taken aback.

　　Sir, you should know about this kind of thing.

　　 Anyone who has experienced the Great Tribulation should know this.

　　 Once, all literary palaces were bestowed by Wenquxing, and Confucian students cultivated their talents, condensing literary courage, literary mind, and even literary dao.

　　 But after Wenquxing disappeared, there are only two ways to get Wen Gong.

　　 One, Confucian scholars in the upper realm are reincarnated, and they will carry Su Hui.

　　 This Su Hui does not know all the original memories, but is unimaginably sensitive to Confucianism and Taoism. Once he enters the practice, he will naturally awaken to the literary palace.

　　Second, accept the heritage of other people's literary ways and open the literary palace. These literary palaces will practice very quickly in a certain way, but the disadvantages are obvious.

　　 Those who pass on will be fettered by cultivation and even thinking.

What Mr. 　　 asked, it should be something other than these two...

　　 Tang Hanjin thought hard and thought, "If you are born with no literary palace, but you have a brilliant literary talent, you can take advantage of the clear and turbid qi of the world, plus the literary, Taoist and Qi Yun, to condense the literary palace in your body.

　　 He said, but shook his head again, and said: "This is a very difficult one. Without Wenquxing's guidance, it would be difficult to even ignite talents. Through the ages, I have never heard of anyone who can do it."

　　 "That's it."

　　 Li Xuan nodded.