The Legend of Immortal Yun

"What? The meaning of poetry?!" The two people exclaimed, their eyes widening.

They did not expect that even poetry could contain Taoist meaning, which sounded a bit incredible.

"Hmph, you are really ignorant. The way of poetry is one of the ways of heaven. There were saints of poetry in ancient times who could embody the artistic conception in the real world by casually reciting a poem. This is extremely powerful!" Xia Kurong said.

"Ancestor, this sounds somewhat similar to the fairy mountain in Tianlai Garden that we heard at the sect meeting today. That fairy mountain was also formed because of a fairy song!" Deng Qian suddenly realized.

"That makes sense!" Yang Wenqing agreed.

Xia Kurong was startled, then suddenly realized and said anxiously: "No! Could it be that someone with poetry has entered my Xia Yang Sect?!"

"This... ancestor, I just came back from an inspection. Everything in the sect is very normal... Could it be that there are disciples in our sect who have outstanding achievements in poetry?" Yang Wenqing said.

"Oh? Then you should quickly find those disciples who are talented in poetry and ask them!"

"yes!"

Yang Wenqing took out a few talismans, carved them, and inspired them.

There are many monks in Xia Yang Clan, and there are many poetic geniuses among them, but they are distributed in various mountain peaks.

They did not expect that in the middle of the night, they would be ordered by the sect to mobilize all of them from various mountain peaks to a desert.

Looking at the hundreds of people in the darkness, some seemed to have not woken up, some were disheveled, and some looked panicked... Yang Wenqing frowned slightly, held a piece of thin silk in the air, and asked: "This poem above , which one of you did it?"

As soon as everyone saw this poem, they were immediately attracted. Many people shook their heads and started chanting, saying "good poem, good poem..."

For a long time, no one came forward to admit it.

Yang Wenqing sighed inwardly. He didn't expect that a busy night, when the sky was almost white, would be in vain.

Hidden in the darkness, Xia Kurong's face was livid, and there was a faint feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

Because, if this poem was not written by a disciple of the Xia Yang Clan, it must be an outsider. This person can actually break through the sixth-level spiritual formation, and is still in the mood to recite poems here. He is simply strolling in this great formation, no matter what No matter what, it must be a big hidden danger!

"Old Ancestor...this poem...was written by a disciple!"

A young disciple suddenly stood out from the crowd, knelt on the ground with a plop, and said loudly.

"Oh? Are you..." Yang Wenqing felt happy upon hearing this.

"Ancestor, my disciple is Piao Qifeng Pu Wen!" said the young disciple.

"Pu Wen... very good. When did you compose this poem?"

"When a disciple walked here during the day, he suddenly felt poetic, so he composed this poem!"

"I wonder if you ever saw anything unusual when you recited this poem?"

"This...disciple did not see any strange phenomena. After creating and chanting, the disciple returned to the peak!"

"That's it! Okay! From now on, you will be an elite disciple of my Xia Yang Sect. Once you enter the inner courtyard, the sect will carefully cultivate you!" Yang Wenqing announced loudly.

"Thank you, ancestor!" Pu Wen shouted in surprise and knelt down repeatedly.

When the other poetry geniuses saw this scene, they were all shocked!

They did not expect that as long as they admitted that this poem was written by themselves, they would get a precious opportunity to become an elite disciple. For such an opportunity, many people have to go through rounds of fighting from the outer courtyard to enter the top ten before they can enter the inner courtyard. In the inner courtyard, you have to fight round after round in the inner courtyard, and then enter the top ten to become an elite disciple!

This process is extremely difficult and dangerous. Many people put all their efforts into this, but it still remains out of reach.

And this Pu Wen actually only said a few words and became an elite disciple of the sect in an instant. From then on, he could enjoy the highest treatment of the sect's cultivation. It can be said that he reached the sky in one step!

Many disciples whose poetic talents were much better than Pu Wen felt as if their hearts were bleeding, because they were sure that it was impossible for Pu Wen's poetic talents to compose this poem.

If they had known this result, they would be more qualified than Pu Wen to admit it.

It's a pity that the done thing is done...

Pu Wen's eyes flashed slightly, and his heart was beating wildly. It seemed that this time he really made the right bet!

On the road to cultivation, there are not many good opportunities and they are fleeting. Many people are not prepared, and often let them slip through their fingertips, leaving nothing behind.

Although Pu Wen is an average poet, he is quite thoughtful. As soon as he came to this desert, he noticed the strange phenomena in the desert. Thinking of the poetic meaning in this poem, he already had some guesses in his mind, and he saw The leader took matters into his own hands, so he decided to take a gamble.

If he succeeds, he may get great benefits. Of course, if he fails, he may be punished, but he still has a chance to quibble, because no one here knows the origin of this poem, and he can make nonsense all the time.

However, the result was still far beyond his expectation. He did not expect to become an elite disciple in one fell swoop. This made him unable to believe that happiness really came so suddenly!

"Pu Wen, work harder in poetry from now on and become a poetry genius of my Xia Yang sect!" Yang Wenqing encouraged.

"Yes! Pu Wen... will definitely live up to the great love of his ancestors and devote all his efforts to poetry..."

"Okay! Let's all disperse!"

Yang Wenqing dismissed all these poetic geniuses, and her heart turned from gloomy to clear, because she not only found the poet, but also discovered a future leader of the poetry world in her sect, and also eliminated a question in her mind. It seems that tonight this desert The vision that appeared was not an invasion by a foreign enemy.

Just as he was about to say goodbye to Xia Kurong, he suddenly saw a letter talisman flying towards him. His face was slightly startled. He quickly picked up the sensor, and his face suddenly changed in shock!

"Not good! Ancestor!"

"Huh?" Xia Kurong responded, emerging from hiding.

"The system... there's something wrong with the system!" Yang Wenqing was so shocked that she couldn't even speak clearly.

Xia Kurong grabbed the letter talisman and sensed it, his face suddenly became ashen and as gloomy as water.

The figure flashed and flew towards the sect points exchange hall. Yang Wenqing and Deng Qian quickly followed.

…

The desert suddenly became quiet. Suddenly, a figure slowly appeared, it was Li Yun.

In the past midnight, he and Xiaoxing had completed the intrusion into the Xia Yang Clan's point exchange system and the exchange of exercises, and had collected all the Xia Yang Clan's exercises.

He conveniently plundered a batch of cultivation items in his palace and returned here.

Of course, there was a purpose for coming back, because through the skills he had just obtained, Li Yun understood that it turned out that this desert and forest were caused by Xia Kurong's practice of "Kurong Gong", so Xia Kurong's cave must be here nearby.

The treasures in the cave of a Nascent Soul monk are probably unimaginable.

As soon as I arrived here, I saw that Pu Wen, a disciple of Xia Yangmen's "Piao Qifeng", pretended to admit the poem, and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

Unexpectedly, plagiarism occurs everywhere, and it is really hard to guard against.

However, Piao Qifeng's disciple Pu Wen is really courageous. He can actually do such an amazing thing in front of the patriarch. Based on this alone, regardless of whether this poem was written by him, Xia Yang Clan gave him an elite disciple. The identity is also worth it.

Li Yun's figure was looming, flashing here quickly and searching.

Soon, he discovered the clues, because there were obvious signs of the spiritual power of the formation in a part of the forest. This formation reached the sixth level of spiritual formation, and there were several ferocious spiritual beasts guarding near the formation. .

He immediately entered Tianyun, rushed into the formation with a "swish", and sure enough, he soon saw a cave. There were two huge trees at the door, one of which was dry and gnarled, and the other was leafy. , full of vitality, with the words "Kurong Cave" written on the entrance of the cave, which is also powerful and shaped like tree roots.

"Kurong Cave...I'm coming!"

Li Yun controlled Tianyun and rushed in.

I saw that the cave was quite large, and the wood spirit energy was extremely rich and dense, making people feel full of vitality when they smell it.

"It's strange... Even if there is a forest above, it's not that big. It's impossible to have such a strong wood spiritual energy..."

Li Yun was thinking secretly, and at a glance he saw a person lying on a jade bed in the distance. It was Sui Huan, who was still unconscious.

After a brief exploration with his spiritual consciousness, he found that his body was recovering well and his broken legs had grown back. It seemed that there was such a strong wood spiritual energy in the Kurong Cave, which was of great help to him.

It's just that his brain seems to be in chaos and extremely violent. If he has his own requiem pill or golden soul liquid, he can naturally recover quickly.

"Master, it seems that they do not have the Requiem Pill or the Golden Thread Soul Liquid." Xiaoxing judged.

"Not bad, otherwise I would have fully recovered a long time ago..."

Li Yun didn't want to be a good person, not to mention that Sui Huan's purpose was to assassinate him, so he didn't need to worry about him.

He searched the cave very quickly, his expression getting more and more excited.

"Baby...baby...it's really too much!"

I saw only the finest magic weapons, spiritual weapons, elixirs, spiritual herbs, ores... as well as classics and notes... all in a dazzling array.

Although these treasures are protected by some small protective formations and are quite high-level, in Tianyun's eyes, they are just decorations. With a roll of spiritual consciousness, these treasures fly in as if they have wings.

"Eh? Magic weapon?!"

Li Yun looked to the side of the cave. There were three glazed platforms, each with a treasure inside. They were a gourd, a wooden vine and a wooden sword. They were all sparkling and eye-catching.

"Yimu gourd? Blood-eating vine? Peach wood sword?" Li Yun's eyes lit up.

Wow!

A real treasure!

According to the introduction of the treasure placed in the glazed platform, the Yimu Zun Gourd was taken from a high cliff one hundred thousand miles east of Xiayang Gate, called "Gourd Cliff". This cliff is unfathomable and there is no grass growing within tens of thousands of miles around. All vitality has been completely destroyed. This gourd absorbed it and became a natural top-grade magic weapon.

This magic weapon had a chance to become a psychic magic weapon. However, under the conditions of this world, the chance was extremely small. Moreover, Xia Kurong was also worried about an accident, so he took it into his pocket.

Naturally grown magic weapons are more natural, more powerful, and higher-level than ordinary refined magic weapons. They are the favorite things of monks.

"No wonder... the wood spirit energy in Kurong Cave is so rich and full of vitality. It turns out there is such a precious gourd..." Li Yun murmured as he felt the breath of Yi Mu Zun Gourd.

…(To be continued.)