Dangerous moves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are few descriptions of broken spirit roots in the classics. After all, most of those who have broken spirit roots don't live long, and they die early when they are teenagers and girls. But one thing is certain—looking through the classics, Li Xianyuan did not find that paragraph was written, and those who broke the spiritual root survived.

Instead of putting the last hope on the master's search for elixir, it is better to use that method.

The value of the elixir that can prolong life is unlimited. Ning Jiya is an elder of the Pure Yang Sect, so it is naturally not difficult to ask for a few, but she owes too much favor.

This place is too close to the Pure Yang Sect, and if you do that, you can't guarantee that you won't be alarmed. In the allusions, all the poems of ghosts and gods are all visions that spread for hundreds of miles and shocked the earth.

Picking up the baggage, Li Xianyuan went down the low mountain to the official road, looking for a passing carriage to carry it. Wander leisurely along the official road to the outside of the mountain.

On the way, a few more young people were pulled, with miserable expressions, all of whom were not accepted as apprentices by Chunyang. There are also those who cultivate true aspirations, they will go to find it to seek entry, and those who lose their hearts will return home and have no chance with immortals from then on.

In the evening, the carriage shook to Wensheng County, a hundred miles away from the Chunyang faction.

This place is quite famous for the ancient city. The Yellow Crane Tower by the lake is even more famous.

Li Xianyuan got off the driveway, thanked him, bought a horse in the county stable, and before he left the city, he turned back to the stable and changed it to a carriage.

I don't know if it's a broken spirit root or a busy day, he actually feels his body weak. After a few bumps on the horse's back, I get dizzy.

The county is lit up and the streets are lively. Ride in the carriage with the reins and drive the carriage out of the city.

There is a low mountain more than ten miles away, and that is the destination of Li Xianyuan's trip.

The moonlight was sprinkled, and the carriage moved forward along the official road by itself, Li Xianyuan closed his eyes and entered the Ming Hall.

The stars above his head are a little dim, and the bright hall of the Burrow is bursting with sandalwood. There is a small incense burner on the incense table in front of the statue, and the furnace is clean and free of incense ash, but there is a fragrance lingering.

I think I used it all in the third level.

Exiting the Ming Hall, Li Xianyuan stretched out his right palm, looked down at the palm, and the vision of the two words of simple suppression was not obvious.

These two words are not only effective against ghosts, but also seem to be able to suppress everything.

The hand was clenched into a fist, and the word disappeared.

An hour later, the carriage stopped at the top of the low hill and bowed its head to eat the fine grass.

The cicadas chirp and crickets chirp, and the sky full of stars is very spectacular. You can see the city lights in the distance.

After eating some dry cakes, Li Xianyuan sat on a flat stone in the open space and pondered carefully.

Poetry of Ghosts and Gods......

In this world, Wenquxing has his own judgment on poetry. Li Xianyuan thinks it is good, but it may not be recognized. The poems involving Haoran's qi will be blessed here, but Li Xianyuan doesn't remember the poems related to them. That righteous song can't be written at all.

Therefore, it can only be secondary, Li Bai's "Chivalrous Journey" can be used against the enemy, and it would be too wasteful to use it to summon immortals - Li Xianyuan is planning to write a terrifying poem as originally calculated, attracting immortals in exchange for immortality!

Mortals have seven emotions and six desires, and immortals are no exception. Especially for a long time, he is even more interested in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. A good poem is not just for mortals. Monks, demons, and immortals will all be interested.

If you want to attract immortals, you must write poems and texts that have a taste for them.

Countless poems were omitted in my mind, and the stars were shifting, and it was already night, with a thin curtain and white mist.

Li Xianyuan didn't sleep all night, sitting facing the east, until a touch of fish belly white was revealed, and the sound of birds chirping sounded in the forest.

Li Xianyuan got up, his shirt stained with dew, and it was slightly wet. Li Xianyuan got up, took out the scroll from the carriage, stretched it out on the flat stone, and took out two pieces of paperweight and pressed them on both sides.

Take the brush, grind it finely, dip the hair in thick ink, and raise your sleeves. There is a slight pause on the scroll, and the pen falls.

Whew――

Then the pen fell, a gust of wind flew abruptly, and the sea of trees rippled in circles.

It's just the wind, not a vision caused by poetry.

"In the past, people have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here. ”

"The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years. ”

wrote two sentences in one go, and Li Xianyuan stopped writing slightly.

A sense of sorrow appeared silently and condensed in my heart. Li Xianyuan's voice suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and she felt that her eyes were slightly red, and she couldn't help but fall into sadness.

The breeze is blowing, and there is a sense of autumn parting.

Suppressing the strangeness in his heart, Li Xianyuan continued to raise his pen and write.

"Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, grass and parrot island. ”

……

Wensheng County, more than ten miles away.

In the county, whether it is roadside vendors, passers-by, wandering residents, or soldiers stationed at the city gates, they suddenly feel sad in their hearts for some reason and think of the past. Or an acquaintance dies, or a white-haired person sends a black-haired person. or the parents and children have traveled for decades and have not returned, or the wife has parted. I couldn't help but burst into tears, and I cried bitterly.

The city was filled with sobbing.

Wensheng County County Ya, back hall. The magistrate wept slightly, and called the master: "Go to some excerpts to send Xinjing." Just say, just say that there may be monks' practices, or ghosts and gods in the world. ”

The master has gray sideburns and is a little old. I got a handful of snot and tears, and said bitterly: "How can the ghost and god poem ...... it?"

The magistrate is quite determined, and he once went to the corners of his eyes with tears: "So it is said that whether there is a court to judge." ”

The monks in the city were even more shocked and looked at each other. Even they can't think of sorrow for themselves.

……

After writing the third sentence, Li Xianyuan suddenly had a sudden moment, Li Wan'er, looking forward to it, holding the ink table, and standing aside obediently.

He shook his head, but he couldn't shake off the vision. On the contrary, it becomes clearer.

"Wake up!" Li Xianyuan bit the tip of his tongue, and a few drops of blood fell on the bottom of the scroll, like an inscription. The illusion around me also dissipated suddenly.

He almost fell into a heart block.

Spit out salty blood from the side of his head, Li Xianyuan raised his pen and quickly wrote the last sentence.

"Where is the sunset township? The Yanbo River makes people worried. ”

The poem "Yellow Crane Tower" is completed!

This poem was written by Cui Hao, who was born in the Tang Dynasty and had no fame in his life. It is the same period as Li Bai, Du Fu, Meng Haoran, Wang Lun and other poets. But his poem can arouse his own arrogance Li Bai After reading it, he wrote: "There is a scene in front of me, and Cui Hao's inscription poem is above." ”

If this is not a ghost poem, Li Xianyuan really can't.

When the pen fell, a huge and heroic aura suddenly rushed into the center of his eyebrows, without any pain, Li Xianyuan only felt that his consciousness suddenly opened up, and his eyebrows were hot. After Li Xianyuan went to the Pure Yang School, the hidden ink mark reappeared between the eyebrows, and the plum blossom mark that was no longer mutilated actually turned slowly, and finally merged into one, like a snake, it turned into a vertical slit from between the two eyebrows to the middle of the forehead, stagnated, and the ink marks were slightly curved, like a closed eye. The ink marks are so new that they seem to be wiped off with an outstretched hand.

Before he could savor these visions, Li Xianyuan suddenly raised his head and looked north. And in the blink of an eye, a gray-haired, white-robed, and immortal wind bone old man suddenly appeared in front of him, with tears on his face. A handful of scrolls were picked up and placed on the flat stone, and disappeared suddenly.

Li Xianyuan froze in place and blinked. Before he could do anything, the old man suddenly appeared again and grabbed Li Xianyuan's arm.

"Escape!"

I only heard a soft drink, and the flowers in front of me fell into a dead silence and darkness.