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This square is vast and boundless, and it is the widest flat land in the entire Shenzhou Empire, which can accommodate tens of billions of people. (Ran Library (7764))

Wen Jinghai, who was once known as the world's first genius, has chanted poems in this vast square!

The spring trembles around the crescent moon and ripples slightly, and the shadow is quiet and washes the blue face.

Seeing the autumn wind lead to the fragrance of dust, I want to try the long sky with the sword!

Just two sentences of "Asking the Question" are still engraved on the stone pillars of the square, and they have been observed by the crowd!

Wen Jinghai is known as the world's first talent, not only outstanding in writing, but also intimidating in martial arts. As early as fifty years ago, it was rumored that he was already the supreme emperor powerhouse of the peak realm, and he was one step away from the existence of the holy throne.

He has been writing this poem for a hundred years, and it is said that so far, no one has fully understood the "Poem of Asking the Dao". Jiang Li led everyone to the Mythical Square of the Middle Palace, and suddenly found that the entire square was endless, densely packed with people.

The sounds were chaotic and noisy.

'Shenzhou Dabi', the centennial grand ceremony of the Shenzhou Empire. If the last time the seven colleges of the Shenzhou Empire enrolled students at the same time, it was the younger generation who were excited, then the 'Shenzhou Dabi' would make people crazy.

Once you can enter a thousand, you can get the vigorous cultivation of the dynasty! This is a good thing that everyone dreams of.

"Let's go."

Jiang Li shook his head and led everyone to the proper name waiting area in the corner of the square.

He was a high-ranking Ling Tian King, and when the emperor arranged the Divine Ladder rooftop, he still prepared a place for him.

"Huh? This poem? ”

When passing by a huge stone pillar in the square, Jiang Li was attracted by the verses of the quilt.

"Ask the Verse!"

"The spring trembles around the crescent moon, and the shadow is quiet and washes the blue face."

"Seeing the autumn wind lead to the dust and incense, I want to try the sword blade for a long time!"

Jiang Li muttered the poem on the stone pillar in his mouth, this is the "Poem of Asking the Dao" depicted by Wen Jinghai, the world's first genius!

Who is the glory of life, extinction for a while, and the bones buried for a thousand years?

Who is in the stars shifting, the vicissitudes of life, after years of cultivation, the ghostly light is scorching and immortal!

Who is it that has been dissolved between heaven and earth for hundreds of millions of years, stripped of prosperity, silenced, and feathered into red dust!

Who is the sword, frost, snow and rain for thousands of generations, and the iron bones are still there today, let me rot and immortal to cast a strange legend?!

Carry a thousand rolls of love silk to your heart; Carry thousands of sorrows in the bosom; Bear the souls of thousands of living beings; Burdened with pain and pain, I went into hiding!

"What a powerful poetry, huh? Is this poem asking? Or is it intercession? ”

Jiang Li's eyes were bright, and he couldn't understand it, as if he saw the person who wrote this poem standing not far in front of him, arrogant and sad.

The evening breeze is chilly, and the leaves are yellow.

The whispering lotus hurts herself, and the warmth is still cold at first.

The empty fragrance is circuitous, and he used to be happy with his wife.

This month, he wandered alone, urging Jiao Yan to dye all the cold cream.

Hurt, hurt, hurt!

Think for yourself.

Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow.

How to forget.

The world is changing, under the change of seasons, the state of matter has been thousands, the wind comes from the cold, the cold is born in the bleakness, thinking about it, life is never ordinary, looking up at the depths of the green peak clouds, after all, the red sun rises in the east.

Take the aura of nature and collect the essence of the dome; Listen to the sound of the mountain stream and stones, look up at the ancient trees towering to the sky, and sing an ethereal swan song. Resting on the mountain stone, lying down to listen to the wind and rain, smiling and watching the smoke, the green mountains have their own dream place, there are thousands of styles here, and who is the same??

Time and space are like a city in the sky, and life is like a starry sky across the boundless sky. I stood at the foot of the pillar and waited for the prophecy to be revealed, hoping to grow wings and meditate in reality. Accompanied by the ink fragrance of the three-life relationship, the entangled clothes are like a single playback. Those broken flowers are full of poison, and the hurried dance steps blindly follow the sorrow. The blue sky swept through the floods, the sea flooded the villages, the stones bypassed the city walls, the withered vines climbed the stone windows, the ancient myths were engraved on the city walls, the mysterious totems weathered in the caves, and the footsteps of pilgrimage on the heavenly steps echoed.

I prostrate myself in the gloomy Buddha hall with a pious heart. Not for worship, but for worship. The autumn breeze of the city in the sky fills the streets and alleys, the piccolo plays in the falling leaves, and the Yiren sing softly, and the familiar rhythm seems to come from the ancient city-state. The sound of the voice was slow and swirled in the wind, the wind filled the sleeves of the clothes, and the tears stained the clothes. I do my own thing, ignoring it is the publicity of the totem on the stone carving. Hard, sharp, and cold are the rhapsodies of the stone pillars.

The city in the sky is carved with stone pillars of time and heavenly flaws, and I am stumbling up in this ancient heavenly river. The armrest is dark-haired, bowing his head and not saying a word. Thousands of sails are messy, dreams are like mist and mist, but reality is annihilated in the devouring of the desolate beasts.

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"I'm rubbing! The world's first genius is a poem that shocks the sea. How many artistic conceptions do you want to express? Jiang Li's head was covered with cold sweat, and his soul was immersed in all kinds of different poetry, as if he was a writer who was shocking the sea, his pen and ink stained the mountains, and the ink was picturesque!

When he came back to his senses, he felt refreshed.

"Click!"

Jiang Li's body immediately roared, and it was he who broke through. After half a year of cultivation, he had already reached the late stage of Silver Lake, but now with the help of the artistic conception of a poem, he broke through and reached the peak of Silver Lake, and the blood vessels in his body were awakening again in large numbers, making his faint momentum more restrained.

"Brother, are you alright?" The little witch saw her brother looking at the poems on the stone pillar, and then the whole person was stunned, and her little face turned pale with fright, if something happened to her brother now, it would be over.

"Brother, are you alright?" Hearing the little witch's words, Jiang Yao also stepped forward, looked at his younger brother with a sluggish face, and asked very puzzled.

"Could it be...... Jiang Li is the first genius in the world, Wen Jinghai's poem is not successful? ”

Chu Zhi'er was born in a big family, and when she saw Jiang Li's state, of course she knew a little about the situation.

"Senior Sister Chu, do you say that my boss is the one who understands the above poems? But aren't they just two ordinary verses? Is there anything else that can't be occupied? Mu said proudly.

"Mu Aoran, you don't have to call me a senior sister anymore, now that we are no longer students of Haoran Academy, you can just call me Chu Zhi'er." Chu Zhi'er glanced at Mu Aoran and said with a smile: "You can't see it, it's because you don't have enough weight, and even I can't understand what this "Asking Poem" means?" ”

"Uh, not enough?" If someone else said this, Mu Aoran would definitely be angry, but because it was Chu Zhi'er who said it, he really didn't dare to have an opinion, because Chu Zhi'er was indeed much stronger than him in terms of talent and talent, but even Chu Zhi'er herself said that she couldn't see the difference in the poem, it is conceivable that it is a poetic realm that can be met but not sought. These are not the most important things, the most important thing is that Chu Zhi'er may become the wife of his boss Jiang Li in the future.

"That's probably his future sister-in-law." Mu Aoran could only swallow his stomach if he had any resentment.

"Huh? Why are you all looking at me like that? ”

At this moment, Jiang Li suddenly woke up and found that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, and he was a little stunned and speechless.

"Nothing?"

Everyone shook their heads, not because they didn't want to say it, but because they really didn't know what happened to Jiang Li.

"Alright then, let's go." Jiang Li didn't want to ask more, he also knew that he was immersed in the artistic conception of the poem "Asking the Question" just now, which scared everyone.

"The world's first genius Wen is shocking!"

Jiang Li remembered this name thoroughly, because his poem was too useful for him.

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ps； The face is full of depression, and I always cough, which affects the progress of writing, I'm sorry, I'm talking big again. This chapter is not an addition!

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