"I don't see people in the empty mountains, but I hear people's voices. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info returns to the deep forest, and shines on the moss. ”

After being rotated by the inexplicable strange Ding to resist the coercion, the scene in front of him is very consistent with this poem, Zhao Mingcheng spit out the jade in his mouth, and chanted casually, feeling a little apprehensive in his heart, I don't know if this poem will be able to lead to the vitality of heaven and earth?

The last note didn't fall much, and twenty large yellow characters appeared out of thin air, and then the big characters scattered into a sky full of light spots.

The crocodile monster who angrily attacked the 'crocodile tears in the sky' found with a toothache that the people who were still talking in front of them just now suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Where they stood, only the morning sun remained, dappled and sprinkled on the moss through the gaps in the dense forest.

"Holy shit, who's a youkai?" The crocodile monster was so angry that he couldn't help scolding, his strongest blow was all shot into the shadow of the tree, and he was in tears just now, wouldn't it be in vain? How did these people disappear? Hemp, isn't this forcing me to make a trick?

Contrary to the angry crocodile monster, when he saw the yellow characters just now, Song Chong, the prefect of Jiujiang, was full of wonder: it turned out to be a poem of the 'hermit' with a high-level illusion! I'm afraid that the talent is no less than the power of the three tripods, and it will be big!

The yellowed words of the 'hundred-foot-head' level poems, as a prefect, he has also seen some. can reach the 'hundred-foot end', proving that his poetic achievements have reached a peak, and the next realm is 'eternal love', this kind of poetry is more than a scholar.

But what shocked him was that even the town-level 'eternal flow' text may not have the effect of a 'hermit'.

The landscape is always inseparable from the specific scenery, or stone or wood, or rendering the birds and beasts, and its focus is on the wonder of things.

And this poem is even more peculiar, using the most straightforward language, slightly dyed, and the realm is opened. Laughter, echoes, and dappled light disturb people's sense of sight and hearing. Let the mind be self-generated and integrate into nature.

Moreover, the 'infinite sense' and 'mysterious sense' that cannot be directly detected in the depths of the forest confuse the mind and bring out sensory illusions.

At present, even the demons in the realm of demon masters can be swayed by their minds, so the only explanation is that this poem implies Buddhist Zen machines! But where is this wisp of Buddhist Zen machine? Why can't I catch it?

Although the prefect of Jiujiang felt that he might not have realized anything, his heart suddenly opened up, and a thought that he wanted to say what he couldn't say was surging wildly, and there was nowhere to vent, and his heart was full of words, and he inexplicably condensed a lot.

Busy and enthusiastically said: "Mr. Dacai, just now I saw the poem into a treasure surrounded by light, presumably it is the first time Mr. recited, can you please leave ink for Mr. to give the original manuscript?" ”

If it can be sent to the Tai Academy, it will be understood by the scholars and Confucians, and then it will be popularized and used in the army, which is definitely more sought after than war poems. At that time, the merit of his own recommendation was absolutely indispensable, and even if the history books of later generations were brushed aside, it would definitely shine on the lintel.

At this time, there are also three demon fox sisters who are also shining with strange eyes. The person in front of him had just made a fantasy poem half a moment ago, but he didn't expect to create another fantasy poem of the same level.

And this poem, on the contrary, is more suitable for enlightenment. With a deep and bright artistic conception, the virtual and the real complement each other, the two perspectives of the deep forest and the moss are blended, and the scenes are blended, so that the fox family who are born with illusion will benefit a lot.

The Zen in the poem, without resorting to reason, is all permeated in the natural scenery, and has reached the realm of 'Tao can be Tao, not Tao'.

"Ahem, that prefect, my young master has no literary degree, and he can't write poems in pen and ink, so he can only chant occasionally!" Zeng Niu's very beaten voice broke everyone's contemplation in the intoxication.

Don't have a degree? It's just not Ning Wending! Without Ning Wending, can you shake the power of the three tripods?

Behind the prefect, a Xiucai who admired him incomparably couldn't help but shout, "You evil servant, don't want to deceive us and others, people who can chant the power of the three tripods 'hundred-foot-top' level have no literary position, who will believe it?" ”

"Why does telling the truth always provoke the anger of the people?" Zeng Niu made a bitter face and said stubbornly: "When the young master was young, he was talented, but one day, he met a female devil who was even more talented than him, and that person asked my young master to spell poems. As a result, after the young master was defeated, he vowed not to mention the pen again. Later, the young master of my family only had a child's body and did not study Xiucai again. ”

"Huh? That woman is Li Qingzhao, the first beautiful and talented woman in the flower school today? The prefect of Jiujiang, who was already slightly angry, suddenly frowned and asked in surprise.

"Lord Hui, it's this woman!"

"Sure enough!" Jiujiang prefect Song Chong exhaled lightly, and then sighed, "Alas, this woman is indeed talented, but she likes to fight for talents everywhere, but I don't know that many young talents, after being defeated in the battle, their literary heart gradually faded. Your son-in-law no longer mentions the pen, but he is still talented, is it the famous Mr. Zhao Mingcheng in the rivers and lakes? ”

Zhao Mingcheng saw the prefect say his name, and knew that he couldn't keep a low profile. Just now, the moment the crocodile tears attacked, in the illusion, the strange tripod suddenly exerted force, and then sucked in, at this time it was already in the tripod, and the original tripod water, condensed into a transparent fist-sized water ball,

Giving up research, he stepped forward and bowed his hand and said, "I've seen an adult, it's a little student!" ”

As soon as he saw Zhao Mingcheng reveal his identity, the showmen next to him poured out and said, "Ah, Brother Tai turned out to be Mr. Jinshi Zhao Mingcheng?" After looking up for a long time, I have heard that Brother Tai is clamoring: I want to defeat the woman on the gold and stone carving. We strongly support you spiritually, and do not hide from Brother Tai, we have also been bullied by that woman, and I hope that Brother Tai will achieve great success as soon as possible and avenge the poem. It is better to take the woman so that she will not harm the world again......"

In the distance, the crocodile monster was angry, "I don't see anyone in the empty mountain, but I hear people's voices." Your sister actually listened to you people and discussed other beauties. Is it okay for the most beautiful woman in the world to be a fox? You townspeople, all of them will die for me! ”

The blow just now was ineffective, and he lost points in front of the beautiful woman, and the crocodile monster was already extremely angry. The next moment, its vitality was released, and it was forcibly promoted to the demon general realm with a secret method, and the demon soul directly came out of the body, and a soul body was conjured in mid-air. Then he sacrificed the eye of the true soul and looked down on the heavens and the earth.

He roared fiercely: "You remember for me: under the difference in realms, all illusions are floating clouds!" ”

"Young master is not good! This demon is playing to the death, and now he forcibly raises his skills to the level of a demon general, and he is invincible if he is not a "eternal legend" town-level poem. Otherwise it will be difficult for us to withstand its thunderous blow! Take the jade in your mouth and see if you can get inspired again? ”

Zeng Niu then turned back to the prefect and said: "Do you still have any treasures at the bottom of the box, all of them will be sacrificed, otherwise, they can only be used as burials!" ”

"Is there a fart for the treasure at the bottom of the box? Do you think that demon general-level monsters can usually be encountered casually? At this time, poetry is the last word. People will not break through themselves unless they are in a desperate situation, and the same is true for writing poetry! Talents, make poems quickly, I believe that you will be able to make super war poems! ”

The prefect of Jiujiang looked awe-inspiring, knowing that at this time, there must be no chaos! In my heart, I was forced to do it: I wanted to catch a small fish to play today, but now it's good, people have the ability to become dragons, and the years are not good!

Unlike others who meditate and meditate immediately, Zhao Mingcheng raised his head, his face full of curiosity, it turned out that a monster at the level of a demon general could go to heaven with a phantom? It looks scary! I don't know if that strange ding, can you suck souls and play?

At this time, the fierce light of the crocodile monster happened to be cast here, colliding with Zhao Mingcheng's gaze, and when it saw that there was no horror in Zhao Mingcheng's gaze, it was angry and sneered, "Hehe, there is no one in the empty mountain, is it?" I'll eat you all and make sure you don't see anyone in the empty mountain! ”

Seeing that the shape was broken, Zhao Mingcheng chuckled lightly and said, "I said crocodile monster, what are you doing flying so high, if you fall down, you will fall to your death." I would like to give you a word, don't pretend to be forced in front of the beauty, otherwise you will ......"

"Otherwise, you're going to make me cry again! Since I have shed tears, I will make you bleed! This time, I will definitely smash you all into a sieve with soul tears, come on, welcome my 'tears to the sky'! ”

With a roar of the crocodile monster, I saw its spirit in the air, slowly condensed into a really strong crocodile shape, and then, at the corner of its eye, a drop of black tears, falling like pearls, slowly and more strangely floating beside it, as if it was like a floating cloud!

Seeing this shape and this scene, Zhao Mingcheng couldn't help grinding the jade in his mouth, and blurted out: "Void is empty, in the world in an instant." If this image is synthesized, I am not my bow. ”

This poem is the famous work of the Tang Dynasty poet Lu Ping, about Lu Ping, many people don't know him at all, but his "Song of Floating Clouds" has been sought after by later generations of photography enthusiasts, and it is a rare classic in the poems describing clouds.

Of course, classics are classics, Zhao Mingcheng was moved, but I don't know if this poem can arouse the vitality of heaven and earth.

The sound fell, and suddenly, twenty big characters appeared out of thin air, and then all the big characters, white light.

"It turned out to be four pillars of white light!" Jiujiang prefect Song Chong's eyes were full of shock, and then he exclaimed: "This is the legendary Buddha war poem......